This is it, Don thought, settling on the couch. He had been home from his trip for two days and his wife Hanna was out grocery shopping, and his son Pete was at work. He had gone to the garage while still in his pajamas after they had all had breakfast together and retrieved the tablet from the locked cabinet for the security system.
“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he said aloud, recalling the odd way his family had been acting since he returned from his business trip.
His wife and son weren’t exactly acting odd, but certainly different from what had become their “norm.” Hanna, who had been depressed and mercurial, was joyful, carefree and rather, let’s say, amorous. They had been intimate each night since he got back, including the first night. He was exhausted from being on the road all day, but when he’d rolled over to go to sleep, Hanna had snuggled up to him before his eyes were even shut. Though he was wiped, she brought him to life with lively hands, seductive body language and insistent lips. Her hungry mouth against his lips and later, under the covers, lit a fire in him and their love-making session was one of the most memorable he could recall. And it happened twice more!
Pete was much more smiley since Don’s return, but seemingly reluctant to meet his eyes when they talked, everything was friendly, but it also all felt very shifty.
Logging into the system, Don queued up the camera footage starting from the day he left. The motion activated cameras, both the visible ones and the hidden ones relayed their recordings in hi-def video with sound. He skimmed through his wife’s daily routine, easily following her through the house from one feed to the next. She slept late, ate little, tidied here and there, watched TV, played on her phone, did laundry, cooked etc., at dinner Pete would join her, afterward she watched more TV or played on her phone in bed before going to sleep. The night-vision picture was also excellent, the motion activated cameras capturing when she stirred in her sleep or got up to pee.
Don took a deep breath, calming himself before checking his son’s feeds. He had put the visions of his (extremely sexy!) cross-dressing son from his mind while he was gone, but during lonely nights in hotels, it became increasingly difficult to banish thoughts about the situation. He was ashamed that almost every night he got an erection thinking about it and struggled to keep the images from his mind as he masturbated just so he could go to sleep. By the end of a week, the battle was all but lost, jerking off to his memory of Pete dressed in lingerie and riding his dildo to climax had become his night-time routine. The night before he got home, he relented and imagined that Pete was riding his dick instead of the dildo. His intense orgasm that night made spots float before his eyes.
And there it was, Don had skimmed through his son getting up, playing video games, talking on the phone, watching TV and the like, but now, letting the video play at normal speed, he watched his son put on makeup and lingerie, strutting around the room, taking selfies and eventually ending up in front of the TV to masturbate his (gorgeous!) cock to porn of a pair of sissies getting it on with one another.
“Fuck,” Don said breathlessly. He didn’t remember starting it, but he had his hand down his loose pajama pants and was unconsciously stroking his hard dick.
“Oh, no way,” he exclaimed, when a few minutes later his son lay down on his back and raised his hips high, aiming the tip of his dick at his face.
“Oh shit! Uhn, uhn, oh, oh damn,” Don grunted, surprising himself by unexpectedly cumming inside his flannel pajamas just as his son shot his own load all over his pretty, made-up face.
“Fuck,” Don cursed, pulling his cum covered hand from his pants as he looked around for a way to clean himself up.
The video of his son caught his eye again and he watched as his son used his fingers to wipe gobs of semen off his face and then licking and sucking them clean.
Don looked at the cooling strings of cum smeared over his hand and fingers and slowly brought his hand to his face. The smell was intense, but not repulsive. A drop was about to drip from his index finger and he quickly dabbed it onto the center of his tongue. As he had done once before, he tried to savor the flavor and texture, and with an enthusiastic thump from his heart, he began to lick and suck the rest of his hand clean. The musky treat was slightly salty and a little bitter, but he found himself disappointed when there was no more left.
The video on the tablet had continued to play while Don had been otherwise occupied, he could see that Pete was getting ready to shower. Don took the tablet upstairs to change clothes, the cold sticky mess in his pants oddly arousing as it clung to his genitals as he walked. He set the tablet on the bathroom counter and started by peeling his pants off and tossing them in the hamper. He decided to get dressed for the day and took his shirt off, it followed the pants into the dirty laundry. Don would glance at the tablet from time to time, guiltily pausing longer and longer, watching his beautiful son washing and… wait, what’s he doing now?
Pete had turned off the water but didn’t leave the shower. He stood there holding his dick, nothing happening. Then, to Don’s amazement, he began peeing, directing the stream of urine upward onto his flat abs and chest. He’s squirt harder every now and then, causing the piss to splash into his open mouth and he reached down with his tongue.
Fuck, he’s such a little pervert, Don thought. Fuck I guess I am too, he thought as his own dick instantly became erect. Pete’s piss ran out and he rinsed off and got dressed. Once Don was assured nothing else was going to happen, he put the tablet to sleep and stepped into his own shower, intending to get clean himself.
“Or maybe a little dirty, then clean,” he mumbled aloud.
Don showered in extremely hot water, until the whole bathroom was good and steamy, his dick grew and shrank as he alternately fantasized about Pete and maybe peeing on himself and going through the chore of cleaning sticky cum from his bushy pubes. Maybe I’ll ask Hanna if she’d like me to trim them up a bit he mused to himself. He finally decided to give the pee play thing a shot and turned off the water.
It was surprisingly difficult to get a stream going. Every time he relaxed enough to pee a little, he’d get hard and it would cut off. He finally found a balance and was semi-hard when he got a good stream going, he tried to direct it upward, but he couldn’t get it to arc backward onto him due to his large belly. Don decided to lie down in the tub, and in moments had a hot stream of pee playing back and forth across his big belly, and with a little effort, onto his chest. Before he could steel himself to try shooting it onto his outstretched tongue, the flow ran dry, leaving him lying in the tub, covered in fresh piss and turned on beyond measure. Seconds later he was sending shots of semen onto his wet belly as he furiously stoked his piss-slick cock.
“God, what the hell is happening to me,” he wondered aloud as the post orgasm glow faded.
Don carefully lumbered to his feet in the slippery tub and dutifully cleaned himself off again before getting out and getting dressed. He grabbed the tabled and sat up on his bed to continue to review the goings-on in his house while he was away.
Pete spent a lot of time away from the house, and when he was home he didn’t actually spend much time messing around, apparently his extracurricular activities kept him pretty satisfied so he wasn’t constantly whacking off. Don wished he could say the same about himself. The next interesting thing was on last Friday night, he stopped skimming and watched his son shave himself head to toe in the shower and afterward put on lingerie and makeup. By the time Pete put on jeans on a hoodie over it all and left the house, Don was rock hard again.
He switched feeds and backed up a little to watch his wife get dressed to, he was surprised how dressed down she was, he half expected her to try to look sexy or something. She left shortly after Pete, and the house remained empty for nearly two hours before the exterior cameras showed Pete’s car returning.
Pete sat in his car for a few minutes before getting out. He then stood there, as if waiting before shaking his head and heading into the house after a minute. Once inside, Pete began pacing around his living room, running his hands through his hair and talking to himself.
“Oh my god,” he muttered. The sounds was somewhat tinny, and Pete was talking fairly quiet, so it was hard to make out everything he was saying.
“…can’t believe it … that was nuts … oh my god … what the hell … Fuck! … oh my god … what … I’m going to do … is she … should be home…”
All the while he never stopped moving, putting his hands to his face, feeling his lips, running his fingers through his hair and then finally freezing in the ‘classic listening to the ceiling pose’ as he heard his mother get home and come inside.
“Should I?” Pete thought aloud. “Would she want to see me now, or should I let her…”
His monologue was interrupted by a knock on the door at the stairs.
“Peter?” Don could just hear his wife’s voice through the door.
Don watched as Pete rushed to answer the door and opened it for his mom.
“Uh, hi honey,” Hanna said. “Why don’t you ah, come upstairs? With me. And we’ll talk. And, um, drink, yeah, drinks are definitely called for.”
Don watched as his wife turned away and headed back upstairs and Pete shrugged to himself and followed a second later.
Don switched feeds and watched as his wife and son awkwardly moved around each other in the kitchen as she fixed them both drinks. He raised an eyebrow when he realized she had opened the dusty bottle of Scotch that had been lurking in the back of the cabinet for a couple years and poured them both doubles in a pair of glass tumblers.
Hanna raised her glass and Pete picked his up and they quietly clinked them and chuckled together as they sipped the whiskey while shyly looking over the rims at one another.
“It wasn’t an accident,” Hanna spoke, breaking the silence. “I did it on purpose.”
“Um yeah,” Pete replied. “I kinda figured it out after the first time.”
Not an accident? Did it on purpose? After the first time? Just what in the hell are they referring to, Don wondered.
“I was scared, I didn’t want you to know that time…. But this time I did,” Hanna confessed.
“I’m glad you did Mom, but, uh, I’m still kinda weirded out, y’know?” Pete offered.
“Yeah, I know, me too,” she said.
“But not in a bad way,” Pete quickly soothed. “It’s just, I just don’t know where this goes from here, y’know, like what to do with it, what am I s’posed to do?”
“I don’t know that WE need to DO anything,” Hanna thought aloud. “We can just go about our business like normal, and maybe, maybe… go to the store (Hanna made air quotes) occasionally.”
“I, I’d like that,” Pete said shyly.
“I could even help you with your makeup, maybe go shopping for clothes together,” Hanna offered.
“Ha! No offense Mom, but I think I’d be the one helping you with your makeup,” Pete laughed.
Hanna was stung by the comment a little, but after a thought, smiled and laughed, admitting he was probably right.
“First things first, I gotta get clean, like now,” she said, tossing the rest of the Scotch back, finishing her glass.
“Um, can I make a suggestion?” Pete asked somewhat timidly.
“Huh? What’s that hun?” Hanna asked over her shoulder as she began to head upstairs.
“You ah, you wanna use my shower? I can uh, I can help…” Pete trailed off.
Hanna stopped, thinking for a moment. Then, without a word, turned and headed downstairs, Pete on her heels in an instant.
“What the hell?” Don asked no one.
He hurriedly flicked through the feeds, “meeting” them as they entered Pete’s basement suite and headed to the bathroom.
Without ceremony, and kind of robotically, Hanna stopped in the bathroom, slipped off her shoes and socks, removed her jacket and peeled off her leggings. She turned to find her son just standing there dumbly staring at her. Don saw her look down at herself and see the worn-out bra and ‘granny-panties’ and her pillow-y flesh looking squished out from between them. Yet, this time, he didn’t see her usual self-loathing expressions or body language. Instead she sort of stood there proudly and reached out to her son, drawing him closer, attempting to help him undress.
“Hold up Mom,” Don heard Pete say in the video. “It just works better to get it all wet again, otherwise it hurts.”
Hanna just shrugged and stood there as Pete got the shower going, joining him when he indicated it was ready.
It was almost impossible to hear their voices over the sound of the shower running and the water splashing, but he could see their lips moving as they shyly exchanged glances.
“Oh fuck,” Don breathed as he watched his son Pete reach out and help his wife out of her bra, pulling it up and over her head.
Don could feel his heart thumping heavily in his chest and he felt light headed as he watched his son’s eyes grow wide at the sight of his mother’s large breasts spilling out of the bra to land swaying and jiggling onto her large flabby belly. Pete then knelt and grabbed the sides of his mother’s panties and slid them down her thick thighs, bumpy with cellulite. She stepped out of them and he tossed them aside, straightening but remaining on his knees. His height and her shortness ended up aligning him face-to-face with her pendulous breasts.
Don watched as Pete looked up and said something to his mother, she answered with a small nod. Pete then leaned forward slightly and gently began to suck an enormous nipple into his mouth, Hanna tilted her chin up and closed her eyes, blushing with pleasure.
“Fuck!” Don shouted aloud into the empty room, stopping the playback and angrily tossing the tablet to the other side of the bed.
He felt nauseous and ashamed, he couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. He felt sick to his stomach, not only for the incest he’d just witnessed, but also having confirmed his worst suspicions, that his wife was cheating on him… and, oh god, with his son no less.
His shame came from the hard-to-ignore stiff prick straining the front of his pants. Oh god. He had just masturbated to his sissy son, fantasizing what it’d be like to feel his hot cock slipping between his son’s cool lips, maybe even into his tight…. and now, god! He was so angry at them both for getting what he wanted. He wanted his wife, especially when she was acting so proud and sexy, and it was hard to admit, he also wanted his sexy fem-boy son, but he felt so conflicted and hypocritical over the whole situation.
Don stomped out of the room in anger and unknowingly, in search of that same dusty bottle of Scotch. He found it and poured himself a finger’s worth, he had fully intended to take a sip, but it took him a moment to realize that he had drank it, and three more, like shots.
“Whoa,” he said aloud to himself, pouring another and swirling the golden-brown liquid around in the glass, staring at it, deep in thought… or rather trying not to think at all.
He was resting against the kitchen counter while thinking, and he stood up to head back upstairs.
“Oh boy,” he said, finally smiling, as he swayed a little. “That went straight to m’head.”
He took the bottle with him as he walked through the quiet house, sipping the whisky as he went. He headed back to his room, now detached from his torrid emotions enough to venture watching the rest of the video. He poured himself a double upon arriving at his bed, having found the glass empty again. He decided to change back into comfy pajamas again, viewing it unlikely that he’d be going anywhere at this point. He settled back onto the bed after changing into flannel pants and shirt, tablet on his lap, and Scotch in his free hand.
Waking the tablet, he stared at the frozen image of his plump wife standing in the shower, their fully clothed son kneeling in front of her, sucking on her large saggy tit, the flesh tented away from the globe of her boob into his mouth. Apparently his dick didn’t give a fuck about how he was feeling, and immediately came to attention, threatening to poke out between the buttons of his flannel pajama pants.
Don sighed heavily and tapped play.
Pete sucked his mother’s tit as one hand strayed to her wide ass and the other slithered up her thigh, over her belly and onto her other boob. Hanna hands grasped her son’s head as his mouth made love to her nipple. Water poured over their bodies, running off Hanna’s curves and soaking Pete’s clothing. Hanna moved her son’s head from the first breast to the other, where he continued his worship of her heavy hangers.
Hanna’s whole body began to twitch in a controlled convulsion which Don recognized as an orgasm. Damn, nobody so much as touched her pussy and she just came! Of course, Don thought he’d have a hard time not prematurely ejaculating if he were in similar circumstances.
Hanna raised their son to his feet and began to slowly undress him, discarding the soggy hoodie and gently removing the bra, playfully licking at the nipples on his flat chest. It was her turn to kneel and she carefully made her way to her knees before her son, then reached up to unfasten his jeans and peel them off his narrow hips and skinny, muscular thighs. Pete stepped out of them with his mother’s help. Hanna straightened and gently grasped her son’s panties and removed them. They hadn’t done much to conceal or contain his stiff erection, but as she raised up, it was now pointed directly at her forehead.
Hanna leaned forward, and Don leaned forward too, trying to get his face closer to the screen on his lap. He nearly groaned in disappointment as his son’s cock slid along his wife’s face as she rubbed it against her cheek, neatly kissing the joint where Pete’s thigh and pelvis met, first one side, then the next. Don let loose a long sigh as she grasped the tip of his son’s cock with thumb and finger and raised it up, lightly kissing the underside. Don moaned as he witnessed his wife open her small mouth and wrap her plump lips around their son’s balls, sucking them into her mouth and begin to gently pump her chubby fist up and down Pete’s gorgeous prick.
Don’s own dick was now poking out though the fly of his pajamas and leaking pre-cum onto the soft flannel.
“Oh hell,” Don said fuzzily through an alcohol haze, unconsciously using his thumb to wipe the clear, stringy liquid from the tip of his dick and sticking it in his mouth.
On the screen, Hanna had pulled her son’s cock horizontal, and was now holding his ass in one hand and pumping his dick with the other as she thrust her mouth back and forth on the tip. Don’s mouth opened in amazement as he watched Pete grasp his mother’s head and take the lead, gently switching from her blowing him, to him fucking her mouth.
Pete was in full control now, Hanna’s hands now roaming his slim body as he thrust his hips toward his mother’s face, using her mouth. Don was captivated by the tableau playing out before his haunted eyes. He wanted nothing more than to dive into the tablet, entering the scene and joining the people he loved most in the freedom of unjudged lust.
Before long, he was able to hear Pete’s groans over the noise of the shower. He watched his son stiffen, all the muscles in his slim body becoming distinctly visible. As Don watched his son freeze, his wife finished the act, springing into motion and smashing her face rapidly up and down the hard pole of flesh lodged in her mouth.
“Momma!” Pete cried loud and long.
Pete had fallen back against the side of the shower and Hanna had followed on her knees, her fat body jiggling and bouncing as kept his pretty pink cock buried in her mouth. Don gaped as he watched her open wide and mouth slid all the way down their son’s pole until her cute little nose was mashed against their boy’s naked pubic mound. From what Don could see, several inches of their son’s dick had to be in his wife’s throat.
Don could no longer hear his son’s voice, but he could see his tensing body and knew with each spasm, his son’s seed was pouring into his mother’s throat. He watched his wife pull her head back with not the slightest gag and begin to slide her mouth up and down again, sucking every last drop from her son’s penis. Pete sank down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his long, shapely legs spread around his still kneeling mother.
Don could see their lips moving and Hanna reaching out to caress her son’s face. She leaned forward and tenderly kissed her son’s lips, a lover’s kiss, not passionate, but replete with meaning. He watched his wife and son get to their feet and finish actually showering, shampooing one another’s hair, and he felt his jealousy spike as they scrubbed each other’s bodies, becoming intimate with every crease and crevice.
Afterward, Hanna ventured upstairs and put on her pretty nightgown and Pete gathered their sodden garments and took them to the washing machine before putting on pajama pants and a t-shirt. They met again in the living room and Hanna had a glass of wine as they pretended to watch Survivor. They made small talk about the upcoming weekend and kind of tip toed around the subject of when their husband and father would get back in town.
They did address when the “next time” would be, but Hanna didn’t want to push it and admitted she was unused to this much activity, she was sore and tired, inside and out, she winked.
“Let’s let things happen naturally,” Don heard her say. “We won’t get tired of it, it’ll keep things exciting and it’ll be good for us to not go overboard.”
Pete agreed, but it was obvious to both Hanna in the recording, and Don watching it that Pete was a bit reluctant to agree, but didn’t want to jinx the new thing mother and son were sharing.
Don skimmed the rest of the recordings, but didn’t find anything on note beyond a couple time his son masturbated in his apartment, which Don saved for later.
Don shut the tablet down and sank down into his bed, his mind swimming with the remembered images and conflicting thoughts. He still had a raging hard on which he slowly began to stroke. He closed his eyes and imagined being present in their incestuous shenanigans. It didn’t take him long to reach climax and he finished by imagining his son and wife in a sixty-nine, her on the bottom, him on top, cock buried in Hanna’s mouth. Don imagined fucking his pretty boy’s tight ass until he was ready to burst, then pulling out at the last second to slide his dick into his wife’s mouth alongside of his son’s cock and filling her mouth with his spurting cum.
Don felt his own sperm splash his face as he somehow managed to shoot it clean over his belly. He was completely spent, exhausted by his mental battles and relentless libido. As he changed clothes (again), he began to plot how he might get in on the hijinks.
“Fuck,” he mused aloud. “What the hell happened to my normal life?”
(to be continued…)
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