“What the fuck are you doing!?”
“Oh, Hi Dad,” my son said looking up from his computer as I walked into the lounge. “That’s got to be the silliest question you’ve ever asked me.”
I had come home early from work. The house was quiet and I thought Tony, my son, was still at college. I fancied a drink so I headed for the lounge and as I opened the door, stopped dead. My son was there, His laptop on the table and he was naked as he watched it. His right hand was pumping his very erect cock. His casual answer had flummoxed me. I tried to regain my anger.
“Don’t be bl**dy cheeky. I mean what are you doing that in here for. Can’t you go into your bedroom?”
“You mean like you do every night?”
It was like a slap in the face. My mind was racing. What had the boy heard? Had he been spying on me? If so, what had I been doing?”
“Come on, Dad,” he said. “We’re both guys. We both have cocks and we both wank. Nearly half the world’s population do so what’s the problem?”
“Tha problem is,” I said. “That it’s something you do in private. Not in front of people and certainly not in the lounge!”
“Is that just for fucking in then?”
“Aren’t you interested in seeing what I’m tossing off to?” he asked with a grin and turned the computer so I could see the screen. “Mum was pretty hot, wasn’t she? And you look like you’re enjoying it.”
I stared at the images. Me sitting on the sofa and her kneeling on the floor giving me the sort of blow-job that you’d pay a fortune for. I’d placed the camera so it was directly behind her and her delicious well-shaved sexual playground was clearly on view and very aroused.
“Where the hell did you find that?” I asked.
“I’ve known about your porn stash for years,” Tony said. “But I only found this dvd in there the other day. I’ve been wanking myself senseless over it.”
“But Tony,” I said, flabbergasted. “It’s your mother!”
He grinned at me.
“Yeah! And a pretty hot whore, too. Pity she’s decided she’s a dyke.”
Carole and I had been married for twenty-two years. It was eight years before we decided to start a f****y and after a few false starts, we’d finally produced Tony. All was well until two years ago when Carole told me that she was going to live with her ‘friend’ Annie. I’d always know she was bi-sexual and had had many relations with women over our marriage. It’s usually thought to be the man who’s off shagging other women but not in our marriage. She would often come home with traces of lipstick on her neck and her tits looked as though they’d been well chewed.
The along cam Annie. And suddenly Annie was almost moved in with us. They shopped together, went out together and one day when I was supposed to be away, I came home and found what else they did together. Soon after, they had set up home together and Tony and I were left alone.
That was last year.
“You shouldn’t be wanking over your mother,” was all I could think of to say. Tony laughed.
“Why, dad?” he asked. “She’s only a woman and a pretty hot one judging by this.”
I went and sat next to him watching the film we’d made. We made a lot and took a lot of pictures. I had to agree, Carole had a hot body and this film was made when she was in her early twenties.
“Looks like you could do with a bit of hand relief yourself, Dad.” Tony said with a grin and indicating the bulge in my trousers. The tension was broken and I laughed.
“She certainly was a hot tart,” I said.
“Was she a good fuck?”
“Oh yes. The best,” I had answered automatically as I watched and it suddenly dawned on me that I was talking to my son, about his mother. “Look son, I don’t think we should……”
“Oh get over it, Dad!” he said. “She may be my mother but she’s a fucking woman. And a tasty one too. Would it be different if she was someone else’s mother?”
I couldn’t argue the logic. Here she was just a woman in a porn movie. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my attention back to the screen. I was on my back and she had straddled me. Her very wet cunt was rising and falling on my cock and I was enjoying watching it. Sitting here, next to my naked son who was pounding his cock, I was enjoying watching it.
“Aren’t you going to have a wank?” Tony asked.
“Come on, Dad. I’m sure you had groups wanking sessions when you were a boy. And let’s face it, you’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before, have you?”
Slowly I stood and released the belt on my trousers and let them fall to my ankles. I could feel him watching me and it strangely made me more excited. I’d never been naked with another guy since the school showers. A slight pause and I lowered my underpants, releasing my very hard cock. I went to sit down but Tony objected.
“Oh, Come on, Dad. Get naked and enjoy it!”
I slipped my shirt off and kicked of my shoes and socks and sat. I was shoulder to shoulder with my naked son. We were watching me and his mother on the computer, fucking our brains out, and wanking ourselves. It was surreal.
“Oh, Fuck,” Tony said. “Her cunt looks delicious.”
“It was,” I said feeling those wonderful sensations running through my cock and balls. I had cupped my balls and looked over to Tony. He had done the same. His cock was about the same size as mine. It could have been a copy. I stole a sideways glance at him and saw he was watching mine as I pumped it.
“Have you done this with other guys?” I asked. He nodded his head.
“A few of us have a mutual wanking session and sometimes we’ll wank each other.”
“Really?” I said. We looked to each other. “I used to do that with some friends when I was at school.”
Without speaking he reached over and took my cock in his hand and began a really expert wank. I reached out and took his hard cock in my hand and gently rubbed and was rewarded with a sigh as she leaned back and revelled in my touch. We turned our attention back to the screen.
I’d placed the camera for a close up and she had my cock in her mouth and was expertly sucking and licking it.
“Oh, God,” he said. “She was one hot fucking whore. What’s it like having your cock sucked?”
“It’s gorgeous,” I replied. “Have you never had it done?”
Tony shook his head.
“I’ve never even had my hands on a cunt!” he said.
He shook his head.
“None of the girls I know are interested.”
A moment passed and I slid from the sofa and pushed his knees wide apart. Taking his cock in my right hand I bent forward. The thoughts going through my mind were amazing. It seemed to be happening in slow motion. I was watching my son’s cock get closer and closer to my face as I lowered my head. My mouth wide. His large pink head, the piss-slit, the foreskin pulled back along the shaft.
And it was in my mouth. The first cock I’d ever sucked was my own son’s and it felt good as my lips closed around the shaft and I felt it with my tongue. I eased forward and back, my mouth like a whore’s cunt, my saliva like her juice.
“Oh, Fuck, Dad!” Tony was saying. “Fucking hell that’s so good I…I…Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! I’m cumming, Dad. I’m fucking…..AAAARRRRGGGGHH!”
I was in two minds. Should I pull back and let him shoot it over me or should I take it in the mouth. My indecision settled the matter. He erupted and I had a mouthful of hot, sticky spunk. One spurt, Two spurts, three…. I didn’t swallow but held the sticky juice there until he’d finished. Pulling away from him I put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me. Our lips met. I was just going to squirt some of his cum into his mouth but Tony mistook it. His hand went to the back of my head and we were kissing. Our tongues twisted against each others and we were there for a long while before we parted. His eyes were shining and he licked his lips, savouring the sweet, musky flavour.
“My turn,” he said and pushed me back onto the sofa. I looked at the computer screen and watched Carole taking my cock deep in her throat then looked back down as my son, his eyes fixed on mine, opened his mouth wide and engulfed my rigid prick.
If I had given him his first blow-job he was a very quick learner. He had inherited his cock from me but he had definitely inherited his mouth from his mother. His tongue worked on my knob and probed and he sucked. His hand squeezed my balls and I felt a finger probing between my legs. I knew where it was headed and didn’t object. His mother used to finger-fuck me often telling me my arsehole was my cunt and she wanted to use it. She’d even bought a strap-on and used it on me. She was now using it on Annie and that thought made me very randy.
As Tony’s finger entered me and it felt so good. I held his head and humped my hips back and forth feeling him finger-fucking me and me fucking his mouth.
“Oh YES! Tony. YES! Son. Oh you fucking cock-sucking bastard take THAT!”
I emptied my balls deep I his mouth. Looking down at my son, his father’s cock deep in his mouth, pumping it out.
I finally eased my prick from hi and he grinned, a trickle of spunk oozing out of the side of his mouth down onto his chin. On the screen, the image of his mother. The same smile. A similar dribble of spunk running down to her chin. Tony turned and saw the image. He laughed.
“Like mother like son, eh, Dad? Sorry I swallowed. I didn’t want to let a drop of my Dad’s spunk go. I’ll share my third load with you.”
“Your third load?”
“Uh-huh!” he grinned. “My second load is going up you.”
He pulled my legs up and over his shoulders, guiding his rigid cock to my arse.
“I want to fuck you like a whore,” he said. We’d gone so far now that I didn’t even think of objecting. His prick was at my man-cunt and he was pushing. It didn’t take much and he was in and fucking me. I remembered Carole’s dildo but this was so good. Warm and with balls slapping against me.
“Yes, Son,” I said. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I am your fucking whore. Use me for your pleasure!”
And he did use me. Later we would retire to the bedroom where he would cry out as I took his virginity. We would lay in bed through the night taking turns with each other. Tomorrow he would go to college and I would go to work where, as I had done since long before Carole left, I would ask my secretary in to my office for dictation and she would smile, She spelled it dick-tation.
Oh the fun of a bi life!
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