Filthy Family
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NATE
My stepson Jacob and I were about to go for round two when we heard the door open and my wife call out, “Hey, guys!”
Jacob and I only had seconds. “I’ll put my office back together, and you get dressed,” I whispered to my stepson.
Jacob nodded and started throwing on his clothes. Grabbing my own shirt and jeans, first things first. I switched off the speakers, turned the monitor, and then got my shirt on.
“Where are you guys?” Melissa asked.
“In here!” Jacob said.
I guess he had to say it, only it was like he was wanting to get us caught.
He was fully dressed. But my pants and underwear were still in my fist. Too late to put them. I sat behind my desk, my jeans a ball on my lap, and clicked out of the windows showing the mom being spit roasted by her twin boys. I had been a little afraid Jacob would be too embarrassed by the FMM full-on bisexual i****t video, but he hadn’t. If anything, it had fueled our passion.
His taste was still in my mouth. I’d only sucked him at the very end, for only a few seconds, but it still had been so amazing.
Melissa opened the door.
Jacob sat fully clothed in the chair. His shirt clung to where I’d come on his naked chest. Would Melissa notice? Could she smell the cum drying on his chest? I swiveled and grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it a little. Fake roses eclipsed the stink of cum and spit and man musk.
Melissa stepped inside. “What are you guys doing in here?”
“Trying to come up with something to do,” Jacob said. “Right, Dad?”
“Yeah,” I said in a shaky voice. He normally called me Nate, not Dad. Something had changed between us. In a way, it was sweet, but in another way it was completely sick. I should’ve said no to sharing the porn links. I shouldn’t have done anything sexual with him.
And having Melissa catch us made it worse. My insides were tore up with what we had done and then how much lying I would have to do to cover it up.
Melissa sighed and leaned against the wall. “Cynthia got an emergency call from her babysitter. She still has young ones. She had to take one to the ER and her sister Amanda went with her. I wanted to still hang out with Joyce but it all fell apart. So which one of you studs wants to take me to dinner?”
Both Jacob and I appraised her slim figure in the red dress, from the muscles of her legs, to the swell of her hips, to the faint points of her nipples. Melissa didn’t have a huge chest, but I loved to suck on her fat nipples. It looked like Jacob would like to as well.
“Why not have us both?” I asked.
Jacob gave me a secret smile, but I kept it straight. If Melissa walked over, she’d see I was naked from the waist down and then all manner of shit would hit the fan.
“Great idea!” Melissa sparked up. “Let me go potty and we’ll go. Aren’t I a lucky woman? Taken out by the two men I love the most.”
She turned. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I threw on my pants and shirt.
Jacob came over and knelt down on the other side of my desk. I moved a monitor to gaze into his face, still a little flushed and sweaty.
“I’m sorry, Jake,” I said. “We can’t do that again. I thought I could control myself, but you saw what happened.”
“Look, Dad,” Jacob said, “I’m fine with it. I loved it. And I want to do more. With you and…with Mom. Though I don’t see how that’s ever going to happen.”
“You okay calling me Dad?” I asked. “After what we did?”
Jacob gave me an angelic smile. “I know it’s a little messed up. Okay, a lot messed up, but I feel closer to you. In a lot of ways, you’re my first. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I’m honored. But really, I can’t do it again. Do you understand?”
Jacob stood up. “I guess I do. But I also think I know you a little. And I think you’re going to want to do more things with me, and sooner than you think. You love men and women, Dad, and just Mom isn’t going to satisfy you. It wouldn’t satisfy me.”
He paused. We heard Melissa in the other room, talking on the phone, checking on Cynthia. It sounded like the ER was kind of overkill and I was glad for that. Cynthia’s little one would be okay.
“It’s like me and jacking off alone,” Jacob said. “It wasn’t enough. I wanted to share it with someone. I think it’s going to be like that with you. You’re going to want to share your love and not just with Mom. But with others.”
I stood up and walked around to stand near him. I leaned in and sniffed. “We are going to have to shower. We both smell like we’ve been fucking at a World Fitness gym.”
He laughed, but then got serious. “What do think about what I said?”
“Jake, let’s hope you’re wrong. Let’s hope I can be strong.” I meant those words.
He took my hand and placed it on his chest. The heart beat strong there. “I want you to know, I want more. I won’t push it, but if you want to be with a man, be with me.”
I couldn’t help it. I hugged him and we walked out of my office. Melissa sat at the dining room table, scrolling through her phone.
“Hey, Melissa,” I said. “Jacob and I are going to shower before we go. You’ll be glad.”
She flashed me a dazzling smile. “Aren’t you so wonderful. I’ll wait, but hurry up.”
I didn’t feel wonderful as I left her to go and clean off. I felt disgusted with myself and confused. I did miss having sex with men. And Jacob seemed willing. But then, he was so young. I had no idea what to do.
In the shower, it hit me. I would call my sister again and tell her what happened. Maybe Abby would have some ideas on how to handle things. But first, dinner with my wife and stepson. I realized I wanted to get them both naked together. What was wrong with me?
That night, dining at Delvecchios, our favorite Italian restaurant, we had a great time, the three of us, and it felt so natural.
More than ever, I was determined to stop the madness with Jacob. And if I couldn’t? I would tell Melissa everything.
But first, Abby. If anyone could help me, it would be her.
Melissa and Jacob had gone to bed upstairs and I retired to my office and called Abby using my office phone.
She answered her phone. “Hey, little brother, good to hear from you.”
“Hey, Abby, is this a good time to talk?”
“Sure. Todd is spending the night with one of his friends and I have the house to myself. A little wine, a little Netflix, and I’m relaxed as fuck.”
Her cursing, picturing her in some skimpy thing, half-drunk, got my heart going. What the hell? She was my sister.
Yes, she was my sister, the same woman who had masturbated while watching her boyfriend suck on her brother’s cock. Her dark hair was cut short now, and she was thicker, but her tits were also bigger. She had a big girl hour-glass figure ripe for fucking.
“You there?” Abby asked.
“Yeah,” I said. Then I let out a breath. I had to stop being such a horn dog. “Abby, I need you to put on your ther****t’s hat. I need to tell you something completely confidential.”
“Go,” she said. Yeah, she was a little drunk.
“Jake and I kind of fooled around.”
“No fucking way?” So much for the ther****t’s hat.
“Yes. It was his idea. At first, he wanted me to send him links to safe porn sites. Then tonight, he wanted to masturbate together. I should have said no to both. But I couldn’t. I remember how horny I was at his age, but I had lots of friends to play with. He doesn’t yet. And I really thought I could control myself.”
Abby’s breath filled the phone. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn she was getting turned on. “What did you two do?”
“Well, we were watching porn with an i****t spin, and we were naked, touching ourselves. Then it got nasty.”
“Like how nasty?” she asked. No, her breath was feathery. She was getting aroused by this.
I got up and went and closed the door. My legs had gone weak, and I was getting hard. I settled back into my chair. This was taking a curious turn.
“He called me Daddy, but not like in a c***dish way. In a slutty way.” After dinner, I had put on sweats, so I had easy access to my cock. I’d only come once, and another orgasm would be easy.
“Like in ‘come fuck me, daddy’?” she asked.
“Exactly.” I was so turned on, my cock was rock. I couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Abby, is this turning you on?”
“No,” she insisted.
“Consent?” I asked.
“Consent,” she said. She’d fight me, I knew, but that was part of her kink.
“I think picturing me sucking on Jacob’s cock is totally turning you on,” I said. I squeezed my prick. “I’m touching my hard dick right now. And I bet that is totally turning you on.”
“You’re such a pervert, baby brother,” Abby said. “I don’t want to hear about you jerking your fat cock. I don’t want to picture you and your stepson jerking off together.” She gulped in a breath. “Did you really suck his cock? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“I did suck his cock, Abby,” I said. “He was about to come. I’d already come on his nipples, and he was pulling on them, and pinching them, and rubbing my cum all over his chest, and he was jacking off his long cock. He’s uncut and so cute. He was so sexy and turned on, I couldn’t help myself. I went over and sucked on his cock and he came in my mouth. He came in his daddy’s mouth.”
Abby moaned. “Don’t tell me this. I don’t want to know about how cum tasted in your mouth. I don’t want to think about how excited my brother’s dick was and how much you came on your stepson’s chest.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“No,” Abby lied. “You probably want me to. I bet you would totally get off if I touched myself. Do you want me to rub my clit?”
“Only if you aren’t too drunk,” I said. “I don’t want you to regret anything. But I’ll tell you everything in detail if you want to come.” Phone to ear, I dropped my pants and got my jerk-off towel and put it on my office chair. Then I sat down, naked.
“I don’t want to know,” Abby said. “It’s so perverted and sick. It might make me too horny. I might become perverted and sick. Are you stroking your cock, baby brother?”
“I am. My cock is so hard. Like it was with my stepson.”
She breathed in, and I knew, she was letting me hear how horny she was. “The same stepson who called you Daddy.”
“That’s right.”
“Hold on.” She shuffled around on the phone and I hoped she was taking off her clothes. “I’m back. I’m in the living room, on the sofa, bottomless.”
“Spread your legs for me,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“I shouldn’t do it,” she said, “but I am. I am, little brother. Your big sister has her big pussy spread all open. I’m so wet.”
“Are you hairy as well?” I asked.
Her voice turned shy. “I am. I hope that’s okay.”
“It is,” I said. I licked my hand and started jerking off. “I love big, wet, hairy cunts. I didn’t get to see yours before, when I was with Steven. But I did get to watch you come.”
“Oh fuck. I love to come.” My sister’s voice lilted with pleasure. “I have a big wet hairy cunt, and I want to come like I did before. Tell me about Jacob.”
Cock like iron, I told her. “We were in my office, on the chairs, watching the porn. I’d turned one of my monitors so we could see. He has a long, big cock, uncircumcised, at least seven inches long. It was so beautiful and young and hard.”
Abby gasped into my ear on the phone. “Tell me about the daddy part.”
“I’ll get there,” I said. “Don’t be so impatient. Do you remember what my cock looks like?”
“Yes,” she said. Then a long pause. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t tell you that I think about that night with Steven a lot. I fantasize about what might have happened if I hadn’t broken up with Steven after he made it clear he wanted you. He could’ve fucked us both, baby brother. Oh, I shouldn’t say that. I shouldn’t be telling you that I wanted to have you fuck me like you fucked Steven. I wanted my brother’s cock. I remember it so well. You have a thick cock with a big head, like a bulb. I think about your cock, baby brother. I think about it fucking me.”
She gasped and moaned into the phone. She was coming. I was listening to my sister come. I had to drop my dick before I joined her. I hadn’t told her about Jacob’s daddy stuff yet.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” Abby said. “I couldn’t stop. I get so hot. And then the hot talk. Oh, but we’re not done. I should hang up. I’m going to hang up.”
“If you hang up,” I said, “I won’t tell you about the daddy stuff.”
“Oh my fucking God, Nate, tell me the daddy stuff!”
“Okay, I will,” I said. “I’m in my office now, the door shut, my wife and my stepson upstairs, and I’m naked from the waist down. I’m jerking my big purple cockhead while I’m talking.”
She groaned. “I shouldn’t want to suck on you, but I do. I want to suck on your big cockhead. But tell me about Jacob.”
“So I’m with my stepson, and he calls me daddy. We’re both about to come, so close, you know?”
“I do,” she murmured. “I’m nearly there again myself. On the edge.”
“So I asked him what he wanted his daddy to do to make him come. He talked about me fucking him in the ass. He wanted his daddy to fuck him in his tight, horny asshole.”
“Oooh,” Abby moaned. “Daddy’s big dick in his son’s tight little ass. So hot. So fucking hot.”
I continued. “And he wanted me to come on his tits. He likes to play with his nipples while he beats off. And he has such a nice, firm chest, young and smooth, and his nipples are pink and sensitive.”
Abby stifled a scream. “Did you come on his tits? Did you cover your son in daddy cum?”
She was about to orgasm again. And I was about to join her.
My hand was firm, slick and delicious on my prick. I was so close.
“I did. I came on his chest, all over his chest, and then he started to jerk off, but I couldn’t control myself. I sucked his cock. He came in my mouth.” My orgasm blinded me. My dick jumped in my hand, spewing hot semen across my fist. “I’m coming, Abby. I’m coming so good.”
“Me too!” she wailed.
We rode the waves of our orgasms together until finally we came back to our senses. I was a mess. I wiped up my hands, my cock, my balls, my thighs, and then settled down.
“Abby?”
“I’m here.”
“What just happened?” I asked.
“Well, we had phone sex, i****tuous phone sex, and I have to say, it was amazing.”
“Um, it was, but I called to tell you how confused I was. And I guess this just made me more confused. What should I do about Jacob?”
Abby chucked lowly. “Obviously, I’m the wrong person to ask. Look at what I just did with my own brother?” Her voice then changed as she put on her ther****t’s hat. “Sex is a strange thing, Nate. It’s this huge thing that brings people together and it’s this stupid little thing that’s almost like peeing. It’s odd. I’m going to have to process what we just did, but it’s been something I’ve wanted to do with you for a while. We both have an i****t fetish, right?”
“Right,” I said. “We definitely do.”
“And Jacob does too, for whatever reason. I wouldn’t push things with him, but I wouldn’t run away either. And I would broach the subject with your wife.”
“Tell her?” The idea made my stomach twist.
“No, don’t tell her everything. Just let her know about the i****t fetish and see how shocked she is. Kind of ease her into the idea. It’s a part of who you are.”
I leaned back, more confused than ever. But I did like the idea of talking about my fetish with my wife. I just wasn’t going to go from there.
“Do you think I can have both Melissa and Jacob together?” I asked.
“It’s a strange world,” Abby said. “You never know. Just go slow and don’t freak out. You’re going to have to be tough.”
“And what about us?” I asked.
“Let me think on it. I’m not saying what we did was wrong, but again, it’s pretty much cheating. For me, I’m single. But for you, you have Melissa. I’m curious how she will react when you tell her you have an i****t fetish.”
“Thanks, Abby.”
We hung up. I didn’t get to sleep for a long, long time, and when I did fall asleep, I dreamed Abby came to visit and I fucked her on the dining-room table. Steven, my long lost first love and Abby’s first real boyfriend, sat on a chair, naked, and jerked off while he watched. Later in the dream, Abby and Steven and I became a close-knit family, a threesome, perfectly content.
Waking up was hard after a dream like that. I wanted to live in that dream, feeling those feelings, forever, but instead of Abby and Steven, I wanted it to be Melissa and her son.
~ ~ ~
The next day was Saturday, so we could all sleep in, but I couldn’t. I was up early, getting a little work done in my office, while Melissa and my stepson slept upstairs.
I was surprised when Melissa brought me coffee.
“You are the best wife ever,” I said.
“Come and join me on the patio. It’s a gorgeous morning.” The back of our house had a deck overlooking our pool and landscaping. The rest was open space and fields. We were at the very edge of our housing development and adjacent to open space. Trees lined our property giving us privacy.
Sunlight shined on all the greenery and the sky was blue.
We sat down at the table in the warm shade and Melissa offered me her foot to massage. I took it and started to rub her toes. Then I dove in. “Melissa, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I want to be honest with you.”
Melissa sipped her coffee and smiled, “Massaging my feet? You can tell me anything and I’d still love you.”
“I doubt that,” I said. Phone sex with my sister? Masturbating with her son? If I spouted any of that out, she’d slap me with divorce papers and I’d never see her again.
“I’m pretty open-minded,” she said.
Melissa was, but open-minded was a long way from completely perverted.
I let out a sigh and began speaking. “Look, watching Jacob grow up, I can’t help think about how I was back when I was his age. My sexuality was such a burning thing, uncontrollable.”
A shadow crept over her face. “Okay, already this is weird.”
“Well,” I said, feeling brave, “it’s going to get weirder. I was his age when I noticed I started having i****t fantasies about my dad.”
“Whoa,” Melissa said. “Kinda early on Saturday for a full confession.” Her face turned pale.
I had her by the foot, but if I didn’t, I was sure she would’ve fled.
I continued. “Nothing happened, you know? It was just fantasies. And I don’t know where fantasies come from, but there I was, fully confused and always turned on.”
Melissa softened. “And being even slightly gay in our culture is hard. You must have felt like a freak.”
“Yes, and I still do,” I admitted. “You know how powerful my sex drive is.”
“Yes,” Melissa laughed. “I do. You are like a dog in heat, I swear. Which I love.” She added that last sentence quickly.
“I’m glad for that.” I let out a long breath. “So I just wanted to let you know that a big part of my fantasy life has to deal with some taboo subjects.”
“Did you ever have any fantasies about your mother?” she asked.
“Yes, her, even Abby,” I said.
Melissa chuckled lightly. “Abby is gorgeous. I understand that one.”
That shocked me. And turned me on a little. “Really? Do you ever think of her in that way?”
My wife blushed. “Okay, since this has become the Saturday morning confessional, yes, I have thought of your sister in a sexual way, but then she usually morphs into someone more socially acceptable, like Tina, my hairdresser.”
I gulped. An image of Melissa sucking on my sister’s pussy filled my head. I could see Melissa’s ass high in the air, moaning into my sister’s cunt, my sister’s legs spread wide and her big tits lolling on her chest for anyone to see.
“Do you ever feel guilty about having lesbian fantasies?” I asked.
“No,” Melissa said. “Guilt does nothing. I got over that a long time ago. As long as it’s in my head, it’s just play, you know? And for the record, I knew about your i****t fantasies. I found a story on your computer when we first met and I was sleeping over in your crappy apartment.”
“It wasn’t that crappy,” I said.
She gave me a long are-you-k**ding look.
Then I gave in. “It was crappy. So even though you knew I was a total pervert, you stayed with me?”
“Yes,” Melissa said. “See? Open-minded.”
“How open?” I asked, moving forward. I knelt down on the deck and spread her legs. Her robe fell open. She was naked underneath.
Her reddish gold patch of pubic hair formed a triangle between her slim muscular thighs. She kept her bush trimmed, but I wished she’d let it grow out into a strawberry-blond jungle. I pulled the robe open more to reveal her tiny tits and huge nipples. They were getting hard before my very eyes.
She let her legs fall open to show me her thick lips. Thick nipples. Thick pussy lips.
“Mommy would just love to have her cunt sucked,” Melissa breathed. She’d said it, and I knew, we were going to do a little roleplay. For one second, I really did wonder how open-minded she could be. But then she was an experienced woman, hardly a c***d, and she had lived and loved for a long time.
I glanced around. The open space behind our house was empty, and the houses on both sides of us were silent. Jacob would be sleeping until noon like he usually did.
“What if someone sees us, Mommy?” I asked, using that trigger word, which made my cock throb.
“They’ll rub their cocks or their pussies and watch us. They’ll watch us fuck, baby boy. And they’ll come watching us fuck. But first, show Mommy how well you can eat her pussy.”
“Oh, Mommy,” I gasped and moved my head between her thighs. She smelled so good, her cunt odor like the finest aphrodisiac. She’d woken up horny, I knew, and then our sex talk had got her going. Girl gravy leaked from her thick lips to dripple down her crack.
I wanted to lick it all up. I spread her butt cheeks and licked her crinkle, sliding my tongue around her asshole, up to her slit and then to her clit.
She moaned. “Oh, yes, baby. You eat Mommy’s pussy so good.”
I pushed down my sweats so I could jerk off while I licked her.
She saw me. “Rub that little boy cock, baby. Rub that little dick for Mommy to see. You wanna fuck Mommy, don’t you?”
I moved my mouth away from her pussy. Now I could smell my spit on her skin as well as the stink coming out of her wet twat. “Yes, Mommy, I do. Your pussy smells so good. I want to fuck it. Can I fuck it?”
“Make Mommy come first, baby,” she said.
“What if Jakey comes down. What if he sees us?” I asked. This as dangerous territory. I was including her son in our little game.
“He’s so horny, he’ll jerk off while we fuck. He’ll watch us fucking and masturbate his meat until he comes all over his hand.”
I was back on her clit, licking it and sucking on it.
“He’ll see his Mommy come,” Melissa whispered. “Jakey will see his Mommy come. He’ll see her pussy. Jakey will see his Mommy’s pussy and Jakey will see his Mommy come.”
That filthy talk sent her over the edge and she rode my face, pressing my head against her spasming cunt while her orgasm gripped her in pleasure.
The she pushed me away. “He’ll want to see us fuck. So fuck me, Nate. Fuck me hard so he can see.”
Good thing we’d bought expensive, solid patio furniture. They were about to get a workout. I used arms of the chair to balance myself as I thrust my bulbous cock into her warm, welcoming pussy. I slid in easily.
“Ugh,” she grunted. “Big cock. Such a big cock in Mommy’s sweet little pussy.”
I looked down and her eyes were closed. Freckles spattered her nose and cheeks and her blond hair swept back. Her mouth was open, gasping and wet, and her lips, those full lips, were so luscious.
I started to pound her. Her hands traced my straining chest and shoulders.
Sweat dripped onto her tits, and her pink nipples had turned red, they were so hard and swollen.
“Jakey can see us,” I whispered. “He can see us fucking.”
“Show him!” Melissa whined. “Show him how we fuck!”
I fucked her hard, slamming into her pussy, making the chair squeak, and making her grunt and groan, scream and shriek. We were getting loud.
We didn’t care.
I felt myself approaching the edge. “I’m going to come, Mommy. Where should I come?”
“Oh my face,” Melissa said. “Show Jakey you own me. Show Jakey he can’t have me because I belong to you. Mommy belongs to you. Mark me. Mark me as your slut.”
I withdrew and Melissa slid down from the chair to kneel in front of me. She sucked me into her mouth, tasting her cunt and my pre-cum.
“Does Mommy like the taste of her own pussy?” I asked.
She took my cock out of her mouth. “I love it. I love the taste of my cunt. And Jakey would too ‘cause he’s like you. You’re both horny fucking dogs wanting to fuck me and come on me.”
Instead of letting her suck me, I wanted to jerk off for her so we could continue our nasty fuck talk. I jacked off over her face, the tip of my cock close to her nose.
“Oh fuck, he would, Melissa, he’d like to come on you and he’d liked to come in you. Jakey would love to suck you and fuck you. Mommy, I’m coming now. I’m coming.”
Something made me turn. And there was Jacob, on the other side of the patio glass, jacking off his long cock and watching us.
My first splash of come hit Melissa on the cheek and then she couldn’t stop herself. She latched her wet mouth onto my cockhead and sucked in the rest of my cum. Normally, she swallowed, but this time she didn’t. Horny beyond belief, she drooled my cum onto her own tits. My cum and her spit coated her nipples and chest.
Which meant she wasn’t done with one orgasm. “Mommy?” I asked. “Can you come again? You’re so nasty, spitting my cum on your titties. Do you have one more orgasm for me?”
“Yes,” Melissa hissed. “God, yes. Mommy wants to come again. Your nasty mommy wants to make her pussy come again.“ Her hand found her clit, and on her knees, with my cum on her face, on her tits, lingering on her tongue, she rubbed herself, pushing herself toward another orgasm. I moved the chair away so Jacob could see his mother masturbating. Then I moved to her side.
I found a gooey, cummy nipple and pinched it, hard. I knew she was close and ready and would love a little pain.
She grunted again. Then I licked the sperm off her cheek until I found her mouth. “I like the taste of my cum in your mouth, Mommy.” My hand touched her asshole.
Her eyes were closed as she neared her orgasm.
I whispered into her ear, “Jacob is watching you, and he wants to see his Mommy come.”
That sent her into her second orgasms. She fell forward onto one hand, grunting as she came. My fingers felt her butthole release and contract as bliss stole her away.
Glancing up, I saw cum on Jacob’s hand. He’d ejaculated not twenty feet away from his mother. With my eyes, I told him to run.
He turned and tore off through the house. I helped his mother get her robe back on and back into her chair.
She looked like the cat who’d lapped up all the cream.
“Oh, that was nasty and good,” she said.
I pulled up my sweats and returned to my coffee.
She smiled and winked at me. “I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, in case you haven’t noticed. I loved being watched.”
“And a little bit of an i****t fetish?” I asked.
She leaned forward and took my hand. Several seconds passed. I thought sure she was going to admit she had a little thing for her father, but then she spoke. “No, Nate, that was for you. I don’t go there, Nate, I’m sorry. We can roleplay and pretend, but it’s for you, not me. Is that okay?”
I was a little disappointed, but our encounter had been so hot, and with Jacob watching? It would fuel my masturbation fantasies for the rest of my life. Then again, why had she paused for so long?
“Like I said.” I squeezed her hand. “We don’t get to choose this. Why we have our fantasies is anyone’s guess. I think I have mine from my messed up family.”
Melissa sighed and got serious. “And poor Jacob. Our family was messed up as well. I hope he turns out okay.”
“He will,” I said. “Jacob is a great k**.”
And he’d just seen his mother fucking and coming. He was also a lucky bastard as well.
As I helped Melissa cook breakfast, I couldn’t help but wonder where things were going. Melissa had proved she had an open mind, but how tolerant could she be?
I couldn’t imagine she’d be okay if I had sex with her son. That went beyond open-mindedness and tolerance. That went straight into the crazy and obscene.
Still, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to resist Jacob.
My stepson Jacob and I were about to go for round two when we heard the door open and my wife call out, “Hey, guys!”
Jacob and I only had seconds. “I’ll put my office back together, and you get dressed,” I whispered to my stepson.
Jacob nodded and started throwing on his clothes. Grabbing my own shirt and jeans, first things first. I switched off the speakers, turned the monitor, and then got my shirt on.
“Where are you guys?” Melissa asked.
“In here!” Jacob said.
I guess he had to say it, only it was like he was wanting to get us caught.
He was fully dressed. But my pants and underwear were still in my fist. Too late to put them. I sat behind my desk, my jeans a ball on my lap, and clicked out of the windows showing the mom being spit roasted by her twin boys. I had been a little afraid Jacob would be too embarrassed by the FMM full-on bisexual i****t video, but he hadn’t. If anything, it had fueled our passion.
His taste was still in my mouth. I’d only sucked him at the very end, for only a few seconds, but it still had been so amazing.
Melissa opened the door.
Jacob sat fully clothed in the chair. His shirt clung to where I’d come on his naked chest. Would Melissa notice? Could she smell the cum drying on his chest? I swiveled and grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it a little. Fake roses eclipsed the stink of cum and spit and man musk.
Melissa stepped inside. “What are you guys doing in here?”
“Trying to come up with something to do,” Jacob said. “Right, Dad?”
“Yeah,” I said in a shaky voice. He normally called me Nate, not Dad. Something had changed between us. In a way, it was sweet, but in another way it was completely sick. I should’ve said no to sharing the porn links. I shouldn’t have done anything sexual with him.
And having Melissa catch us made it worse. My insides were tore up with what we had done and then how much lying I would have to do to cover it up.
Melissa sighed and leaned against the wall. “Cynthia got an emergency call from her babysitter. She still has young ones. She had to take one to the ER and her sister Amanda went with her. I wanted to still hang out with Joyce but it all fell apart. So which one of you studs wants to take me to dinner?”
Both Jacob and I appraised her slim figure in the red dress, from the muscles of her legs, to the swell of her hips, to the faint points of her nipples. Melissa didn’t have a huge chest, but I loved to suck on her fat nipples. It looked like Jacob would like to as well.
“Why not have us both?” I asked.
Jacob gave me a secret smile, but I kept it straight. If Melissa walked over, she’d see I was naked from the waist down and then all manner of shit would hit the fan.
“Great idea!” Melissa sparked up. “Let me go potty and we’ll go. Aren’t I a lucky woman? Taken out by the two men I love the most.”
She turned. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I threw on my pants and shirt.
Jacob came over and knelt down on the other side of my desk. I moved a monitor to gaze into his face, still a little flushed and sweaty.
“I’m sorry, Jake,” I said. “We can’t do that again. I thought I could control myself, but you saw what happened.”
“Look, Dad,” Jacob said, “I’m fine with it. I loved it. And I want to do more. With you and…with Mom. Though I don’t see how that’s ever going to happen.”
“You okay calling me Dad?” I asked. “After what we did?”
Jacob gave me an angelic smile. “I know it’s a little messed up. Okay, a lot messed up, but I feel closer to you. In a lot of ways, you’re my first. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I’m honored. But really, I can’t do it again. Do you understand?”
Jacob stood up. “I guess I do. But I also think I know you a little. And I think you’re going to want to do more things with me, and sooner than you think. You love men and women, Dad, and just Mom isn’t going to satisfy you. It wouldn’t satisfy me.”
He paused. We heard Melissa in the other room, talking on the phone, checking on Cynthia. It sounded like the ER was kind of overkill and I was glad for that. Cynthia’s little one would be okay.
“It’s like me and jacking off alone,” Jacob said. “It wasn’t enough. I wanted to share it with someone. I think it’s going to be like that with you. You’re going to want to share your love and not just with Mom. But with others.”
I stood up and walked around to stand near him. I leaned in and sniffed. “We are going to have to shower. We both smell like we’ve been fucking at a World Fitness gym.”
He laughed, but then got serious. “What do think about what I said?”
“Jake, let’s hope you’re wrong. Let’s hope I can be strong.” I meant those words.
He took my hand and placed it on his chest. The heart beat strong there. “I want you to know, I want more. I won’t push it, but if you want to be with a man, be with me.”
I couldn’t help it. I hugged him and we walked out of my office. Melissa sat at the dining room table, scrolling through her phone.
“Hey, Melissa,” I said. “Jacob and I are going to shower before we go. You’ll be glad.”
She flashed me a dazzling smile. “Aren’t you so wonderful. I’ll wait, but hurry up.”
I didn’t feel wonderful as I left her to go and clean off. I felt disgusted with myself and confused. I did miss having sex with men. And Jacob seemed willing. But then, he was so young. I had no idea what to do.
In the shower, it hit me. I would call my sister again and tell her what happened. Maybe Abby would have some ideas on how to handle things. But first, dinner with my wife and stepson. I realized I wanted to get them both naked together. What was wrong with me?
That night, dining at Delvecchios, our favorite Italian restaurant, we had a great time, the three of us, and it felt so natural.
More than ever, I was determined to stop the madness with Jacob. And if I couldn’t? I would tell Melissa everything.
But first, Abby. If anyone could help me, it would be her.
Melissa and Jacob had gone to bed upstairs and I retired to my office and called Abby using my office phone.
She answered her phone. “Hey, little brother, good to hear from you.”
“Hey, Abby, is this a good time to talk?”
“Sure. Todd is spending the night with one of his friends and I have the house to myself. A little wine, a little Netflix, and I’m relaxed as fuck.”
Her cursing, picturing her in some skimpy thing, half-drunk, got my heart going. What the hell? She was my sister.
Yes, she was my sister, the same woman who had masturbated while watching her boyfriend suck on her brother’s cock. Her dark hair was cut short now, and she was thicker, but her tits were also bigger. She had a big girl hour-glass figure ripe for fucking.
“You there?” Abby asked.
“Yeah,” I said. Then I let out a breath. I had to stop being such a horn dog. “Abby, I need you to put on your ther****t’s hat. I need to tell you something completely confidential.”
“Go,” she said. Yeah, she was a little drunk.
“Jake and I kind of fooled around.”
“No fucking way?” So much for the ther****t’s hat.
“Yes. It was his idea. At first, he wanted me to send him links to safe porn sites. Then tonight, he wanted to masturbate together. I should have said no to both. But I couldn’t. I remember how horny I was at his age, but I had lots of friends to play with. He doesn’t yet. And I really thought I could control myself.”
Abby’s breath filled the phone. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn she was getting turned on. “What did you two do?”
“Well, we were watching porn with an i****t spin, and we were naked, touching ourselves. Then it got nasty.”
“Like how nasty?” she asked. No, her breath was feathery. She was getting aroused by this.
I got up and went and closed the door. My legs had gone weak, and I was getting hard. I settled back into my chair. This was taking a curious turn.
“He called me Daddy, but not like in a c***dish way. In a slutty way.” After dinner, I had put on sweats, so I had easy access to my cock. I’d only come once, and another orgasm would be easy.
“Like in ‘come fuck me, daddy’?” she asked.
“Exactly.” I was so turned on, my cock was rock. I couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Abby, is this turning you on?”
“No,” she insisted.
“Consent?” I asked.
“Consent,” she said. She’d fight me, I knew, but that was part of her kink.
“I think picturing me sucking on Jacob’s cock is totally turning you on,” I said. I squeezed my prick. “I’m touching my hard dick right now. And I bet that is totally turning you on.”
“You’re such a pervert, baby brother,” Abby said. “I don’t want to hear about you jerking your fat cock. I don’t want to picture you and your stepson jerking off together.” She gulped in a breath. “Did you really suck his cock? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“I did suck his cock, Abby,” I said. “He was about to come. I’d already come on his nipples, and he was pulling on them, and pinching them, and rubbing my cum all over his chest, and he was jacking off his long cock. He’s uncut and so cute. He was so sexy and turned on, I couldn’t help myself. I went over and sucked on his cock and he came in my mouth. He came in his daddy’s mouth.”
Abby moaned. “Don’t tell me this. I don’t want to know about how cum tasted in your mouth. I don’t want to think about how excited my brother’s dick was and how much you came on your stepson’s chest.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“No,” Abby lied. “You probably want me to. I bet you would totally get off if I touched myself. Do you want me to rub my clit?”
“Only if you aren’t too drunk,” I said. “I don’t want you to regret anything. But I’ll tell you everything in detail if you want to come.” Phone to ear, I dropped my pants and got my jerk-off towel and put it on my office chair. Then I sat down, naked.
“I don’t want to know,” Abby said. “It’s so perverted and sick. It might make me too horny. I might become perverted and sick. Are you stroking your cock, baby brother?”
“I am. My cock is so hard. Like it was with my stepson.”
She breathed in, and I knew, she was letting me hear how horny she was. “The same stepson who called you Daddy.”
“That’s right.”
“Hold on.” She shuffled around on the phone and I hoped she was taking off her clothes. “I’m back. I’m in the living room, on the sofa, bottomless.”
“Spread your legs for me,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“I shouldn’t do it,” she said, “but I am. I am, little brother. Your big sister has her big pussy spread all open. I’m so wet.”
“Are you hairy as well?” I asked.
Her voice turned shy. “I am. I hope that’s okay.”
“It is,” I said. I licked my hand and started jerking off. “I love big, wet, hairy cunts. I didn’t get to see yours before, when I was with Steven. But I did get to watch you come.”
“Oh fuck. I love to come.” My sister’s voice lilted with pleasure. “I have a big wet hairy cunt, and I want to come like I did before. Tell me about Jacob.”
Cock like iron, I told her. “We were in my office, on the chairs, watching the porn. I’d turned one of my monitors so we could see. He has a long, big cock, uncircumcised, at least seven inches long. It was so beautiful and young and hard.”
Abby gasped into my ear on the phone. “Tell me about the daddy part.”
“I’ll get there,” I said. “Don’t be so impatient. Do you remember what my cock looks like?”
“Yes,” she said. Then a long pause. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t tell you that I think about that night with Steven a lot. I fantasize about what might have happened if I hadn’t broken up with Steven after he made it clear he wanted you. He could’ve fucked us both, baby brother. Oh, I shouldn’t say that. I shouldn’t be telling you that I wanted to have you fuck me like you fucked Steven. I wanted my brother’s cock. I remember it so well. You have a thick cock with a big head, like a bulb. I think about your cock, baby brother. I think about it fucking me.”
She gasped and moaned into the phone. She was coming. I was listening to my sister come. I had to drop my dick before I joined her. I hadn’t told her about Jacob’s daddy stuff yet.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” Abby said. “I couldn’t stop. I get so hot. And then the hot talk. Oh, but we’re not done. I should hang up. I’m going to hang up.”
“If you hang up,” I said, “I won’t tell you about the daddy stuff.”
“Oh my fucking God, Nate, tell me the daddy stuff!”
“Okay, I will,” I said. “I’m in my office now, the door shut, my wife and my stepson upstairs, and I’m naked from the waist down. I’m jerking my big purple cockhead while I’m talking.”
She groaned. “I shouldn’t want to suck on you, but I do. I want to suck on your big cockhead. But tell me about Jacob.”
“So I’m with my stepson, and he calls me daddy. We’re both about to come, so close, you know?”
“I do,” she murmured. “I’m nearly there again myself. On the edge.”
“So I asked him what he wanted his daddy to do to make him come. He talked about me fucking him in the ass. He wanted his daddy to fuck him in his tight, horny asshole.”
“Oooh,” Abby moaned. “Daddy’s big dick in his son’s tight little ass. So hot. So fucking hot.”
I continued. “And he wanted me to come on his tits. He likes to play with his nipples while he beats off. And he has such a nice, firm chest, young and smooth, and his nipples are pink and sensitive.”
Abby stifled a scream. “Did you come on his tits? Did you cover your son in daddy cum?”
She was about to orgasm again. And I was about to join her.
My hand was firm, slick and delicious on my prick. I was so close.
“I did. I came on his chest, all over his chest, and then he started to jerk off, but I couldn’t control myself. I sucked his cock. He came in my mouth.” My orgasm blinded me. My dick jumped in my hand, spewing hot semen across my fist. “I’m coming, Abby. I’m coming so good.”
“Me too!” she wailed.
We rode the waves of our orgasms together until finally we came back to our senses. I was a mess. I wiped up my hands, my cock, my balls, my thighs, and then settled down.
“Abby?”
“I’m here.”
“What just happened?” I asked.
“Well, we had phone sex, i****tuous phone sex, and I have to say, it was amazing.”
“Um, it was, but I called to tell you how confused I was. And I guess this just made me more confused. What should I do about Jacob?”
Abby chucked lowly. “Obviously, I’m the wrong person to ask. Look at what I just did with my own brother?” Her voice then changed as she put on her ther****t’s hat. “Sex is a strange thing, Nate. It’s this huge thing that brings people together and it’s this stupid little thing that’s almost like peeing. It’s odd. I’m going to have to process what we just did, but it’s been something I’ve wanted to do with you for a while. We both have an i****t fetish, right?”
“Right,” I said. “We definitely do.”
“And Jacob does too, for whatever reason. I wouldn’t push things with him, but I wouldn’t run away either. And I would broach the subject with your wife.”
“Tell her?” The idea made my stomach twist.
“No, don’t tell her everything. Just let her know about the i****t fetish and see how shocked she is. Kind of ease her into the idea. It’s a part of who you are.”
I leaned back, more confused than ever. But I did like the idea of talking about my fetish with my wife. I just wasn’t going to go from there.
“Do you think I can have both Melissa and Jacob together?” I asked.
“It’s a strange world,” Abby said. “You never know. Just go slow and don’t freak out. You’re going to have to be tough.”
“And what about us?” I asked.
“Let me think on it. I’m not saying what we did was wrong, but again, it’s pretty much cheating. For me, I’m single. But for you, you have Melissa. I’m curious how she will react when you tell her you have an i****t fetish.”
“Thanks, Abby.”
We hung up. I didn’t get to sleep for a long, long time, and when I did fall asleep, I dreamed Abby came to visit and I fucked her on the dining-room table. Steven, my long lost first love and Abby’s first real boyfriend, sat on a chair, naked, and jerked off while he watched. Later in the dream, Abby and Steven and I became a close-knit family, a threesome, perfectly content.
Waking up was hard after a dream like that. I wanted to live in that dream, feeling those feelings, forever, but instead of Abby and Steven, I wanted it to be Melissa and her son.
~ ~ ~
The next day was Saturday, so we could all sleep in, but I couldn’t. I was up early, getting a little work done in my office, while Melissa and my stepson slept upstairs.
I was surprised when Melissa brought me coffee.
“You are the best wife ever,” I said.
“Come and join me on the patio. It’s a gorgeous morning.” The back of our house had a deck overlooking our pool and landscaping. The rest was open space and fields. We were at the very edge of our housing development and adjacent to open space. Trees lined our property giving us privacy.
Sunlight shined on all the greenery and the sky was blue.
We sat down at the table in the warm shade and Melissa offered me her foot to massage. I took it and started to rub her toes. Then I dove in. “Melissa, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I want to be honest with you.”
Melissa sipped her coffee and smiled, “Massaging my feet? You can tell me anything and I’d still love you.”
“I doubt that,” I said. Phone sex with my sister? Masturbating with her son? If I spouted any of that out, she’d slap me with divorce papers and I’d never see her again.
“I’m pretty open-minded,” she said.
Melissa was, but open-minded was a long way from completely perverted.
I let out a sigh and began speaking. “Look, watching Jacob grow up, I can’t help think about how I was back when I was his age. My sexuality was such a burning thing, uncontrollable.”
A shadow crept over her face. “Okay, already this is weird.”
“Well,” I said, feeling brave, “it’s going to get weirder. I was his age when I noticed I started having i****t fantasies about my dad.”
“Whoa,” Melissa said. “Kinda early on Saturday for a full confession.” Her face turned pale.
I had her by the foot, but if I didn’t, I was sure she would’ve fled.
I continued. “Nothing happened, you know? It was just fantasies. And I don’t know where fantasies come from, but there I was, fully confused and always turned on.”
Melissa softened. “And being even slightly gay in our culture is hard. You must have felt like a freak.”
“Yes, and I still do,” I admitted. “You know how powerful my sex drive is.”
“Yes,” Melissa laughed. “I do. You are like a dog in heat, I swear. Which I love.” She added that last sentence quickly.
“I’m glad for that.” I let out a long breath. “So I just wanted to let you know that a big part of my fantasy life has to deal with some taboo subjects.”
“Did you ever have any fantasies about your mother?” she asked.
“Yes, her, even Abby,” I said.
Melissa chuckled lightly. “Abby is gorgeous. I understand that one.”
That shocked me. And turned me on a little. “Really? Do you ever think of her in that way?”
My wife blushed. “Okay, since this has become the Saturday morning confessional, yes, I have thought of your sister in a sexual way, but then she usually morphs into someone more socially acceptable, like Tina, my hairdresser.”
I gulped. An image of Melissa sucking on my sister’s pussy filled my head. I could see Melissa’s ass high in the air, moaning into my sister’s cunt, my sister’s legs spread wide and her big tits lolling on her chest for anyone to see.
“Do you ever feel guilty about having lesbian fantasies?” I asked.
“No,” Melissa said. “Guilt does nothing. I got over that a long time ago. As long as it’s in my head, it’s just play, you know? And for the record, I knew about your i****t fantasies. I found a story on your computer when we first met and I was sleeping over in your crappy apartment.”
“It wasn’t that crappy,” I said.
She gave me a long are-you-k**ding look.
Then I gave in. “It was crappy. So even though you knew I was a total pervert, you stayed with me?”
“Yes,” Melissa said. “See? Open-minded.”
“How open?” I asked, moving forward. I knelt down on the deck and spread her legs. Her robe fell open. She was naked underneath.
Her reddish gold patch of pubic hair formed a triangle between her slim muscular thighs. She kept her bush trimmed, but I wished she’d let it grow out into a strawberry-blond jungle. I pulled the robe open more to reveal her tiny tits and huge nipples. They were getting hard before my very eyes.
She let her legs fall open to show me her thick lips. Thick nipples. Thick pussy lips.
“Mommy would just love to have her cunt sucked,” Melissa breathed. She’d said it, and I knew, we were going to do a little roleplay. For one second, I really did wonder how open-minded she could be. But then she was an experienced woman, hardly a c***d, and she had lived and loved for a long time.
I glanced around. The open space behind our house was empty, and the houses on both sides of us were silent. Jacob would be sleeping until noon like he usually did.
“What if someone sees us, Mommy?” I asked, using that trigger word, which made my cock throb.
“They’ll rub their cocks or their pussies and watch us. They’ll watch us fuck, baby boy. And they’ll come watching us fuck. But first, show Mommy how well you can eat her pussy.”
“Oh, Mommy,” I gasped and moved my head between her thighs. She smelled so good, her cunt odor like the finest aphrodisiac. She’d woken up horny, I knew, and then our sex talk had got her going. Girl gravy leaked from her thick lips to dripple down her crack.
I wanted to lick it all up. I spread her butt cheeks and licked her crinkle, sliding my tongue around her asshole, up to her slit and then to her clit.
She moaned. “Oh, yes, baby. You eat Mommy’s pussy so good.”
I pushed down my sweats so I could jerk off while I licked her.
She saw me. “Rub that little boy cock, baby. Rub that little dick for Mommy to see. You wanna fuck Mommy, don’t you?”
I moved my mouth away from her pussy. Now I could smell my spit on her skin as well as the stink coming out of her wet twat. “Yes, Mommy, I do. Your pussy smells so good. I want to fuck it. Can I fuck it?”
“Make Mommy come first, baby,” she said.
“What if Jakey comes down. What if he sees us?” I asked. This as dangerous territory. I was including her son in our little game.
“He’s so horny, he’ll jerk off while we fuck. He’ll watch us fucking and masturbate his meat until he comes all over his hand.”
I was back on her clit, licking it and sucking on it.
“He’ll see his Mommy come,” Melissa whispered. “Jakey will see his Mommy come. He’ll see her pussy. Jakey will see his Mommy’s pussy and Jakey will see his Mommy come.”
That filthy talk sent her over the edge and she rode my face, pressing my head against her spasming cunt while her orgasm gripped her in pleasure.
The she pushed me away. “He’ll want to see us fuck. So fuck me, Nate. Fuck me hard so he can see.”
Good thing we’d bought expensive, solid patio furniture. They were about to get a workout. I used arms of the chair to balance myself as I thrust my bulbous cock into her warm, welcoming pussy. I slid in easily.
“Ugh,” she grunted. “Big cock. Such a big cock in Mommy’s sweet little pussy.”
I looked down and her eyes were closed. Freckles spattered her nose and cheeks and her blond hair swept back. Her mouth was open, gasping and wet, and her lips, those full lips, were so luscious.
I started to pound her. Her hands traced my straining chest and shoulders.
Sweat dripped onto her tits, and her pink nipples had turned red, they were so hard and swollen.
“Jakey can see us,” I whispered. “He can see us fucking.”
“Show him!” Melissa whined. “Show him how we fuck!”
I fucked her hard, slamming into her pussy, making the chair squeak, and making her grunt and groan, scream and shriek. We were getting loud.
We didn’t care.
I felt myself approaching the edge. “I’m going to come, Mommy. Where should I come?”
“Oh my face,” Melissa said. “Show Jakey you own me. Show Jakey he can’t have me because I belong to you. Mommy belongs to you. Mark me. Mark me as your slut.”
I withdrew and Melissa slid down from the chair to kneel in front of me. She sucked me into her mouth, tasting her cunt and my pre-cum.
“Does Mommy like the taste of her own pussy?” I asked.
She took my cock out of her mouth. “I love it. I love the taste of my cunt. And Jakey would too ‘cause he’s like you. You’re both horny fucking dogs wanting to fuck me and come on me.”
Instead of letting her suck me, I wanted to jerk off for her so we could continue our nasty fuck talk. I jacked off over her face, the tip of my cock close to her nose.
“Oh fuck, he would, Melissa, he’d like to come on you and he’d liked to come in you. Jakey would love to suck you and fuck you. Mommy, I’m coming now. I’m coming.”
Something made me turn. And there was Jacob, on the other side of the patio glass, jacking off his long cock and watching us.
My first splash of come hit Melissa on the cheek and then she couldn’t stop herself. She latched her wet mouth onto my cockhead and sucked in the rest of my cum. Normally, she swallowed, but this time she didn’t. Horny beyond belief, she drooled my cum onto her own tits. My cum and her spit coated her nipples and chest.
Which meant she wasn’t done with one orgasm. “Mommy?” I asked. “Can you come again? You’re so nasty, spitting my cum on your titties. Do you have one more orgasm for me?”
“Yes,” Melissa hissed. “God, yes. Mommy wants to come again. Your nasty mommy wants to make her pussy come again.“ Her hand found her clit, and on her knees, with my cum on her face, on her tits, lingering on her tongue, she rubbed herself, pushing herself toward another orgasm. I moved the chair away so Jacob could see his mother masturbating. Then I moved to her side.
I found a gooey, cummy nipple and pinched it, hard. I knew she was close and ready and would love a little pain.
She grunted again. Then I licked the sperm off her cheek until I found her mouth. “I like the taste of my cum in your mouth, Mommy.” My hand touched her asshole.
Her eyes were closed as she neared her orgasm.
I whispered into her ear, “Jacob is watching you, and he wants to see his Mommy come.”
That sent her into her second orgasms. She fell forward onto one hand, grunting as she came. My fingers felt her butthole release and contract as bliss stole her away.
Glancing up, I saw cum on Jacob’s hand. He’d ejaculated not twenty feet away from his mother. With my eyes, I told him to run.
He turned and tore off through the house. I helped his mother get her robe back on and back into her chair.
She looked like the cat who’d lapped up all the cream.
“Oh, that was nasty and good,” she said.
I pulled up my sweats and returned to my coffee.
She smiled and winked at me. “I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, in case you haven’t noticed. I loved being watched.”
“And a little bit of an i****t fetish?” I asked.
She leaned forward and took my hand. Several seconds passed. I thought sure she was going to admit she had a little thing for her father, but then she spoke. “No, Nate, that was for you. I don’t go there, Nate, I’m sorry. We can roleplay and pretend, but it’s for you, not me. Is that okay?”
I was a little disappointed, but our encounter had been so hot, and with Jacob watching? It would fuel my masturbation fantasies for the rest of my life. Then again, why had she paused for so long?
“Like I said.” I squeezed her hand. “We don’t get to choose this. Why we have our fantasies is anyone’s guess. I think I have mine from my messed up family.”
Melissa sighed and got serious. “And poor Jacob. Our family was messed up as well. I hope he turns out okay.”
“He will,” I said. “Jacob is a great k**.”
And he’d just seen his mother fucking and coming. He was also a lucky bastard as well.
As I helped Melissa cook breakfast, I couldn’t help but wonder where things were going. Melissa had proved she had an open mind, but how tolerant could she be?
I couldn’t imagine she’d be okay if I had sex with her son. That went beyond open-mindedness and tolerance. That went straight into the crazy and obscene.
Still, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to resist Jacob.
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