Compatible Bedfellows
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by DarkRide
Chapter 1 - Nathan in decline
COVID had hit hard. Like so many others, I lost my job, and soon my self esteem as well, with the only money coming into our house being from my wife Shona's admin job, and even our son Mike contributing most of his pay check from his job at Mcdonalds to help keep the roof over our heads. Initially I applied for literally hundreds of jobs, but so did thousands of other people. Rejection after rejection followed; not even 1 interview despite years of experience. Instead of helping out around the house with all my new spare time, I started sinking into a depression, and soon was opening a bottle of JD each morning, and see the bottom by nightfall, sleeping on the sofa most nights because I didn't feel man enough to sleep in the same bed with my wife. At first she tried to be supportive, but her understanding came to an end as resentment set in, and I felt a growing chasm opening up between us.
One night I woke to find the lights off, a blanket thrown over me, empty bottle on the floor. Nothing terribly unusual there - my wife and son had gone to bed and left me in my stupor. I had to pee badly, so got up, and staggered slowly to the toilet. It was very dark, but I didn't need to see - I knew my house well. As I stood there silently, trying to get the snake to start, I heard a noise behind me - the door to the master bedroom opened. I expected my wife to emerge, probably in the satin gown she kept on the end of the bed for such occasions ("I don't want to embarrass Mike with my naked body in the middle of the night!" she often told me) seeking to empty her own bladder, but instead I heard footsteps going to my son's room, and his door close. Still fairly wasted, i shook my head, finally emptied and shook the snake, and then decided to go to my real bed for the night, seems it was closer than the sofa.
Climbing in next to Shona, I noticed that my side of the bed was a little warm, and a little damp... before the remaining alcohol in my blood took me back to sleepytime.
The next morning I woke to a very unusual sensation; a warm, moist mouth sliding up and down slowly on my cock. Opening my eyes blearily, I saw my wife's cock filled face smiling up at me. She slipped her mouth off briefly and said, "Thank-you for joining me in bed last night," and then resumed her duties, sucking my cock like she'd not done for many years. Full of surprises however, before I could come, she slipped her mouth off, and straddled my body, kissing me deeply with her cock tasting tongue as she slid her wet pussy back and forth on my cock. Cock tasting kisses actually turned me on quite a bit, something Shona knew, but didn't like to indulge too often due to its slutiness. What she did next however was something new that I'd often requested, but always been denied as it wasn't just slutty, it was nasty - yet here she was now slowly crawling higher up my body, til her pussy was above my face, thighs either side of my head.
Seeing her excited, very wet pussy, I pressed my face up to meet her, tongue eager to please and explore the folds I'd not visited for some time, as she pressed herself down firmly upon my face...
...and in that instant, as my tongue probed excitedly into the one and only pussy I'd ever tasted and pleasured, as she sat slowly rocking her most intimate place on my face, last night's little hallway mystery came back to me as I knew at that moment I was tasting stale cum inside my wife's pussy - and it wasn't mine.
My wife seemed oblivious to my initial reaction of revulsion at realizing I was eating someone else's cum out of my wife's pussy, as I rather wildly wiggled my face to try escape the hours-old musky seminal leavings oozing from my wife's well fucked pussy. Shona just moaned at the sensations I caused, and held my head with her hands as she rode my face. Next, my hungover brain remembered her words a moment ago - thanks for joining her in bed last night. Could my son have crept in and used my wife for his pleasure without her knowing? He had grown quite a bit lately - just a fraction taller than myself, tho a bit leaner. Did she believe it was me fucking her, when it was really - him?
It wasn't until one of Shona's hands left my head, and reached back to grasp my cock, that it hit me - as shocked as I was at this situation, my cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy. What the hell?! Why was it reacting like that to my situation? My world at that point consisted of the taste of my horny wife combined with stale cum-of-son, the strong scent that mixture elicited to my nostrils, the knowledge my son had somehow fucked his mother without her knowing, and my wife's fingers stroking my hard leaking cock. An embarrassing mixture of humiliation and pleasure.
Unbeknownst to me at that moment, my son, who had woken from a lovely dream about his mother with a raging morning wood, was just about to open the door to our room when he heard his mother's moans - and my own. Instead, he smiled to himself, and went for a shower.
When Shona finally came, it was like a flood of the rest of my son's cum and her juices raining over my face. She collapsed and again thanked me, then went for a shower before I could even try to start any kind of conversation about what was going on - and before I'd reached my own orgasm. From my bed, I saw her disappear into the bathroom, and then a few minutes later, our son emerge and go to his room, stark naked, with something quite considerable bobbing between his legs as he walked.
But... my brain told me... That meant - my wife must have seen him like that in the bathroom - and they were together in there for at least a few minutes.
After my wife and son had gone to work, I spent the day running everything through my head. Was I really being cuckolded by my son? Had I imagined hearing him sneak back to his room as I'd peed the night before? Was it really cum that I'd tasted sullying my wife's pussy?
That night, I played out like I was doing my new normal; finishing the bottle, passing out... Except it was an already empty bottle from the trash. It seemed to take forever for the house to become quiet. As I reclined in the chair waiting to see if anything was going to happen, again I found it hard to concentrate due to the stiffness in my pants; precum soaking the crotch. I waited, and waited, and heard nothing. Perhaps it had all been my nasty imagination, I thought, as I sat there in the dark.
I didn't know when sleep took me, but I woke with a start, and decided that if my wife had for some reason reached out an olive branch in the form of a sexy morning blowjob, I should probably not spend the night on the sofa again, so I went to bed. There was my wife, asleep in our bed on her side. I climbed in quietly, trying not to wake her, when her arm reached around and pulled me into a spoon with her. Her hand stayed reaching back on my hip, as she wiggled her ass on my cock. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep. That felt amazing, not like I expected," she whispered, as she slipped her hand between us, and found my dick. I felt her fingers seem to explore it curiously, especially my circumcised mushroom head, before retreating, and wiggling away from me in silence.
I didn't offer any response, as I lay there alone next to the woman I'd been married to for 18 years, knowing that her words had not been for me.
When I woke in the morning, again there was a mouth on my cock. Opening my eyes, my wife was cock smiley again. Once I was hard and wet, she climbed on me, straddling my cock, slowly sinking herself onto my shaft, making me moan in pleasure. "You came to bed with me again last night..." she said. After a moment however, she slipped back off, and turned around to 69 me. If yesterday wasn't just a dream... then... Am I really about to suck my son's cum out of my wife's cunt for a second time? She pressed her pussy to my face, and my tongue pushed inside tentatively, tasting her sweet amazing pussy juices - very enticing and so sexy.... except... there was still a smell... a cum smell... I wasn't tasting it... but I was definitely smelling it...
And then my wife raised her hips, tilting, angling them so my mouth wasn't just licking her pussy - it was right on her ass, and I then knew where the cum smell was coming from. My wife's formerly virgin ass, that she'd never let me use before - smelled of cum.
As I lay there, starting to feel my son's dirty cum ooze out of my wife's ass, I wondered how he could have managed to do this without her knowing, as she seemed to believe that it had been my cock taking her anal cherry last night, not our supposedly innocent son's. I was also trying to deal with the fact that - dirty cum was dripping in my mouth! Whilst this may have been a bit of a fantasy in the past, thanks to my little obsession with cum, I had never anticipated eating someone else's creampie, especially a family member. Do I just keep letting my wife moan and rub her defiled hole on my mouth, keeping quiet about this huge secret, or do I shove her off and tell her what happened?? What would she think if she knew her own son had not once, but twice - if not more! - fucked her in her own bed, while she thought it was me?
Looking up, I could just make out Shona's face between her thighs, as she stared down at me, a slightly concerned look on her face as she tongued my cock head. I put it down to her concerns about face sitting and being anally defiled, but soon lost concentration anyways when her hand grabbed my cock and started to stroke. As humiliated as I was feeling laying under my wife's cum dripping asshole, I was already close to coming, and leaking precum like never before. Shona too knew me well, and as I got close to exploding - eased off her ministrations, keeping me on edge instead as she coaxed my tongue to enter her gooey ass as she wiggled herself on my face. Cum and ass and cunt filled my sights and smells and tastes. Surely I couldn't keep this secret? Fuck she felt so good! But our son... fucking his mom's pussy, and - now her ass! My mind clouded quickly as I felt my orgasm build under Shona's masterful hands, my balls starting to rise, a moan emerging from my throat - However suddenly Shona's formerly attentive ministrations ceased, replaced with a tight squeeze of finger and thumb, holding my cock firmly under the head as it shook and trembled, but with my urethra firmly blocked, there was no pleasurable release. My orgasm quickly subsided, whilst my cock ceased its attempted spasms, til her hold eased up and just a dribble of cum poured out of my cock head and down to her hand, instead of the usual amazing spurts and squirts of muscular contractions. My wife just killed my orgasm!
"What was that?!" I asked her in shock, mumbling into her messy holes, feeling rather frustrated as my cock pointlessly dribbled a little more without any pleasure.
My wife's fingers suddenly went back to careful lusty strokes, but there was no point - the orgasm was gone, and not coming back again any time soon. "Sorry hon," my wife replied, sounding sincere. "Your tongue felt so good, I lost concentration."
I watched as my wife slid off my body, gave me a little wave over her shoulder, and headed for the shower. I lay in bed naked and frustrated, as my brain tried to tell me something important, something about the fact that the shower had been running before my wife left the bedroom, about the fact that the shower door opened, and closed, with the water still running... but my brain was only thinking of an orgasm denied.
Eventually I dragged myself out of bed, smearing what little cum had dribbled out over my belly, knowing I was going to be in the shower shortly - possibly even with Shona if I hurried. Deciding on a nudie-run as I was just going to jump in the shower, I left the bedroom naked and headed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to open the door Mike walked out, naked like the day before, and clearly hard. Seeing me naked, he gave me a grin and said "good start to the morning, dad?" The shower was still running in the bathroom. As Mike passed me, openly checking me out, he asked if I could help him with something in his room. When I said I was just going to have a shower, he was all the more eager that I help him.
"Well, give me a sec to put something on," I told him, but he insisted he just needed a second of my time. Feeling awkward with drying cum on my stomach, my cock limp between my legs, but trying not to be abashed at my nudeness, especially as he didn't seem to be, I followed.
As I walked into his bedroom I saw him standing with a foot on his desk chair, as if making a very loud statement about what was between his legs. Until just the day before when I caught the glimpse of him walking naked from the shower, I hadn't really looked at him - down there - for many years; it was a long time since I'd last had to dry him after a bath, and he had sure done a lot of growing. He pointed (with his hand) at some homework on his desk. Quadratic equations. I raised an eyebrow at him. "You know I haven't done these in like 20 years?" I asked him, but he insisted that he needed my help with a doozy of an equation. I sat at his desk, very aware of the sensation of my balls and cock resting on the seat.
"I'll be right back, dad," Mike said to me as he walked back out into the hall, still naked. After a minute, it occurred to me that he hadn't returned. After 5 minutes, I was about to go looking when my wife came past the room. Seeing me, she walked in and gave me a big kiss. Funny, I thought. I know she'd sucked my cock earlier... But... her mouth really tastes and smells like...
Oh. Right.
I felt like - I felt like I was still drunk, as I had actually been for months now - but I hadn't had a drink in 2 days. The world was in a haze as I went through the motions, my once faithful wife heading off to work, my son going to school. There was no denying what had happened - what I'd tasted, where it had been. Three times now. But even having tasted it with my own tongue, it just seemed impossible to comprehend that Shona, my loving wife, would do that - knowingly, willingly - with our son. I mean, sure, when Mike went through puberty occasionally she mentioned finding her panties in his room, but that was just... boys being boys... Right? It didn't worry me at all, even though Shona seemed quite concerned about it. But this... This was major elevations beyond jerking off in your mom's panties. And she had never mentioned fancying younger guys.
How long had it been going on? How did it start? Why was my sweet Shona even giving him things she'd never given me??
It was all so confusing. Did they now know that I knew? Was that the point of the display this morning, kissing me with a strong taste of semen, or was it just some disgusting game they were playing?
I found myself sitting at my son's computer, going through his browser history. Looking for anything suspicious. The first thing I learned was, this boy does very little study, but a great deal of porn watching. And the majority of it was "M-I-L-F"... Mother I'd Like to Fuck. Then I saw it - amongst image upon image of smut, a forum that Mike was regularly visiting. Stupid kid - considering how tech savvy he appeared - had his user name and password auto saved... "hot4mom"...
Searching his posts, the earlier entries were just complimenting other users on their uploads - images supposedly showing real mothers and sons. What shocked me was finding candid, unaware images of my wife posted by "hot4mom" in various states of undress, upskirt, even one fully nude albeit dark and out of focus. My son was a pervert! Sneaking pictures of his own mother, and posting them online! Without even hiding her face! And the other perverts weren't trying to discourage him - they were telling him what to do next! "Offer to dry her back after a shower", one said. "Get a better camera", requested another. "Giver her a back rub", suggested "badmom82". "Pretend to accidentally brush against her tits!"... I tried to remember through the drunken stupor that was the months of unemployment - had I seen anything? Had I witnessed my son trying to get intimate with Shona, his mother? The real question however, was - why was my hand reaching for my cock as I sat there reading and looking at what my son had been doing to his unsuspecting mother?
As I read more, his posts, and those of the other forum members, made it abundantly clear what had been going on. Whilst I'd drunk myself to sleep on the sofa for nights on end, Mike had taken his chance, seizing the opportunity to get close, to console my wife on her lonely nights. First just subtle little things, like helping with chores (and how women love a domestic man), but soon more closely, treating her like one would a date, opening doors, complimenting her clothing, her smile, even her perfume - which she hadn't worn for me in years. But even more intimate, he noted in his posts that she'd started wearing sexier clothes during the day, sexy lingerie too (and there were more upskirt, half-closed-door pics of Shona to show all his "friends" of his successful seduction), and in the evenings he noted she was starting to wear less, more revealing clothes; letting him see more of her body.
Could it be that my own actions had pushed my wife into my son's arms?
Every step of the way the crowd were loving it, encouraging him to be even bolder, telling him what else to try, how to ride home the advantages he was winning in turning his mom into more than just a mom. And whilst at first he went slowly, his posts suggested he was gaining confidence, perhaps reading more into his encounters with his mother than was really there - but - maybe not? I hadn't been intimate with Shona for some time, and whilst our love making was hardly earth-shattering nor terribly adventurous, she did enjoy our Friday night's and occasional Sunday morning before Church dalliances. Now she'd been without my attention, because I had been a selfish bastard.
What I read next in my son's forum thread truly shocked me.
Chapter 2 - Mike's Perverted Forum Posts
... to be continued... -->
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