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(This is the penultimate chapter for this series. Enjoy!)
That week, I just couldn’t help myself and took a daily pilgrimage to the link displaying Dad’s debaucherous video. Each time, I was greeted by the sight of my mother ... the woman who had loved and nurtured me ... being thoroughly ravaged, and finally bred, by Dad’s well-hung companion. And each time, the viewing experience had the same explosive effect on both my psyche and my loins.
It made me recall the similar scene five months prior at my parents’ house, when I’d watched Dad do virtually the same thing right in front of me. With each viewing, I was re-immersed into the vivid sensory soup of that event ... the musky smell of sex ... the aural cacophony of voiced pleasure ... the tactile feel of warm, slick flesh ... and the ever-present emotional conflict suppressed by lustful desires.
“Who is more depraved,” I thought, as I pleasured myself while watching for the fourth time, “my perverted cuckold father or me ... his lecherous son?”
No correspondence passed between us that fateful week, even though I felt the need to respond to the “reward” he had bestowed. What could I even say? What he had given was more like poisoned candy ... so enticing, yet ultimately deadly after consumption. The longer I waited to respond, the more guilt I imagined him feeling at having shared that video with me. Could he have thought, perhaps, that I wouldn’t want to talk with him ever again?
Halfway into the second week of the silence between us, I received an email with is familiar return address. My heart pounded seeing it in my inbox, but I resisted opening it until later that night, in the comfort of my apartment.
With a glass of wine to take the edge off a hard day at work, I was finally ready to face whatever Dad had to say and clicked on his message.
Hey Charlie,
How’s everything going? It’s been a while since I heard from you. Guess you’ve been busy ... or something. Look, I was just wondering if that last email is the reason I haven’t heard from you this past week. If so, then maybe we should talk about it. Could you give me a call after you read this?
Dad
I sat back and took a big gulp from my glass. “Maybe I should let him stew a bit more,” I thought to myself, as I decided whether or not to put off my reply for one more day. However, it only took a minute to select the righteous path of open communication, and before I knew it, I was hearing the familiar beeps and tones of a Skype call being placed.
“Hey there!” he exclaimed, as soon as his glowing face filled the screen.
“Hey,” I answered back coldly.
He saw that my mood was far less jovial than his and adjusted his disposition accordingly.
“Soooo ... I guess you took a look at that video I sent you, eh?”
“Yep.”
(Silence)
“I’m guessing that wasn’t the best judgment, now was it?”
“The act itself ... or sending the video of it to me?” I asked spitefully.
He looked down bashfully, which was a look rarely, if ever, seen on my father’s face.
“Look ... you have every reason to be upset, but just hear me out ... To answer your first question ... Am I sorry about the act itself? ... It may surprise you, but both your mother and I would have to answer that with a resounding ‘No’.
“As I told you before, Charlie, I’ve never strayed from that beautiful woman in all our years of marriage ... so for us to do what we did with Jack and Kitty ... well, you should damn well know that it wasn’t something we took lightly ... It didn’t just ‘happen’. We talked about all the implications before actually deciding to go through with it ... together.”
As he spoke, I was completely taken aback by his honesty and sincerity. The baton of embarrassed humility had passed to me.
“And to be completely honest ... you may not believe it, but your old Dad here was the one with cold feet. Your sweet mother had to coax me into it, because frankly ... frankly, I’ve always been jealous of Jack Reynolds and that lady killer hanging between his legs ... Having your Mom as my own has been the one thing I’ve had over him all these years ... So to allow him to have his way with her ... well, that just wasn’t something I was willing to do. So, I guess that day was when the excitement of fantasy and the consequences of reality came to a crashing head for me.”
“So why did you change your mind? ... Why did you go through with it?”
“Well, like I told you ... Your mother and I talked ... We talked a lot about it, and I told her all the things I’m telling you now ... The fear I had of losing something ... Maybe losing her.
“She understood completely, but then she reminded me how our experiences with you and Erika had only brought us closer together ... Through that experience, we were able to lose an inhibition that we had clung to for so long, and it helped us to be freer and more open with each other, both sexually and non-sexually.
“Truth be told ... she also knew that I had been admiring Ms. Kitty from afar for all these years, and knowing that we aren’t getting any younger, she didn’t want me to have any regrets later on ... She was giving me permission to go out and play, as it were.”
“She also confided in me about that day at Clausen Bend, when she and Kitty played around with Jack before we were married. She confirmed that she didn’t go all the way with him ... but she also confessed that she’d thought about it all these years ... Then seeing him on the nude beach in all his glory rekindled something deep inside her ... So I guess I only have myself to blame for making that happen, eh?
“Anyway, I admired her honesty ... I mean, why is OK for guys to lust, but not for gals ... they have desires of the flesh, too, right?”
“Sure do ... even though we like to think they don’t,” I chimed in.
“Exactly! So, having talked about those desires and the fears associated with them, we decided to go through with it, enjoy it without reservation, and then talk honestly about it afterward to see how we felt about it.”
“Wow ... I didn’t know my parents were such liberal, free-lovin’ hippies!” I joked, trying to release some of the tension that had built up in our pretty heavy conversation ... even though that was usually Dad’s job.
“Yeah, you might say that,” he chuckled loudly. “Soooo ... we did the deed, and we both learned, as we had learned with you and Erika ... it can be a pretty fucking exciting experience! No regrets for either of us.”
“Wow ... more power to ya!” I retorted, surprised by it all.
“Now, to answer your second question ... about sending the video to you ... Well ... truth is...” he began slowly, “I had just finished reading your latest chapter ... with a full glass of bourbon ... and the testosterone was just rushing all through me ... and I thought, “Hey, instead of me TELLING Charlie about our time with Jack and Kitty, let me do something better ... let me SHOW him what went on.” And with a push of a button, off it went.”
Knowing full well how thoroughly the male hormone coupled with alcohol can corrupt the decision-making process, and how we had confided so much in each other the past few months, I completely understood the reason behind his rash action. I also came to the realization that I was partially to blame for it, seeing as how my writing is what got him all riled up in the first place. Still, I decided to make him stew in his guilt a bit more.
“Didn’t you think it was the least bit fucked up that you encouraged me to watch my own mother getting laid by another guy?”
“I know ... I know ... It was a bad decision,” he finally admitted. “You probably weren’t prepared for that ... but in my testosterone-and-alcohol-fueled haze, it seemed to make perfect sense to share it, especially since I know you have an Oedipus thing going...”
“Hey!”
“Well, it’s true! And since the main theme of our story is the taboo of having another man lay your wife with your permission, I thought it would be fine ... I mean, for God’s sake ... you had already watched ME breed your momma...”
I flushed bright red and felt a surge down below at his blunt comment.
“Of course, as they say ... hindsight is 20/20. If I knew you’d be upset, I wouldn’t have sent it.”
“Weeeellll ... I guess I’d have to say it made me more conflicted than upset,” I explained. “I mean, it sure didn’t LOOK like you had cold feet in the video,” I bristled. “You were egging them both on pretty good.”
“Sure,” he conceded, “once things started up, we were all in a lust-driven frenzy ... maybe me more than anyone ... But I guess it really hit home when I saw Jack ... you know ... finish inside her.”
I recalled those final moments in the video, and how Dad had become strangely silent when he caught that instant with the camera.
“Yeah ... it may be crude, but I’m just gonna say it ... seeing his seed dripping from the place that was mine and mine alone ... and knowing that it could never be undone ... well, I won’t lie ... some regret did creep in.”
“Well, how was Mom afterwards?”
“I’d say It was just like after we got together with you guys ... she was practically glowing. For the next few days, there was definitely a spring in her step and a constant smile on her face.”
“Well, maybe having that intimate attention from another fella made her feel like a more desirable woman,” I ventured.
“Yeah, I’d definitely say that’s what it was ... Let me tell you, since then ... she’s been even more frisky than usual,” he confessed with a smile returning to his face. “She’s been wanting it everywhere ... the kitchen table ... outside by the barn ... in the truck ... You can be sure, I sure ain’t complaining about that!” he admitted. I could see that he needed to adjust himself just thinking about their recent illicit adventures.
“I bet not!” I replied, hoping the conversation would continue in this more “positive” direction.
“So I have to ask...” he began, “how many times did you watch it?”
My face reddened, and now it was my turn to adjust my plumping cock. “At least eight,” I replied honestly.
Dad smiled knowingly. “Your mother was a thing of beauty, wasn’t she?”
I could tell he was probing ... seeing what would slip from my mouth. “Sure was ... she handled him like a pro.”
“Sure did...” he said trailing off. “You know, I probably shouldn’t tell you this ... but Jack kept raving about how tight she was ... just kept going on and on about it afterwards ... Have to say, for some reason, that made me feel proud.”
I felt a droplet of warm wetness escape me upon hearing that information. “Well, from the look of things ... he didn’t leave her that way after he finished,” I retorted bluntly, baiting Dad for more details about the encounter.
Dad smiled wickedly at my completely inappropriate observation. “Yeah ... well, when I slid in there after him, there was definitely more wiggle room than I’m accustomed to,” he smirked. “Stayed like that for a couple of days, actually, before things got back to normal. I joked with Jack later that he had ruined it for me. Let me tell you ... that sure boosted his ego.” he chuckled.
The last of Dad’s words were lost in a fog as the image of his uncut cock sliding easily into Mom’s foreignly-seeded snatch took precedence in my mind.
“As someone with zero experience, myself ... how was your first time with sloppy seconds?” I blurted out, apropos of nothing.
The conversation was definitely taking on a bluer tone more in line with the narrative of our co-constructed story.
“Well...” he smiled, recollecting the experience and trying to verbalize it accurately, “it definitely was a unique feeling ... gliding through another man’s spunk ... but I have to admit, it added another taboo layer to the whole experience ... I mean, I guess it all goes back to the primal aspect of breeding we’re focusing on in our story. At that moment, we were just two cum-drunk old bulls driven by lustful chemicals to mate the fair lady we were with ... knowing full well that our ministrations weren’t going to be bringing any newborn life into the world ... but still enjoying the thrill and bravado of pretending.”
He paused, contemplating something before continuing. “Again, maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this ... but afterwards, your Mom and I were talking, and she said being double dipped for the first time was a VERY exciting experience for her, too...” He paused again, looking conflicted. “She’d kill me if she knew I told you this, but ... she said that having those two loads dripping from her afterwards made her feel like a $10 hooker ... and she liked it...”
My heart immediately started thumping in my throat hearing Dad’s confession.
“Wow! Pretty powerful stuff...” was all I could muster after that.
Dad laughed, reading my face like a book. “Is that old Oedipus complex eating away at you, Charlie? ... Don’t worry, every guy has been through mommy lust ... Nothing to be ashamed of ... Well, at least we can explore that in our little story now, eh?” Dad said matter-of-factly. “By the way, I’ll be shooting off the next chapter in the next day or two.”
I laughed at his unintentional pun.
“Yeah ... I’ll probably be shooting off something else after this call, too,” he chuckled, quickly catching his double entendre.
“You and me both,” I replied honestly, looking down to see a growing wet spot on my trousers.
“Hey, sorry again for throwing that video curve ball at you. Are we square with that?”
“Yeah, we’re square ... only if you write a damn good next part to our story, old man.”
“Oh ... you’ve got my word on that!” he assured me.
“Hey, by the way...” I interjected before concluding the call, “why haven’t I heard a word about your exploits with Ms. Kitty during your little swinging experience?”
Dad laughed and shook his head. “The reason is because Ms. Kitty is a terrible fuck!”
“What?!”
“Yeah ... Jack talks a good game about how sexy she is, and how they do this and that ... but when I was with her, she was about as animated as a dead fish. And those big tits I’ve been been admiring all these years ... well, I found out first hand they’re mostly silicon now. And the real kicker for me ... Jack’s gapped her so much that I hardly felt a thing.”
“Wow ... sounds pretty awful ... No wonder you kept things to yourself.”
“Yeah ... I won’t be doing that again,” he chuckled, “and your Mom about killed herself laughing after I told her what I just told you ... Now she doesn’t feel the least bit threatened by Kitty ... and for good reason! Anyway, I learned my lesson ... be careful what you wish for ... it may come true!...”
We both had a big laugh over that one.
“Well, I’d better let you go, Charlie. Like I said, you should be getting my next masterpiece soon.”
Sure enough, the next day, an attachment arrived.
The Breeding of Erika: Ninth Chapter
“You were marvelous darling,” whispered Mom in my ear as she cradled my spent testes in her soft, warm hand. I turned my head and she planted a small kiss on my cheek. “I could’ve watched these big balls slap her ass all day,” she purred, giving them a firm, but gentle, squeeze.
“Glad you liked the show,” I stuttered, giving Dad a pair of raised eyebrows.
He stared back sporting a big knowing smile. “Sounds like you have a fan.”
“Just being a supportive mother,” she replied with a grin and wink of her own.
“Well, I hope you soaked that little egg good,” Dad replied. “Why don’t you back out and let your Mom clean you up. She’s got a real talent for that,” he winked.
“Come on dear,” she cooed, ringing her fingers around the base of my cum-slick sack and gently pulling backward. I followed her lead and slowly dislodged my sperm-spent cock from Erika’s “hopefully” fertilized depths with a muffled “SLURP”. Remnants of my fresh, warm load puddled at the entrance to her well-fucked quim, but Dad was careful not to let it spill.
“Whoa ho! Looks like you topped her off pretty good there with that world-famous Evans cream,” observed Dad proudly. He quickly balled Erika up until her bonne-bouche was pointing skyward to avoid spillage. Then, to my surprise, he was then able to gather her hips to his chest in an embrace and slowly, carefully pick her up, so that she was upside down in a kind of standing 69.
“Need to let gravity help us out,” he huffed, “Get that big load to settle in her womb.”
He then proceeded to walk her over to the couch across the room in that position, like a leopard stealing away his prey from the rest of the prowl. Once he had reached the couch, he squatted down. But instead of placing her on the couch, as I had expected, he gently placing her head and shoulders on the floor, and rested her back up against the front of the couch, so that her beautiful ass formed a peak and her legs dangled on either side of her head below.
Without skipping a beat, he knelt down, straddling Erika’s flushed face once again, so that his turgid cock hung an inch above her mouth. To my surprise, she wasted no time raising her head to suckle his foreskin-covered tip. He sighed deeply, then spread his legs wide to give her a chance to rest her head on the floor as she devoured him.
“Thatta girl,” he complemented, “You sure know how to treat your Papa right.” Then he slowly flexed his ass and leaned in. I watched spellbound as more of his thick shaft smoothly disappeared into my wife’s welcoming throat. A deep, satisfied moan rumbled in his chest.
As all this was transpiring, I slowly raised myself off my knees and stretched my back as Dad had done earlier. Mom wasted no time kneeling in front of me, briefly admiring the glistening mess of juices and sweat coating my floppy cock.
“That’s my boy!” she said proudly. “You ready for me to get him nice and clean?”
“It would be a wish come true,” I sighed honestly.
She smiled, then put her hands on my thighs and leaned in a fraction of an inch from my cock, inhaling the aroma of the rich mixture. As she did, my cock twitched and bumped her nose unexpectedly.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, and recoiled a bit in surprise. Her surprise soon turned to laughter at her own reaction.
“Sorry about that,” I said, unable to hold back a laugh of my own.
“Looks like he’s still kicking,” she replied giggling. “I, of all people, should’ve known it’s hard to keep an Evans cock down ... especially a healthy young one like this.”
The twitch had caused the last milky droplet of cream to emerge from my slit. It began to grow and dangle from my tip.
“At least I get a present out of it,” she said with a tinge of huskiness in her voice, obviously mesmerized and anxious to sample my wares for the first time.
“May I?...” she asked, looking up at me.
“You may,” I said with a somewhat dominant tone.
I could tell she appreciated it. With a wicked smile, she quickly leaned in and positioned her tongue under the dangling droplet. She waited there as it slowly descended to rest on the blade of her pink tongue. She held it there, briefly displaying what she had collected, before taking it into her mouth ... her first taste of me.
She smiled broadly. “Mmmm ... It was definitely worth the wait,” she finally cooed after savoring it a bit.
The scene was intoxicating. So much so that I began to feel lightheaded.
Without skipping a beat, she leaned in, parted her mouth, and cradled the head of my cut cock gingerly between her warm lips. Ever so slowly I could feel the tip of her tongue delicately probe my slit, searching for more of my ejaculate. Still sensitive from my orgasm, the stimulation took my breath away, and my tired knees buckled a bit as she kept her sensuous eyes on me. Then, like a boa devouring its prey, her mouth slowly enveloped my head, locking her lips behind my flared corona. Her tongue began swirling earnestly over each of the sensitive nerve-endings in my tip, careful to target those bundled on the underside cleft near the slit.
I was in heaven and instinctively tangled my fingers in her hair, desperate to keep her there as long as I could. Knowing that my limp cock would soon be returning to life, she worked her lips past my circumcision scar and up the shaft until they found the base of my cock. She closed her eyes and began nursing earnestly on my limp manhood like a newborn calf on its mothers teat. I couldn’t help but gasp at the intense suction and sensations she generated, and held her head as my tool began to grow inside her. At that moment, I longed to remain as deep in my mother’s warm mouth as I could.
Looking over his shoulder, Dad watched me being serviced. “She sure cleans up well, doesn’t she.”
I looked down into her smiling eyes. “Yeah, I’m guessing you’ve had her practicing quite a bit, eh.”
“Well, since Erika here gave her that training, she’s been on my cock like a fly to honey.”
“Speaking of my girl ... how’s she doing over there?” I inquired, finding it hard to focus on holding a simple conversation as Mom sucked me deep.
“Oh, she’s doing just fine, ain’t ya, darlin’?” he crowed. With her mouth stuffed with cock, all she could do was give me a thumbs up. “There you go ... She’s giving my old dog a mighty fine tour of her velvet throat over here. And while we let this fresh load of yours settle a little more...” he said, patting her upturned ass, “ ... let me go ahead and do some housecleaning of my own. I’m curious how this creampie of yours stacks up against your old man’s.”
I watched in amazement as he used his thumbs to pull apart Erika’s dark, swollen petals with a muted “click”. He took time to admire the erotic beauty of her seeded furrow before bringing his face close and inhaling deeply. “Nice bouquet you’ve got there,” he called back. With that, he brought his tongue to her unhooded clit and wiggled it around. A muffled squeal emanated from between his legs where Erika was worshipping diligently.
With the broad blade of his tongue, he wasted no time excavating her hot, slick trough ... slowly at first, but then with long lapping strokes. Erika’s hips undulated with each cleansing pass.
He finally covered her quim completely with his mouth and ate her properly, causing her legs to kick and quiver involuntarily. As he feasted, I could see his muscled haunches flexing rhythmically ... fucking her moaning mouth with his pistoning tool. He finally came up for air with a loud “SMACK,” and her labia glistening with nary a trace of my wayward cum.
He looked back at me, his grinning mouth glistened with a mixture of my juices and hers. “A little on the light side, if I do say so myself,” he joked, belittling the quality of my ejaculate, “but hopefully your swimmers can get the job done.” As he spoke, I watched his ass continue to flex methodically ... nonchalantly stuffing his meaty stalk down my wife’s throat again and again. A muted “glug, glug” emanated from her mouth. He must have known that the sight of his swollen testes slowly slapping against her face was driving me over the edge.
“Ohh darlin’ ... You got a mouth that just won’t quit, now don’t ya,” he hissed, reaching back between his legs and stroking her black hair. “Charlie, I ain’t gonna lie ... I sure wish I could plant my load in this beautiful mouth and get her pregnant that way ... but I think we all know a much better place for it,” he concluded.
Grabbing the back of her neck, he slowly unsheathed his engorged tusk from her talented orifice until it hovered just above her mouth. It was positively dripping with a sloppy coating of her spit and his precum.
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