Dad/Husband (Trevor) Discovers Wife's (Jessica's) And Son's (Dylan's) Affair free porn video

Dylan and I wake up about an hour later and agree that our bodies need a rest for the night. We lie in bed caressing each other for about 20 minutes, then head downstairs after we both brush our teeth in the master bathroom. I'm wearing my red silk bathrobe and Dylan's only got boxers on. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I take a second to admire his young body. He's becoming such a good looking man, I look forward to seeing how he looks about 10 years from now. I order pizza for a late lunch/early dinner and we hang out in the family room watching TV.

(Dylan)

"I dare you to answer the door naked."

(Jessica)

"What?! No chance!"

(Dylan)

"Why not?"

(Jessica)

"Why?"

(Dylan)

"I want to see you naked again, but also how another guy looks at you. I'm curious."

(Jessica)

"I'm not an exhibitionist."

(Dylan)

"Come on. It'd be fun and exciting. PLUS, you said you're my sexual servant now. I feel like you should do this in order to make me happy."

(Jessica)

After a few minutes of back-and-forth, we settle on me answering the door with my robe hanging open just enough to give the guy an idea of what's under it. This discussion makes me wonder what all Dylan's into. Scat, exhibitionism, voyeurism, more? How twisted can his fantasies get? 45 minutes go by and the door rings.

(Dylan)

"He's here!"

(Jessica)

I stand up and walk past Dylan's chair across the room from mine. As I pass, he reaches out and quickly pulls the black belt from my robe, leaving me completely exposed between its open flap. "You little shit! Give that back!"

(Dylan)

"Nope."

(Jessica)

"This wasn't the deal."

(Dylan)

"Just have fun and answer the door, Mom." Most of Mom's breasts can easily be seen with the impressions of puffy nipples poking through the fabric. Her vagina is on full display as well as her legs. The robe cuts off a little under her butt cheeks, so they'd also be exposed if she had to bend over for any reason. She angrily looks at me, but I can see a smile being held back and know she likes this. She approaches the front door and I'm at an angle in the family room where I can see it in the reflection of our foyer mirror. "Mom! Drop the money at a spot on the floor where you have to turn around to pick it up from before you hand it to him!" From behind with an amazing view of her ass getting hugged by her robe, I see her shake her head.

(Jessica)

I hear Dylan tell me to drop the money and shake my head laughing. I'm a little nervous, but also excited as I reach for the door and open it. Standing on the other side is a husky 20-something guy with a long brown beard and company-branded baseball cap on. He looks up from the receipt in his hand and immediately notices the open robe. He stands speechless for a few seconds, looking me up and down. If I'm being honest, I'm enjoying the stranger's attention to my nearly naked body.

(Pizza guy)

"Shit. Uhhhhhh, how are you tonight?"

(Jessica)

"I'm good. You?"

(Pizza guy)

"Good! Good. Uhhhhhh, I have your large pepperoni pizza here. It's $16.43 with tax."

(Jessica)

"Great. I have the money in the kitchen. Wait here for a minute while I grab it?"

(Pizza guy)

"Sure."

(Dylan)

I watch the guy watch Mom as she walks away from him and can envision exactly what he's seeing. I'm jealous of his view. I see him take a step inside to get a better look, then step back as Mom starts returning to to him.

(Jessica)

I walk back down the hall to him with my robe blowing more open from the breeze coming through the front door. I look down and see my entire left breast now exposed with the guy's eyes locked onto it and his mouth hanging open. A foot away, I drop the money and make it look accidental. "Sorry." I turn around and bend over to collect all of the bills.

(Dylan)

Mom bends over and blatantly shoves her ass into the air so the guy gets a great look. And a great look he gets. I see him lean in and drop his head a little to see as much of her as he can. Mom looks at me with a smile and mouths, "You asshole." Then she stands up and turns back to the pizza guy.

(Jessica)

"Here you go."

(Pizza guy)

"Thank you. Are, um, are you alone tonight?"

(Jessica)

"Sorry, I'm not. My son is here."

(Pizza guy)

"Oh. Damn. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

(Jessica)

"No, at least not tonight. Maybe some other time, though."

(Pizza guy)

"Definitely. Ask for Chris whenever you order in the future and I'll make sure to be your delivery driver."

(Jessica)

"Sounds good. Thank you, Chris."

(Pizza guy)

"Thank YOU. Have a good night."

(Jessica)

I'd forgotten how fun it is to flirt with a stranger. And I never did it like that before. It truly was fun to flirt and tease like that. I head back into the family room where Dylan is. "Our pizza is here, mister."

(Dylan)

I just smile and nod. I'm proud of Mom for letting herself have fun like that. I've never seen her do anything like that before, to be free like she was. It seems like us having sex has opened another side of her I never knew existed. It feels like I'm meeting the real version of her for the first time. I like this version of her.

(Jessica)

Dylan and I eat, watch a movie, then head back upstairs to shower together and get ready for bed for the night. This time, we contain our urges and only wash each other. Dylan gets a massive erection in the shower and I want nothing more than to have it inside of me, but we stick to our agreement of giving our bodies a break. After we shower, I put new sheets on the bed and we get under them naked. As much as we want to bang each other, it was also nice to have the night to relax without any sexual expectations. My son spoons me and we drift off to sleep.

I wake up at 7:43 AM on Monday and see a text from overnight. It's from Trevor. "Hey babe. Good news, our meetings for Tuesday and Wednesday got cancelled, so I'm coming home tomorrow instead of Wednesday. My plane arrives at 6:03 PM, so I'll see you guys at about 7:30. Love you and miss you both. Good night." FUCK! Dylan's and my time just got cut short by 2 days. I'm pissed. My sense of freedom was just pulled out from under my feet and I have to go back to sneaking around any time I want to fuck my son. And my sexless husband will occupy half the bed again with me knowing spontaneous sex in the middle of the night or early morning will not happen.

Surprisingly, I feel resentment toward Trevor. This time with Dylan has opened my eyes to just how unhappy I've actually been all these years without previously realizing it. How can I go back to acting like everything is okay with Trevor when the truth is I'm not? I don't want Trevor in my bed. I don't want to share the shower with my husband. I don't want another child with him. I want my son for all of those.

Dylan wakes up at about 8:20 and instantly pulls me into him. I break the bad news and feel him hang his head in disappointment.

(Dylan)

"Ugh. Can't he just stay away? I want more of this with you, Mom. I'm not ready to stop."

(Jessica)

"I know, baby. Me too." We talk about our mutual desires for a few more minutes, then make love to start our day. Not being on the pill anymore will make Dylan cumming in me more special because any time could be THE time.

We spend the day screwing the other's brains out before our freedom to do so expires. Dylan bends me over our dining room table and nails me, he lays me on Trevor's desk in the office and takes me, I suck his cock while he sits naked in his father's office chair, he sets me on the kitchen counter and eats me out to completion, and he finally fucks my ass one more time as we take one more shower together. It's 5:30 PM now and we go our separate ways as Dylan heads downstairs to the basement. We wanted to make sure we were done exploring each other's bodies well before Trevor's 7:30 arrival time. And it's a good thing we did because at 7:05 PM, Trevor comes through the front door as I read a book in the family room.

(Trevor)

"Hey, Jess."

(Jessica)

"Hey. Welcome home." Does he even see me? He looked at me, but does he SEE me like Dylan does?

(Trevor)

"Thanks. It's good to be home." It really is good to be home. I don't like traveling for work and miss the comfort of home the entire time. "Is Dylan here?"

(Jessica)

"Basement." Trevor heads to the basement and opens the door to yell down and make his presence known. Then he comes back to the family room area to grab his luggage.

(Trevor)

"I'm going up to unpack. Did you guys already eat?"

(Jessica)

Not even a kiss on the cheek after not seeing me for a few days? "Nope. I'll come up with something in a few minutes."

(Trevor)

"Cool. I'll probably take a shower while I'm up there, so I'll be back down by 8:00."

(Jessica)

Whoop-dee-doo. "Sounds good."

(Jessica)

Trevor showers and I make dinner. Dylan eats in the basement, Trevor eats in his office that our son and I fucked in a couple of hours ago, and I eat in the family room. His first night back and I already feel alone and ignored again. This sucks. At 10:00 PM, I get bored and go up to bed. I'm still awake when Trevor comes up at 10:45.

(Trevor)

"You still awake?"

(Jessica)

...

(Trevor)

She must be asleep. Honestly, I'm good with that because I'm too tired to talk about anything meaningful. I close my eyes and am out within 5 minutes.

(Jessica)

I lie there silently, again thinking about my time with my son and my situation with Trevor. I'm not happy. After my brain spins for another 30 minutes, I fall asleep.

At 2:22 AM, I wake up from a sex dream. Oddly enough, it was a dream about the pizza guy. I roll over to check on Trevor. "Hey, are you asleep?" No response. I'm so horny and know my stud is in the basement probably still awake, so I carefully roll out of bed, put my robe on, and head downstairs. I reach the basement door and open it to the sound of silence. The lights are off, too. Is he sleeping? I leave the door open in case he is and I have to abort my plan.

I slowly go down the stairs and hear sounds playing in headphones. I reach my son's bed and see him lying in his boxers on his right side facing away looking at his tablet. Over his shoulder, I can see that he's watching porn and the sound in his headphones is the woman yelling as she gets nailed. She's an older woman with short blonde hair and small tits, maybe 50, and is with a blonde much younger 20-something guy. She's lying on a bed on her back as her man plows into her from his knees. Then I see the site's logo in the bottom-right and realize it's an incest site. This is hot. Dylan must be watching a son and mother video. I take the opportunity to reach down and touch his left shoulder.

(Dylan)

This amateur video is so hot. It's son and mom, which makes me think of Mom. I still have my dick in my shorts, but am rubbing it through the fabric. Then, something touches me and I jump a mile into the air. I turn back and look up to see Mom standing over me with the tablet screen illuminating her curvy body and face. I take the headphones off. "Shit, Mom. You gave me a heart attack."

(Jessica)

"Hahaha! Sorry. What are you watching?"

(Dylan)

"Nothing. What are you doing here? It's 2:30 in the morning."

(Jessica)

"I thought I'd come down for a late night booty call. And judging by what you're watching, I get the feeling you might be up for it. Is that another mom and son?"

(Dylan)

"Yeah, it is. I've been watching a lot on this site since you and I started having sex."

(Jessica)

"Interesting. How about you project that onto your TV and we watch it together?"

(Dylan)

"Really?"

(Jessica)

"Sure, why not? You don't want to watch incest porn with your mother? Maybe we could get a few ideas from it."

(Dylan)

"Yeah, I want to watch it. I just didn't know you watch porn too." I turn on the TV and cast my tablet screen to it. The basement is now filled with a blue tint from the 55" TV screen. I turn up the volume as Mom takes her robe off and sits on my bed with me. Without breaking her gaze from the TV, seemingly fascinated, she lies on her left side in front of me and reaches back to rub my erection against my boxers.

(Jessica)

"So this is a real mom and son?"

(Dylan)

"Yeah." Her fingers grip my concealed shaft as she slowly jerks it.

(Jessica)

"Is there a lot of incest porn out there?"

(Dylan)

"Uh-huh. A lot more than you'd think. A lot of it is fake, but there's enough legit stuff out there to know it happens pretty frequently."

(Jessica)

"Really? Did you ever watch it before we had sex?"

(Dylan)

"Not really. I'd watch some that had incest titles, but I ignored the titles. But I've been searching nothing but incest videos since we started."

(Jessica)

The son in the video is really giving it to his mom now. Fuck, this is hot. "Take your boxers off, Dylan." I let go of him and feel him shift behind me to get naked, then his warm body presses against me as his now free erection returns to my hand to continue being jerked off. The video ends with the son cumming on his mom's little breasts. "Pick another one."

(Dylan)

I start scrolling through the thumbnails. "See any you like?"

(Jessica)

"That one."

(Dylan)

I stop on a 40-minute video with the title of, "Son tries to get his mom pregnant."

(Jessica)

"Yeah, that. Play it." Dylan ***********s it and it starts with a camera in the corner of a bedroom with the mom and son sitting naked on the bed. The son looks to be younger than Dylan and the mom a couple of years older than I am. Both have light brown curly hair. The mom has big breasts that aren't very firm and a bit of a gut. Her face isn't great, either. But I can tell she's attractive to her son as he begins groping her. "This is beautiful."

(Dylan)

I reach over Mom's shoulder and start touching her right breast as she continues jerking me off by reaching behind herself with her right hand. We sensually touch each other as we watch incest porn together. Then the mom in the video lies on her stomach as her son leans back and supports himself with his hands, pointing his penis at his mom's mouth. Then she sucks it between her lips and starts going forward and back with her head.

(Jessica)

"Let's do it with them." I turn to lie on my stomach and Dylan leans back, pointing his big erection at me. I eagerly push forward and wrap my lips around the bulbous head and start letting it slide in and out of my mouth. The kid's penis in the video is much smaller than my son's, probably only about 5 inches versus Dylan's 8+ inches. The mom in the video and I blow our sons at a matching pace, slowly and lovingly. Dylan places his right hand on my head as I watch the TV for our next move. The blowjob goes on for probably 5 minutes or so. Then the Mom pulls her mouth back and asks her son how he wants her. He tells her to get on her back, so she and I both get on our backs and our boys enter our pussies together.

(Dylan)

Mom moans as I push into her and pull out repeatedly. I match the speed of the kid on the video, slow and measured. I want to go fast, but going slow is surprisingly enjoyable and seemingly allows for a more personal connection. The woman in the video lies motionless, letting her son do all the work. But Mom can't help herself and grinds back into me with an already slippery pussy.

(Jessica)

"Ooooh, baby. Make love to me." Dylan's big dick continues gliding in and out in a caring manner. I lick my lips and push back into him while letting a moan escape every once in a while. This isn't just sex. This is true love being conveyed physically between mother and son. I reach up and stroke his right cheek with my left hand, then rest my arms above my head as he continues to carefully and deeply penetrate my womb.

(Dylan)

Mom looks beautiful beneath me in this lighting. Of course, she always looks beautiful. I'm so fortunate to have a sexy mother like her instead of like the one in the video. Mom has her eyes closed with an open mouth as she moans in ecstasy. I reach my right hand down and trace my thumb along her open lips. She shoots her tongue out to give my thumb a soft lick, then withdraws it. I glide my hand down to find her hardened left nipple and circle it with my moist thumb. Mom opens her eyes to look up at me. She lazily smiles, then closes her eyes again and enjoys the moment.

(Trevor)

I wake up confused to an empty bed at 2:46 AM. At first, I think I'm still in the hotel. Then, I collect myself and realize I'm at home. Where's Jess? I look at our bathroom, but the door is open and it's pitch black inside. I roll out of bed in just my underwear and head downstairs. I check the office and family room, nothing. I scuffle into the kitchen and don't see her. What the hell, did she go somewhere? At this moment, I notice the basement door's open. Is Dylan okay? What is going on around here?

(Jessica)

The couple in the video transition to doggystyle, so Dylan and I follow suit. Again, we match their pace. It's a little quicker in this position and Dylan notices.

(Dylan)

Yes! They're going a little faster in the video, so I pick up my speed a bit. We're still not going hard and fast, but it is enough to start making slapping sounds against each other as I continue carefully penetrating my mother.

(Trevor)

Slapping sounds and moaning are coming from the basement. Does Dylan have a girl over? I slowly begin descending the stairs and make sure I don't make the stairs creak. I get a few steps down and peek around the corner so I don't have to go down any more. The entire basement is filled with a soft and dim light coming from his TV. I'm surprised to see porn on his TV. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since he's 18 and that's normal. The video is of a young kid and large old woman who is not attractive. Okay. Odd choice of video. Then I look across the basement at Dylan's bed and sure enough, he's going in and out of a girl in doggystyle.

Who is the girl? She looks a little thicker, but her body is very sexy. Good for Dylan. At this angle and with this lighting, I can't tell who it is. He's riding her good, though, so I'm going to get out of here and give him some privacy.

(Dylan)

"I love you, Mom."

(Trevor)

...

(Jessica)

"I love you so much, Dylan."

(Trevor)

What? Then, the girl looks back over her left shoulder at Dylan. It's Jess. My wife is fucking our son. I'm in shock and my knees buckle. I sit on the step to prevent myself from falling down the stairs.

(Jessica)

"Keep riding me, baby. Your cock feels so good deep inside of me."

(Dylan)

"Keep pushing back into me like that." The mom and son in the video pick up their pace, so we do too.

(Trevor)

The slapping sounds grow louder as I watch my son drive his unprotected cock into my wife, his own mother. They have a consistent rhythm going, like they've done this before. Have they done this before? Why is this happening? I know Jess and I are having a dry spell, but for fuck's sake. That doesn't mean you start sleeping with your son. I don't know what to do. Should I run down and say something? What do I even say? As I try to mentally process this, I can't help but to feel my own penis getting bigger. Am I actually getting an erection from this? What kind of sick twisted fuck would get turned on by watching his wife and and their son have sex?

(Jessica)

The son and mom in the video change positions again as he lies on his back and she climbs on top of him. Again, we follow their lead. Dylan lies on his back and I lean down to French kiss him. Then I pull up, position my open pussy over his erection, and slide myself down onto his pole. "Aaaaaaahhhh yeah, Dylan. Push your dick DEEP in my pussy."

(Dylan)

Mom starts bouncing up and down on me, using my dick for her own enjoyment. Her big tits swing all around, then she starts repeatedly slamming down onto me. The slapping sounds are loud and ringing through the basement. Luckily, the door keeps most of the noise from escaping and Dad's asleep.

(Trevor)

I watch as my wife passionately pounds herself onto our son's big steel rod. They're now angled where I can see both of them clearly. Meanwhile, my erection runs out of room in my underwear, so I open the front hole and pull it out. I immediately start masturbating, I can't help myself. I feel ashamed. At the same time, I'm incredibly horny and turned on by watching my voluptuous wife get used by another penis, even if it's our son's. For whatever reason, I haven't looked at Jess this way in a while. She's incredibly sexy and I somehow forgot. She starts grinding into him and I can see the expression of lust on her face. She craves our son's cock and I can't blame him for giving it to her.

(Jessica)

"Does this feel good?"

(Dylan)

"Fuck yeah, Mom. I can't wait to cum in you again."

(Trevor)

Again? That answers the question of if they've done this before. I now feel unworthy of my wife's sexuality as I continue watching from the shadows and pleasuring myself. I find myself internally rooting Dylan on. I want to see him fuck his mother harder and deeper. Then, he does. Jess starts wildly bouncing on our son's dick with her beautiful giant tits flipping all over the place. Dylan smacks her big ass and thrusts harder into her. I see my wife smile as she gets fucked hard by our son. Come on, fuck each other. I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

(Dylan)

"I'm going to cum soon, Mom." I continue scraping against her vaginal walls as deep as I can shove myself inside.

(Jessica)

"God yes. Me too. Fucking cum in my pussy and get me pregnant."

(Trevor)

Get her pregnant? That does it. I can't hold back any longer and feel the familiar tingle at the tip of my cock. I quickly shove myself back into my underwear just in time and explode semen all over the inside of the cotton. I haven't felt an orgasm this powerful in years. And what created it was watching my wife try to get pregnant by our son. Wow. I shoot a few strong ropes inside my underwear and cup myself with my hand because it's come through the cotton and I don't want it hitting the stairs. As I finish spraying, I hear and watch Jess writhe on our naked son for her own orgasm.

(Jessica)

'I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cummMING, I'M CUMMING!!! AAAAAHHHH YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!! Fuck me deep Dylan!!! God damn it! Keep shoving your fat cock up me!"

(Dylan)

Mom's cream creates a slick path for my rod to use her birthing hole fast and deep. As she cums on me, I continue driving into her and smacking my cock head into her g-spot. Hitting the barrier makes me want to cum even more. She keeps slamming down onto me with loud smacks as she places both of her hands on my chest.

(Jessica)

"Come on, Dylan. Unload your big balls in me."

(Trevor)

Come on, Dylan.

(Dylan)

"Here it comes. Here it cooOOOMES!!!" I spray load after load into Mom's pussy with the intention of impregnating her.

(Jessica)

My son's hot cum splashes deep in my womb. I feel my insides soaking it up. "Yes, baby. Breed your mother. Breed me. Breed me." I keep riding him while still feeling myself fill up with his incestuous semen. "Give me an incest baby."

(Trevor)

This is so dirty and I still can't believe what's happening. My wife continues to ride our son's cock, trying to get as much sperm out from him as she can.

(Jessica)

"Pump your seed into your mother's womb. Pump it."

(Dylan)

I push all I can into Mom's dripping vagina. This was undoubtedly a massive load I just deposited into her.

(Jessica)

"Good boy, Dylan. FUCK that was great." I stay seated on my son's mating tool for another minute or two. "I'm going to get some pregnancy tests from the grocery tomorrow. It'll probably take a while before I get pregnant, but working to make it happen in the meantime is the fun part. So I'm not in a rush." My cunt is absolutely dripping with seminal fluid and vaginal discharge. I roll off my son and suck him into my mouth.

(Dylan)

"Yeah, clean that cock with your tongue."

(Trevor)

Wow. Jess is an incestuous slut trying to get knocked up by her own son. And now she's sucking him dry. Unreal. My sticky underwear is a mess and I don't want to be caught, so I quietly stand up and leave the basement to the sounds of my wife slurping on our son's cock and porn in the background. I head back upstairs, throw my ruined underwear in the trash, and wash my hands. I get back in bed naked and lie silently.

(Jessica)

I wrap my tongue around my son's dick and slide it up and down to clean our juices off of it. I also slurp and suck anything my tongue didn't pull off. "Is that level of cleanliness satisfactory for your cock, my son?"

(Dylan)

I look down and watch Mom slide her long wet tongue all over my big hard shaft. "I think so. Thank you." Our mouths meet and we deeply kiss each other before Mom rolls off my bed and picks up her robe.

(Jessica)

"Thank you for the booty call, sexy. Now go to bed."

(Dylan)

She smiles as she walks off and goes upstairs. God, I love my woman.

(Jessica)

Shit, I never closed the door. Luckily, Trevor never came down. I go back upstairs and crawl into bed naked with my son's sperm swimming around inside of me, looking to find a home. Trevor is still asleep, so I close my eyes and my brain shuts off. I easily fall back to sleep in a completely relaxed state.

(Trevor)

Jess falls to sleep almost immediately. But I'm left so mentally fucked by what just happened. Now what?

I wake up at 7:13 AM with Jess still asleep beside me. I go into the bathroom and use the toilet as a seat, sitting on the closed lid. I stare into nothingness as I recall what I witnessed a few hours ago. What am I supposed to do? Divorce? Call the cops? I love this woman, I really do. Is she doing this because we haven't had an exciting sex life lately? Is this my fault? Even if I drove her to an affair, isn't there anybody else she could do it with other than our SON?! Is he a victim? The way he was fucking her sure didn't make him look like a victim. And are they really trying to have their own baby? Am I the only one in this house who sees everything wrong with that?

And after all of those questions, I come back to maybe the most troublesome one of all. Did I enjoy watching my wife and our son have sex? Why did I get an erection and masturbate? The lack of control and demeaning feeling did something for me. Watching Jess from afar get sexually used by someone else, even our son, without her knowing I was there aroused me for some reason. I feel like a little bitch because of it, but I'm getting horny just thinking about it right now. My sex drive has been non-existent for a couple of months, no idea why. But NOW? Seeing Jess and Dylan together has the blood flowing again. I'm so confused.

(Knock, knock)

(Jessica)

"Trev, you in there?"

(Trevor)

"Yeah. Do you need to use the bathroom?"

(Jessica)

"Yes, please."

(Trevor)

I get off the toilet and open the door to see my wife in her robe. "All yours."

(Jessica)

"Thanks. Are you okay?"

(Trevor)

"Yeah, just starting my day. I'll finish up in the half bath downstairs."

I grab my toothbrush and leave the bathroom with Jess closing the door behind me. I go downstairs to brush my teeth and log onto my computer to somehow start working. I don't know how I'll concentrate on that. I reach the bottom of the stairs and run into Dylan coming around the corner carrying a bowl of cereal to the family room.

(Dylan)

"Hey, Dad."

(Trevor)

"Morning." Trevor has on a t-shirt and pair of shorts. I instinctively and unnoticeably look down at his crotch and see a bulge behind the fabric. That motherfucker. Just how big is his dick?

(Dylan)

Did Dad just look at my dick?

(Trevor)

"How are you doing? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?" I see him crack a smile.

(Dylan)

Did anything exciting happen? Ha! "Not really, no. Same ol'."

(Trevor)

I nod and continue to the half bathroom to finish my morning routine. 5 minutes later, I come out to grab coffee and head into my office. A few seconds later, Jess comes bouncing down the stairs with tight booty shorts, a tight red t-shirt, and ponytail. Her breasts bounce freely like she doesn't have a bra on. Shit, she really is beautiful and does have an amazing body.

I look at my computer to read an e-mail, then look up to see Dylan through my doorway on the couch rubbing his mother's ass. I feel my dick twitch, then see her walk away from him. She's heading toward me, so I look at my computer again. She reaches my doorway, so I look at her. She's definitely not wearing a bra because her nipples are poking through the lightweight material of her shirt like rocks under a tissue. "Are you going into work late?"

(Jessica)

"No, I took today and tomorrow off work. I needed a mental break."

(Trevor)

The two days I was supposed to be gone. Am I taking time away from her and Dylan by being here? "That's nice. Doing anything fun?"

(Jessica)

"No, just relaxing."

(Trevor)

Just now, an idea popped into my head. "I think I might go to the movie later since my meetings got cancelled today and tomorrow. I'll probably be able to stop work at about noon today." With that announcement, I see her physically perk up and look excited.

(Jessica)

Yes, please go away! "That's great! Some time to yourself should be nice."

(Trevor)

"Agreed. I checked showtimes and there are a few options starting between 1:00 and 1:25, so that fits my schedule perfectly."

(Jessica)

"Cool. Well, I'm heading out to the grocery to get a few things that we need. I'll be back in a bit."

(Trevor)

I give a thumb up and watch her walk away into the kitchen. She grabs her purse and keys off the island and yells over to Dylan.

(Jessica)

"Baby, I'm going to the grocery."

(Trevor)

I see her wink her left eye at Dylan and he smiles. I'm not sure why.

(Dylan)

Mom looks so sexy right now in her tight clothes with a ponytail, giving off the hot girl next door vibe. I wish I could strip her naked this second. But I have to wait for my next chance, so I instead watch her ass as she walks away to the garage.

(Trevor)

At about 10:30, Jess comes back with the groceries. I wander to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and look over at the counter occupied by brown paper bags. Out of the top of one, I see the corner of a purple box peeking out. Upon further examination, I see the words, "6 Tests/Fast Results." Pregnancy tests. They were apparently very serious when they mentioned getting pregnant. I can see another box behind that one for a total of 12 tests. Wow.

(Jessica)

After putting away the groceries, I grab my pregnancy tests and discretely head upstairs while Trevor continues working. I go into our bedroom and put the boxes in my bedside table for future use. The thought of getting pregnant again both scares and excites me. I'm 38 years old, so I'm at a higher risk of having complications. That's terrifying. On the other hand, I am all-in on having a child with my son. It's very exciting just thinking about sharing that experience with him. After stashing my boxes, I go back downstairs with a book to relax with until Trevor leaves. Dylan is still on the couch watching a movie, so I lay my legs across his lap and get comfortable.

(Dylan)

Mom lies down on the couch with a book and puts her legs across my lap. Her shorts are so short that she might as well have nothing on. I place both of my hands on her shins and start rubbing. Her skin is perfectly smooth and silky soft. Knowing Dad can't see my hands from where he's sitting, I run my left hand up to her exposed thigh and squeeze. I look over at Mom's face and she's smirking with an open mouth and left eyebrow raised as she looks at me. Then she pulls her shirt over her left breast, holds it up to her mouth, and starts licking her own nipple. What a woman.

(Trevor)

I look into the family room from my office and see Dylan sitting still, looking to his left where Jess is. I can't see her because she's lying down. I'm certain something is going on, I just don't know what.

(Jessica)

An hour of Dylan rubbing his hands up and down my legs while I read my book goes by. At about 11:45, I hear Trevor moving around in his office. I pull my legs off of Dylan and bend them at the knees.

(Trevor)

It's 11:48 AM and time to enact my plan. I open the top drawer of my desk and pull my audio recorder out. This thing has saved me a few times in my career when I recorded meetings at work and played them back later to catch things I overlooked during the meetings. I'm not sure how far away the microphone will pick up audio from, but it's worth a shot. I set it on the front corner of my desk next to a couple of folders so it looks inconspicious. Then I go to the family room to find Dylan watching TV and Jess reading her book. "Hey. I'm going to leave in a few minutes to see a movie. I should be back at about 4:00. Text me me if you need anything while I'm out."

(Jessica and Dylan)

"Okay. Have fun."

(Trevor)

"You too." I go to the bathroom and come out a few minutes later. Neither has moved at all. I go back into the office to grab my keys, then press the record button on the recorder. I wave to both as I walk by them on my way to the garage, but neither acknowledges me. It's like I'm invisible and they can't wait for me to be gone. I get in my car and pull out.

(Jessica)

"Wait 5 minutes, just in case he forgot something and comes back in." Dylan's already rubbing himself.

(Trevor)

What do I expect to catch on my recorder? Do I or do I not want to catch something? And if I do, then what? My mind races with images of them having sex this morning the whole time on my 15-minute drive to the theater. When I arrive, I have a raging hard-on and have to wait in the car before I head in.

(Jessica)

I can't contain the huge grin on my face 5 minutes after Trevor has left. Dylan is looking at me with the same exact expression. Like mother, like son. "You've been rubbing that thing for 5 minutes. Why don't you set it free, then help me out of my shorts?"

(Dylan)

I pull my shorts off and my erection springs up. I get on my knees on the floor and shuffle over to Mom. She unzips her shorts and lifts her butt up so I can pull. I tug the shorts down to her ankles and she pulls her feet out of the leg holes. Then I pull her hips toward me as she opens her legs and pulls my face into her welcoming snatch with her left hand. The warmth on my face is comforting. I start flicking my tongue in and out of her and she puts her hands behind her head to watch me work. She moans loudly.

(Jessica)

This is the life. I get to lie out on the comfy couch with my son burying his face into my pussy. I'm going to relax here and let him serve me. "Suck on my clit."

(Dylan)

I find Mom's clit and suck while rolling my tongue around it. Then, I put my right pointer finger in the center of her vagina and push in.

(Jessica)

"Ooooh, that's it. Finger me too. Yes!" Dylan's tongue is working my exterior while his finger massages my interior. This is really good. After a few minutes, I see him pull his finger out to put it and his middle finger in his mouth. He sucks on both for a few seconds before returning his hand to my opening and pushing in. This time, two fingers enter. "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh. Yeeeah. Did Mama's pussy taste good?"

(Dylan)

I pull my mouth away for a brief moment. "So fucking good." I see her smile, then I dive back in and continue sucking and licking. Mom's flavor is sweet and very addictive. I can't get enough of it. My erection is throbbing at this point, so I start stroking it with my left hand as I continue the wet assault with my right hand and mouth.

(Jessica)

"Are you masturbating?"

(Dylan)

"Mmm-hmmm."

(Jessica)

"Let me see." Dylan sits back and I lean over to see his left hand working his cock. Then he replaces his left hand with his right so my juices lubricate it as he continues jerking. His dick looks so big, even in his larger hands. I push my left pointer and middle fingers into my cunt and we watch each other masturbate. I bite my lower lip because I want my son to feed his cock into my mouth, but I also want to watch him pleasure himself.

We watch each other for a few minutes until I can't wait any longer. "Get your dick in me." Still on his knees, Dylan shuffles over with his meat pointed straight ahead. I slide my pelvis slightly off the edge of the couch and meet his warm tip. Because I'm already wet, he slides in with ease. "YES, Dylan! Fuck me good."

(Dylan)

Mom's pussy hanging over the edge of the couch was presented in such an inviting way, like how a mother hugs her child when she's happy to see them after a long day at work. Her cunt is craving her son's affection and I'm more than happy to provide it.

(Trevor)

With my erection finally mostly gone, I walk into the theater wondering what's happening at home. As I'm handed my ticket, I'm curious if my wife and son are having sex at this moment. Will the recorder reveal anything?

(Dylan)

I'm slipping in and out with ease. If Mom does get pregnant and has a natural birth, is this pussy not going to be tight like this anymore? That'd be a shame. But I can't worry about that right now. Right now, I just want to fuck this warm hole of hers.

(Jessica)

"Oh God, baby. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming! Don't STOP! DON'T STOP! AHHHHHHHHHH!"

(Dylan)

Mom's thick legs shake and she grabs the couch cushions as she yells in ecstasy. Her nipples look like they're hard enough to rip through her shirt as she throws her head back and grinds her pelvis onto me. My entries and exits are now effortless. My cock is coated with the slickest thick lube from my mother's vagina and I take full advantage of it. I drive fast and deep into her. She's slipped off the couch a little more, so I'm banging against her jiggling ass cheeks every time I throw myself into her. Her legs are hanging around my waist and she puts her arms around my neck. She stares deeply into my eyes and smiles.

(Jessica)

"Come on, baby. Give Mommy that cum. Fill me up." Dylan is giving me the ride of my life as I hang halfway off the couch. Every time he pushes up, my tits almost smack me in the face. He's gripping my hips tight, almost painfully so. Then I see him tense up and the muscles in his upper body constrict. God damn, he's sexy. "Yes, give it to me!" Then he shoves himself as deep inside of my body as he can and spills his semen into me as he growls. I feel bursts of warm fluid shoot into me. The feeling of my son potentially impregnating me is more satisfying than any drug could ever be. I hold his face and we look at each other as he continues pushing into me. His eyebrows raise and his mouth hangs slightly open. I smile and nod as I keep receiving his seed. He pumps a couple of more times, then I pull his face into mine for a gentle kiss with my tongue. Animalistic fucking is great and has its times, but this is different. This is making love with a soulmate. This type of sex is special. "Hold it in for a minute. We don't want any to spill out."

(Dylan)

Each time I cum in Mom, it somehow feels better than the previous time. And I swear, somehow, every load I put in her is bigger than the last. Does my body somehow know I'm trying to breed a woman, so it produces more jizz? I stay inside of Mom for a minute, then slowly pull out. Only a little bit of cum escapes her hole and I push it in with my fingers.

(Jessica)

"That feels really good. You could just finger fuck me the rest of the day if you'd like." Dylan laughs as he continues carefully pushing escaped sperm back into me. After a minute or so, he pulls away and stands up. His big dick is shiny with our fluids and hanging down about 1/3 of the way to his knee.

(Dylan)

"I have to pee."

(Jessica)

"What time is it?"

(Dylan)

"12:25."

(Jessica)

"Want some lunch, then another round before your dad gets home?"

(Dylan)

"Yes for lunch. Definitely yes for another round."

(Jessica)

"Okay, good. Go piss."

(Trevor)

As the movie finishes, it's 3:40. I text Jessica to let her know I'm on my way home. After 15 minutes of driving, I pull into our garage and go in the house. It's very quiet inside. I walk to the office and turn off the recorder. Then I go upstairs to find our bedroom door shut. I slowly open it to find Jessica asleep naked face-up on top of the sheets. So I quietly close the door and go back downstairs. I open the basement door to more silence. I carefully descend a few steps and pop my head around the corner to find Dylan also asleep naked face-up on top of his sheets. So...they're both naked. I get a good look at Dylan's penis for the first time and even flaccid, it's impressive. It's very thick and probably about 4 or 5 inches. Shit.

I quietly go back up and close the basement door. Then I quickly go to my office, connect earbuds to the recorder and put them in my ears, and push the play button after opening the file. I hear my keys jingling as I leave the house. A minute later, I hear Jess say something. I turn the volume all the way up and skip back 10 seconds to hear what she said.

***Jess: Wait 5 minutes, just in case he forgot something and comes back in.

I impatiently wait 5 minutes, just to make sure nothing was said in between. 5 minutes later, I hear Jess again.

***Jess: You've been rubbing that thing for 5 minutes. Why don't you set it free, then help me out of my shorts?

Oh shit. Literally 5 minutes after I leave? Then I hear her moan.

***Jess: Suck on my clit. Ooooh, that's it. Finger me too. Yes! Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh. Yeeeah. Did Mama's pussy taste good?

Jesus Christ. I'm listening to my son eat his mother's pussy.

***Dylan: So fucking good.

***Jess: Are you masturbating?

I can barely hear Dylan respond.

***Jess: Let me see.

This is crazy shit. I don't even know what to think. A few minutes of silence go by, then I hear Jess again.

***Jess: Get your dick in me. YES, Dylan! Fuck me good.

I hear the faint sound of skin smacking together. I'm starting to get an erection again, so I unzip my pants, pull my dick out, and lightly stroke myself to the sound of my wife and son having sex.

***Jess: Oh God, baby. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming! Don't STOP! DON'T STOP! AHHHHHHHHHH!

I start gripping my erection harder as the slapping sounds grow faster and louder. I can tell Dylan's really plowing into her now.

***Jess: Come on, baby. Give Mommy that cum. Fill me up. Yes, give it to me!

A few seconds later, I hear Dylan growl and Jess gasp. He's fucking cumming in her, I can tell. I'm so horny at this moment. A few seconds pass.

***Jess: Hold it in for a minute. We don't want any to spill out.

Another minute of silence.

***Jess: That feels really good. You could just finger fuck me the rest of the day if you'd like.

Dylan laughs, mentions having to pee, the there's a discussion about lunch and having another round of sex before I get back. I just heard my son eat my wife's pussy, the two of them masturbate, my wife cumming on my son's big cock, and my son cumming in my wife's vagina. Holy shit.

I skip ahead an hour and hear nothing. They must be eating. I skip ahead another hour and hear them talking.

***Jess: What do you say? 5 more minutes? I don't want to wait too long.

***Dylan: Yeah, 5 is good. Where do you want to go?

***Jess: How about up to bed?

MY bed?

***Dylan: I like it.

I skip ahead 4 minutes and hear them putting their dishes in the sink. Then their footsteps on the hardwood floor get closer to the recorder and stop.

***Jess: How about I drop to my knees for you right here?

They must be right outside the office at the bottom of the stairs. They sound like they're talking directly into the recorder.

***Dylan: You want me to feed you my cock, Mom?

***Jess: Yes, sweetie. Feed me your big fucking cock.

I hear her knees hit the floor, then a moan from a filled mouth. Dylan has his dick in his mother's mouth. I start stroking my erection again at the sound of a wet blowjob. The sound of Dylan going in and out of her mouth is obvious. It sounds like her mouth is wide open as she receives him and breathes around it. Then slurping sounds come and I hear spit splatter on the hardwood floor. He's plunging in and out now. He must be pushing deep in her mouth.

***Dylan: Yes, Mom. I feel your throat.

Wow, she's deepthroating him. I look to the floor for evidence of this and find none. No wet spots can be seen. They must have cleaned up after. I hear Jess breathing heavily from her nose as the wet plunging continues. This is beyond sexy. I can imagine how it looked and just wish I could have seen it as it happened.

***Dylan: I love your mouth, Mom.

***Jess: Mmmmmmmm.

After a few more minutes, I hear a big splash of spit hit the floor, then Jess invites Dylan up.

***Jess: Ready to take that big cock upstairs?

***Dylan: Hell yes.

A couple of minutes later, I hear them both laugh from our bedroom. They're too far away now, I can't hear what they're saying. Soon after the laugh, I hear Dylan spank Jess and her yelp. Then again, and again. Then the familiar sound of skin smacking together carries downstairs. My son controls my wife sexually in a way I never have, and she loves it. I feel even more ashamed and unworthy than before. My son is a better lover to my wife than I've ever been. She's finally getting what she wants and deserves. I begin masturbating faster. This goes on for about 5 minutes before I hear another voice.

***Jess: Fucking ride me, baby!

Dylan spanks his mom again and she grunts loudly.

***Jess: Again!

He spanks her again as the volume of their pelvises smacking together grows louder. I'm now tugging myself hard as I imagine what they look like together. Then Jess screams out in joy.

***Jess: FUCK YES! Take my cum, you motherfucker! AaaAAAGGGHHH!!!

She's wailing like I've never heard before. The sound of sex then abruptly stops. What are they doing, kissing? A minute later, I can hear them fucking again. This time, faster and harder. This goes for about 10 minutes with varying degrees of speed and force. I can hear moans, grunts, and gasps. Then, I hear Jess again.

***Jess: Ohhhhhhhh God! Fuck! Don't stop! Harder! HARDER!

I can hear the bedsprings squeaking and wood headboard smacking the wall violently. The force Dylan was fucking his mother with based on the audio, I'm surprised the bed didn't break.

***Jess: Ride me! Fucking give it to me!

Dylan spanks her fat ass again with a crack and Jess screams in pain or pleasure, I'm not sure which. Then I hear Dylan.

***Dylan: Fuck, Mom! I'm about to cum in you again!

He lets out a guttural growl and smacks her ass again. Jess is screaming out her own orgasm at the same time. I race to the half bathroom with my leaking erection in hand and get on the toilet just in time to pump my cum into it while listening to the headboard hit the wall eight more times with a second between each hit along with Jess grunting each time, surely from Dylan slamming his sperm deep into her. I shoot three big loads of my own into the toilet and keep rapidly jerking to make sure I get it all out. It's no wonder they were both exhausted and fell asleep.

I wipe myself off and flush as I listen to their heavy breathing. I can hear them talking at a lower volume again, so I can't hear the words. That goes for about 10 minutes, then I hear them going down the stairs. When they reach the bottom, Jess talks.

***Jess: Kiss me.

I hear what sounds like a sloppy kiss for about 30 seconds. Then Jess talks again.

***Jess: I'm going to clean up this spit on the floor. 11:00 tonight, your bed?

***Dylan: Yep, as long as he's asleep. I can't wait.

Jess clicks her tongue and that's the last voice captured. They must have gone to sleep soon after. I turn off the recorder and return it to my desk drawer along with the earbuds. I'm glad I set that to record before I left. Listening to that was one of the most perverse experiences of my life. Maybe even more perverse than seeing them fuck in the middle of the night. One thing's for sure, I'll be around at 11:00 to watch. This time, I won't be caught off guard and will get to enjoy it 100%.

(Jessica)

I wake up from my nap a couple of hours after getting drilled by Dylan in this bed. My son is as obsessed with sex as I am. It's great having a partner with a matching libido who I know will take what he wants and let me go crazy on him. I check my phone and see a text from Trevor at 3:40 letting me know he was on his way home. I was already asleep by then. My bedroom door is still closed, so he must be downstairs and left me alone when he came home. I roll out of bed sexually happy, but still hungry for more. I put on a conservative cotton bathrobe for the rest of the evening and head downstairs. Dylan and I arranged for some more time together at 11:00 tonight since I'm sure Trevor will be asleep for the night by then. I can't wait to have my son to myself again.

(Trevor)

By 6:00, all three of us are up and moving around. I need to be careful to hide the fact that I'm onto them. At 6:30, we all sit at the dining room table and eat. There isn't a lot of discussion as we all try to not reveal our secrets. I'm at the head of the table while Jess is to my left and Dylan sits across from her. Throughout the duration of the meal, I see the two of them share quick glances with each other as if they have their own silent language.

(Dylan)

With Dad sitting right next to us, Mom and I make an effort to act normal. But as I look across the table, I see the top of her cleavage peeking out of her bathrobe. I need to restrain myself from climbing over the table and burying my face into it. What I wouldn't do to make Dad go away right now.

(Jessica)

Dylan and I share a ravenous energy across the table while we eat dinner. We can both see it in our eyes, neither of us wants to wait another 4+ hours to rip the other's clothes off. But we have to. With Dylan's dad with us, we're stuck in mom/son mode. We finish dinner a little after 7:00 and all go into the family room for our favorite weekly game show that starts at 7:30. We've made it a family event during the week for the past couple of years. It's always a fun 30 minutes.

(Trevor)

I sit in one of the armchairs in the family room, Trevor sits on the couch in front of the TV, and Jess sits in the other armchair on the other side of the couch. Dylan looks at his phone for about 15 minutes while Jess and I talk about my job since I've gotten busier lately. At 7:25, she offers to get us drinks from the kitchen before the show starts. Dylan and I accept her offer, so she gets up and crosses between us. As she walks behind me m, I see Dylan track her and squint his eyes.

(Dylan)

Just like when she wore her dress and walked in front of me a few nights ago, I can see Mom's ass moving under that robe with each step. I wish she'd back it up and set it on my face.

(Jess)

I throw Dylan a water bottle from the fridge and return to the family room with a glass of wine in each hand. I hand one to Trevor and return to my seat. But I sit down at a particular angle where only Dylan can see from the couch what I want to show. I hold my glass and raise my left leg so my foot is on the chair with a bent knee. The bottom half of the robe opens so my vagina is fully exposed to my son's eyes. He notices.

(Dylan)

Mom just opened her legs so the robe reveals her sweet pussy. Can Dad see this? I look over at him, but he's staring at the TV like an oblivious idiot. I return my gaze to Mom's crotch and see her slip her left hand down onto it as she continues watching TV and holding a glass in her right hand. Then she starts slowly rubbing herself. My brain momentarily forgets that I have to act natural, so I snap my head back to watch the TV and continue cornering my eye over at Mom to my right.

(Trevor)

I notice that Jess put her left leg up on the chair and is probably giving Dylan a show at that angle. I can't see what he sees and can only assume. It's obvious something's going on, though. If I wasn't already aware of their affair, I'd probably think nothing of it. But by knowing they're lovers, I can't unsee their flirtatious interactions.

(Dylan)

Five minutes into the show, Mom slides her pointer finger into herself without breaking her eyes from the TV. What a tease. Then she starts slowly going in and out, fingering herself in front of me and Dad for my benefit.

(Jessica)

I can feel Dylan checking me out, so I keep fingering myself slowly. I don't want to go any faster and make noise. Doing this in front of my clueless husband turns me on more than usual. He keeps watching TV. Trevor solves the first word puzzle and the show goes to a commercial break. I continue fingering myself through it.

(Dylan)

Mom keeps going in and out of herself through the second word puzzle, which Dad solves since he's the only one in the room who cares about it tonight. At the end of it, she pulls her finger out and uses it to trace around the top of her glass. Then she puts the glass to her lips and drinks. Surely, she's tasting herself along with the wine. Then she closes her legs and leans over to place her glass on the coffee table.

(Trevor)

As Jess leans to reach the coffee table, I can see down her robe and notice her massive breasts resting comfortably. I'd love to put one in my mouth right now, then remember Dylan will have that opportunity later and feel a wave of jealousy. She's exuding sexuality without even trying. Then she sits back for the rest of the show.

(Jessica)

The show ends and Trevor has won between the three of us. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower." I need to prep myself for Dylan tonight. I have a look in mind that I think he'll like. I get up as Dylan and Trevor both watch me walk across the family room, then leave them behind to go upstairs.

(Dylan)

"I guess I'll go hang out downstairs for a while. See you later, Dad."

(Trevor)

"See you later." I turn off the TV and go into my office to kill some time.

(Jessica)

I step out of the shower at about 8:30 with a freshly shaved pussy and legs. I'm about as smooth as can be. I style my hair into double Dutch braided pigtails, which takes about 15 minutes. I put on a pair of gray tight yoga shorts and a white cap sleeve midriff shirt that reveals a few inches of my stomach. I do a half turn in the bathroom mirror and feel good about how my booty looks in these shorts. I give it a quick smack with my left hand and watch the jiggle, then bounce down the stairs braless to find Trevor in his office. I spread my arms and press my hands against the door frame. "Hey, whatcha doin'?"

(Trevor)

I look up to see Jess in the doorway looking sexy as fuck. Her dark hair is in braided pigtails and she's not wearing any makeup. Her tight shirt is creating a fold under her breasts, really expressing them. Her exposed stomach and hourglass hips lead my eyes to her shorts which look skin tight and don't leave much to the imagination. Wow, gorgeous. "Damn, you look hot."

(Jessica)

I'm taken aback because Trevor hasn't shown any sexual interest in me for a couple of months. This look is what caught his attention? Too bad for him because I'm already reserved for the night. "Really?"

(Trevor)

I chuckle. "Yeah. REALLY hot." She smiles and twists her hips to the side so I can see her ass sticking out. "You aren't trying?"

(Jessica)

Not for you, dude. "Nope. I just threw on some comfy clothes and got my hair out of my eyes. But thank you."

(Trevor)

"What are you up to?"

(Jessica)

"Not much. About to do some laundry. You?"

(Trevor)

"Replying to work e-mails. I'm getting tired, though. So I'll probably get ready for bed once I finish these up."

(Jessica)

Ah, there it is. Again, he doesn't even try to initiate anything physical with me. He just told me I look hot, so why wouldn't he make a move? It's as if he's completely forgotten how a romantic relationship works. "How long do you think that'll be?"

(Trevor)

"Probably about an hour."

(Jessica)

"Okay. Tell me good night before you go to bed." I turn around and walk away to the laundry room. I grab my phone off the kitchen island and text Dylan.

8:52 PM

Me: You still awake down there?

8:52 PM

Dylan: Yeah. Is Dad?

8:53 PM

Me: Unfortunately. He'll probably be in bed by 9:45 or 10:00, though. Want to bump our date up to 10:30?

8:53 PM

Dylan: Sure. The sooner I get you again the better. What are you wearing?

I strike a pose in the laundry room and take a selfie at an angle above myself which includes a look at my shorts and the ability to see down my shirt a bit. Dylan replies about 30 seconds later.

8:55 PM

Dylan: Fucking hot.

8:55 PM

Me: What are you wearing?

8:55 PM

Dylan: Just some boxers.

8:56 PM

Me: No shirt?

8:56 PM

Dylan: Nope.

8:56 PM

Me: Mmm. That's a good look on you.

8:57 PM

Dylan: :)

8:57 PM

Me: i'm going to do some laundry and wait for your dad to go to bed. See you at 10:30, sexy.

8:58 PM

Dylan: Can't wait.

I turn on some 80s music and get started on laundry.

(Trevor)

It's 9:58 and I close my laptop. I leave the office and look for my wife. I hear her rummaging around upstairs, so I head up. I reach our doorway and find Jess bending over putting clothes in a drawer. Her shorts are riding up so that her butt cheeks are partially hanging out at the bottom. She has a great looking butt. Full, round, soft, but firm if she wants it to be. I want to touch it, but know she's not dressed this way for me. So I hold back and announce my presence. "Hey. I finished work and am dead tired. I'm going to get ready for bed."

(Jessica)

"Sounds good. Thanks for letting me know. I'll be out of here by the time you finish in the bathroom, so good night."

(Trevor)

"Love you. Good night." I'm so jealous of my son, knowing he'll be undressing my hot wife not long from now and feeling her how I want to feel her right now. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. As she said would be the case, Jess has abandoned the bedroom by the time I return. I get under the sheets wearing only underwear and wait with excitement for some time to pass by.

(Jessica)

I leave the bedroom and turn off the light for Trevor. I go downstairs and grab a makeup kit from my purse, then walk to the half bathroom. I take my shirt off and drop it on the floor. Then I apply some eyeliner, black eye shadow, brow definer, and dark red lipstick. It's 10:20 and I look good. I quietly go back upstairs to see if Trevor's still awake.

(Trevor)

I hear Jess approaching, so I close my eyes and start breathing loudly as if I'm asleep.

(Jessica)

When I reach our bedroom doorway, I hear Trevor's sleepy breathing. "Hey, you awake?" No reply. I pull the door toward myself and stop just short of closing it to avoid making any additional noise. Then I creep back down the stairs and go to the kitchen.

(Trevor)

I hear her walk away, so I get out of bed and open the door. I hear her go into the kitchen and stop. Then the clicking sounds of her typing a text message can be heard.

(Jessica)

I grab my phone and lean against the kitchen counter to text Dylan.

10:23 PM

Me: Ready for me?

10:24 PM

Dylan: Definitely.

I spin around to open the pantry and grab a bottle of coconut oil, then move to the basement door. I open it to t