Dad/Husband (Trevor) discovers wife’s (Jessica’s) and son’s (Dylan’s) affair

(Jessica)

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.