Bbc Zach Moves-In!

Wow! We did go right over the edge. It was out-there, yet natural, organic, and seamless. Time passed, and we three had slowly dissolved into a puddle of our own making. Zach was for sure special, the three of us together knew no bounds. For a time we all focused on breathing, and letting our bodies unwind moving toward a more normal heart rate. Words would come. "That was dope dad!" Came out of Zach's mouth. The language made me laugh, but I surely got the point. Victoria didn't say a thing, but was slowly shaking her head in disbelief. My cock was happily limp, but still dripping. Surveying the scene I saw Zach was still his normal flaccid self, semi-hard and large, but now he lay back on the Berber with his hands over his head. Laid-out. Dope indeed! Victoria had long since collapsed from her kneeling position, now lying beside me. What does one do for an encore to a fuck like that. Rhetorical, though actually I did want to suck Zach's cock right now. It was so inviting. A bridge too far, probably, for this moment of recovery.

More time passed and the human in each of us slowly returned. None of us in any hurry about anything. I picked up my iPhone, almost 10:00. On one level the evening was young, but it had been a monumental week and evening already. The move-in plans alone, the Bella news, all lovely and still likely challenging. Our mutual fatigue, wonderfully justified.

Victoria said it out loud, "I'm exhausted, and I look a mess. You two worked me over real good. That was beautiful. Unreal. I need a shower bad, and a change of clothes." She paused and continued, "What a week. What a day. God what a fuck. I nearly drowned, but must have come ten times!"

"You were amazing mom, so beautiful and so beautifully defiled. I hope you're okay." Zach, always kind and caring. "I admit, I could have gone to sleep right here. After we all get cleaned-up, can I still come to bed with you two?"

"Oh God yes, please do," Victoria responded. "Let's all crash. Okay with you Cal?"

"Absolutely! We have a big day tomorrow. See you both in our bed." I said, and began to move in that direction. In fifteen minutes, the whole family was naked and cuddling in bed. Sleep and dreamland overtook us quickly.

The sun would rise, the ability to feel and act on feelings would return, and I found Zach's cock long before he was really awake. I held that Black cock in my hand, looking at it in the morning sun remembering so many mornings that had begun with an homage to my son. This morning I just held it, feeling its weight, and thinking about Bella. The very idea of her loomed large. As Zach and Victoria began to stir, we all kissed and said a loving good morning. I got up first and soon the aroma of coffee filled the house. In minutes Zach and Victoria came in and filled any emptiness I was feeling. Cheerful looks and words returned. The family together, breakfast at the dinner table, and plans were being made.

"I'm going to take Atticus out, shall we head to your place when I get back Zach?" I paused and added, "Whatever doesn't fit in your master suite, can stay boxed in the garage for now, and you and Victoria can play with decorating the place this afternoon."

"Perfect dad, I'll be ready when you get back." Zach was always ready, and added, "I love you both, last night was out of this world. Thank you, thank you, for your love and support."

Victoria stood up and hugged her son, and in seconds they were kissing in a deep embrace. Perfect, our family's normal perfect. I headed out with a happy Atticus, chuckling at the thought that I might well return to the sight of Victoria, bent over the kitchen counter being loaded-up by a wide awake Zach. A son's way of thanking his mom for last night. My cock hardened in my black silk panties, under my sweatpants. More words as I was leaving, "So son, did you decide to put your white panties back on, under your Levis?"

Zach laughed and said, "In fact that is exactly what I did dad. You too, I bet!"

"How smart and right you are son," and I was gone. Things felt fully back to normal.

The move was a breeze. We took two trips in Zach's car, threw a bunch of stuff away, and created a pile of things to be put away in his master suite. Fun stuff, clothes, personal things, photos and such for Zach and Victoria to play with later. Nobody had energy to cook, so we headed into town for lunch. Chinese this time, inspiring Zach and I both to ask Victoria if we had ruined her Chinese Sarong, in the heat of the night. She laughed and assured us that she had hand-washed it before bed, and declared it "Happily well-used, and a properly christened survivor." She was too kind, Zach and I owed her some major pussy attention after last night's savaging. Nap time would provide just such an opportunity.

All that said, and with nothing but time together for the weekend, a probably beautiful cloud hung over us. That cloud was named Bella.

"So Zach, I know you want to be calling Bella, and we welcome that anytime time including right now. May I make a fatherly suggestion?" I knew the answer, but my approach was to emphasize the meaning behind it. "I counsel using kid-gloves with her, until and unless it is time to take the gloves off and show her the man Victoria and I know and call our son. Much as either of us are ready to service you anytime, I think that phone call ought to be designed to build trust between you and Bella. Pave the way for your lunch, build all the intimacy possible--for real, just you two. No audience, yet. Don't do anything that may in the future, make it appear that you and we have played her. It would be one thing if your talk with her in private became wildly randy, and quite another thing if it was being participated in and encouraged by us without her knowledge. Bella deserves that no matter what. If you have a future, being a gentleman, even a very bold gentleman, will pay dividends. Be yourself, have a great talk, and come out and tell us all about it."

"Thank you dad, I am glad you helped me back-off. I regretted saying it yesterday, was just caught up in a fantasy. Thank you. If I'm right, there may be a time that Bella will willing participate in all the wild things I want to do to and with her. So thank you dad, and God mom, you have also been such a teacher, building my confidence. Thank you. Let me excuse myself and I'll go call her right now. News when I have it." Zach was off to his master suite, the door would be properly closed behind him.

A sweet moment for Victoria and I, so we relaxed together snuggling on the couch and chatting it up about what might come of this private time between those two kids. Some joy, and some worry. Goodness, we certainly didn't want to lose our son.

Still full from our big Chinese lunch, we weren't really hungry as we approach our usual dinner time. So while I tended to the fire place and music, Victoria started a fresh pot of that Sumatra and set out some snack-able finger food. All, really, in anticipation of Zach's return and what titillating information he might bring. More than a half hour later, out he came beaming.

"Wow does that coffee smell good, are you two ready for some? I sure am!" Zach was very upbeat. "So dad, you were spot-on as usual. It was like she was sitting by the phone, ready to pour out feelings I couldn't have expected. Without an audience, or a fantasy-distraction, I found myself sharing exactly what was on my mind. I was bold, and she liked it. I learned a lot, and my expectations for our lunch are now huge. She proposed that we move it to tomorrow, a relaxed Sunday lunch. I promised to call her back to confirm after talking with you two, her knowing that this was planned as a moving weekend." Zach paused sheepishly, "Victoria, could we spend a little time this evening getting my room set-up instead of tomorrow? Is my Sunday lunch idea with Bella okay with you two?"

Victoria went first, "The simple answer is absolutely, right Cal? And we can get your room very comfortable and tidy, in a hour or two at most. No worries. Tell us all about it over coffee and a bite, then go call that great lady!"

"Ditto son, you're on a roll!" I said, "Now out with whatever you're comfortable sharing!"

We all sat down at the dinner table, and after a few sips of coffee and a bagel, Zach gushed. "I see real potential with Bella. Thank you for the sensitivity to tomorrow. She proposed we meet at Silver City, not so much for the craft brews but because it is her favorite eatery and just about halfway between. I've heard about it from others, but have never been there."

"It's a great spot, try and get seated upstairs for privacy," I added, quickly not wanting to interrupt Zach's flow.

"Thanks dad. I learned a lot today. She is 35 as I guessed, almost ten years older than me, but I told her I was attracted to her and found 'older' women especially attractive. She's had quite a life already, and so much in common. The East Coast-thing, she went to Vassar in New York, and was as isolated by race as I was at Princeton. We both grew up in largely white surroundings, and catch this, she has never dated a Black man before. Her husband was white, an older former Vassar prof of hers, only a two year marriage in New York."

He went on, "We discussed the mixed-race thing more, but again, just like I was entirely raised by my dad she was almost entirely raised by her mom. You already know I never knew my white mom, Bella was more lucky, her Italian dad stayed in touch and helped finance Vassar. Her dad got to see her graduate, a degree in Psychology. I wish my dad had lived to see me graduate. But her dad was also older, and died a few years back. Both our dad's were High School teachers, New Jersey and New York, and both were Navy vets. We are two Black kids, taught to live in a white world, but never really fitting in--maybe until now!"

Zach paused and took a sip of coffee, but we knew not to interrupt his flow. "She made the move here, after a couple of years in New York doing counseling and therapy in a larger firm. They had Navy ties, and she got offered a contract if she opened-shop in Bremerton. It's a big Navy town, half her practice is life-coach oriented, the other is basically doing one-on-one and group-therapy. While she was working for the New York therapy group, she got an MSW from SUNY at night. That allows her to basically be a shrink. She's one smart babe!" He stopped, and had to laugh.

"All amazing, and seemingly ideal, what about the sexual chemistry?" I asked, interrupting.

"I stroked my cock through that entire conversation. I'm hot for this woman, and I let her know it." Zach offered immediately.

"Did you tell her that you were handling your cock? Did you unload? I asked, adding, "I have never really had phone-sex, but I remember years ago that I was talking with a woman on the phone based on some early version of a dating site between my marriages. The whole feeling became sexually charged for me. At some point I told her I was hard just talking with her, and asked how she would feel if I masturbated. She was surprised but curious, and said 'please do,' so I jacked off and talked her through exactly what I was doing and when I came. She told me she dug it. No idea if she was masturbating too, and I don't think we ever actually met."

"You know dad, this was similarly charged. Because we had met and knew there was sexual chemistry, late in that forty-minute call I did tell her I had been hard the whole time and was hard in her office as well. She said 'GOOD' in a very convincing and soft deep-throated voice. She told me she was excited too, but I didn't jack to the point of coming and doubt she did either." Zach paused, adding, "Tomorrow will tell us a lot more. She did say that she had 'highly developed sexual tastes' and was the opposite of 'judgmental' about anyone's sexuality. She is an East Coast, Vassar liberal!"

"I'm hot just imagining what an adventure may be starting for you son. Do you want to call her now and confirm your plans for tomorrow?" Victoria was moved, and excited for Zach. "After that call, I'm ready to dig into your room. How's that sound?"

"Thanks mom, perfect!" Zach said, "I'll call right now and let's tackle my room fast. I'm at the boiling point right now, and up for anything you both want. Maybe we finally watch that porn together. I'd love to finish that jack, shoot a monster load watching porn with you two and thinking about Bella. Before I met you dad, as you know masturbation was the daily name of the game for years, and it was always good. Way better than the stuck up white girls I tried to date. You told me a week or so ago that you wanted to see me jack like nobody was watching, just like I had alone so many times before. How about a group jack to porn tonight?"

I stepped in right there, "I remember before Victoria came back from California that I jacked you off in the morning sunlight. You shot so high it made a rainbow. I think Bella now guarantees us a monster load. I love it. Go make that call, get your room in order, and we'll all get-off on your choice of porn." That seemed to be the unanimous plan. I hope we could all hold off and come together, again and again. A good jack is always good. We should all thank Bella."

With that, Zach. Was off to make that call, and a dripping, glazed-eyed Victoria was ready to do whatever to hustle that Zach's room into shape. The stage was set. The looming reality of Bella seemed to actually propel us forward, thank God. I had been worried it would take Zach away from us, and ultimately, that may be the case. Tonight would be interesting, the talk about Bella hot for all of us.

In short order, a flushed Zach came out saying their lunch was set for tomorrow, and it was a great little follow-up talk. Zach added, "I told her I was going to jack my cock thinking about her. We're going to have a great jack session tonight. You know, I bet she will too! Mom, let's tackle my room now!" Victoria was up, heading down the hall in seconds.

I hollered back to both of them, "Zach, when you done, get into your bathrobe. Panties are up to you. I'll be in my bathrobe only, I want to work my cock with a lot of oil, legs wide open. Victoria, up to you, just dress like the jack-off whore you are!"

All I heard back was that familiar, "Got it dad," from Zach. I was thinking about the two of them alone, and hoping they wouldn't jump the gun.

I went to my bathroom to freshen up and change gears, then back to the living room hard as a rock but letting the mood build. I lay back on the couch loving the crackle of the fireplace and the beat of the Blues, thumbing through the DVDs Zach had left here. I knew what was in the machine already, that famous "Blacked" video, but the interracial "Gay" and interracial "BDSM" in my hand looked hot too. I loved the BDSM look, and Victoria and I had played with very mild bondage in the distant past. We still had some gear, and that black leather strap-on she had used to peg me. It would be fun to see what DVD Zach would choose. Memories of that wild rubber flesh-looking butt jack-off toy he had brought over in his picnic basket--pre-Victoria's return, brought a chuckle. Seemed likely that it was something he must have relied on at times in the past, but curious as I was I suspected it was no longer important to our highly-evolved son.

No telling what was going on in Zach's new master suite, but a good forty-five minutes later, the two came out. Zach was in proper open bathrobe uniform, Black cock hard and swinging with every step. Victoria headed to our bathroom to change. "Let's have a joint Cal," and she was off. I followed, needing that joint. She shouted back to Zach, "Grab a beer if you want Zach, we'll be right back. Happy to share some wine with you if you prefer. You pick out the video, please!" Victoria was moving fast.

We returned in a quick but comfortable ten minutes, Victoria's hair and make-up were perfect, and she wore only her black bathrobe and those tantalizing piercings. The Blues were off, and Zach, to my surprise had chosen the interracial BDSM. Cool! It was on the screen, the remote in his hand, but the video on hold showing the opening screen and title. He had brought in two glasses, already filled with white wine, and sitting on the coffee table. He lay back against the couch likely having chosen his jack-position, bathrobe wide-open and rock hard cock proudly in his hand.

"Oh good, I am in the mood for that wine. Thank you big boy!" Victoria took one glass, had a sip and handed the other to Zach. As she bent over to hand it to him, she took hold of that Black cock with her tiny white hand and said, "Let me give my son a quick kiss before the show starts." She took that head into her mouth for a good thirty-second suck, that seemed to last forever.

I asked, "So tell us about this video choice Zach," curious and pleased by his selection.

"I've jacked off to many scenes in this, but tonight there was something Bella said that prompted my choice." Zach continued, "Between the two conversations today, both sexually charged, Bella made a comment about her toys. She specifically included a 'blindfold, collar, and cuffs.' That stuck in my mind, suggesting some level of bondage. That excited me no end. This video includes those sort of BDSM-tools, but takes it to the extreme. Let's let it roll."

I think we all could have come in seconds, but were sort of self-edging, wanting to take our time and wait for the big one. Or two, or three, or? Victoria's splayed position showed us that she had her diamond butt-plug in place, but she planned to use her hand and fingers with a lot of oil. No dildo type toys. I was going to use oil too, Zach appeared to be jacking dry. Maybe just for the moment. Victoria added a comment, "Some time son, I'm going to strap on my black leather harness with our largest Black dildo and peg the fuck out of you. I'll take your faggot butt and work you over like you have me." We were all wound up tight. The show began, the jacking was already underway.

The opening scene had a young Black woman collared and kneeling before a nicely hung older white man. She was blindfolded in superb black leather, her hands cuffed behind her back, a chain leash hooked to the collar. She was sporting nipple clamps with weights that tugged at her lovely ample breasts, and there was a Stockroom leather-padded Bondage Barrel in the background, foretelling what was to come.

The gentleman was giving aggressive but soft-spoken verbal direction, while pulling his Black bitch by the chain, his sizable white cock making her gag. The gagging was part of the play, he clearly wanted to force the issue, making her choke and take-it, drool leaking out of her mouth. Steady dirty talk dominated, as he took hold of her head with both hands and drove his cock down her throat. Dominance, supported by bondage and her wished-for total submission, was the theater being filmed. Holding her head flat-faced against his pelvis, he stepped over both shoulders, forcing her head way back and his cock even deeper. He was her only support, holding her up to accept his cock assault.

It was intense, and I wondered if she needed air, but abusing her by force was his intent. She had to hold her breath. No choice. In that incredible position, he began a slow totally controlled face and throat fuck. The blindfold, collar, chain, clamps, and cuffs holding her hands and arms behind her back, were props that said dramatically--I own you bitch and you have no choice in the matter. You are my slave. Of course she had made the choice already, and was in her own kind of heaven. He was in total control, she was a gorgeous Black fuck toy choking and drooling. More important now, she was having a deep orgasm punctuated by audible moans, a shaking body, and a cunt dripping on the wooden floor--all from the seemingly challenging ordeal.