Sunday morning, Earl, Kevin and I shared a breakfast together. Earl was unusually attentive to me, and kept checking Kevin and me out. It was like he was trying to catch a sneaky look or something between the two of us. Kevin noticed as well and we were careful not to do anything in front of him. I think it was driving my husband crazy.
By the end of the day, Earl appeared to look disappointed, and retreated to his computer for the evening. I invited Kevin to the sofa to watch TV. I grabbed a blanket and threw it over the two of us, and soon I was fondling my son's fuck wand. He had a hand down my panties, his middle finger coated in my gooey goodness.
It wasn't much later that I heard the computer room door open and Earl sauntered into the family room, and eyed us snuggling.
"Well, you two look comfortable there," he said, eyes peering at the blanket for signs of us playing beneath.
"You know," I offered, "Just watching a movie. It is always a bit cool down here, and it is nice to snuggle. Isn't it Kev?"
Kevin's head was nuzzled against my left boob, and he rolled his head a bit, and said, "Yeah, Mom is a great cuddler."
"Mind if I watch for a bit?"
"Sure," I replied, "It's only ten minutes in, but it IS a romance movie." I was pretty sure Earl wanted me to think that he meant that he was staying to watch the movie, but when he sat in his easy chair, I found his eyes as much on the two of us under the blanket as they were the TV. Kevin and I played along, not moving at all, his precum drooling down my fingers, and my honey pot drenching Kevin's hand.
After about 10 minutes of getting no visual stimulation, Earl got up and said, "This movie isn't doing much for me, I'm going back to the computer."
Once he left, Kevin and I took the opportunity to slip his jeans and my leggings to our ankles. We began to masturbate one another to completion beneath the blanket, as Earl sat one room away, watching porn. It was very erotic to play these sneaky games, and that Earl clearly wanted to see more of his son seducing his always-horny wife.
Kevin's skillful fingers brought me to climax first. When I got my son to the edge of his orgasm, I pulled back the blanket and tugged on my boy's thick dick. "Give me your cum," I whispered, spreading my thighs wide, offering my pussy for his gooey load. Kevin knelt between my thighs, his now beet-red cock head pointed directly at my kitty. On my last few strokes, I swiped his cock head between my pussy lips, soaking it with my cum.
Kevin began to grunt softly as I milked him, shooting wads of semen all over my pussy, belly and thighs, and making a milky mess of my entire vulva. While I stared at the decadent scene, I imagined what would happen if Earl walked in right then.
I envisioned my husband naked, trousers around his ankles, a thumb and two fingers madly jacking himself off to the sight of his long held fantasy. I imagined Earl losing control, witnessing his own son marking me as his own, and helplessly ejaculating all over the carpet next to us.
All the while, my eyes peered at how my son was shrinking from his impressive girth. And even as it ebbed, I wanted it - in my hand, my mouth, and my pussy. Kevin sat back on his haunches, breathing more normally. His thick, virile sperm trickled its way down from my belly, my trimmed curls slathered in it.
I slipped my leggings and panties off, and used my panties to clean up, then slid them beneath a cushion to be retrieved later. I pulled my leggings back on, while Kevin zipped up his jeans. We held each other beneath the warm blanket for another ten or fifteen minutes.
