All characters are purely fictional. All parties in the story are18 years or older.
I would like to greatly thank SLWilde for taking the time to review my story.
(Author's note: To hear about the protagonist's special relationship with his mother, I suggest reading "Loving Moms Chapter 1: Night Moves")
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Relaxing by the pool, I watched as my loving wife Samantha and our son Kevin horsed around in the water, and it made me smile. I couldn't help but think back to a time when I had such closeness with my own mom, except mine went well beyond what you would call "normal."
When my recollection ended, I found myself perplexed. It had been years since I'd uprooted those old, unmentionable memories, and I had to question why.
Samantha—or Sam, as she likes to be called—is the love of my life. I'll never forget that day in high school when I first gazed at her beauty; I knew right then she was the girl for me. We wed soon after high school, and a year later our son was born. It's been almost twenty years now, and my love for her is still as strong.
Or is it?
I thought. Like most long-married couples, our sex life had diminished over time. We still have sex, and I really do enjoy it, but the excitement that once drove us wild with lust was gone. Maybe that is the reason for my recollection.
Figuring nothing could be resolved at the moment, I went back to watching them playfully enjoy the hot summer day. Sam looked delicious in her fleeting white bikini. I chuckled to myself as I admired her perky little nipples poking outward from the thin material.
Then I noticed my son's eyes, and a strange feeling flooded over me, a feeling I hadn't felt in years. The feeling continued to build as I gazed upon my son staring unyieldingly at his mother's firm nipples also. As his eyes stayed fixated on her chest, the wickedest apprehension entered my mind, causing a most delightful shiver.
Does he find his mother hot?
I pondered, feeling myself getting stiff. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her into the air, breaking me out of my twisted thinking when she crashed into the water. Sitting upright in my lounge chair, I heard her laugh as she splashed him and then got behind him, climbing onto his back and pushing her wonderful chest into him as she tried to dunk him under. My wicked thoughts increased substantially and, in an effort to hide my expanding hardness, I yelled to them that I was going inside. They both acknowledged my departure laughingly, still playing.
Out of the upstairs bathroom window, I spied the pool. I know in reality their antics were truly harmless, but in my mind it was becoming intoxicatingly erotic. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my hand over my now extremely hard cock. I'm sure I would have jerked myself off to completion if they hadn't both gotten out of the pool and headed towards the house.
Adjusting myself, I did my best to control these inappropriate, incestual fabrications and greeted them in the kitchen.
"You two done?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah, you know how easy I burn," Sam replied, kissing my cheek as she quickly departed.
Figuring she must be going to change, I walked over to my son who had his head in the refrigerator searching for a can of soda and said, "Got thirsty, did you?"
"Yeah. So why don't ever join in on the fun?" he asked, opening the can.
"Oh, I think my days of having fun like that are over. Besides, I enjoy watching you two like that."
"You do?"
Did I just say that?
Paranoid that my son had somehow become aware of my sexual visualizations, I continued, "Yeah," clearing my throat, "I always enjoy seeing my loving family spending time together."
"Oh... Yeah, I do too, Dad."
I breathed a sigh of relief as Kevin went to his room.
Get a hold of yourself Jarid,
I thought as I went to the family room.
The rest of the day was back to normal for me, and I just chucked up my improper thoughts to being a fluke.
However, that night as Sam and I went to bed, I still felt a tad horny from the day's earlier events and whispered, "You want to fool around?"
She turned to me with a smile and nodded. As we engaged in our ordinary sexual routine—her on the bottom, me on top—we got into our typical lovemaking rhythm. Except this time, in the middle of our sexual act, my mind flashed back to the pool. If it wasn't bad enough that I couldn't give my wife the attention she deserved, I was vividly picturing Sam and Kevin playing like before—only this time, when her nipples got hard, my son swam right up to her and removed her tiny top.
A strange euphoria overtook me, and I heaved hard into my wife's moist pussy, causing her to huff loudly...the same huff I was now imagining when I pictured my son's mouth sucking on her succulent right breast. Faster and harder I pounded as my wicked thoughts of them unfolded. I could see the lust in her eyes building as I imagined my son fingering her feverishly, making her moan in sexual delight, screaming for him to make her cum over and over in the most sinful, demanding way. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded deep inside my loving wife.
My wife panted profusely, managing finally to ask, "What brought that on?"
"I...I don't know," I said. In truth, I did, and so my hunger to see them fuck was born.
Sleep never came for me that night as I wondered over my newfound excitement. Did I really want this obscene act to happen? Should I explore ways to make this craziness a reality or just be content with my wicked fantasy?
The more I thought, the more my head spun. I finally concluded there was too much to lose in carrying on with this insane idea, as it could ultimately cost me the love of my life. I just couldn't jeopardize that; I told myself to be content with what happened.
For the rest of the summer as we made love, my wicked thoughts would be that of Sam and Kevin engaging in some form of a sexual act. Thankfully, Sam never questioned my newfound lust and seemed quite content with it herself. Life was good once more in the bedroom.
Then came Kevin's first year of college, and Sam seemed a little depressed. He would be moving away, and I felt a need to cheer her up somehow. I suggested before he leaves that we have a night out on the town. Sam happily agreed, and I made the arrangements.
That evening as we got ready, my wife was in the master bath showering while I finished dressing. Suddenly, I heard a rap on our bedroom door. Since the bathroom door was closed, I just yelled, "Come in!"
"You sure?" my son asked after opening the door, shooting a puzzled look towards the bathroom.
"Yeah, your mom just got in there," I chuckled.
Hesitantly, he came in and said in a troubled tone, "Listen, Dad, can we talk?"
I could tell by his demeanor this was serious and told him to take a seat, pointing toward the bed.
"What's on your mind?" I said, sitting next to him.
"It's about girls," he responded, looking down at his feet.
"What about them?"
"Well...I kind of don't know much."
This was a little shocking to hear. But then I realized I never did see him go out on any dates. How stupid could I be? I just assumed that, unlike me, he was more forward and had already figured things out. I remembered back to my own youth and how my mother had explained sex to me.
Figuring her method wouldn't be the best approach, I said, "Okay, go on."
"This is embarrassing, Dad."
"I know, son. But if I can get an idea about what you do know, I can explain the rest."
Kevin straightened up and rapidly replied, "No, not about sex! I figured that out."
Now I was puzzled. "Okay, so what then?"
"Girls in general. How do you like... talk to them and stuff?"
I was just about to give some examples when the bathroom door shot open, and there in the nude stood my wife.
"OH!!" She squealed as I saw the shocked expression on my son's face. However, instead of turning his head away he just gazed at her, totally motionless.
Quickly, my wife covered what she could with her bare hands, and I stuttered, "I...I...I thought you knew he was in here?"