This is 100% work of fiction. Any names and/or situations are purely coincidental. The author does not condone any of this subject matter in real life, as this story is to serve as some sort of entertainment.
This story involves sex between consenting adults, portrayed as 18 or older. The story contains MF, FF, MM, and MS (mother/son).
Thank you, and enjoy!
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"Good night, sweetie." Wendy said blowing a kiss to her son Alex, as she closed the door to his bedroom.
"Night mom." Alex moaned, already half asleep.
Wendy stood there outside of her son's room, the door shut, thinking about her boy.
He had just turned 18, literally born on December 10th at 10:15pm.
She looked at the clock hanging on the wall as it hit 10:16pm.
'Mm my sweet boy... what a crazy day that was 18 years ago.' Wendy thought to herself, letting out an exhausted sigh.
Wendy made her way back down the hall, and out into the living room where Kurt was watching tv.
"Hi babe... everything okay?" He asked her, always concerned for her wellbeing.
"Of course it isn't..." She said, plopping down next to him on the couch. "Our boy turned 18 today... he's not even a boy anymore, he's a man!"
Kurt pulled her into him. "He's a good man, hunny. A great man." He kissed her temple. "You did an amazing job raising him..."
"We..." Wendy pulled his face to hers, "we did an amazing job..."
Kurt was Alex's stepdad... coming into his life when he was 7 years old.
"We, babe..." Kurt kissed her lips softly. "We."
"Oh my gosh hun, what are we doing!!" Wendy said surprised, "are we really letting him go out of town with his friends this weekend?" She laughed, "he just turned 18... we're crazy!"
"We are very crazy... but, they're 18, what can we do?"
"True... you win... Damn I hate you!" She shouted.
Wendy snuggled into her husband and kissed him hard, allowing her tongue to work itself into his mouth.
Kurt met her tongue with his own, and they kissed passionately.
Wendy loved Kurt. He was a kind calm man, a loving man. He was older, 48 when she met him. Wendy was 33 when she had stumbled into one of Kurt's yoga classes.
She was immediately attracted to him. He was older, matured, graying in areas of his hair. He wore short shorts, corduroys, that reminded her of the 70's, and he was soft spoken, calming in so many ways.
After the session, he spoke to her, invited her to a retreat. She told him she couldn't, she had a boy, Alex. He offered her to bring him, let him hang out. So, she did, and he treated him like his own. She fell hard for him at the retreat, and he fell equally as hard, and as the saying goes, the rest is history.
So there they were on the couch, making out like they often did when they first met.
"Movie?" Wendy broke the kiss, grabbing at the remote control.
"Sure, why not... the night is young." Kurt said as he gave her another kiss on the temple. "Wine?" He asked getting up.
"Mmm wine sounds delicious." Wendy moaned, flipping channels.
Kurt disappeared and returned with two glasses of wine.
"Mm thank you babe." She said, taking the glass with one hand, flipping channels with the other.
Wendy flipped past something that caught her eye, "whoa..." she flipped back. "What..."
It was a man in the shower, naked, his crotch completely soaped up so that all you could see was the black of his pubic hair.
"We don't have this channel normally, do we?" She questioned Kurt.
Kurt grabbed the remote and hit INFO. "No... it was ordered last night at... 6:13pm"
"We were at dinner..." Wendy said, questioning more than stating.
"Yeah... Alex must have gotten home early from practice..."
The man on screen began scrubbing his butt, grabbing at his cheeks, washing himself.
The man stops when he hears the door open...
"Oh my gosh, is this porn... is Alex watching porn...?" Wendy asked, disappointed.
"Well..." Kurt replied.
On the screen, the bathroom door opens, and another man walks in wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top.
The man with the sweats has a very visible bulge.
"Yes... it looks like porn..." Kurt finishes.
"Oh. My. Gosh." Wendy held her hand up to her mouth, stunned as she watches the man slip his sweats off, exposing himself. "Gay porn..."
Wendy was frozen. Her son was watching porn. Not just any porn. Gay porn. Erotic, sensual gay porn.
Wendy moved her hand to her husbands thigh, grabbing it as she watched the man enter the shower.
Wendy stopped her hand, pulling it back abruptly.
She had bumped her husbands penis, and it was hard.
"Did you..." She wasn't sure how to say it. "Did you rent this?"
Kurt laughed. "No... hunny I was with you. You saw the time. We were at dinner."
"Yeah..."
She sat there watching.
Kurt grabbed the remote to turn it.
"No..." she spoke up. "Not yet... I want to see... I... I feel like we need to know what he was watching..."
"Yeah... I think so..." he set the remote down. "We need to talk to him."
The man that had entered the shower began washing the other man, fondling his penis, his balls, leaning in to kiss him.
Wendy let her hand slide over her husband's thigh again, rubbing into him until she bumped the head of his penis again. He was still hard.
She shifted toward him, looking at him, "Do you..." She was nervous for some reason. "Do you like this...?"
"I..." Kurt started but was interrupted.
"I want to know the truth." she said.
"It's erotic..." he answered. Then he pulled her hand onto the length of his shaft so that she could feel him beating through his pajama pants.
"Yeah?" She asked, squeezing him, dazed. "They're... I think, they're hot..." she paused unsure of herself and her comments. "Aren't they...?" She finished nervously.
"Uhhh, Yeah... they are attractive." He answered honestly.
"Mmmm hunny, look at them..." she said looking back at the screen as the two men rubbed their penises together, kissing hard and passionately. "Look at their..." She was almost afraid to say it... "cocks...". She said moaning.
"Yeah... do you like them baby?" He asked her, sliding his hand between her legs, feeling the heat through her shorts.
