The recession hit hard. Like so many, I lost my job. Not my fault, they told me. Hard times all round, they said. I hadn't been unemployed since - ever - and hit the ground running, updating my resume and sending it to over a hundred companies in the first month. The rejections were better than the stone silence.
After a few months, as our money dried up, my self esteem disappeared with it as the only money coming into the household was my wife's tips from waiting tables, and my 19 year old son's contributions from his pay check from his job at McDonalds. They kept the roof over our heads as I started to feel a bucket load of self pity.
Instead of helping out around the house, I started opening a bottle in the morning, and seeing the bottom by nightfall - and it wasn't even good booze - we couldn't afford it. I started sleeping on the sofa most nights because I didn't feel man enough to sleep in the same bed with my wife.
Then came that fateful night.
I woke to find the lights all turned off, a blanket draped over me. As strained as things were, my wife still did care about me. I had to pee, so I got up, and slowly walked to the toilet. It was dark, but I didn't need to be able to see. Even drunk I knew my own house inside out.
I was standing there, trying to get the snake to start, when I heard a noise behind me. The door to the master bedroom opened, then I heard footsteps going to my son's room, and his door open and close.
Still fairly wasted, my brain couldn't piece together what I had just heard. I shook my head, emptied and shook the snake, and then decided to go to my real bed for the night.
Climbing in quietly next to Shona, I noticed that the bed was a little warm, and a little damp... but then the alcohol took over and I passed out.
The next morning I woke to an unusual sensation; a warm moist mouth on my cock. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife's smiling cock filled face. She slipped her mouth off briefly and said, "Thank-you so much for last night, honey," and then resumed her position, sucking my cock like she'd not done in many years. Full of surprises, before I could come, she slipped her mouth off, and straddled my body, kissing me deeply as she slid her wet pussy up and down on my cock briefly, before slowly crawling up, up, til her pussy was above my face. This was something I used to love doing with her when we were younger, but she had not done for years.
Seeing her excited wet pussy, I pressed my face up to meet her, tongue eager, as she pressed herself down...
...and in that instant, as my tongue slipped inside her body, as she sat on my face and slowly started rubbing herself on me, last night hit me as I knew I was tasting stale cum in my wife's pussy, and it wasn't mine.
My wife was oblivious to my initial reaction of revulsion at realizing I was eating my own son's cum, as I rather wildly wiggled my face to try escape the hours-old musky fluid oozing from my wife's stale fucked pussy. Shona just moaned at the sensations I caused, and held my head with her hands as she rode my face. Next, my hungover brain remembered her words a moment ago - "thanks for last night". Could she have believed that it was me fucking her, and not our son? What the hell was he thinking sneaking into my bed and fucking his mother in the first place!
It wasn't until one of Shona's hands left my head, and reached back to grasp my hard cock, that it hit me - as shocked as I was at this situation, my cock was rock hard. What the hell?! My world at that point consisted of the taste of my horny wife combined with stale cum of son, the scent that mixture elicited, the knowledge my son had somehow fucked his mother without her knowing, and my wife's fingers stroking my hard leaking cock. An embarrassing mixture of humiliation.
Unbeknownst to me at that moment, my son, who had woken from a lovely dream about his mother with a raging morning wood, was outside the door listening to our noises. He smiled to himself as he went for a shower.
After my wife and son had both gone to work, I thought more about what had happened. Surely I was wrong? Just too drunk, thinking that I'd heard him? Maybe Shona just hadn't showered and... it was a week or so til her period, when she tends to get quite juicy on her own...? The confusing part, was how hard I was thinking about all of this.
That night, I played out like I was doing my new normal; finishing the bottle, passing out... it seemed to take forever for the house to become quiet. As I reclined in the chair waiting to see if anything was going it happen, again it was hard to concentrate on any noises within the house due to the stiffness in my pants, precum soaking the crotch. I waited, and waited, and heard nothing. Perhaps it all been my nasty imagination, I thought, as I sat there in the dark.
I didn't know when sleep took me, but I woke some hours later, and decided that if my wife was reaching out an olive branch to me with her morning blowjob, I should probably not spend the night on the sofa again, so I went to bed. There was my wife, asleep on her side in our bed. I climbed in quietly, trying not to wake her, when she whispered, "It's ok, I'm not angry. I just wasn't expecting it. Let's talk in the morning."
I had no idea what she was talking about, nor what to say. Making a non committal grunt, I put an arm around her, which she snuggled into, and went to sleep in confusion.
When I woke in the morning, again there was a mouth on my cock. Opening my eyes, my wife was cock smiley again. Once I was hard and wet, she climbed on me, straddling my cock, slowly sinking herself onto my shaft, making me moan in pleasure. After a moment however, she slipped back off, and turned around to 69 me. If yesterday wasn't just a dream... then... Am I really about to suck my son's cum out of my wife's cunt for a second time? She pressed her pussy to my face, and my tongue pushed into her, tasting her sweet amazing pussy juices - very enticing and smelling so sexy.... except... there was still a smell... a cum smell... but I wasn't tasting it... I was smelling it...
And then my wife raised her hips, tilting, angling them so my mouth wasn't just licking her pussy - it was right on her ass, and I knew where the cum smell was coming from. My wife's formerly virgin ass, that she'd never let me use before - taken by my son.
As I lay there, starting to feel and taste my son's dirty cum ooze out of my wife's ass, I wondered how he could have managed to do this without her knowing, as she clearly seemed to believe that it had been my cock taking her anal cherry last night, not our supposedly innocent son's. I was also trying to deal with the fact that - dirty cum was dripping in my mouth! Whilst this may have been a bit of a fantasy in the past, thanks to my little obsession with cum, I had never anticipated eating someone else's creampie, especially a family member. Do I just keep letting my wife moan and rub her defiled hole on my mouth, keeping quiet about this huge secret, or do I shove her off and tell her what happened?? What would she think if she knew her own son had not once, but twice - if not more! - fucked her in her own bed, whilst she thought it was me?
