“Fuck me,” was what I heard as I came around the corner.
“Fuck me harder.”
I stopped and I could feel my heart starting to pound in my chest.
“Oh, yes, fuck me.”
I wanted to look but something was holding me back. I wanted to see who was in the room but at the same time, I was afraid of what I might see.
“Oh yes, yes, yes.”
The voice was louder and more breathless.
“I’m coming,” the second person yelled. “Your ass is mine and I’m coming inside you now.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
A loud grunt. A louder groan. A deep sigh and deeper “Yes.” Silence.
“Your cock is so big, I thought you were going to split me wide open.”
I knew that voice.
“Feeling your come deep inside me was so hot.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” the second voice said.
I knew that voice too. It was my son and the first voice was my wife. My son was fucking his mother. Was I dreaming?
“You have to fuck me again,” my wife said, her breathing raspy and shallow. “I want to feel your huge cock inside me again, filling me with your hot come.”
“What if Dad comes home?” my son quietly said.
“He won’t be home for a while yet. We have time. Come on, baby, fuck me with your hard cock.”
“Oh mom,” my son said. “I’ll fuck you whenever you want but I’m afraid of Dad finding out.”
“I’ll take care of your Dad, don’t you worry your sweet little head about it. Now, put that long pole inside me and fuck me, like you’ve never fucked me before. Do it, make me come again.”
“Yes, deeper. Oh yes, that’s it. Stick it in as far as it will go. Oh that feels so good.”
“Oh God, you’re so tight.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I couldn’t stand and listen any longer. I took a step towards the door and looked into the room. My heart was pounding faster in my chest. I wanted to see them together.
His back was to the door. All I could see was his ass clenching every time he thrust into his mother. Every time he did, she yelled at him. She was on her knees, her head turned, her eyes closed as my son pumped his hard cock in and out of her. They were both breathing heavily and I could see the sweat on his back, rolling down to his crack.
“Oh yes, I’m coming again.”
I watched his ass clench once more and then he grunted loudly as he came inside her.
“Yes baby, fill me up. Fill me with your hot come. I’m coming!”
He grunted again as she pushed back against him, trying to milk his cock. He held himself against her ass cheeks, emptying himself into her. He pulled his cock out of her ass and I could see the strands of come, beading and spurting on her back, running down her towards her head. He spew again and again, a white mass, hurtling out of his cock and landing on her, splashing against her skin.
He threw his head back, his eyes shut, his brow furrowed as he finished. His cock softened and the last of his come, clung to the head of his cock. He stepped back and with shaking legs, grabbed her waist, steadying himself.
“Oh mom, that was the best yet,” he said quietly.
‘Yes, darling, it was,” she said, starting to get up from her kneeing position. “We have to clean up now. Your father will be home soon.”
I quickly stepped back. They hadn’t seen me or heard me. I wanted it to be that way. Quickly and quietly, I returned to the den. Moments later, I heard her coming down the hall.
“Oh honey, you’re home,” she said, smiling at me. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I just got here,” I lied.
She had her dressing gown on, wrapped hurriedly around her.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said, leaving me alone again. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time,’ I called after her disappearing figure.
I slumped down in the chair. My wife had finally had her way. She had long talked about fucking our son and now she was doing it and from the sounds of it, had been for a long time. I remember the night she had brought it up and can still see the look on her face.
Her face was aglow and her eyes danced as she spoke.
“Darling, I have always been faithful to you. I admit that I have lusted after some men but only in my thoughts but now I have to tell you, our son is getting to be a man and I think we should educate him properly in the ways of the world.”
“Oh, and what ways are those?”
“We need to stimulate him in all ways, mentally, physically and sexually.”
“I can understand the first two but the third could be a problem.”
“I don’t think so. You can have a talk to him as father and son and I can have the same conversation with JB, if you like. After all, it is the duty of parents to make sure their children are ready for the day they go out on their own to face the world.”
“I agree but I don’t think that the kids, at their age, need much coaching about sex, after all, they are both finished school and have jobs. They are getting an education while they’re working. I’m sure they’ve had their own experiences with sex.”
“Maybe, but I think we should be absolutely sure they know all there is to know about sex and its ramifications.”
“What can I say. You seem to have this all planned out, don’t you?”
“Well, I have been thinking about it for a while and I think it’s time to talk to them. Do you want to do it together or one on one?”
“Together is probably the better way to get through to them but I’m a little afraid of their reactions.”