Dad/Husband (Trevor) discovers wife’s (Jessica’s) and son’s (Dylan’s) affair – Chap 3 – by A Writer
Mom’s cream creates a slick path for my rod to use her birthing hole fast and deep. As she cums on me, I continue driving into her and smacking my cock head into her g-spot. Hitting the barrier makes me want to cum even more. She keeps slamming down onto me with loud smacks as she places both of her hands on my chest.
(Jessica)
“Come on, Dylan. Unload your big balls in me.”
(Trevor)
Come on, Dylan.
(Dylan)
“Here it comes. Here it cooOOOMES!!!” I spray load after load into Mom’s pussy with the intention of impregnating her.
(Jessica)
My son’s hot cum splashes deep in my womb. I feel my insides soaking it up. “Yes, baby. Breed your mother. Breed me. Breed me.” I keep riding him while still feeling myself fill up with his incestuous semen. “Give me an incest baby.”
(Trevor)
This is so dirty and I still can’t believe what’s happening. My wife continues to ride our son’s cock, trying to get as much sperm out from him as she can.
(Jessica)
“Pump your seed into your mother’s womb. Pump it.”
(Dylan)
I push all I can into Mom’s dripping vagina. This was undoubtedly a massive load I just deposited into her.
(Jessica)
“Good boy, Dylan. FUCK that was great.” I stay seated on my son’s mating tool for another minute or two. “I’m going to get some pregnancy tests from the grocery tomorrow. It’ll probably take a while before I get pregnant, but working to make it happen in the meantime is the fun part. So I’m not in a rush.” My cunt is absolutely dripping with seminal fluid and vaginal discharge. I roll off my son and suck him into my mouth.
(Dylan)
“Yeah, clean that cock with your tongue.”
(Trevor)
Wow. Jess is an incestuous slut trying to get knocked up by her own son. And now she’s sucking him dry. Unreal. My sticky underwear is a mess and I don’t want to be caught, so I quietly stand up and leave the basement to the sounds of my wife slurping on our son’s cock and porn in the background. I head back upstairs, throw my ruined underwear in the trash, and wash my hands. I get back in bed naked and lie silently.
(Jessica)
I wrap my tongue around my son’s dick and slide it up and down to clean our juices off of it. I also slurp and suck anything my tongue didn’t pull off. “Is that level of cleanliness satisfactory for your cock, my son?”
(Dylan)
I look down and watch Mom slide her long wet tongue all over my big hard shaft. “I think so. Thank you.” Our mouths meet and we deeply kiss each other before Mom rolls off my bed and picks up her robe.
(Jessica)
“Thank you for the booty call, sexy. Now go to bed.”
(Dylan)
She smiles as she walks off and goes upstairs. God, I love my woman.
(Jessica)
Shit, I never closed the door. Luckily, Trevor never came down. I go back upstairs and crawl into bed naked with my son’s sperm swimming around inside of me, looking to find a home. Trevor is still asleep, so I close my eyes and my brain shuts off. I easily fall back to sleep in a completely relaxed state.
(Trevor)
Jess falls to sleep almost immediately. But I’m left so mentally fucked by what just happened. Now what?
I wake up at 7:13 AM with Jess still asleep beside me. I go into the bathroom and use the toilet as a seat, sitting on the closed lid. I stare into nothingness as I recall what I witnessed a few hours ago. What am I supposed to do? Divorce? Call the cops? I love this woman, I really do. Is she doing this because we haven’t had an exciting sex life lately? Is this my fault? Even if I drove her to an affair, isn’t there anybody else she could do it with other than our SON?! Is he a victim? The way he was fucking her sure didn’t make him look like a victim. And are they really trying to have their own baby? Am I the only one in this house who sees everything wrong with that?
And after all of those questions, I come back to maybe the most troublesome one of all. Did I enjoy watching my wife and our son have sex? Why did I get an erection and masturbate? The lack of control and demeaning feeling did something for me. Watching Jess from afar get sexually used by someone else, even our son, without her knowing I was there aroused me for some reason. I feel like a little bitch because of it, but I’m getting horny just thinking about it right now. My sex drive has been non-existent for a couple of months, no idea why. But NOW? Seeing Jess and Dylan together has the blood flowing again. I’m so confused.
(Knock, knock)
(Jessica)
“Trev, you in there?”
(Trevor)
“Yeah. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
(Jessica)
“Yes, please.”
(Trevor)
I get off the toilet and open the door to see my wife in her robe. “All yours.”
(Jessica)
“Thanks. Are you okay?”
(Trevor)
“Yeah, just starting my day. I’ll finish up in the half bath downstairs.”
I grab my toothbrush and leave the bathroom with Jess closing the door behind me. I go downstairs to brush my teeth and log onto my computer to somehow start working. I don’t know how I’ll concentrate on that. I reach the bottom of the stairs and run into Dylan coming around the corner carrying a bowl of cereal to the family room.
(Dylan)
“Hey, Dad.”
(Trevor)
“Morning.” Trevor has on a t-shirt and pair of shorts. I instinctively and unnoticeably look down at his crotch and see a bulge behind the fabric. That motherfucker. Just how big is his dick?
(Dylan)
Did Dad just look at my dick?
(Trevor)
“How are you doing? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?” I see him crack a smile.
(Dylan)
Did anything exciting happen? Ha! “Not really, no. Same ol’.”
(Trevor)
I nod and continue to the half bathroom to finish my morning routine. 5 minutes later, I come out to grab coffee and head into my office. A few seconds later, Jess comes bouncing down the stairs with tight booty shorts, a tight red t-shirt, and ponytail. Her breasts bounce freely like she doesn’t have a bra on. Shit, she really is beautiful and does have an amazing body.
I look at my computer to read an e-mail, then look up to see Dylan through my doorway on the couch rubbing his mother’s ass. I feel my dick twitch, then see her walk away from him. She’s heading toward me, so I look at my computer again. She reaches my doorway, so I look at her. She’s definitely not wearing a bra because her nipples are poking through the lightweight material of her shirt like rocks under a tissue. “Are you going into work late?”
(Jessica)
“No, I took today and tomorrow off work. I needed a mental break.”
(Trevor)
The two days I was supposed to be gone. Am I taking time away from her and Dylan by being here? “That’s nice. Doing anything fun?”
(Jessica)
“No, just relaxing.”
(Trevor)
Just now, an idea popped into my head. “I think I might go to the movie later since my meetings got cancelled today and tomorrow. I’ll probably be able to stop work at about noon today.” With that announcement, I see her physically perk up and look excited.
(Jessica)
Yes, please go away! “That’s great! Some time to yourself should be nice.”
(Trevor)
“Agreed. I checked showtimes and there are a few options starting between 1:00 and 1:25, so that fits my schedule perfectly.”