Literotic asexstories – Together Ssn 08 Ch. 05 – Fuck Cancer by Dadbodboi,Dadbodboi
To have something we rely on taken away from us is incredibly cruel, especially when that relieves pressure and delivers pleasure. Even with the mundane mechanics of ritualistic needs, things become difficult, and no more so right now than for George Reid, 52, as he explains at home during a visit from his son, Craig Reid, 25, as they sit side-by-side in the living room, “I can’t provide for your mother what she needs nightly anymore, and she’s very needy, as you know.”
Craig interrupts to declare, “Dad, I’m sure everything is going to be good.”
George sighs, clearly frustrated but turning away to hide it, “I have a hole in my dick. I’m pissing in a bag. I can’t enjoy my wife right now. It’s all too much… That’s… why I need you to be here, because I trust you.”
Craig enquires, “That sounds like?”
George pats his son’s knee, telling him, “I need you to be with your mother, while I can’t be.”
Craig tells his Dad in return, “I can’t be doing this; not all the time. I have a job, and a family; kids that need me. I’ll go check in on Mom now, while I’m here, but you need some other arrangement, because I can’t be here at your beck and call. Sorry.”
George holds his son’s knee, rubbing it gently, “I’m the one who’s sorry. I know you’re a busy man.”
Craig gets up, going upstairs to find his mother, who is in her bedroom weeping quietly, mopping her eyes and nose with tissues. Softly knocking to announce himself, Craig says, “I was going to ask how you were doing, but I don’t need to.”
Lucy Reid, 48, clears her throat to speak to her son with forced normalcy, “I’m coping. How’s things with you? Looking after 2 kids getting on top of you yet?”
Craig hovers near his mother, replying, “Joy and Hope are great. I love being with them. I love treating them, and looking after them, and Tiffany is having the best time. She’s even delegating some of her work to Mia now to have more family time, which is great.”
Lucy suddenly looks nervous, admitting, “I, uh… didn’t want to have to do this, but, um… yeah…”
Craig comforts his mother, “I don’t mind, but, I just told Dad that I can’t be here all the time. I have my own life to get back to, but, I’m here now, and willing to help.”
Lucy smiles broadly, “You’re a good son to me. I don’t deserve you.”
Craig suavely says, “You have me anyway,” diving down to kiss his mother, gratefully received with open arms. Lucy leans back under her son as he holds her sides, guiding her down onto the sheets.
Whilst Craig kisses her neck, Lucy is curious to know, “Do you imagine doing this with Joy and Hope one day?”
Craig ceases as if calcified into stone, before softly uttering, “I’ve never thought about it.”
Lucy teases, “Oh, come on, Craig. You perved over your sister and me for so long. I know you like to keep it in the family.”
Craig resumes kissing his mother’s neck, admitting, “I perved because you are hot. Didn’t matter as much that we were related than just being horny.”
Lucy confesses, “When you used to nurse on me, I would get turned on and imagine how you would be when you were older. Frankie too. My imagination isn’t very good though because I basically saw me and your dad, but it felt good anyway, and you both turned out so hot. I’m so proud.”
Craig nervously laughs, “You are so fucked up.”
Lucy giggles giddily, “Yeah, but God seems to be punishing me for it. Taking away my husband, forcing me to find what I need with other men. If I’m being honest, I prefer you to George.”
Craig gets up to his feet, coming down from the highs of his arousal, considering aloud, “This is wrong. We shouldn’t do this. When will it stop? I love Tiffany. I promised to be with her and only her. It’s not under marriage, but was decided through respect for each other.”
Lucy pleads, “Craig, I’m sorry. I need you, please? Come on? I’m sure Tiffany is fine with it. Come here? Please?”
Soberly, Craig states, “You’re pathetic, Mom. Your husband, my Dad, is going through something traumatic, and he needs his wife right now. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I don’t want this any more.”
Lucy begs, “Craig, please? Don’t go, please? Don’t leave me like this, please? Come on, please?”
Craig walks out, leaving his mom to weep in a heap on the bed. He goes to find his father, who greets him with a surprised, “That was fast? I thought you’d be up there much longer.”
Apologetically, Craig informs his father, “Look, Dad. I came because I love you guys, but I’m not going to be used for sex when you call for me. I’m your son, not a prostitute. Find another way,” heading for the front door, calling back, “I love you.”
George calls after his son, “Craig, please, listen to me. Stay… We love you, too…”
Something Craig said to George stuck with him, ‘I’m not a prostitute,’ but they could put Lucy out there and see who shows. He goes to his wife to make this proposal, “We need to do something to get through this, and, I’m willing to have guys come here to have their way with you, if you are?”
Shocked, Lucy snaps, “Absolutely not! George! That is not okay.”
The concerned husband reasons, “Don’t be like that, please. I can’t be with you in the way I want to, so I have no shame in letting someone else do it.”
Lucy seems stressed and pained, promising, “I’m not going to cheat on you.”
George assures his wife, “You wouldn’t be. I want you to do it.”
The couple put an advert out on a website they find that specialises in sex work in the local area, and, while they await a response, they get in touch with a friend of theirs to join them.
Later that evening, Domhnall Cummings, 69, arrives, sitting with George and Lucy to ask, “Are you ready to confide in me what’s going on with you two?”
Lucy rubs George’s back as he opens up to his employer and friend, “I have cancer, which is growing at the base of my penis under the skin, which makes doing anything with it hurt. It hurts when I pee; it hurts when I move the skin at all. Treatment involved cutting out the affected section, and I’m awaiting tests to confirm that it is all removed. If it isn’t, I lose more of it, if not the whole lot, but if it is gone, it’s onto reconstructive surgery.”
Domhnall takes in the news, thinking it over as he comments, “I’m very sorry to hear that. This is understandably a difficult time for you, and I understand the need for privacy. Just know I will do what I can for you.”
Lucy opens up, “Actually, that’s why we called you here.”
George elaborates for his friend, “We’ve been unable to… and, you know what Lucy is like, so… We would love it if you got together… We’ve done it before…”
Domhnall takes the suggestion seriously, responding, “It would be an honour. I’m flattered that you would think of me for this. I don’t measure up to you, George, but I will give it my best.”
With a thankful sigh of relief, George gushes, “Thank you, Domhnall. Thank you so much. It means a lot to both of us. That’s why we came to you with this.”
Domhnall ponders the question, “Will you be watching, George? It would be nice to have you involved.”
George puts his hands up, answering frankly, “No, I can’t. I have to stay away and distract myself. I still get aroused, and it gets very painful.”
Domhnall appears a little disheartened, but understandingly pouts, “Oh, that’s quite reasonable, I suppose. It will feel strange, especially without Gracie here.”
Lucy offers, “You should have brought her along.”
Domhnall replies, “She is quite busy right now with setting up our retirement, getting everything ready to handover to Tiffany. I feel like I should be there with her, but Gracie did say, ‘You needn’t concern yourself. I have it all in hand. You go enjoy yourself for the evening.”
Lucy remarks, “I will do my best to help you make good on that. I know I will enjoy it.”
George holds Lucy’s hands in his, and looks in her eyes as he tells her, “How about you two go be alone, and, I will be here when you’re done.”
Domhnall stands, straightening his suit as he approaches the lustful woman, extending a hand to help her up. Lucy takes the gentleman’s hand, and gives him her undivided attention as they make their way upstairs to the master bedroom.
Wasting no time with formalities, Lucy hastens to strip off Domhnall’s clothes; her voice quivering as she confides, “I’ve been needing a man in for so long. I can’t take it anymore. I need it. I need it so bad,” exposing the gentleman’s body before rushing to relieve herself of her own garments.
Now naked, the two friends find their way to the bed with their eyes affixed to each other. Domhnall fondles the tight skin and perfect curves of the younger woman, confiding in her, “It’s always a pleasure to be with you like this. I don’t know how you keep your youth, but I do know it makes Gracie jealous; fiercely so.”
Lucy breathes heavily, “I thought she liked me. We get along.”
Domhnall explains, “Oh, Gracie loves you. She’s just showing her age. She certainly didn’t look this young at your age.”
Lucy laughs, “If I know Gracie well enough, I would say she says she’s distinguished.”
Domhnall goes in to kiss Lucy, stopping to say just before he does, “Quite,” laying his lust onto Lucy readily. Already, he is stiff, and nestles into the needy hole, driving into her with all the force he can muster.
Lucy feels so happy to have someone’s cock back inside her pussy after what feels like an excruciating absence, coming to her with such sensitivity that it feels like the first time. This sensation comes as strange to her, after what amounts to a lifetime of frequent fun, but she relishes the feeling more and more with every movement from her friend tending to her.
Not wanting this to stop, Lucy holds Domhnall’s sides, rolling with him to lay on top, slithering her way down his body, pecking kisses at his chest until she arrives at his manhood. She pumps it in her fist and pops it in her mouth, sensuously sucking on the sensitive flesh. With a moan, and a laugh, Lucy hops up onto her friend’s lap, straddling him, rubbing her labia along the throbbing manhood beneath her.
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