She continued. “But I don’t want you to abandon your lifestyle just for me, honey. I’m your mother before anything else. So be sure to think about this seriously. I’m an old woman compared to you, and we will need to stop this eventually.”
Vincent smiled. “Mom, I’m already sure about this. I have been thinking about the ups and downs of this for years.”
“I just don’t want you to have regrets, sweetie.” Emma confessed.
“I would never regret this. I’m your son. So even if we stop doing that, our bond would never be broken.” He assured her.
Then, he seemed to remember something. “You weren’t serious about the baby, right?”
Emma smiled. “No, I wasn’t. It was safe. This is a serious thing that requires a long consideration and planning. I would never allow it to happen because of a sudden impulse.”
Vincent seemed a little shocked, and… intrigued. “So are you saying it’s on the table?!”
“Maybe.” Emma gave him a mischievous look. “Don’t worry about that right now. Focus on the moment.”
They shared a passionate kiss after that. Then, Emma’s gaze fell on me. She whispered something in his ear and he looked at me. He gave her a small nod.
“Dad, your wife doesn’t want you to feel left out. Well, I don’t either. So you can join us if you want.” My son invited me to my own bed where she brutally fucked his mother and my wife minutes ago.
“Come, honey. You must be in pain with your balls still full.” Emma said to me. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you abstained from cumming.”
I was more than eager to oblige. I got up from my seat and walked to them. It was just a few steps but they watched me to get closer. Emma wasn’t wrong. I was dying to get some relief. My dick was standing proudly and pointing right toward them.
I stood beside the bed before laying Emma’s other side, trapping her between the two most important men in her life.
I don’t know how you pictured me in your minds until now, but I’m not a fat and bald man who enjoys getting her wife fucked by other men. In fact, Vincent and I are not much different when it comes to the body type.
My build is similar to Vincent’s. Our height is almost the same. Of course, he has an advantage because of his youth. However, I am not a pudgy man. And I always kept my wife satisfied.
Back to the moment, Emma was between us. I immediately captured her lips with fervor, as if I was marking my territory. It was such a strange feeling. I didn’t know what to feel. Yes, I was jealous. But the fact it was my son who fucked my wife complicated things. There was a part of me that didn’t think I didn’t have to be jealous, but the other possessive part didn’t agree.
I bit her lips, almost causing them to bleed. I broke the kiss and told her, “I have never been this turned on my entire life, honey. I’m about to explode.”
Emma grabbed my dick, which was also similar to Vincent’s, and stroked it a little. I groaned in pleasure. “Tell me, love. What do you want me to do?” She gave the control to me.
I pondered for a few seconds. “How about you work on Vincent’s dick with your mouth while I take you from behind? I’m sure he is not done with you. Right, Vincent?”
He looked at me. “Of course not, Dad. I would be an idiot if I was.”
“Okay, Get in between his legs, Emma. Your face looking at him and your ass looking at the door.”
“Come on, Mom, This was just an appetizer until now. I’m still hungry.” He smirked at her.
Even at this point, Emma seemed shy. Well, getting instructions from her husband and son to move into position only to get fucked hard can do that to a woman like her. She was still conflicted between her lustful and demure sides.
But she complied without a word. Getting in position, she immediately began her work. She grabbed and stroked her son’s half-erect dick. A moment later, she took his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on them.
Vincent quickly reacted to her touch. He brought his right hand to her head and guided her. Seeing my wife’s mouth working on a dick that wasn’t mine up close, I didn’t wait any longer.
I took my position behind her and looked at her used body. The marks from all their rough activities were clearly visible. The handprints on her ass and the hickeys he left all over her body only brought me to the edge more.
I grabbed her hips and directed my dick to her pussy entrance. Then, I buried myself into her to the hilt without warning. Emma gasped while she still had Vincent in her mouth.
‘When did this cock-hungry bitch of a wife switch from his balls to the dick?’
I relished the feeling of her freshly-fucked pussy gripping my length. I could feel Vincent’s still warm fluids sticking to my dick. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel disgusted. I can’t blame him for wanting to impregnate this amazing woman. It was just basic instinct and I would have done the same thing if I was in his shoes. Well, I was kind of in his shoes.
Not being able to wait any longer, I began my thrusts. Sloppy sounds from my fucking and her sucking mixed with my grunts and her moans filled the room. I was in great pleasure. I fucked her like a madman, probably competing subconsciously with Vincent’s fucking she received a few minutes ago.
My eyes met with Vincent’s for a moment. He smiled at me while having her mother service him with her mouth. I could see he felt my thrusts through her mouth.
Suddenly, my jealousy and slight anger came back. I tightened my hold on her hips and increased my speed. The spanks she received from Vincent and the sounds she made rang in my ears. I gritted my teeth and raised my right hand.
At that moment, Vincent gave me a nod. ‘That bastard,’ I thought.
But I still brought down my hand to her buttock with a hard slap. Emma gave the reaction I wanted. Her whimper with a cock in her mouth only encouraged me more. I spanked her a second time. Then switched to the other buttock.
This continued for a few minutes. Rough fucking and slight spanks. I felt her soggy pussy clenching around my dick, indicating her imminent orgasm. That bitch was enjoying this way too much.
I gave her another hard spank. “You slutty bitch. You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Having your husband fuck you hard and your son’s dick in your throat?”
“Mmm.” Emma only let out a moan. Her body trembled soon and she came while having a dick in her pussy and her mouth at the same time. Her bobbing movements on Vincent’s dick stopped due to her orgasm.
But Vincent wasn’t happy about it. “Who told you to stop, bitch?” He grabbed her head with his both hands and started to fuck her face.
The whore-like treatment Emma received from us aroused me more. I grabbed her jiggling tits roughly with both hands. Using them as leverage, I increased my pace even more.
Emma was truly just a toy at this moment. She just let us release our frustrations. Vincent buried himself in her mouth almost to the hilt. Her occasional gagging sounds were another turn-on for us.
My orgasm was approaching. I felt my balls tightening and my seed churning in them. Then, not long after, I gave her a few of my long thrusts and buried myself into her with one final thrust. I growled and felt my seed pumping into her womb.
It was an intense feeling. The situation only added to it. I emptied my balls into her for almost a minute, all while Vincent was still fucking her face at high speed. I collapsed to the side when my pumping was over. I lay down to recover and catch my breath while seeing her head bobbing in my peripheral vision.
I don’t know how long Vincent fucked her mouth like it was a pussy, but at one point Emma brought her hand to massage his balls as if wanting him to cum sooner.
Finally, Vincent’s movement quickened. His hold on her hair tightened. However, just as he was about to come down her throat a second time, he pulled out and made her lie down on her back.
Vincent brought his dick to her face and began to stroke it himself. His intention was clear. Even in her properly fucked state, Emma managed to massage his balls again. Vincent grunted and white slimy fluid began to flow out from his dick on Emma’s face.
The amount was surprising if you consider that was his third orgasm. He really painted her face like he said. His sperm trickled down from her chin to her neck. Even her beautiful hair got some.
“You look amazing with my cum all over your face. The face everyone knows as innocent and loving. What would they think if they see you now, you slut?” Vincent said.
“I don’t care.” Emma managed to say with her eyes closed. She was seemingly exhausted.
Vincent smirked. “Of course, you don’t.” Then, he collapsed to her other side.
We lay there I don’t know how long. The only sound heard was our breaths. Three sexually satisfied people basked in the post-orgasm tranquility. Though I wasn’t sure about the ‘satisfied’ part. I came only once after all. And I was sure they wanted to continue as well if it wasn’t for their exhaustion and slight pain.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes, Vincent stated. “You drained me, woman. My balls are aching.”
“Mmm.” Emma only answered with a low hum. She was dozing off, but she needed to be cleaned.
“Vincent, change the sheets. There are clean ones.” I pointed to the bedroom closet. “I need to clean her.”
“Okay, Dad.” Vincent obliged. I was happy and proud that he didn’t have any funny ideas about relationship dynamics. We were his parents. And I wouldn’t initiate this whole thing if I didn’t think he was mature enough. Our son was smart and logical.
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