Family Bonding

My name is James. A happily married, 42-year-old man. My wife is Emma. She is the same age as me. We got married at the age of 18 because she got pregnant. One thing led to another and our parents learned about it, and they didn’t want us to get rid of the child. Actually, I think they were even excited a little to have a grandchild so early. So they decided to help us until we were a self-sufficient family.

Before long, our son Vincent was born. He brought a purpose and so much happiness to our families. His grandparents spoiled him so much. Not to mention, Emma didn’t take long before she took the role of a mother. She was so young, both of us were, yet she didn’t complain about anything.

Two years later, she was pregnant again. It was a surprise and I can’t say we welcomed the news. We were still young and we already had a baby to take care of. But all of those concerns were swept away when our daughter Lucy was born. A girl brought a different kind of happiness to our family. So we loved her all the same.

Fortunately, we didn’t regret getting married at such a young age. Our mutual liking toward each other developed into an intense love in a short time, and I made sure she didn’t have any “what ifs” until today.

Emma was always an innocent and loving woman. That was what attracted me to her in the first place. On top of that, she was beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. Long auburn hair, smooth pale skin, a beautiful face with sharp characteristics, soft ample breasts, plump curvy ass, and long womanly legs. I don’t know if it was because I was in love with her, but she was perfect. I even felt insecure occasionally and couldn’t believe this woman was mine.

And believe me, I made use of her beauty at every opportunity. I was, and still am, a man with high libido. And it didn’t help that I had a woman like Emma at arm’s length. It was impossible to resist her. Lucky for me, she wasn’t so different from me in that aspect. We didn’t leave each other unsatisfied.

Coming to the point, three years ago from now, I discovered something… let’s say, intriguing. Vincent was 18 years old at that time and I noticed a change in the way he looked at her mother, Emma. He would check her out when he thought no one was looking. I caught him so many times when he was staring at Emma’s ass or breasts.

I thought it was normal since he was an adolescent and it would pass. But it didn’t. Two years passed catching him looking at his mother with lustful eyes. I didn’t do anything since he didn’t act on it. Sure, he was wanking or fucking some girl while thinking about Emma but who cares? Not to mention, I began to have fantasies at some point thanks to that bastard son of mine.

I was always a pervert but my perversion only leveled up throughout the years. So I imagined him with Emma in bed, doing lewd things, and it thrilled me. It invigorated me. Next, I was thinking about it during our bedtime activities. Eventually, before I even realized it, I was mending Emma’s mind toward the idea. I didn’t know if would be able to share him with another man but in this case, it was our son. And this somehow made it more desirable.

Of course, she was disgusted by it at the beginning. But I didn’t give up. I encouraged her to give Vincent a little show and observe him. After the first attempt and immediate confirmation of my claim, she was extremely embarrassed. Her reaction surprised me, but not so much. I expected a little anger but no, upon seeing Vincent’s lustful stares, she was ashamed and blushing hardly.

And that sight aroused me immensely. I somehow took her to our bedroom and fucked her with so much vigor. It was one of the most intense lovemakings of our bedroom repertoire. I didn’t miss the opportunity for dirty talk to encourage her further.

“Why are you so horny, honey? Did you really like our son’s stares that much?” I asked her while thrusting in and out of her copiously wet pussy.

She didn’t answer for a while, but then, “I can ask you the same thing?”

That little fiend. She didn’t even deny it, and I was pleasantly surprised. “What if I am? Would you like to replace me with him if I am okay with it?”

She didn’t reply this time, but I could feel her arousal caused by the mere idea. I was even almost sure that she was imagining Vincent at that moment.

Well, I couldn’t blame her. Vincent was a ladies’ man since his adolesce and he was extremely handsome. Clearly, he took his mother’s genes mostly. Not that I was ugly, by the way. I consider myself above average. And not just his face, but her body was also impressive thanks to his workout sessions.

Months passed with Vincent’s sensual stares and our intense fuckings caused by him. Finally, I convinced Emma to have a ride with Vincent. It was a very big step and I could see she was so nervous despite desiring it herself as well. One leak to the outside of the family and we would be doomed. Nevertheless, our desires got the best out of us.

We spent a few months more planning it and also giving encouragement to each other. Vincent was 21 years old and we were 39 at that time. And it was finally the big day. Lucy was at her friend’s house for a sleepover and Vincent was home. It was a rare thing because he was a social young man. We made up something to make him stay at home for that night, and it was a ‘now or never’ kind of thing for us.

We were in our bedroom and he was in his room. I gave my last encouraging words to Emma and she left to go to his room, wearing only a provoking nightgown. I waited and waited, anxiousness creeping into my mind. And finally, Emma returned with a flushed face 15 minutes later, I think. It felt much longer.

Emma’s nervousness kicked in the moment she got in and closed the door. So it was my job to calm her down.

“Calm down, honey. I’m here with you.”

She told me what happened. Apparently, she went to her room and they made small talk for a few minutes, all while Emma gave him tempting looks and movements in her extremely sexy nightwear. Then she gave him a provocative kiss on his neck and told him that she will be waiting in our bedroom before leaving his room.

“Do you think I was vague? Maybe he didn’t understand what I implied?” She began to panic.

I smiled. “Trust me. He knows exactly what you implied. He is probably just shocked and trying to gather his thoughts.”

“But, what if he doesn’t come? What if he doesn’t want it?” She questioned.

“Honey, we know he wants it. Whether he is brave enough or not is on him. We did our part. Even if he doesn’t come, we will just pretend like nothing happened unless he mentions it first. But I’m pretty sure he will come. Trust me, honey. I know our son. He is just trying to wrap his head around it. He will come.”

I was nervous too but I tried to not show it much to Emma. After what seemed like half an hour of calming Emma, there was a knock on the door. Emma stiffened, beginning to panic again.

I gave her an encouraging smile and said, “Come in.”

The door opened and Vincent got in before closing the door again. He stood there while his eyes examined us.

I looked at him. “Vincent, we have been waiting for you. Your mother was about to lose her mind because of anxiety.” I joked to lighten the atmosphere. “I’m sure you figured out the situation by now.”

Vincent’s expression was blank. A few seconds passed while he studied us, especially Emma. “I did.” He replied finally. “But I must ask. Are you both hundred percent sure about that? You know there is no turning back.”

Hearing her words, I felt proud. He was being logical before giving in to his desires. A very rare thing among young people.

“We discussed this long enough and have been planning it for a long time. Don’t worry. We are sure. Right, honey?”

Emma gave a nod after a few seconds. During all of their conversation, Emma wasn’t able to make eye contact with Vincent. She was way too embarrassed and shy. “I hope you are too.” I said to Vincent.

“It’s not that big of a deal to me. I just don’t want you to feel awkward afterward.” Vincent replied confidently. I could see while his looks were from her mother, his perversion was coming from me. Well, maybe from both of us considering the situation.

“As I said, don’t worry. If anything, I think it will strengthen our bond as a family.”

“Okay,” Vincent replied. “So, how it’s gonna be? A threesome?”

‘Forthright,’ I thought. ‘I like it.’

“Well, since it’s your first time together, I will leave her to your care. I will just sit back and enjoy the show for now if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” He said while his eyes traveled along Emma’s body.

“Then, by all means, she is yours.” I presented her to him with my hands and went to sit on the armchair, which I adjusted beforehand to have the most suitable look over the bed.

Emma stood by the bed, still fidgeting with her fingers and looking at the ground. Vincent approached her and held her chin with his right-hand thumb and index finger, and made her look at his face by lifting her head.

“Do you know how much you have been torturing me, Mom? For years.” He asked her.

Emma averted her eyes again. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She barely managed to say under his intense gaze. She had always been the superior one in the mother-son relationship until that moment. Seeing her all shy and flustered in front of her own son was an indescribable sight. My dick was already begging to be released under my pants.

“Fuck.” Vincent murmured under his breath but it was loud enough to hear in the silent room, and I knew why he did it. Her shy attitude only aroused him further. I always enjoyed her shy and naive side. ‘Like father like son’, I thought. Not to mention, the fact that she was his own mother added to the intensity of his feelings.

He tightened his hold on her chin and said, “Look at me.”

Emma fixed her hazy eyes on his face again, looking up with her burning cheeks. Vincent was a tall man. Her height was at his shoulder level.

“Were you aware of it and tortured me on purpose?” He questioned. “Because if you did, punishment is on the way.”