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From: Digi Moo <digimoo99@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} One Perfect Family (Wife, Incest, Cuckold)
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Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2015 05:10:33 -0400
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Our perfect family.

by Digimoo

Father fails to enforce limits with his horny teenage son and pays for it
with his wife.
(mF Incest, Cuckold)


Tina, my wife, was standing in the hallway when I got home from work, hands
on hips and holding a pair of panties in one hand.

"Look what I found in your son's bedroom this morning!" she proclaimed.

"What?" I asked, a little confused. "Had he had some girl up there?"
Strangely I felt a little proud of my son, but I hadn't realised he was
dating. At 16 he should have been, but mostly stayed in his room.

Tina sighed, obviously I was being stupid. "They're mine, you idiot. He's
stolen them out of our hamper and used them for God knows what. I need you
to talk to him about it."

Oh dear, I didn't want to do that, but I nodded. That seemed to satisfy her
and she turned around and walked up the stairs. I watched her trim
jeans-clad arse and admired it. In her mid 30's, my wife had a very good
figure, but our sex life had been intermittent for a long time now, to the
point it was a very long time since I'd felt her respond to my touch, since
my dick slid between her thighs. We slept in the same bed, but each time
I'd reached for her, she'd turned her back for some time now.

Marcus, our son, was already home from school, but music playing meant he
was probably doing homework or something and I didn't want to disturb him.
Soon enough it was tea time and he joined us, but despite my wife's pointed
glares and stony silence, I felt really awkward raising the subject. I
imagined he'd been sniffing them - at his age I had been horny as hell and
had done the same thing with my mother's knickers, but had been a lot more
careful than Marcus. I still remembered the heady musk that activated with
warmth and a little saliva, stuffing them into my mouth as I furiously beat
me meat. I wondered if I should try it again, indeed Tina's willingness to
have sex with me had dried up some time ago and I had had to resort to
masturbation myself for some months.

So I said nothing and that night my wife turned her back to me yet again in
bed.

Two days later, she told me he'd been in the clothes hamper again and
stolen another pair of her used panties.  "Really, you must tell him to
stop." she told me, and again I nodded and again I failed to. I guess I
assumed it would pass, that he'd find something else to whack off to.

The next evening when I returned, she was again waiting for me. "I caught
him doing it!" she said, obviously disgusted - but with a strange glint in
her eye.

"Doing what?" I replied, head still full of work stuff.

"I went into his room to clean - I didn't knock, I hadn't realised he was
home from school yet - and he was sitting on his bed with my panties
wrapped around his, his thing, masturbating!"

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, nothing, I was totally shocked. I just stared at him, but he kept on
going! He was staring me in the face whilst he jerked off into my knickers!"

I was speechless. That was pretty shocking, I don't know how he had the
cheek.

"Then what?" I heard myself ask.

Tina swallowed and continued. "Then he wadded them up and threw them at me,
I couldn't not catch them and I felt the wetness in my hand. Do you know he
actually winked and said 'Thanks, Mum' before he pulled his trousers back
up? I couldn't believe it and I just shut the door and put them in the
wash. Really, you MUST tell him off - I feel really shaky and almost
violated. Please John, go up there now and tell him to never do anything
like that again."

Again I nodded. Obviously that's what I should do. I put my coat on the peg
and climbed the stairs. But at the top, I looked through the open door into
Marcus' room and saw him sat at his computer doing his homework. I really
couldn't believe that he had done what Tina said. No, surely not. I quietly
said hi to him and walked past into our bedroom to change. Again, Tina gave
me the cold shoulder for the rest of the night. I was puzzled at myself for
not telling him off, but it just seemed so unusual I was quite rattled and
unsure of what I would say if I did challenge him.

The next evening, as Tina and I lay in our bed watching tv just before we
went to sleep, the door opened and Marcus walked in. He was in his pyjamas,
which were tenting at the front with an obvious erection. He walked over to
the laundry hamper, ignoring us completely, and ferretted around inside.
Pulling out a pair of his mother's dirty underwear, he put them up to his
nose and inhaled deeply. This seemed to please him as he replaced the lid,
smiled quickly to us as if seeing us for the first time, and returned to
his own room. Tina and I looked at each other quite shocked and speechless
as rythmic sounds came through the wall.  Finally my wife asked quietly,
"Well?"

"Well what?" I countered.

"What are you going to do about him?" she asked, as we both heard him
grunting softly nearby.

"I think the question is more what are you going to do about him, Tina.
It's your underwear he's interested in so I think it's your problem."

That shocked her. To this day I'm not sure why I was so blunt with her,
this wasn't actually her fault but my loyalties somehow rested with my son.
Having been in his position myself, I did understand his need - and also
the embarrassment we'd cause him by making it an issue. A strangely, I
think I was a little proud that he had the balls to do this. Marcus has
struggled with self confidence in his past, but clearly he was overcoming
that now. And coming over something else, if the sounds were a guide.

Sure enough, a few minutes later he returned and dropped off the underwear
back in the hamper and bid us 'Good night' as if nothing was out of the
ordinary.

Tina and I lay awake for a long time that night, neither talking, each of
us thinking.

And so it went for a week. Marcus would visit each night after we'd got
into bed and repeat this performance. It's amazing how quickly one gets
used to the unusual until it becomes usual. I didn't think there was any
harm, really, and even Tina relaxed about it.

Tina and I went out for a meal the next Friday night, and we'd had a good
evening at a restaurant and then at a bar. She was giggling like a little
girl as our taxi dropped us back and I let us into the house, hoping for
some love tonight even though we hadn't made love for months. She often
gets horny when she drinks, and had been flirting with the barman earlier
and I'd seen her nipples push against her dress as she laughed at his jokes
and twirled her hair around a finger. She hadn't been keen to leave but we
did have to be getting back.

The lights were on and Marcus was sitting at the foot of the stairs,
clearly waiting for us. We were a good hour later back than our usual bed
time and he was upset.

"You're late!" he said, obviously angry with us.

"Sorry love," said Tina, "we stopped off for a little drink."

Marcus stood there and slowly raised one hand, holding it out towards us.
We must have looked puzzled as he explained, patiently as if we were the
children.

"I can't sleep without doing it, and I need your undies to do it. Hand them
over" he said.

I was shocked into speechlessness, but Tina clearly wanted me to tell our
son off. When it became clear I wasn't going to do anything, she slid her
hands under the hem of the black dress she was wearing, reached up and
hooked the sides of her underwear with each thumb and slowly slid it down
and, lifting one foot and then the other, lifted it clear of herself. She
dangled what was quite a skimpy and lacy g-string by one hand and Marcus
stepped forwards, grabbed it and positioned the gusset over his nose before
giving it a bit sniff. Almost immediately his pyjamas started tenting as
his excitement grew and he turned and climbed the stairs back to his room.

I was still standing there shocked as he left and my wife gave me a
scornful look before continuing into the lounge. I followed her in and
asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Because you obviously don't care what your pervy son gets up to and I'm
tired of waiting for you to discipline him." she replied, and poured
herself a gin and tonic from the drinks cabinet.

I poured myself a drink and joined her on the sofa as she turned on the TV.
Strangely, I became aware that my own penis was erect - was I really
getting turned on by this? My own wife was just handing over her used
underwear to our son, who was whacking off with them and clearly none of us
had a problem with that. After half an hour of drinking and watching, my
wife was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. I turned off the TV, laid a
blanket over her and went to bed, closing the door after me.  As I passed
my son's room, I saw him also asleep, with his mother's underwear still
wadded up on his crotch. I walked on and slipped into my own bed.

Something woke me - a noise perhaps. I was disoriented and turning over,
was surprised to find my wife not asleep next to me. A few foggy moments of
alarm when I remembered, the alcohol still in my bloodstream making my
thoughts sluggish. As I lay there I heard the noise again, from downstairs.
It was the lounge door creaking open. I thought maybe Tina had woken up and
was going to the toilet, but after a few minutes as no toilet noises
followed, and no steps on the stairs as she came to bed, I grew curious and
got up and carefully walked through the darkness, lit only by streetlights
outside.

The lounge door was open, of course, and Marcus was inside. I could see the
sofa from half-way down the stairs, so halted and took in the scene before
me.

He'd lifted the blanket off his mother, and had also raised her dress up
above her hips, revealing her naked lower half, which was laid sideways and
bottom towards him as she softly snored into the cushions. Marcus was
completely naked and kneeling before her, examing his mother's rear end. I
held my breath and watched as he licked one finger and poked very carefully
at her soft folds. Although I couldn't see her actual vagina from this
angle, I knew it would be pursed towards him like a burger bun, and after
her flirting earlier was probably still a little damp. He seemed to be
tracing the outline, which would normally be tickling but clearly she was
out of it. He dipped his finger forwards and withdraw it, licking wetness
from it. Tasting his mother's musky juices directly from the source instead
of by proxy via the pantie medium.

Clearly Marcus enjoyed the taste as his other hand was pumping in the
shadows of his groin. He raised himself up a little and I gasped softly as
I saw the size of his penis - it was significant, even at a young age, and
looked in the soft light through the window that it was as hard as steel.
He put one hand on his mother's rounded and soft buttock and lined this
turgid member at the entrance of his own mother's cunt. I was pretty hard
myself at the wrongness of this. Two people I loved lying exposed and about
to engage in the oldest taboo known to man. Incest. Between son and his
mother. I sat down and released my throbbing dick and started rubbing it as
I watched Marcus gentle lean forwards, ever so softly and ever so slowly. I
imagined rather than saw the hairless lips of my wife's most private
entrance being separated by my descendant's indecent cock. Slowly he slid
forwards and moved his hand from his cock to the back cushions of the sofa
as he thrust inwards. Eventually he reached the deepest point and again,
slowly withdrew, showing surprisingly patience. I wondered if he was scared
of waking his mother but he'd shown so little regard for her sensibilities
I thought it was more likely he just wanted to savour the moment for his
own pleasure. He wasn't to know I was also savouring this moment, my right
hand mimicking his movements as he slid slowly back and forth inside the
tunnel that brought him into the world.

Gradually his tempo rose until he was thrusting back and forth, making my
unconscious wife's body move with each push. I marvelled that she wasn't
waking - although perhaps she was and merely playing unconscious? No way to
tell.

Marcus eventually climaxed, thrusting deep and hard into Tina's cunt and I
imagined his virile young sperm flooding out into her vagina and deep into
her womb. My own balls tightened as I released my load fruitlessly into my
hand.

"Wow," I thought, as I silently stood and crept back into my bed. That was
amazingly hot! As I lay there, I heard my son's footsteps climb the stairs
and go into his room. The bedsprings creaked and I knew he would be asleep
quickly. I lay awake, thinking about this momentous evening and shortly I
felt myself rise a second time. I reached over and fished into the laundry
basket and fished out an older pair of Tina's knickers and, holding them
over my nose with my left hand, I masturbated slowly under the covers,
re-living the earlier events and licking then inhaling the musk of her sex
which lingered on the material.

I awoke to the resigned voice of my wife, "Oh, not you as well?"  As I
struggled towards wakefulness, I peeled her underwear from my face and
tried to think of a reasonable explanation, but couldn't. Clearly, in
Tina's eyes, I was just as perverted as her son. She had no idea just how
perverted we had both been last night, nor seemed to know she had been
violated. She sighed and removed her dress and stepped into the shower and
took a long wash.

Amazingly, as the day progressed it was clear she had no memory of the
evening after getting home - or was pretending it had never happened. Our
Saturday progressed as usual, and as usual we ate our meal and settled in
front of the TV as a family, watching a film. The film had adult themes,
and about half-way in, there was a mild sex scene. I was sat on one side of
the sofa, Tina in the middle and Marcus at the other end - and I became
aware of a now familiar rhythm. I looked across to see Marcus had his penis
sticking through his fly and was masturbating. Tina was obviously aware but
keeping her eyes on the screen. After a few minutes of this, Marcus said,
"Mum, can I use your underwear again please?"  Neither of us said anything,
as usual, and he repeated his question in a louder tone, without the
'please'.

Tina looked at me, and this time it was my turn to latch onto the screen. I
wasn't going to say no on her behalf.

My wife stood up in front of us. Slowly, she undid her jeans button and we
heard the fly go down. Leaning forwards, she bent over and lowered both
jeans and underwear together in one fluid movement. Removing both, she left
the jeans on the floor and passed Marcus her warm underwear.

"Thanks Mum," said Marcus, and resumed his masturbating as Tina sat back
down between us. I put my hand on her naked thigh. Seeing this, Marcus
stopped masturbating and his hand mirrored mine on the other thigh. It
didn't stay there for long, and gradually reached down and before long was
gently stroking my wife's most delicate of lips. I looked at Tina's face to
see her eyes were now closed and she was softly biting her lip. Responding
to the attention, her legs gradually spread allowing Marcus' fingers to dip
into her liquid channel. Marcus rubbed her channel, bumping against the
clitoris and this was having an obvious affect on Tina and the smell of her
lubricating sex rose to fill the room.

The film now long forgotten, Marcus rose and again knelt in front of his
mother's sex, examining it closely. I wondered if I should close the
curtains to the street, but somehow the risk of being observed added even
more to the taboo, the wrongness of the moment. I felt movement and Tina
scooted forwards on the sofa, spreading her legs even wider. With a wisdom
before his years, Marcus leant forwards and started licking his mother's
vagina. Instantly she moaned and one hand went to her breast, twisting a
nipple through her bra and blouse.

I sit immobile next to my wife as our son licked her to a moaning orgasm.
Both of them ignored me in their carnal desire as he licked and licked her
to a second climax within a few short minutes.

Opening her eyes, Tina gently put her hand on his forehead and pushed him
away from her gaping twat enough for her to stand up, with him standing in
front of her, his young penis solidly sticking out between the buttons of
his pyjamas. Taking him by the hand, she started to lead him out of the
lounge. When I stood up to follow, she shot me a dark look and said, "No -
you stay here. I think we have a new man of the house now."

Marcus was smiling, his mother's juices still wet around his mouth.

"But... I'm your husband!" I countered.

"You sure as hell haven't acted like a husband, nor much of a father. I
gave you a chance to stop this, hell - I gave you several chances, but you
stood by and let it happen. Well now I'm taking our boy upstairs and he's
going to fuck me, John. Your son, Marcus. My son, Marcus. I'm going to let
him have his way with your wife on our marriage bed, now. I don't want to
see you until morning!"

I sat back down, all my wind having left me and watched as Tina led Marcus
up the stairs. I fumbled with the remote control and turned off the TV, and
for the next two hours listened to them fucking. Marcus was young and
obviously came quickly, but he also recovered fast and seemed to go several
times and by the noise my wife made, was certainly satisfying her in a way
I hadn't had the opportunity to for months. Aware of my still throbbing
need, I took my penis in my hand and masturbated to the sound they made,
releasing a large jet of semen over my shamed belly and at some point fell
asleep on the sofa.

I woke to the sounds of noisy sex and, when they'd finished, the sounds of
a shower.

Tina came down alone and started making breakfast, so I walked through to
the kitchen and joined her.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well yourself." she answered, clearly irritated by me. She was wearing one
of my t-shirts and nothing else. It ended just below the curve of her
buttocks and damn, she looked hot as she reached up into a cupboard to get
some cups.

I waited, knowing she would answer, and she did.

Sighing, she finished making coffee and put a cup in front of me and sat
down at the table.

"Look, John. I didn't want last night to happen, but I just got so tired of
fighting it alone. I needed you to be a man for me, be my man and also a
father to our son, but you failed us. So, I have given in to his teenage
horniness and, well, some of my own desires too. I enjoyed what happened, I
felt a closeness I haven't done with you for some time. What's more, John,
I want this to continue. I find our son sexy now that I've been forced to
think of him that way and as you saw, he has no problem with social
expectations. So - I'll sleep with him again. Probably today, probably more
than once, probably as soon as he wants me. You can't stop it and I no
longer want you to try. "

I must have looked shocked, as indeed I was. I couldn't speak, I had a lump
in my throat and a hot, churning stomach. I had no idea what to do, what to
say.

"There's something else, John..." she continued, and wasn't able to meet my
eye now.

"I stopped taking the Pill some time ago. Didn't seem much point as our own
sex life had gone south. It's two weeks since my last period, that means
I'm fertile and we haven't used a condom. Marcus is certainly producing a
lot of healthy young sperm and I think there's a better than evens chance
that I'm now carrying his son. My son, hell, I'm probably pregnant with my
own grandchild!" and she laughed a little at that absurdity.

I want you to stick around though, John. We get on okay, you and me, even
if the sex has been bad for years. If you want to, I'll let you watch us
sometimes. If Marcus lets me, I might even give you a blow job on your
birthday in a couple of weeks, but we won't have sex again. I'm his now,
not yours. Keep earning the money, let's keep pretending to be the perfect
family for everyone else, and when my baby starts growing, we'll tell
people it's yours. Only us three will ever know the truth...
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