Perverts 'R' Us

Family Life

By Martin ( F/m, inc, cheat )

NOTE: This was inspired by a suggestion from a reader - JO hope you like it.

Boy, have we just had a lucky escape! My useless turd of a husband walked into the kitchen just as I was giving Danny an early morning hand job before he left for school. What a worthless piece of shit that man is! Normally, he sleeps late after he's come back from a business trip.

Thankfully, he had his head in the damn Financial Times as usual and so didn't notice that I had our son's throbbing cock in my hand. By the time he did look up, Danny had turned away and I was wiping his pre-cum off on my dressing gown.

God how I hate him! He's been in Japan on business for a week with the result that I've been fucked senseless every night (and some afternoons too) by our hunky good-looking 15-year-old son. What a cock that boy has and, thanks to his Mother's careful teaching, does he know how to use it! Now that limp-dick's back home, of course, that's over for a while. Damn!

But I'm getting ahead of myself. You don't know who we are or what's going on. Let me explain.

My name's Barbara. I'm 39, live in London and I'm married to a merchant banker named Jerry who's 50 and hasn't had a real hardon since…..well… never, I suppose. Certainly not during the 17 years we've been married. Danny is our son and everything his Daddy is not. Big, handsome, horny as hell, and with a large and gorgeous cock.

As you've gathered "incest" is just a word to Danny and me. We fuck and we enjoy it. The fact that it's a "taboo" just adds to the spice of it all. "How did it all start" you ask? Well I'll tell you.

As I say, Jerry is crap between the sheets. When he can get it hard, it's over in minutes and he's only ever made me cum twice in our married life. So, to keep myself from dying of frustration, I have affairs. That's putting it a bit too seriously. I meet guys - usually married - for sex. No emotion, we just fuck.

About a year ago, I had gone to meet this guy whom I'd been seeing for a few months, intending to spend the afternoon in a hotel room screwing each other stupid. We met in the bar of the hotel before, as I thought, going up to our room and he tells me, the little shit, that he's decided to stop seeing me and he's going to try and be faithful to his wife. Fucking cow!

With that he left and, randy as hell and in a foul temper, there was nothing else to do but to get a cab home. What I couldn't know was that this was going to be the best day of my life.

I paid off the cab when I got home and went it. It was about 2:00pm and the house should have been empty. I went upstairs and opened my bedroom door. What I saw then I will NEVER forget!

On his knees by our bed, stark naked with his eyes tight shut and his head thrown back, was my 14-year-old son Danny. He had a pair of my black panties in his hand and he was wanking the hardest, longest cock I'd seen in a long time.

But what really got my pussy moist was that on the bed were three photos - one of me in an evening dress at some dull office bash of Jerry's, one of me on holiday in a bikini, and finally one of my wedding photos, me in a chair in my wedding dress.

Danny was moaning to himself, "Oh you fucking bitch, Mum. You fucking bitch. Take my cum, you slut. Take your son's cum like the whore you are!"

This was wonderful. I never thought for a second about emotional trauma, religious taboos, whether it was illegal, or anything like that. I was randy, angry, and I KNEW that in my son I had found someone with the same sexual urges and total disregard of any sort of morality when it came to satisfying them!

"Well, well, well." I said. "What have we here? A little mummy-worship?"

Danny came back to reality with a start and opened his eyes wide. He stammered something - God knows what, I didn't care - and somehow got to his feet. His cock, I noticed, was now only at a half-stand. "We'll soon fix that," I thought to myself.

I went over towards him and he backed away. I suppose I must have looked a bit scary. When I had him with his back up against the wardrobe, I leaned right up close to him and hissed "Get it hard mister! Mummy wants cock and she wants it now!"

With that I put my hand around his beautiful cock and started to wank him gently. At the same time, I put my face in his and started to kiss him, really working my tongue in his mouth and pushing my tits into his chest.

I felt his cock stiffen. This was going to be fun.

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