No More Secrets

by: Tom Borden

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I recently had an interesting and revealing experience with my father, who not long ago celebrated his 65th birthday.  I am 35 years old and the youngest of three children, all boys.  I also have three sons of my own. 

I provided each of my sons, as they entered their teenage years, a rather tepid talk on the facts of life—how babies are born, male and female anatomy, etc.  This was considered the rather modern thing to do for boys at that age.  It was a talk my father never gave to any of his own three sons—me included—leaving us to gather all our sexual misinformation from our playground friends.  It occasionally seemed to me that Dad wanted to enlighten us about the Facts of Life, but just never found the right moment or the opportunity to do so.

Shortly after turning 65, Dad was found to have prostate cancer.  He did intense research on the various treatments available, but after great deliberation, decided to have the prostate removed altogether through robotic surgery.  Several months later, following his recovery, however, he fell and broke his hip, necessitating a hip replacement.  Being a particularly strong and healthy man otherwise, he recovered from both his surgeries, according to his surgeons, in record time.

Dad and I were always close . . . as close as most fathers and sons.  In fact, being his youngest, I liked to entertain the notion that I was his favorite son.  I’m not sure why I believed that.  We’d always talked a lot about a lot of things, but never about anything really personal.  When he was still working, he frequently took me with him on business trips, and I just enjoyed being with him.

But let me get back to the interesting and revealing experience I recently had with Dad some time after he’d been through both the prostate and hip surgeries.  He had been invited to attend a ceremony in Chicago where he was to receive an award for some breakthrough process he’d devised for his company just before he retired. 

Following dinner one evening, we sat quietly in our hotel room, with me half-heartedly reading the newspaper, and Dad engrossed in some business journal.  Soon, I put my paper down and looked at him.  I wondered how a man of 65 could look so healthy.  So hale and hearty, especially after having gone under the knife, so to speak, so recently.  He’d always been a strikingly handsome man and was known by all to have an enormously appealing and ingratiating personality.

“Dad, I’m curious,” I said.  “Your two surgeries were both serious procedures in a way.  Which one bothered you the most?  I mean which one was more painful and involved the hardest recovery?”

Dad closed and put his journal aside.  He smiled as though he was glad we were about to have a conversation. 

“That’s hard to say, really.  The recovery was kind of difficult with each of them, but the Doc said I snapped back from both in good time.”

“Dad, we didn’t talk about this before your prostate surgery, but did you ever consider radiation or seeding, rather than having your prostate removed altogether?  I know some guys are advised by their doctors to simply wait and watch since it isn’t a fast growing cancer.”

Dad shook his head.  “I saw a slew of specialists and weighed all the alternatives, son.  The cancer hadn’t spread and robotic surgery was the best one for me.”

“But Dad,” I said.  “losing your prostate is losing a piece of your body.  An important piece of any man’s body.”

Dad laughed.  “Eric, I’m no longer interested in creating more kids at this age.  As you must know, that’s the only thing the prostate is good for.  Nothing’s changed for me.”

“Well, in a way,” I said, “I suppose not, but I don’t understand why you’re not changed in some way after losing that important organ.”

“You have to realize, Eric, that robotic surgery does not involve cutting a guy open with a big incision that allows the surgeon to go in and slash away.  Robotic surgery is done through tiny holes in the abdomen in which small cameras and instruments are inserted.  The surgeon can be guided by what he and his assistants see on a monitor---a perfect view of what they’re cutting.  In this way, cutting of vital nerves can be avoided.”

“Well, Dad, nerves are always cut during surgery.”

Dad turned in his chair to face me.  His face seemed a little flushed and his voice quavered a bit.  “Eric, I know we haven’t talked about this sort of thing.  You know, personal stuff and all that.  But you’re 35 now, and I think you may be old enough to hear some things from me that you might not expect.”

Dad thought he was making a little joke, but I was still confused and didn’t know what he meant.

Dad looked out the window and spoke very slowly.  “The nerves I’m talking about are those that give a man . . . you know . . . an erection.  Also those that bring a man to . . . you know . . . orgasm.  Because of my robotic surgery, those nerves were not damaged.”

Racing in my head was the question:  At his age, why is he so concerned with protecting his ability to get a hard penis and to achieve orgasm?  No way, I thought, could he be having any kind of sexual activity at his age, much less any desire for it.

Dad looked down at his hands.  “Well, Eric, do you understand what I’m saying?  I don’t know how to say it in any other way.”

I shook my head.  “Oh, Dad.  I understand all that.  But . . . but what difference does all that make.  You’re sixty-five years . . . .

Dad leaned closer toward me.  “Yes?  I’m on my way to sixty-six.  What does that have to do with anything?”

I could hear myself stammering.  “But . . . , but you’re . . . .”

“That’s right, I’m sixty-five.” 

Dad suddenly sounded a little agitated, and the quaver in his voice was still there.

“Let me share something with you, Eric, since we now find ourselves deep into this subject.  Your mother and I enjoyed a satisfying . . . you know . . . sexual relationship up into our late sixties.  Does that shock you that your mother and father actually had . . . you know . . .sex, especially into our sixties?  A good stiff boner and explosive . . . you know . . . orgasms were important to us.” 

Dad looked away again and cleared his throat nervously.  It seemed to me he hadn’t really meant to blurt out the words “stiff boner” and “orgasms.”

“Not long before my cancer was discovered, we were forced to stop . . . you know . . . our nightly activity because of a severe infection that developed in your mother’s . . . uh . . . vagina.  She’s being treated for that infection, but the doctors believe she will never again be able to have satisfying . . . uh . . . intercourse.”

I could do nothing but sit in stunned silence.  My father had never before opened up to me with such personal things.  Especially with such language as “stiff boner” and “explosive orgasms.”  My God, was that really my dad talking? 

“Dad,” I began slowly and softly, “I never realized that . . . you know . . . that all that was still important to you at your age.  I always thought that . . . you know . . . doing that was something no one your age could do.  I’m sorry to hear about Mom.  I suppose that puts an end to your . . . .  In the end you really didn’t have to be concerned about your . . . you know.”

Dad looked sharply at me.  “Puts an end to my what?  You mean I don’t have to be concerned about getting a hard cock when I want it and coming to orgasm now that your Mom can no longer enjoy it?  I’ve always been concerned with having good hard-ons and satisfying orgasms.  And I intend to continue having them both.  The fact that I no longer have a prostate means only that, when I achieve orgasm, no semen comes out.”

I think I actually started blushing when I heard my dad for the first time use the words “cock” and “hard-on.”

Dad was getting worked up and I was afraid my ignorant sounding reaction to everything would cause him to get really angry.  I tried to look as though I understood what he was saying. 

“But Mom can’t . . . .”

“Listen, Eric, can’t you understand?”  Do I have to spell it out for you?”  What do guys do when they don’t have a partner?”

“Oh,” I said, “they . . . they . . . .”

“That’s right, son.  I might as well come right out with it.  We masturbate.  We jerk the old dick.  You ought to know about that.  There’s not a guy on the face of the earth who doesn’t jerk off.  And that includes you and me.  Sorry for my language, son, but I want you to understand what’s happening here.  I may be sixty-five, but I’m human, just like you.  And I’ll tell you it’s a lot less messy without the semen.”

“I know, Dad, but I just thought . . . .”

“You thought old farts like me are too far gone even to get their dicks up.  Isn’t that what you thought?  You thought we never think about having a good fuck or an earth-shattering blow-job.  Well, son, there’s not a man alive at any age who doesn’t have those fantasies.  And it’s those fantasies that cause the brain to trigger those nerves down in our guts to stiffen up our cocks and give us those mind-bending orgasms.”

It was obvious Dad had crossed into new and somewhat different territory as he opened up to me about his very personal sexual thoughts and activities.  It was as though he had for years yearned to open up to me.  He was finally experiencing that opportunity to talk to me as he’d always wanted to.  I’d never once heard him use profane or so-called dirty language.  Not once.  But now his everlasting language barrier had virtually collapsed as though he wanted me to see all the perverse thoughts that swirled in his mind.  At long last, it was obvious that he now wanted me to see and understand him as a thoroughly human and sexual man. 

I’d always loved my dad, but that evening a really special love---a special closeness---for him swept over me.  It was as though he’d been stripped naked in front of me where I could see and sense everything that he was.  He’d bared himself almost completely.  But not entirely.  Not yet. 

As I looked at this man, I knew that our relationship had, without our really trying, slipped into a new universe . . . a new level of understanding.  I was now seeing my father as not only my father, but as an intensely sexual human being who had willingly and deliberately revealed himself to his son.  I knew there was no way that his revelations could possibly end there. 

I could see in his eyes his desire to draw me into the rush he was feeling.  I rose from my chair and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. 

“Yes, Dad, I do know what you’re saying.  What you continue to experience is very exciting, not only to you, but to me in a very personal way.  To know that my dad, who I love so much, is still getting a hard cock and experiencing powerful orgasms, is almost indescribably exciting to me.”

Dad pulled away slightly and smiled at me.  “I was once your age, son.  I know about the sexual torment all men have experienced.  The excitement that a man’s fantasies bring him.  The never-ending sexual needs that gnaw at a guy’s insides.  We’re all the same, Eric.  Just because I happen to be your father, the man who shot his sperm into your mother, doesn’t mean we are not alike in every way.  It doesn’t mean we don’t have the same fantasies, the same burning desire to reach out for sexual gratification where we can find it.”

“Where we can find it?” I repeated.

Dad smiled and looked deeply into my eyes.  “Yes.  Wherever we can find it.”

I looked down and saw that Dad placed his hand over his fly.  It was obvious his cock was hard.  I knew we had now come to the point where it was imperative that we fully and completely reveal ourselves as father and son, crying out for the opportunity to show, without pretense, the extent of our deepest feelings.

Of course, I’d come to realize that the deep-down emotional part of my father’s being was the part that largely defined him---that define all men of any age.  Dad had found it imperative that evening to make an effort at last to open his soul to me so I could see him clearly to be a man like myself---not just a father who did nothing but pay the bills.  I knew now that he longed for me to reveal myself to him in the same way.  I could tell that it was a yearning that had long been repressed.  It would give him a closeness with his son that he craved.  As I looked into his eyes, there was nothing I wanted more in this world at that moment than to reveal to him my own soul in all its truthful nakedness. 

I gently put my hand on his . . . the one that rested on his fly.  “Dad, we are indeed alike---our emotions, our cravings, our fantasies.  I need to tell you that, like you and Mom, my wife and I rarely have sex anymore.  Liz simply no longer wants to get fucked, if you’ll pardon the word.  I’m only 35, Dad, and I jack off every single night and sometimes during the day.  My fantasies now-a-days are wilder than they’ve ever been, and they often go far a field from mine and Liz’s relationship.”

Dad put his hand on my knee.  “It’s time now as we get older, Eric, to achieve a new awareness of each other as men, not just as father and son.  I’d like very much to know what your fantasies are, Eric.  I’m sure they’re very much the same as mine.  Since you are my own flesh and blood, I want to know all about you.  Every detail.  I’ve wanted to know so many things about you for so long.  I’ve finally endeavored to made an effort tonight---rather unexpectedly, I would say---to acquaint you with who your father really is.  And I’m quite sure you and I are alike in almost every important detail.  And that’s very important to me.”

I put my hand on Dad’s cheek and felt the soft skin of an older man.  “I want us to be inside of each other’s head, Dad.  I want no secrets between us.”

Dad squeezed my knee.  “No secrets.”  He looked into my eyes as though he was trying to pull out those secrets.  “You were made from my sperm, Eric, which means our minds and bodies are one, making us inseparable.

As dad continued to sit on the side of the bed, I kicked off my shoes, brought my legs up and stretched full length with my arms behind my head.

I looked up into his eyes.  “Where should I begin, Dad?  Do you want me to begin?  Do you want to know all the truth about me, your son?”

“Yes, all the truth.  You can begin anywhere, my boy.  Your story will be my story.  The sexual lives and cravings of all boys and men mirror those of one another.  You’ll see.”

In a way, it was hard for me to believe I was about to tell my own father things about myself that I never would have revealed just the day before.  I swallowed hard and looked away from my dad as I spoke.

“I think I was eleven years old, Dad, when Uncle Earnest taught me how to jerk off one night?”  It still startled me to hear myself so freely say such words as “jerk off” in from of my Dad.

Dad sat up straight.  “What?  You mean my older brother Earnest?  He’s the one who taught me how to jack off, too.  But I sure didn’t know he was doing that with my son.  I wish I’d known.”

“Well, you see, Dad.  Right off, we have that in common.  Earnest did that quite a few times, every time he came to visit.  Would you have been angry if you’d known?”

Dad smiled.  “No.  I rather wish I did know.  Did he tell you any of his fantasies?  All his fantasies were pretty wild.  Kind of like mine.”

“They were?  What kind of fantasies, Dad?”

“Well, for one, both Earnest and I fantasized about fucking Miss Roach, our Civics teacher.  We got really pissed off when we learned at the end of the year that she was being fired because she was giving blow jobs to several boys in our class, but not us.  She never wore panties and used to sit in a chair at the front of the class with her legs apart so we all could see her cunt.”

“Wow.  My friend Jimmy and I never did that, but after school, our English teacher would let the two of us get in the back seat of her car where she wanted us to diddle her cunt with our fingers while she played with our balls and jacked us off.  She was a real asshole in the classroom, but she made up for it those afternoons in her car.  She got really mad when we got cum on her dress and shot a couple of loads all over her back seat.”

I could hardly believe I was lying there so casually describing to my own dad an act that I’d never told anyone about . . . a dirty, nasty act that I never would have thought in a thousand years I would dare to relate to my dad.  Also, I surprised myself with the effortlessness with which I threw out the words “cunt,” “fuck,” “balls,” and “asshole” in my dad’s presence.  Was I going insane? I thought.  No man could get away with talking to his father like that.  But he only smiled at me as I talked.  His surprising reaction literally made my head swim.

Dad shook his head and rubbed his hand over his fly.  “All that was going on with you as a kid, and I never knew.  I wish I had.  Even then in high school, you, my son, were experiencing the pleasures of manhood.  But I never knew.  I should have known, Eric.  We both had a right to know what was going on in our heads.  We have always been father and son.  You came from my sperm and we are of the same blood.  I wish I could remember the orgasmic explosion I experienced that very night you were created.  I was the one who should have introduced you to those pleasures of manhood . . . not Earnest.  Earnest cheated me out of those moments that were rightfully mine.”

Dad continued to sit with his face buried in his hands.

I reached up and, taking hold of his shoulders, pulled him down to where he lay next to me on the bed.  I propped up on one elbow and looked down into his face.  His eyes were full of anxiety as I once again caressed his smooth and youthful-looking cheek.  As I brushed his graying hair from his forehead, I felt a strange desire for him---a desire to know him as intimately as I knew myself.  I cast my eyes over the full length of his clothed body.  I suddenly saw clearly the burning sexuality of my father . . . the sexuality that had always been hidden from me until that evening.  In the past, I’d always looked forward to seeing my dad return home from work in his neat black suit, white shirt and tie.  I always wanted to be like him when I grew up.  I didn’t know then that I was already like him in ways I’d never dreamed of.

Now, as I gently ran my hand over his, I no longer had the image of my father in his black suit.  I craved to see and experience with my hands his fully naked body, and longed to witness my father in a rapturous state of delirious sexual ecstasy.  I could feel my face become almost feverish as I imagined the two of us with our naked bodies lying pressed together on the bed.  We would be a part of each other’s orgasmic experience as we brought ourselves to an explosive climax.  We would no longer be father and son, but two beautiful souls merged into one.  It would take only the flash of a moment to accomplish.

As sweat ran down his cheeks, Dad reached up and took hold of my shirt collars and violently pulled them apart, ripping all the buttons off the front of my shirt.  He grabbed my bare torso between his powerful hands.

“Eric,” he said quietly, “We need to expose our bodies to each other, and we need to be aware of the powerful ecstasy that each of us will experience in our presence.  It will be an awareness that has too long been denied both of us.

Without a word, I leaned back on my haunches.  I had an irrepressible urge to rip his shirt from his body, as he’d done mine.  I grabbed it with both hands and tore it open, revealing his strong chest, lightly sprinkled with soft white hair, and heaving with desire.

At that moment, I wanted to tell him everything.  I wanted him to know about all the things that I had kept secret from him over the years.

I knelt over him with my knees straddling his hips.  I ran my fingers over his hard nipples and looked deep into his eyes.

“Dad, Jimmy and I used to go into the woods behind his house after school and jack off there.  A lot of times, we jacked each other off.  You know, taking each other’s cock in our own hands and jerking it off.  I hope you don’t think I did a bad thing, but I’m going to tell you something, anyway.  One time, we dared each other to suck each other’s cocks.  And we did, but we never told anybody.  And I never did that with anyone else.” 

I fully expected my dad to yell at me, and maybe hit me, for having done such nasty things.  Perhaps I’d gone too far.  But Dad just smiled and took hold of my nipples.

“Like I told you, son.  We’re alike.  We have the same blood.”

“You aren’t shocked, Dad, that Jimmy and I did that?”

Dad laughed.  “Listen to me, Eric.  When Earnest and I were in college and lived in the Theta Chi fraternity house, we were known as the best fucking cock suckers on campus.  What else, Eric, were you doing back in those days that I didn’t know about, but should have known

about?”

I ran my hand lightly down over his stomach and around his navel.  “I got involved in a Circle Jerk with about five other guys.  I loved to watch them cum.  But I was always proud of the fact that I could shoot the farthest.”

“Good for you, son,” Dad said. 

I jacked off mostly at home with my fantasies.  I even fantasized about you and Mom fucking.  Sometimes I thought I could hear the bed squeaking, and that really got me off.  There were times I really wanted to rush into your room and climb in bed with you and Mom.”

Dad’s cock was visible down his left pant leg, and he was rubbing it slightly.  “When did you fuck your first girl, Eric?”

By now, Dad was asking his questions in a free manner with no hint of embarrassment.

“It might surprise you, Dad, but Liz was my first.  We did a lot of fucking during that year before we got married.”

Dad smiled.  “Was she . . .?”

“Oh, yeah.  She always was a hot fuck and she could suck cock like no other woman I’ve been with.  Even though we don’t fuck much anymore, she gives great blowjobs.”

“How about . . . you know . . . sex away from home?”

I was now at the point when I was totally willing to tell him everything.  “Well, Dad, to be honest with you, when I’ve been out of town at business meetings, the women at those meetings get pretty horny, especially the married women.  To answer your question, I’ve not been known to turn many of them down.  They must not be getting anything at home because they all act like they can’t get enough cock.”

“And on top of that,” Dad said, “I imagine none of them could pass up getting it on with such a good looking young man like you.  Are you aware, Eric, how handsome you are, how desirable you are?”

“I don’t know how desirable I am, Dad.  Liz sure doesn’t show desire anymore.  How about you, Dad?  You know, we’re being truthful with each other.  Tell me.  How about you?”

“I know, son.  Only very early in our marriage, I had an affair with both my secretary and her husband.”

“Her husband?”

“That’s right.  She wouldn’t sleep with any other man unless her husband was there in bed with us.”

“That must have been strange.”

“Well, son, in a way it was, but in a way it wasn’t.”

“How do you mean, Dad?”

“You may not like to hear this, Eric, but he could suck cock a hell of a lot better than my secretary.”

“Wow.  It must have been like Jimmy and me when we sucked each other’s cock after school, except that . . . .”

“Except what, Eric?”

“Except that you didn’t . . . .”

“You mean, except that I didn’t suck my secretary’s husbands cock?  Christ, Eric, I just got through telling you I, along with my brother, was the best cocksucker in our frat house.  And I have a real strong feeling you’re a hot cocksucker, too.  Son, admit it to me.  You told me a big fib when you said you never sucked a cock after sucking Jimmy’s cock.  That isn’t possible.  No man can give up sucking cock once he’s done it.  Furthermore, my boy, I can’t believe it was only the women you fucked when you were out of town at meetings.”

Dad and I looked at each other and laughed.  “You’ve totally exposed me, Dad.”

“I’m too old, Eric, to play games.  What right does a sixty-five year-old man have to continue lying about what his life was all about.  When I was younger, I did all I could to hide my sexual side and my fantasies from you and your brothers.  But now, Eric, I’m not ashamed to tell you I want you and I to enjoy and live each other’s fantasies, as dirty and filthy as they might seem to others.  It isn’t that you and I never had these fantasies.  We just kept them and our sexual activities secret.  But we’re both grown-ups now and we can now find not a reason in the world not to share it all with each other.  Just you and me.  And as far as the words we use go, there’s no reason you and I have to act as though we don’t know them.  I’m sure you agree that a good fuck is a hell of a lot better than a good sexual intercourse.  And sucking cock is sure a lot better than having oral sex.  I hope you agree with me so we don’t have to play games with words.  We’re father and son and we don’t need to play-act and have secrets from each other.”

I nodded and said, “No secrets, Dad.  You said when you were younger, you held your sexual side and your fantasies from me and my brothers.  How about that?  How about my brothers, Everett, Jake, and Marty?  Have you shared with them what you’ve told me?”

Dad shook his head.  “No, Son.  Only you.  Until tonight, none of you had ever given me the opportunity to express myself this way.  But somehow, Eric, you were able to open me up.  And thank God for that.  I guess it was when you started asking me about my prostate.” 

I ran my hand over his stomach and down under his belt.  With absolutely no embarrassment, I unbuckled him and tugged at his pants.

“Lift your hips, Dad.  I understand everything you’ve said, and I’m with you.  I’m going to let it all hang out now.  I’m gonna give you the straight skinny about me, your innocent son, Eric.”

I unabashedly fondled Dad’s penis and balls.  The feel of them made my penis ache.  I looked hard into Dad’s eyes. 

“Uncle Earnest didn’t only show me how to jack off, he taught me how to fuck.  Almost every time he and Aunt Lucy came to visit, we secretly fucked each other.  Also, Earnest often invited me into their bed very late at night where I fucked both of them.  Both Lucy and Ernest loved to lick my asshole and tongue-fuck me before Earnest gave me a good fuck with his cock.  While he fucked me, Lucy had my cock down her throat.”

Dad’s penis turned hard and began to throb heavily in my hand.  “My God, Eric, why didn’t I know?  Earnest knew that I would be happy to join all of you.”

“Well, Dad, Uncle Earnest said he didn’t think you’d like it or approve if you knew what your son was doing.”

Dad took hold of his hard penis and began to gently stroke it.  “Aw, Fuck, boy.  He knew better than that.  I spent plenty of nights fucking both him and Lucy.  We even had both our cocks up her cunt at once.  On top of that, Lucy can lick an asshole better than anyone.  While we’re at it, maybe I should reveal some things, also.  Your friend Jimmy’s Dad and I got together a few times and fucked each other while you kids were in high school.  Beside that, we tongue-fucked each other many times.  He was one of those guys who could open up his asshole good and wide so he could suck in my tongue.”

I was a little stunned at this news, but realized I shouldn’t be surprised after hearing everything else that was revealed that night.  “Gosh, Dad, I wonder if Jimmy knew all along that you and his dad were fucking each other.  He never said anything to me.”

“I don’t know, son, but his dad told me he and Jimmy always took their showers together and often got all soaped up and jerked each other off.” 

Dad reached over and put his hand on my bulge.  He said only, “Get ‘em off.  I need to see and experience what we have here.”

I pulled away from him and, standing on the floor, I stripped down naked and threw my clothes in a pile in a corner.  A wave of overwhelming excitement came over me as I stood there naked with my hard penis sticking straight out and pointing at my Dad.

Dad also stood up and stripped off the rest of his clothes.  He took hold of my arm and pulled me over in front of a full-length mirror on the back of the door.  As he looked at our images, he ran his hands over my neck, chest, abdomen, and legs. 

“You’re my flesh and blood, Eric.  Everything you are or feel came out of this little pee-hole in my penis.  See?  As I squeeze it open you can see where you came out in a creamy stream.  We are inextricably connected, Eric.  My sperm is your sperm.  My orgasms are your orgasms.  My body is your body.  Our bodies are linked.  Our fantasies are one.  I want to taste your skin and know it is my skin.  When I taste your asshole, it is my asshole.  When I taste your sperm, it is my sperm.  We are one, Eric.  We could not exist without each other’s bodies, each other’s fantasies, and each other’s sperm.”

I reached over and ran my fingers lightly over his lips.  He suddenly looked so young.  As we continued to look at each other in the mirror, I felt his hand slipping down my back and over my ass cheeks.  I moved my hand across his own ass cheeks and felt them as firm and round as any seventeen year-old boy.  At that moment, all I wanted to do was to fall on my knees and plunge my tongue into his crack where I could slurp up all the sweet goodness of his asshole.

Dad gently pushed me back on the bed with my hard cock standing straight up.  He sat next to me and dabbed his finger on the tip of my penis.

“Such sweet semen leaking from your penis.  It doesn’t matter that I can no longer produce semen because your semen is my semen.”

Dad leaned over.  He cradled my balls in one hand and ran his tongue around the head of my penis as he sucked in as much of my leaking semen as he could.

He rolled his head over onto my stomach and looked up at me.  “I’m glad, my son, that we’re now one entity, just like your mother and I were for so many years.”

As he ran his hands over the hair on my legs, I thought about those times Jimmy and I had sucked and jacked off each other’s cocks.  At the time, we thought of ourselves as a couple of nasty little boys doing naughty things that we could never tell our parents about.

I smiled and ran my hand over his cheek.  “I wish you’d tell me about you and Mom, Dad, unless that’s really private.”

He continued to run his fingers over the hair on my leg.  “Not private at all, Eric.  But I don’t want to shock you.  Guys have special feelings about their Moms and it’s kind of hard for a guy sometimes to picture his Mom naked with her legs in the air with a big cock fucking her cunt.  And her screaming for more.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dad.  I want to know.”

“Okay, son.  Once again, I don’t mean to shock you, but I wasn’t the first guy to fuck your mom.”

I was a bit stunned.  “You weren’t?” 

“Marion had a boyfriend before I met her.  His name was Ricky, a really hot looking fucker.  I met the two of them at a fraternity party one night, and I really got a fucking hard-on for her.  If the time and place had been right, I could have fucked her right there.  Could have fucked him, too, for that matter.  When the party was over, Ricky took her upstairs and they spent the night in his room, even though the fraternity had the rule that there should be no overnight guests.  But nobody paid any attention to that.  You could hear fucking groans and orgasmic squeals all night long every night in that place.  It was a regular fucking whorehouse.  Our housemother was the biggest slut of all the women who got fucked there and could take on half the brothers before daybreak.  In the morning, we all enjoyed watching streams of slimy cum running down the back of her legs.

“Anyway, the next morning, I was at the front door when Ricky and Marion were leaving.  I managed to brush my hands against Marion’s tits as she walked out.  I told her it was nice meeting her at the party the night before and that I hoped we might see each other again.  She just smiled and said she hoped so, too.  After she said that, I ran up to my own room and jerked off a huge load.

“Wow, Dad, I didn’t know Mom slept around before you married her.”

“Sure.  We were college kids, Eric.  We all slept around.  Anyway, Ricky later said that Marion told him she was very attracted to me.  So to make a long story short, Ricky invited me to spend the night with him and Marion.”

“You mean, Dad, the three of you together?  Mom agreed to that?”

“Of course.  Remember, we were just horny kids in those days, ready to experiment with anything.  And I could tell when I met her that she was a hot number and ready to play.  We got a motel, rather than do it in the Frat house.  Ricky and I both fucked your mom, and before the night was over, Ricky and I gave each other some good blow jobs.”

“In front of Mom?” I asked.

“Sure.  She loved watching two guys sucking cock.  She diddled herself while we sucked.  I couldn’t count the number of times she orgasmed while she watched.”

I have to admit I was a bit shocked when Dad told me about my Mom.  “Dad, you’re telling me Mom got fucked by another man in front of you?”

“Son, you have to realize your Mom was not attached or committed to any one man at that time.  It wasn’t that she was cheating on me or even Ricky.  But Eric, I have to tell you that your Mom has always been a highly sexual woman and has never been shy about going after her sexual pleasures.”

“After you married Mom, did she continue to . . . you know . . . to be with both you and Ricky?”

“No.  She drew the line at that.  When she made her choice and married me, she never fucked around with any other man again.  At least, I’m pretty sure she didn’t.  But she’d come to realize I liked to suck cock and fuck guys’ asses, and she also realized she loved to watch me do it.  I never knew a woman who could orgasm so many times in a row using only her fingers or a dildo.  She really loved to watch me and your Uncle Earnest fucking and sucking.”

“Dad, Uncle Earnest never told me he did that with you and Mom.”

“He probably didn’t tell you because he thought it wasn’t his place to tell you.  Of course, he never told me, either, about his sucking and fucking with you.  I’ll have to get after him about that.  I think we need to have a new understanding among all of us in this family.”

I became slightly alarmed.  “I hope you’re not thinking about telling Mom about you and me and Uncle Earnest and me.  I don’t think she’d want to hear about me, her son, doing those things.”

Dad laughed.  “Well, Eric, your mom is pretty broad minded.  From what I’ve told you about your mom, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, in a way.  But how do you know she wouldn’t be upset knowing that I’d been sucking and fucking other guys?  Her own son?”

“Listen, my boy.  I know your Mom.  I’m sure she’d be surprised if you didn’t take after your dirty old man in this way.”

“I know her, too, Dad.  And I’m sure she wouldn’t like to know.”

“Okay, Eric.  I thought I told you enough about your mom to show you what she likes.  I’m sure you didn’t know this, but your Mom used to watch you and your brothers jack off your dicks.  And she had some of her best orgasms when you boys shot your loads.”

“She watched?”

“Sure.  You guys were so fucking careless about when and where you jerked off, she had no problem getting to a place where she could watch.”

I was astounded.  “She never said anything, Dad.”

“Of course not, Eric.  She didn’t want you to stop or hide it from her.  I’ve already told you, she loved to watch me jerking off or sucking a guy off or fucking his ass.  Watching you kids getting your nuts off gave her just another orgasmic pleasure.  She told me she even watched you fucking your friend Jimmy when he was at our house during a sleep-over once.  That really got her off.”

As my initial shock faded, I smiled.  “I kind of wish I’d known because I would have given her a better show.  Like tongue-fucking Jimmy or giving him a cum-facial.”

“Holy shit, Eric,” Dad said with a grin.  “She would have loved that.  She can rim an asshole as good as any, and would have gone nuts watching you and Jimmy licking each other’s assholes.  I think you need to consider giving your Mom a good show now and then.”

“Well, Dad.  How about the two of us putting on that show for her?

“Sounds like a plan, Eric.”

Even though Dad and I had admitted all sorts of sex we’d had with both men and women, it suddenly dawned on me that my Dad had actually had hard sex with other men, and that he now knew that I enjoyed doing that also.  It suddenly became clear to me that the new “understanding” we were forming with each other actually involved a sexual attraction to each other.  It was not just talking about it, but it became clear now that it was all leading to the inevitable.  Our attraction to each other was headed full force into hard sex.

Dad suddenly rolled over on his back and became very quiet.  He folded his hands behind his head and cast his eyes slowly over my entire body.  After many minutes, he spoke very softly.

“Eric, do you understand what I’ve been saying tonight?  About what I feel?  About the God-given attachment that you and I have with each other as father and son?  Do you understand that you existed in my sperm?  I am also there in your sperm.  We are one, Eric.  It is your right to know me as I am.  The pleasures granted to each man belong to every other man and must be shared.”

As I ran my hands slowly over the soft hair on his legs, it crossed my mind that my father had suddenly become mindless.  Not deranged, exactly, not demented, but a bit delirious, as though he’d been drinking.  Even so, as I cast my eyes over his tanned and muscular body, I began to feel a burning physical need for my father.  My eyes were drawn to his erect penis, covered round about with large, throbbing purple veins.  I felt his hand on my shoulder, pulling me down.

He raised his hips higher and higher as I felt his burning rod enter my mouth.  Yes, I now understood.  I’d become part of my father.  We were now one.  He pushed my shoulder harder and harder.

“Take me into your body, my son.  Pull harder.  Suck harder.  Take my whole body into yours where I can live forever in your gut.”

I sucked as hard as I could until I not only had the full length of his hard penis, but both of his balls and entire scrotum in my mouth.

Dad’s eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he shouted, “Take me.  Take me.”  He began bucking his hips wildly as I felt in my mouth his scrotum crinkling up and his rock-hard penis throbbing against my tongue and roof of my mouth.  Since he had no prostate, I knew there would be no cum.  Suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared as if deranged as orgasmic spasms cramped his whole body over and over again.

I lifted my head and felt his balls and cock slip out of my mouth.

Before I could move, Dad said, “Scoot up here and fuck my mouth.  As you fill me with your creamy sperm, I want to pull your body into mine so we can be one.”  He looked at me with indescribable passion in his eyes.  “My beautiful boy, I need all of you inside of me.  Your sweet face, your arms, legs, and feet, your cock, your asshole.  All of you inside my body.”

I moved up and plunged my hard seven inches into my dad’s open throat.  I pounded it in hard as I felt my balls banging against his chin.  He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them.  In the next moment, I felt his finger enter my asshole.  I cannot express the joy I felt at that moment as I rammed my cock down my Dad’s throat and felt his finger exploring my rectum.  It was the first time I’d ever experienced the closeness and oneness that Dad insisted we share as father and son.  He was right.  His sperm had been mine, and now my sperm was undeniably his.  I opened my eyes and looked into his, full of desire and love.  Love for me who had come from his body.  It was all clear to me now.  We were inseparable.  We were of one body.

I felt my orgasm building and, when it slammed into me, both Dad and I screamed out as the most wonderful pain shot through the guts of both of us.  It was I who shot my cum into him, but we both were pummeled by the most divine orgasms we’d ever had.  Yes, my sperm was his sperm, and my orgasms were his orgasms.

When we awoke the next morning, we found our naked bodies wrapped in each other’s arms, with my dried cum on our lips and chins.  We recalled the events of the night before without regret, but with a new and beautiful understanding of our special father-son relationship.

When we returned home, I planned to stay with my parents for a few days before I went home to my own family.  I went to bed that night in my old childhood room, feeling very alone without my Dad with me.  It was almost as though I was a child again, perhaps afraid of the dark, and needing my Dad to hold me and tell me I was a part of him, which I had become that wonderful night in Chicago.

I left my room and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee.  On the way down the hall, I heard my Mom and Dad talking after they’d gone to bed.

“Tom, Eric seemed so happy and invigorated when you came in the house this afternoon.  You told me you were going to talk to him.”

“Well, Marion, I actually did talk with him, and I think everything’s going to be great.  I really had no expectation, as usual, that the opportunity would arise that would allow me to discuss with him what was on my mind.  But he asked me some questions about my surgery, and I found it gave me a perfect opening for what I wanted to discuss.”

“You mean, you told him how you felt about him?”

“I certainly did, and he was fine with it.  I’m sure he understood everything.  I’m so grateful.  I’m glad I finally got up the nerve to do it.  He and I understand each other perfectly now.  He’s a beautiful boy.”

“I’m so glad, Tom.  I remember when poor Eric said something to us that led us to believe he wasn’t able to fuck Liz much anymore.  He’s too young to be cut off like that, Tom.  And I’m sure he’s very grateful to you for providing him an outlet, other than just jerking off his dick all the time.”

I’d never heard my Mom use the word “fuck” before.  Although I was a little stunned by it, I recalled my dad telling me that Mom was always very sexual.

“I think he is grateful, Marion.  I just don’t understand Liz.  I would think any woman would go wild to have Eric’s cock up her cunt.  He fucks good and hard and deep.  I wish you could experience it someday, Marion.”

“Well, I don’t think anybody can fuck like you can, Honeybear.”

“Come on, Marion.  I seem to remember you saying you thought Ricky back in our school days was the best fuck you ever had.”

“I don’t remember saying that.  I think what you heard me say was that Ricky’s cum was the best I ever tasted.  You tasted it several times yourself, Tom.  You even lapped up Ricky’s cum out of my pussy from time to time.  Anyway, it sounds like the time you spent with Eric really went well.”

“It couldn’t have gone better.  We understand each other and we’re very much alike.”

“You mean he loves to suck and fuck with men, just like you do?”

“Yes, and besides that, he does a good tongue-fuck.  He gets the tongue up my asshole just about as good as you do.  But one thing he can do that you can’t do is cock-fuck me in both my ass and my throat.  And what’s beautiful is that he loves my cock as much as I love his.”

“Oh, Tom, I’m so happy for you.  The way you describe it, it almost makes me wish he could give me a good fuck.”

“Well Marion, it might happen.  One never knows.  Remember your friend, Janet?  She was getting fucked pretty regularly by her grown son, Jack, as I recall.  And I have to admit, I always kind of suspected you were getting fucked by Jack, too.”

“Now, Tom, what made you think that?”

“I just knew you wanted his cock that time I saw you reach down the front of his pants and squeeze his balls.”

“Oh, Tom, I’ve always been a tease.  You know that.  You’re the only one I ever let fuck me since we’ve been married.  And that includes our son Eric.  Although the thought is intriguing, I would never let one of my sons fuck me, even if he wanted to.  That doesn’t mean, of course, that I want to give up watching him stroke his dick and cum for Mama.  He probably wouldn’t like it if he knew that.”    

“Well, Marion, boys do look upon their mothers as Saints, rightly or wrongly.  But one never knows what might happen if Eric were to realize you got off by watching him.”

“Roll over here, Tom.  I need some tongue action.  I need you to get my asshole good and wet.  Ah, that’s it.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Your brother Earnest and Lucy are coming to visit with us for a couple of days next weekend.  And I hope you don’t spend the whole weekend fucking them both like you do most of the time when they’re here.  Let poor Eric spend some time with them.  I gather from what he’s said, he’s not getting much fucking from his wife Liz these days.  Besides that, Earnest told me once he was really in love with Eric.  He told me Eric had the sweetest cock and balls he’d ever seen on a guy.  And, Tom, I have to agree with him.”

“I have to agree, too, Marion.

“One of these days, Tom, I hope you and Eric will allow me to witness your new-found relationship.  But I’m not sure I want ever to be present again when you fuck Lucy.  She’s such a wimpy girl, whining and squealing while she’s getting fucked.  And I’ll never forget the time she shit in the bed while she was on her back getting fucked.  I didn’t bother cleaning up the mess.  I just threw out all the sheets.”

“Well, regardless, Marion, she’s a good fuck and can suck cock like a trooper.” 

“I’ll tell you one thing, Tom, I’m never going to let you fuck me in her presence again.  For one thing, she makes cruel remarks about the fact I’ll let you fuck me only through the asshole since cunt-fucking is now to uncomfortable.  Also, the last time we fucked, she kept making little remarks about my fat thighs and my droopy tits.  After all, what does she expect?  I’m 63 years old and I can’t help it that I’m flabby.  She should talk.  She’s pushing 70, and she has so much flab around her middle that I’ve noticed both you and Earnest have had difficulty finding which deep crease in her fat is actually her cunt.”

“Come on, Marrion.  No more talking.  Get down there and suck on it a little and get it good and hard.  How do you want your ass fucked tonight, Marion?  Flat on your back with your legs up or doggy style?”

“I’m in the mood tonight to get fucked up the ass doggy style.”  You always get in nice and deep that way.” 

After I peed, I rushed back to my room.  I’d heard enough from my parents.  I’d never heard Mom talk that way, but she didn’t know I was listening.  I should have known after Dad told me how open and sexually charged she was before they were married.  When I got back in bed, I jerked and edged my cock as I thought about the fun I was going to have again with Dad, but this time with Earnest and Lucy piled in with them.  I wondered what Mom would do while all that was happening.  I also became a little excited with the thought that I now might get a chance to see my Dad fucking my Mom in her asshole.  That would really blow my mind, I thought.

As I jerked my dick faster and faster, with my mind overflowing with hot, horny images and fantasies, my bedroom door suddenly opened and there stood my Mom in the doorway, her naked body silhouetted in the hall light.

“Oh!  Am I interrupting something, dear?  I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom and clean up a little before I go to sleep.  When I saw the faint light under your door, I thought I would wish you goodnight.”

I had never seen my Mom naked before and, while I was really stunned to have her catch me jacking off, I forced myself to stay cool and not panic.

I rather surprised myself when I continued holding onto my stiff penis.  After all, Dad had revealed that she had secretly watched me jacking off many times before.  “It’s all right, Mom.  Come in.  I’m not asleep yet.”

Mom walked closer to the bed and looked down casually at my gorged penis.  She sat on the side of the bed and cast her eyes over the full length of my naked body.

“My word, Eric,” she said as she stared directly down at my hard penis.  “Here you are, a grown man, doing something grown men do.  Where has the time gone?  The last time I saw your handsome body without clothes was when you were a baby with your little boy penis.  Now, I see it’s grown into a man-sized cock.  Where-oh-where has the time gone?”

Still holding tightly onto my hard penis, I looked into her eyes and smiled slyly.  “Well, Mom, big changes happen over 35 years.  And come on.  You’re fudging on the truth.  I understand you’ve seen me naked many times, often doing what I’m doing right now.”

“Who told you that?”

“I’m sure you know who told me that, Mom.  And I’m also sure you know what happened with Dad and me while we were in Chicago.”

“Oh, that.” She said as she ran her hand lightly over the hair on my calf.  “Your Dad did mention something about that.”

“Mom?  No games.  Please, Mom, no games.  Dad and I came to a very important understanding, and I happen to know he told you all about it.  I’ll be truthful with you, Mom.  I heard you and Dad talking last night.”

“How much did you hear, Eric?”

I smiled at her and took her hand.  “I heard everything, right up to the time you and he . . . .”

“Up to the time he and I what?” she said with a little smile curling on her lips.

“You’re bating me, aren’t you Mom?”

“Maybe.  Okay you heard everything up to the time we did what?”  She reached over and brushed my hair back from my forehead.

I shook my penis as I answered her.  “Right up to the time the two of you started fucking.”

Mom patted my thigh and smiled.  “Well, now, that wasn’t so hard to say, was it?  Your Dad and I have always called a spade a spade.  And if we’re talking about fucking, we call it fucking.  Come on, Eric, both you and your Dad tell me you have a new understanding.  He’d told me in the past what kind of understanding he yearned to have with you.  And now it’s happened.  You’ve bared your souls to each other and you’ve revealed to each other all of your deepest secrets involving your sexual fantasies and cravings.  But don’t for a moment, Eric, think that your mother is not part of what you and your father have become.  The two of you will now talk freely about fucking.  So I will also talk about fucking.  What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, they say.  You let it be known you like to suck cocks.  I will also make no secret of the fact that I like to suck cocks.

I had clearly been shocked when I heard my Mom talking to Dad in their bedroom, both freely using the words fuck, cock, and so forth, but I have to admit I was even more shocked to hear my Mom using those words quite casually to my face and admitting quite without embarrassment that she loved to suck cock. 

I very quickly realized, however, that Mom was right.  We were all in this family together and a spade needed to be called spade.  My Dad had made it clear that Mom was a highly sexual woman, as he was, and it was clear she could not, and should not be counted out when it came to recognizing her as such.  It was now obvious to me she’d loved every form of sex all her life, and still did so just as much as Dad and I did, even though she no longer found it comfortable to be fucked in the cunt.  So why should Mom not have the freedom to talk with us about sucking and fucking just as Dad and I would.

With these thoughts running through my mind, I suddenly felt the need to tell Mom, even in the face of everything, that I loved her.  My penis had remained hard in my hand throughout our conversation.  I let go of it and, as it flopped back into my pubic hair, I took Mom’s hand in both of mine.

She laughed and said, “When I used to change your diaper when you were a baby, my hands would get wet from your pee.  But now, I feel my hand wet again from your semen that was leaking into your hand.  I think you’d better take care of business.  That cock of yours looks like it’s throbbing a bit and wanting attention.  I’m sorry I interrupted you, dear.”

“It’s okay, Mom.  I’m glad you came in.  Now that we kind of know what we’re all about, we need to talk more.”

“I’m so glad, Eric.  We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

When Mom rose up from the side of my bed and turned to go, I could clearly see a stream of what I presumed was Dad’s cum running out of her ass crack and down the back of her leg.

As I grabbed my cock again, I called out, “Mom, you don’t have to close my door.  I don’t have anything to hide anymore.”

As I stroked, I fantasized that, instead of my hand, Mom had her lips around my cock.  But Dad had said that would never happen.  Suddenly, Dad appeared at the door, totally naked.

“Hi, Eric.  I hope I’m in time.  Take your hand away, and let me finish that off for you.  Your Mom just told me she thought you might be in need of my assistance.”

I opened my legs wide and Dad lay between them where he sucked my cock deep into his throat.  As he sucked, I was stunned to see Mom return to my room and sit down in a chair by the bed where she could see my cock sliding in and out of Dad’s mouth.  As she watched, she spread her knees and put her fingers into her cunt where she intently massaged her clit as Dad sucked away.  Mom and I very quickly climaxed at the same time.

Part 2
1

I awoke the next morning to hear the shade on my window being raised with a clatter and my Mom’s voice.

“Time to wake up, Eric,” she said as she threw my covers back.  “You might as well take a few minutes to get rid of that hard rod of yours.  As you see, I laid out a roll of toilet paper for you to wipe up the mess.  I remember when you lived at home here, you and your brothers always threw your wet and sticky tissues on the floor by your beds after you shot your loads.  And I never did train you to get up and throw them in the toilet.”

I smiled.  “Mom, you couldn’t fool us.  We saw how you always picked them up and sniffed them.  You liked the smell of fresh cum, didn’t you?”

Mom flicked my rigid boner with her finger.   “Guilty as charged.  By the way, I told you yesterday that your Uncle Earnest and Aunt Lucy are coming up tomorrow for the weekend.  And also, I hope you hadn’t forgotten.  Tomorrow is David’s fifteenth birthday.  It’s just hard to believe my oldest grandson is a teenager.  Where does the time go?  And at fifteen, he’s surely by this time learned how to jerk his dick.  Ah, puberty is such a wonderful time of discovery for young people, don’t you agree?”

“It certainly is.  And no, Mom, I didn’t forget David’s birthday.  I bought him a present in Chicago.”

A wide smile spread across Mom’s face.  “I know what I’ll do.  I’ll call your wife Liz and invite her and David up here for the weekend.  His two younger brothers won’t be able to make it.  I understand they’re both at summer camp this week.  It’s only about an hour’s drive up the Interstate.  That way, we can all celebrate David’s birthday together, including your Uncle Earnest.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Mom?  I’m not sure I want Earnest around David.  You know what he’s like.”

“Oh, Eric.  Your dad told me that just about everything you know you learned from Earnest.  He said Earnest taught you how to jack off.  Maybe he could . . . .”

“Mom, I want you to know that I’m in charge of my boys’ sex education.  If they are to be taught anything, I’ll do it.

I was still not entirely used to having my Mom watching me stroke my penis.  She sat on the side of the bed and, as she ran her finger lightly over my naked inner thigh, I continued to jack off as though it wasn’t unusual.  I thought about the previous evening when Mom openly and unabashedly brought herself to orgasm twice with her finger as Dad was doing the same to me.  As odd as it all felt in a way, it was all somehow so right.

I spent the rest of the morning making phone calls and talking to my colleagues at the office.  I felt certain misgivings about having Liz and David up there at Grandpa and Grandma’s house.  Everything had now changed, and I worried that my Mom and Dad would treat David as they now treated me with their new sexual openness.  I really dreaded the possibility that my Mom or Dad would blurt out something like “Well, Liz, have the boys started jacking off yet?” or “We understand, Liz, that you’re not getting fucked these days.”

When Liz and David arrived early on Saturday afternoon, I was heartened when my fears came to naught, at least for the moment.  There was no talk of fucking or sucking or jacking off.

When Liz saw the swimming pool out the back windows, she gasped.  “I completely forgot about bringing David’s swimming suit.  I know how much he enjoys that pool when he comes here.”

“Well, Liz,” Mom said.  “We’re fenced in and very private.  He doesn’t need a suit.  So get out of those clothes, David, and enjoy yourself.”

Mom and Liz sat at the kitchen table with coffee and looked out at the pool, while I went back upstairs to make the last of my phone calls.  On the way up, I met Dad going down completely naked.

“Dad, where are you going?”

“Out to the pool.  Where else?  I want to play with my grandson.  Don’t get much opportunity to do that.”

“But Dad, you’re naked.”

“Well, sure.  I always swim naked.  Don’t worry son, I won’t try to fuck him underwater.”

“I would appreciate your behaving, Dad.

After I finished my phone call, I started down the stairs, but stopped when I heard Mom and Liz talking.  I could see them just inside the kitchen door.  I knew there were times when the two of them didn’t get along and, as I listened, I was hoping this was not one of those times.

“Liz, dear, I understand that you’ve had some difficulty and that it’s very uncomfortable for you to . . . you know . . . have . . . you know.”

“You’re talking about sex, aren’t you Marion.  Yes, if you must know, we haven’t had intercourse for some months.”

“Have you seen a doctor, dear?  I don’t know what the nature of your problem is, but there’ve been lots of medical advancements in women’s health in recent years.  Perhaps I could recommend a good doctor.”

“That won’t be necessary, Marion.”  Liz took a long drink of coffee and turned her stern gaze again to the pool.”

“Are you sure, Liz?  If it’s an infection of some kind, it’s not good to let it go untreated.”

Liz turned to face Marion.  “You might as well know, Marion.  It’s not an infection,” she said with an edge of irritation in her voice.  “Last year, I found a note in Eric’s coat pocket after he came home late one evening from an alleged sales meeting.  It was signed by a man named Timmy and read, something like, ‘You are the best, and I can’t wait until we can fuck each other’s asses again.’ 

I heard Mom say only “Oh dear.”

My legs suddenly felt as though they were going to collapse and I sat down on the stair on which I’d been standing.  Oh shit, I thought.  This was the first time I’d heard the real reason for Liz’s refusal to let me fuck her or even touch her.  Why didn’t I think to get rid of that note?

Mom said, “Have you discussed this with Eric?”

“No, and I’m not going to.” 

“Listen, Liz.  You can’t just cut your husband off with no explanation.  What’s he going to do?”

“I don’t give a shit what he does.  He can go fuck his lover if he needs someone to fuck.”

This was my second shock.  I’d never heard Liz use language like that.

“Liz,” Mom said, “are you going to continue this charade or are you going to tell him the truth of why you’re not letting him fuck you.”

“It’ll go on, Marion, until he admits fucking that man, whoever it was, and giving me a good explanation of why he did it.”

“Well, Liz, I don’t think you’re going to get that from him unless he knows that you’re aware of what he did.”

Liz remained quiet for several long moments.  “I suppose you’re right.”

Mom put her hand on Liz’s hand and squeezed it gently.  “I know quite a bit about things like this.  Let me tell you my own experience and give you some advice.  I understand that you haven’t had a lot of experience with men before you married my son.  On the other hand, I was with a lot of different men before I married and had a varied amount of experience with them.  I let a lot of men fuck me, and I got to know all sorts of different types of men, most with different tastes and different levels of sexual desire.”

“But I’m sure, Marion, none of them fucked other men.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Liz.  I don’t mean to be crude about it, but I’ve had men give me a good fuck and then pull it out and either jam it up another guy’s ass or stick it in their mouth.”

“Really?  Are you sure?  How did you feel about his doing that?”

“Of course I’m sure.  How did I feel about it?  I learned to understand the men I had, and accept them for whatever I found them to be.  I’ll even tell you about Eric’s Dad.  At first, he was just one of a lot of guys who had their cock up either my ass or my cunt, or down my throat.  And more than once while he was fucking me, he was sucking another guy’s cock at the same time, and having a great time doing it.  But there’s one thing I’ll always know.  No matter how much sexual freedom I allow him, I will always be the one he loves and he’s never turned me down when I needed a good fuck, or any other time I needed him.  And that’s what counts.”

Liz looked down at her hands.  ‘I guess I just don’t know very much about men.”

“The first thing you need to learn is that you are the one Eric loves.  And then you’ve got to realize guys have other needs that are aside from the ones they love.  Whatever those needs are, you just need to let them go and do it.  This isn’t the advice you’ll ever read in a woman’s magazine, but it’s the only practical one.”

“Marion, how about the boys?  I suppose they’ll follow the same path as their father.  As you know, David’s fifteen today, and I can tell he’s full of hormones now and will soon become a worry like most teenaged boys nowadays.”

“Well, Liz, this is where Eric as a father comes in.  My husband, Eric’s own father, has been a great influence on Eric.  They understand each other as sexually charged men who follow their sexual urges and desires where they find them.  As Eric did with his father, your boys will follow Eric’s lead.  Therefore, it is not your duty to thwart their instincts, or your husband’s instincts.  They will love and honor you for your understanding of their very powerful needs.”

Liz turned her gaze to the outside where my Dad was playing with David.  “All right, Marion.  But where does that leave me?  I’m the wife and the mother.  Where do I fit into their so-called powerful needs?”

“If you want your marriage to succeed and your relationship with Eric and your sons to be a good one, you need simply to understand those needs and fall in line behind them.  In other words, don’t fight them, join them.  Get what pleasures you can out of the situation.”

Liz shook her head.  “So, Marion, I am to allow Eric to fuck me whenever he wants, but at the same time expect him to go out when he feels like it and suck some other man’s dick.

“Liz, you simply have to learn how to adjust to his needs.”

“You’ve said that before, but I don’t know how to do that.  How about my needs?”

“Over the years, Liz, I’ve learned how to get in my husband’s confidence so he would be open with me about his extramarital activities.  And in that way, I can insinuate myself into his various pleasures.”

“I have no clue of what you’re talking about.”

“Well, Liz, last night for example.  While my husband was sucking off our son, Eric, I felt perfectly free to strip down and enjoy watching it happen while I masturbated myself.  I actually came twice, by the way.  In other words, I didn’t make any fuss about what they were doing, so long as they were open with me about it.  I simply enjoyed, in a very real way, becoming a part of their sexual excitement.”

“That’s incredible, Marion.  There’s no way I could  do that.”

“Of course you can.  Think about it.  The alternative would be for you, by your lack of inclusion, to force yourself out of his and, probably your sons’ lives.  You’re going to be here for the next two days.  I’ll do my best to guide you, dear.”

Liz rose from her chair and stepped outside.  I followed her and stood next to her as we watched in silence my dad splashing around in the water with David. 

Dad was standing in the water with David sitting on his shoulders and laughing.

“Dad and David are certainly having a good time,” I said as I put my arm around Liz’s waist.

“Yes,” Liz said.  “With David’s hard penis sticking up along the back of your dad’s head, he certainly does look like he’s enjoying himself, especially since your dad has reached up and now has his hand wrapped around it.” 

“Please, Liz, can’t you put the sarcasm away for once?”

“Your mother just finished lecturing me that I have to love everything you and the boys do, no matter how crude and disgusting.”

“Liz, do you think that seeing David with a hard-on and my dad’s hand around it is disgusting?”

“No, not as disgusting as a man fucking another man.”

“What are you talking about, Liz?”

Liz took a few steps back and stared at me.  “You know what I’m talking about.  I could see through the corner of my eye you sitting on the stairs listening to us.”

“Liz, I wish you had told me that you found that note.  We could have worked it out.  I hope my Mom helped you understand about that.”

“Your Mom, Eric, is unbelievable.  Just imagine.  She’s going to guide me, she says, into understanding and accepting all your powerful needs, as she calls them, so that I will become a part of your sexual excitement.  Oh, goody.  I wonder what that will be like.  Maybe you’ll invite me to watch the next time you decide to fuck your new lover.  I understand your mother watched your father give you a good cock sucking last night.”

When Liz turned and stormed into the house, I cursed the moment I agreed to let Mom invite her and David up for the weekend.

Just then, Dad whirled around to face me, with David still on his shoulders.  “Lookee here, Eric, this boy’s fifteen years old, but has the cock of a twenty-five year-old.  Nice.”

I shook my head.  “Dad, please.”

Dad lifted David off his shoulders and placed him up on the deck.  “Look at that.  You jerkin’ that dick yet. boy?  You’re fifteen now.  It’s about time.”

“Dad, please.”  I could see David was embarrassed over the question.

As David went back into the pool and swam away, Dad climbed up on the deck and stretched out on a chez with his hard cock standing tall and straight.

“Eric, having my hands on that young flesh really stiffens the old cock.  I noticed he was kind of embarrassed when I asked him about jerkin’ off.  We’ve got to get him over that, Eric.  He’s got to be taught about what guys do.  What turns them on.  And as his Dad, it’s your job.  I guess as his grandpa, it’s my job, too.”

I sat in a deck chair next to Dad.  I leaned over, stared at the deck, and shook my head.  “I don’t know Dad.  I don’t know about any of this.  Mom just got through lecturing Liz about getting involved with the things we guys like to do.  And now you’re hot and ready to teach David all about the stuff guys do.  I wish that Liz and David never came up here.”

Dad reached over and grabbed my crotch.  “Come on, Eric, get out of those fucking clothes so we can have a little underwater fun.  Earnest and I always fuck each other underwater when he’s here.  Underwater fucking makes your balls really tingle when you cum.”

“Dad, not while David’s here.”

Dad suddenly sat up and said, “Okay, Eric.  You haven’t learned a fucking thing when we were in Chicago.  I thought it had all become clear to you about what we have to do.  My grandchildren are no different from you and me.  We’ve all got cocks and they all get hard.  Did you see the whopper David was sporting against the back of my head.  He’s got to know, Eric, that when his cock is like that, it’s begging to be sucked or stroked.  He’s fifteen fucking years old, Eric.  There’s no question he’s jerking it off in bed and every other chance he gets.  He does it in secret and maybe eats his own cum.  He has no idea of the pleasure he’s missing by not becoming one with the rest of his family, like you and me have, and tasting a good hard cock in his mouth or the feel of a cock up his ass, or even licking a good hot asshole.  If you don’t get busy and bring that boy around to where he should be with the rest of the men in this family, I’ll do it myself.  Now get out of those fucking clothes or I’ll rip them off.”

As I stripped  off my clothes, I felt helpless.  I kind of didn’t give a shit what Dad did.  He was obviously determined to turn David into a horny kid who, at fifteen years old, craved to get fucked by both his father and grandfather.  I silently prayed that wouldn’t happen.  At least not yet.

When I was finally stripped  naked, Dad pushed me into the pool and dove in after me.  He grabbed me from behind and held me with our heads just above the water.  I felt his hard cock squeezing between my ass cheeks and pressing on my asshole.  Then with one mighty push, it felt as though the whole length of it was inside of me. 

He ran his tongue in and around my ear.  “Now this is what underwater fucking feels like, son.  There’s nothing like it.”

Just then, David swam toward me and stopped.  He treaded water right in front of me.

He put his hands on my shoulders and said, “Dad, I’m glad you got in the pool.  Do you want  to race me to the other side?”

“Not now, David” my dad said, “your father’s busy.  Why don’t you play like a shark and circle us underwater where we can’t see you.”

David immediately dove underwater and I could feel his body brushing past me several times as he circled us.  Then, suddenly, I felt what seemed like his hands on my ass cheeks, and then on my hard penis and balls.  All the while, my dad was pounding my ass with his own cock.  David came up for air several times, but again went under.  I felt his hands again on my ass.  Then it was unmistakable that his hand was in my ass crack along with Dad’s cock.  I closed my eyes and prayed that what I thought was happening was not happening. 

Dad then gave a grunt and several hard thrusts. 

David climbed out and sat on the deck with his legs dangling over in the water.  He didn’t look at me, and I noticed a very strange and serious look on his face.  Then my dad spoke up.

“Well David, how did you like being a shark.  Did you see or feel anything interesting down there?”

David looked away.  “Just that you and Dad were pretty close together.  Was that some sort of game you were playing underwater?

My Dad floated along side of David and put his hand on the boy’s thigh.  I could see Dad’s little finger was pressed against David’s ball sack.

“Yeah, David, it was sort of a game we were playing.  It’s really fun and guys love playing it.  I’ll show you sometime how to play it.  You have to be naked when you play it, but you don’t have to play it in a pool.  It can be played anywhere.  Okay?”

“Okay, Grandpa.”

As David slipped back in the pool and swam away, I knew without a doubt that he was fully aware of what Dad and I were doing underwater.  It had to be obvious.  The boy even felt my ass and Dad’s cock with his hands.

“Dad, I have to ask you.  Why did you do that?  Why the fuck did you have to do that?  I realize the boy has to be brought along into the pleasures of manhood, but I’m not ready for him to know about these things yet.  Besides, I’m his father, and I should be the one to teach them.”

Dad looked at me sharply.  “Well, then, get on with it boy.  It’s obvious by the size of David’s cock, he’s already jacking it off and doing his best to hide it from you and his mother.  He has to become unashamed.  He has to be able to satisfy all his urges and fantasies by indulging himself in every way possible within his family.  And he has to learn to do it with pride in his manhood and without embarrassment.  Think about all the years you sucked and fucked and jacked off privately before you and I and your mother finally opened ourselves up to one another and revealed who and what we are.  Do you want all those years to pass with you and your sons before you become one with them?

I finally understood, just as I understood with my dad that night in Chicago.  “No, Dad, I don’t want all those years to pass.”

Dad knelt down in front of me, spread my knees apart, and pushed his face into my crotch where he sucked first on my balls, and then on my hard penis.  I closed my eyes and moaned quietly as I came into his mouth.  When I opened them, I saw David’s face in the water, peeking over the edge of the pool.  I smiled at him.  What else could I do?

By late afternoon, Uncle Earnest and Aunt Lucy had arrived.  My Dad ushered them out to the pool deck where Mom served them their favorite drinks, Scotch on the rocks.

Earnest cast his eyes about.  “Where’s the birthday boy?  Haven’t seen the little fucker for two or three years.”

“He’s in the kitchen,” Mom said.  “I’ll call him.  Come on out, David.  You don’t have to get dressed.  We’re all family.”

When David appeared at the door, Earnest held out his hands.  “My God, look at the size of you.  You must have grown a foot.  And look at this cock, people.  Way back when I taught you how to jack off, there weren’t hardly nothin’ to hold on to.  Now it’s grown into a real handful.  Or should I say a mouthful.”

I looked over at Liz, who had buried her face in her hands.  It took me a few moments to realize what Earnest had said.  He’d taught both my dad and me how to jack off.  And now I learned he’d had his way, so to speak, with my son, David.  I glanced at David, who looked as though he wanted to die.  I suddenly felt as though I’d failed him.  I was the father who had the responsibility for David’s sex education.  David had obviously been jacking off for years, and I was too stupid to be aware of it.  I decided then and there that I would take over the boy’s further advancement into the world of sexual pleasure.

Mom had prepared a really good birthday dinner for David.  When we were finally seated at the table, I looked at each of them.  There was Dad, trying to look like a wise old grandfather, whose every command would be instantly obeyed.  And Mom, grinning like a Cheshire cat, eager to see that the family was at one with one another when it came to enjoying, or learning to enjoy one another’s bodies.  Uncle Earnest, Dad’s older brother, looking like the lecher he was, sat across from me, winking and making kissing motions at David, while Aunt Lucy stared obscenely at me as she ran her hands under her ancient heavily drooping boobs and lifting them up to bounce against her chin.  Liz looked positively miserable and she gave out audible sighs with each breath.  David, who sat next to her, sat very still as though he had just found himself in a cage with animals that might attack if he made a false move.

“Well now,” Mom said as she dished up the Tuna casserole and passed the plates around.  This is really a special day for David.  As we’ve always done in our family, he will be allowed to do anything he wants on his birthday.”

“Yeah,” Earnest said with a chuckle.  “And I know what he wants.  Right up the ass.  Right, boy?”

“Oh, Earnest,” Mom said with a smile.  “You’re always jumping the gun.”  That can wait until he’s had his birthday cake and presents.”

I glowered at Earnest.  “I don’t thing that’s what David wants at all.  And I would suggest, in any event, Earnest, that you keep your hands off of him.  He’s my son.”

Mom held up her hand and said, “Let’s all be nice.  It’s David’s day.”

We finished the meal in virtual silence, but when Mom brought out the cake, we all sang a rather tense version of “Happy Birthday.”

“Okay,” Mom said cheerily.  “How about some presents, David?”

David managed a weak smile to pass across his lips.

Earnest produced a small package and said.  “I believe only in practical things.  And I expect you’ll find this very useful.”

When David opened the package, he looked at it questioningly, as I bowed my head.

“What is it, Uncle Earnest?”

“Well, look at it, boy.  You ought to recognize that.  It’s a fuckin’ penis.  They call ‘em dildos.  If you don’t have a real cock to play with, you stick one of these up yer ass.  To me, it feels better than the real thing sometimes.

“Thanks, Uncle Earnest.”

Mom brought out several other wrapped gifts.  I was relieved that they all contained clothes.

“Aw shit,” Earnest muttered.

Lucy piped up and said, “For his last birthday, I gave Ernie a carton of rubbers.  I just didn’t want him getting his penis dirty and bringing it home to me.”

“Aw Shit, Sweetie, at my age, I can’t get a fuckin’ hard-on anymore.  I’ll give ‘em all to you, David.  A horny kid like you could probably use plenty of ‘em.”

Dad got up and fetched his own present from the china cupboard.  “I had this hidden away, David so you wouldn’t find it.  This is something that should help you and your dad with . . . ah

. . . your education.”

As David unwrapped it, I saw that it was a DVD titled, “Mr. and Mrs. Supercock Teaches the Neighborhood.”

Earnest leaned over and looked at it.  “Holy balls, David, I’ve seen that one and all I can say is you better have a lot of fuckin’ toilet paper handy, cause yer gonna have a big mess of cum to clean up.”

Lucy giggled.  “Yeah!”

After dinner, everyone headed off to the bathroom.  I went into the kitchen to talk with Mom.

“Mom, I know how you feel about letting everything hang out.  And you know that’s what I want, too.  But I’m just not ready to have David included in all this.”

“Sit down here at the kitchen table, Eric.  Now think about it.  We now know that Ernest taught David how to jerk off, which I’m sure David was glad to know.  And you told me yourself this afternoon that you discovered that David was watching with a birds-eye-view your Dad sucking you off on the pool deck.  And just before that, according to your dad, David witnessed your dad fucking you underwater.  Also, David had his hand up in your ass crack.  Now tell me that David is not ready to move ahead on this.”

I leaned over and held my head in my hands.  “I suppose you’re right, Mom.  I think what I’m worried about most, though, is Liz’s reaction to all this.  She’s pissed off at me anyway for fucking that man who wrote me the note.”

“You leave Liz to me, Eric.  I’ve already talked with her about her problem with you.  And if she’s any kind of a normal woman, which I believe she is, she’ll come around.  Don’t worry your head about it.”

When we rose from our chairs, Mom put one arm around my shoulder and, with the other hand, reached down and squeezed my bulge.”

In turn, I pulled down the low neckline of her blouse, as well as her bra.  I kissed each of her huge nipples.  “I love you Mom.”

As she straightened up her bra and blouse, she said.  “Now before we do anything else, I want you to take David up to your room or someplace where you have some privacy.  I want you to talk with him.  He’s a member of this family Eric, and he needs to know what he can expect.  And it’s you, not Earnest, who needs to be his father now.  Only you, as his father, can explain to him what he saw today with you and your Dad.  After you come down to the living room, I intend to put on the DVD we gave David.  I’ve seen it, and I think we all need to see it.  It may help us all to put into perspective our lives as a family.

“Okay, Mom,” I said.  “You always know what to do in any situation, and you’re always right.”

Mom stepped closer to me.  “Oh, Eric, honey.  You’re so nice, you deserve another squeeze.”

This time, Mom unzipped my pants and reached in.  I could feel her fingers around my hard penis and then cupping my balls. 

“Such nice big balls you have, Eric.  I remember they were even pretty large when you were a baby, and I loved to see them floating on top of the bath water.  Now run along with David.  We’ll be expecting you in the living room a little later.”

I found David sitting alone on the pool deck staring into the water.

“Hi, David.  Can we talk?”

“Sure,” he said without looking up.

“You know, Dave, you and I haven’t had much of a chance to talk.  I know you’re busy with school and baseball and your friends, and I’ve been out of town a lot.  I suppose you talk more with your Coach than with me. 

“Maybe.”

“I’ve heard he’s kind of like a father to his players.”

“Yeah, kind of.”

I wasn’t sure where to start.  “You know, David, I didn’t know your Uncle Earnest taught you how to masturbate.”

“That was about four years ago when I was in sixth grade.”

“Did you know that Earnest also taught both me and your grandfather how to jack off.  It’s been kind of a family thing, hasn’t it?

David glanced over at me and smiled.  “Yeah, I didn’t know that he did that to you, too.”

After some hesitation, I said, “David, I want to explain what you saw this afternoon out here with your grandpa and me.”

David turned and looked at me.  “I know what you were doing.  You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“But David, I don’t want you bothered or troubled by what he and I did with each other.”

David turned his head abruptly and looked the other way.  “I wasn’t bothered by it, Dad.”

“You didn’t think your grandfather and your dad did a bad thing?

“No,”

I was surprised at his answer.  “You didn’t think it was bad?  What did you think, David?

David looked away again.  “I . . . I . . .

“Look at me, David.  Did what you saw . . . excite you?”

He looked into my eyes and smiled.  “I think so.”

I moved my chair closer to him.  “David, were you excited when old Uncle Earnest showed you how to jack off?”

“Yes.”

“Really excited?  Knowing that stroking your penis and coming to an explosive orgasm was something you wanted to do forever?”

David gave me a very broad smile and nodded his head.  “Yeah, really excited.”

“You know, learning to jack off made me really excited, too.  But there are even more exiting things men like to do, like the things grandpa and I did this afternoon.  And any man who’s done them never wants to quit.  Maybe until this afternoon, you didn’t know that men can fuck each other, not just women.  And they can have oral sex where they suck each other’s penises.  They are major parts of any man’s being.  Best of all is knowing that practicing these things will bring a family together like nothing else can.  Fucking and sucking together has brought your grandpa and me together like nothing else could.  Your grandfather says that the sucking and fucking he and I do brings us together as one entity, not two.  I now believe that his sperm is my sperm, and his orgasms are my orgasms.  As you become one with your family, you will believe it, too.” 

“But how about Grandma?  She’s part of this family.  What happens to her?”

“By her own will, David, Grandma has become a partner in the sexual pleasures enjoyed by this family.  And I hope your Mom will do the same.”

David shook his head.  “Mom doesn’t know I jack off.  And until today, you didn’t either.”

“Well, David, I knew you did because all boys your age jack off.  Your Mom doesn’t know because she doesn’t want to know.  I don’t think you’re aware of this, but I think you should know.  I haven’t fucked your Mom for several months.  It’s because she found out I and another man I met at a meeting fucked each other.  But let me tell you, David, that was before Grandpa taught me about keeping my sex within the family first before I look outside.  And that’s what I want to teach you.”

“What do you mean, Dad, keeping your sex within the family?”

It’s what old Uncle Earnest did to teach Grandpa, me, and you how to jack off.  It’s what Grandpa did this afternoon, when he fucked me, his son, underwater, and when he sucked my cock when we were on the deck.”

“Does that mean that I . . .” David began.

“That’s right, David.  You don’t have to keep jacking off in secret.  If you want to know what it’s like to get fucked by someone, or what it’s like to fuck another guy or suck his cock, we’re all here for you, David.  It’s Grandpa, it’s me, and it’s even old Uncle Earnest.  Or if you just want to jack off with someone, we’re all here, ready and willing to do it with you.  Can you understand what I’m telling you, David?”

David turned to face me and nodded.  “Yes. I think I understand.  I can  open up my feelings to you and Grandpa now, can’t I?”

“What  are your feelings, David?”

“I would like to know what it would be like to suck on your cock.  Would you let me?”

“Of course, I’ll let you.”  I pulled down my pants and lay on the deck.  “Now, David, crouch down between my legs.”

David’s sudden desire to suck me off stunned me, and my cock hardened up in an instant.

As David lay between my legs, I raised my head and watched him take my balls in his hand.  

“I like holding your balls, Dad.  It makes me feel so close to you.”

“That’s the way you’re meant to feel, son.”  I soon felt David’s tongue sweeping over my ball sack then felt both balls being sucked into his mouth.  Soon he took hold of my gorged penis and I felt his tongue running over the fleshy part of my upper inner thigh.  Where the fuck did he learn to do that, I wondered.  I suspected it had been Uncle Earnest at work again.  His tongue action was sending what felt like small lightning bolts through my body.

When I felt his tongue on the hard shaft of my penis, I put my hand on his head.

“No, David.  Not yet.  I think Grandma is waiting for us in the living room.  She wants to show us that DVD she gave you.”

“Okay, Dad.  Will you let me do this later?  I think I like it.”

We sat up and I put my hands on both sides of his head and kissed him on the lips.  “Oh, yes, my sweet boy, we’ll have plenty chance to do whatever you want.”

When we arrived in the living room, we found that my Mom had started the movie about twenty minutes before and, according to Mom’s instructions,  everyone, except Liz, had stripped naked. When David and I walked in, my dad shook his gorged penis had us.

“Get out of those clothes.  I don’t allow clothes while a Fuck Film is playing.”  Dad was lying flat on his back on the carpet directly in front of the TV

Earnest and Lucy had cast their clothes over the back of the sofa.  With her mouth hanging open, Lucy was slowly fucking herself with one of my Mom’s silver candle sticks. 

Mom sat on the other end of the sofa.  Her clothes were hung neatly over the back of a chair in the dining room.  Next to Mom was my wife, Liz, the only one who had not stripped completely.  She’d refused to take off her bra and panties.  She stared at the movie as though transfixed while Mom moved her fingers under Liz’s panties and into her vagina.  With her other hand, Mom caressed her own clit.  As I watched the two of them, Mom was clutched suddenly with a powerful orgasm. 

“Oh, fuck,” Mom said.  “That’s the third one tonight.  I’m always a sucker for two cocks pushing themselves into another guy’s asshole at the same time.  Earnest, how about you taking both Tom and Eric’s cocks up your ass at once?  We’d like to see that, wouldn’t we Liz?”

Mom shook her head as she continued to play with Liz’s cunt.  “I’m afraid, Eric, that your wife has had too much to drink.  And considering what we’ve been looking at in this film, I think she’s also drunk with desire to get fucked.”

I looked at Liz, and knew that she had sunk into a sexual hole.  While I watched, she began to mumble incoherently as she tore off her panties and bra.  She slipped off the sofa and literally slithered across the floor to where I was lying on my stomach watching the movie.  While a woman in the movie separated a man’s ass cheeks so she could lick his asshole, I watched Liz separate my Dad’s ass cheeks and bury her face in the crack.

I looked at David.  It was obvious he could hardly believe he was watching his mother doing the unthinkable.

Suddenly Liz pulled off of my Dad’s ass and reached over, touching David’s penis.  “David,” she squealed, “I’m so glad you came to the party.  We’re all getting fucked tonight.  Go ahead.  Roll over there and fuck your grandfather.  I got his asshole good and wet for you.  Then once you’ve shot your fucking cum into him, roll over and suck your dad’s cock.  Won’t that be fun, Eric, to have your son suck your cock?”

David looked confused and stunned as he watched his mother babbling almost incoherently about fucking his grandfather and sucking me off.  I felt almost as though I wanted to protect David from his mother.  I hated having to let him listen to her like that. 

I stood up and pulled David to his feet.  “Come outside with me, David.”

We were once again out on the pool deck.  The moon had risen high in the night sky, and cast the proverbial romantic aura over the land. 

I took David in my arms.  “I’m sorry, David.  I apologize for your mother.” 

Without saying anything, he pulled away from me and held me at arm’s length with his hands on my shoulders.  He slowly brought his hands up to my cheeks and pulled my head toward his face.  With parted lips, he kissed me.  His soft lips seemed to invite my tongue into his mouth.  As I felt every inch of his tongue and roof of his mouth, he lowered his hands and undid my belt buckle.  I soon felt my pants sliding down my legs to the deck.  The tip of my gorged penis was now pressing through my underwear against David’s leg.

Without unbuttoning my shirt, he managed to pull it off over my head.  Then kneeling before me, he pulled down my under shorts.  As he leaned in and held my ass cheeks in his hands, I felt his tongue sweeping over my ball sack.  Then his tongue proceeded down my inner thigh and slowly over the soft hair on each of my calves.  He held my legs in his hands and sucked on them making them so wet they felt cold in the night air.

David pushed my legs apart and crouched below my crotch.  He slowly brought his face upward until his tongue and lips were touching my perineum, the sensitive spot between my asshole and my balls.  He then spread my ass cheeks apart and buried his face in my ass crack.  His tongue pressed hard against my asshole.

All the while that he was doing these incredible things to me, my legs seemed to be getting so weak that I begged him to let me lie down.  As I lay naked on my back, I watched him standing over me and slowly removing his clothes.  He seemed to have a wickedly sweet smile on his face as he lowered his body down between my legs and sucked in the full length of my hard penis.  I felt his tongue swirling around the head of it.  Within moments, I felt the muscles in my abdomen and around my asshole begin to cramp, signaling that I was about to cum.  I was overwhelmingly excited in the belief that this would be the first load of cum that had ever been shot into my son’s mouth.

Then I let it go.  My orgasm felt as though I had been shot into another universe.  David quickly scooted up and pressed his lips against mine, letting much of my cum to run into my mouth. 

When I opened my eyes, I was stunned to see tears running down his cheeks.  My euphoria suddenly turned to a love for him that was deeper than anything I had ever felt in my life.  I kissed and ran my tongue over his smooth face, tasting and savoring his tears.  I threw my arms around him and hugged him so tightly that I was afraid I would suffocate him. 

After a very long while, we separated and lay next to each other with our bodies pressed together.

“I love you, Dad,” David finally uttered as he ran his fingers over the soft hair on my thigh.  “I’ve craved loving you like this for so long.  But Mom always tried to put so much doubt in my mind.  She said you were bad and didn’t love us.  I tried not to believe that, but I just  didn’t know for sure.  But when I saw her going all crazy tonight, I just said . . . you know.  Well I just said . . . .”

“You said ‘fuck it,’ didn’t you?”

David chuckled.  “Yeah, I said fuck it all to fucking hell.  All the time that Mom was bad-mouthing you, I kept saying to myself that I love my Dad.  I want somehow to find a way to tell him, and even better, show him how much I love him and . . . .  I heard Grandpa saying earlier that your orgasms were his orgasms, and . . . .”

“And,” I interjected, “my sperm is your sperm.  As of tonight, my sperm is in your body and is a part of you.  As time goes on, David, we, as father and son, will become more and more a part of each other, as Grandpa and I have become.”

David rolled to his side and laid his head on my chest.  I could feel his tongue flicking at my nipple.

“Dad, how about Mom.  What are we going to do?”

“Well, I don’t know there’s much you and I can do to bring her around and make her understand.  I’ll always love your Mom, David.  Don’t make any mistake about that.  But she’s got to let me fuck her again.  She was always a good fuck.  She’d always cum two or three times to my one time.  And she can suck cock like she was born sucking cock.   You know something, David?  I just found out tonight you’re as good a cocksucker as your Mom is.”

David grinned.  “Well, Dad, when are you going to show me how good a cocksucker you are?”

“Your Grandpa tells me I’m a pretty good cocksucker, even better than Grandma sometimes.”

“Dad, I have to tell you something.  Right before dinner, Uncle Earnest asked me if I’d ever been fucked.  When I said no, he said he wanted to show me how to do that tonight after everyone’s gone to bed.

“Fuck Uncle Earnest.  I’m in charge of your education, David.  I’ll show you how to fuck.  The moon is so beautiful tonight, why don’t we come back down here on the deck after the others have gone to bed.  You’ll love getting fucked, David.  I’ll show you how to relax your asshole so it’ll feel good and not hurt.  And to look at the size of your cock, David, I know you’ll go far in being one of the best fuckers around.”

“Dad, maybe we better go back in.  I haven’t looked at any of that movie, even though it was gift to me.  Grandma will think I’m ungrateful.”

“Well it’s your DVD.  You can look at it anytime.

When we walked back in the house, we heard not a sound.  As we entered the living room, the whole place was in disarray.  Everyone was naked and asleep.  My wife, Liz was on her back stretched out on the sofa with David’s new dildo sticking out of her cunt.  My Mom was sprawled out in a chair with Aunt Lucy sitting on the floor between her legs with her face pushed into Mom’s pussy.  Uncle Earnest was lying on his stomach with my dad lying asleep on top of him with his cock buried in Earnest’s asshole.

I looked at David and shrugged.  “Well, David, I guess we can go out under the moonlight right now and have our fucking lessons.  I don’t think there is anything here that will disturb these sleeping beauties.  That DVD must have been really hot.”

I took an inflated air mattress out of the pool shed and laid it out by the edge of the pool.  We were out of our clothes in an instant and into each other’s arms.  The feel of my son’s young and firm skin on my hands was enough to cause me to lower his body to the mattress and stretch out his arms and legs.  I had often fantasized giving him a total body tongue bath, and now, finally, the time had come.  I started on his cheeks and neck, running my tongue down over his shoulders and between his muscled pecs.  I nibbled on his nipples and licked his stomach.  I wound my tongue through his thick bush of pubic hair and down over his penis and balls.  I took each of his beautiful legs in both my hands and ran my tongue and lips over the soft hair that covered them.  I’d always been a sucker for a man’s beautifullegs.  I rolled him over and bathed his back before I gave special attention to his ass crack and asshole.

“David,” I said, “push your asshole out like you would when you take a shit.   That’s it.”

With plenty of saliva, I pushed in and out the tip of my tongue into David’s rectum.  “Could you feel my tongue sliding in and out of your asshole?”

“Yeah, it feels good.”

“Well, wait until you feel my hard cock slide into your ass.  Since I already shot a load when you sucked me off, I’ll probably have to wait a while before I can again get a really hard rod to fuck you with.  But I want you to fuck me now so you can see what it’s like to have your cock inside of me and to shoot a load of cum into my gut.”

I quickly laid on my back and pulled my knees up against my chest.  “David, look at my asshole.  That’s your target.  Before you fuck any asshole, you’ve got to be sure it’s well lubricated.  If you don’t have some sort of lubricant available, the best thing to do is to flood the asshole with your saliva.  Now get down there and get my asshole good and wet with your tongue.”

I watched David’s face eagerly and literally disappear into my ass crack.  The sound of his slurping was so erotic, my cock suddenly became rock hard again.

“Now, David, mount my ass and push that gorgeous cock of yours all the way into my asshole.”

I looked into my son’s face as I felt the head of his penis pop into my rectum and slide all the way in up to the hilt.  He pumped harder and harder, and our pelvic bones pounded heavily together.  I could see his eyes filled with a pure sexual frenzy.  I thought, my God, this is my own beautiful son fucking the shit out of me and loving it.  In only a few short moments, David’s face became flushed, his eyes closed, and his mouth opened wide.  As I felt my son’s hard penis throbbing inside my rectum as it spread its warmth through my gut, he let out a series of growls in rhythmic accompaniment to each volley of cum that shot into me.

David slowly pulled his penis out of my asshole and then, as he held my legs up, he buried his face against my asshole and sucked as much cum out of it that he could.

Just then, the door to the house opened.  It was my Mom.

“My God, what’s going on out here?  I could tell from all the groaning that someone was getting fucked.  And I can see that I was right,” she said as she walked closer and stood over us.  “Now I see what’s going on.  David, I couldn’t be happier to see that you are giving your own father a good fuck, especially since it’s your birthday.”

I looked up at my Mom.  “Mom, it’s David’s very first time, but he slammed my ass like he’d been fucking guys for years.

Mom stooped down and kissed David’s ass cheeks as she ran her finger through his crack.  “Well, David, how did you like having your Dad’s penis up your ass?

“That hasn’t happened yet, Grandma.”

“Well, Mom,” I said, “David’s already sucked me off and I don’t know that I’ll be hard enough to fuck him.”

Mom reached down and flicked my cock with her fingers.  “Oh, Eric.  That  cock of yours is plenty hard.  Now get up here and give your son a good fuck.  It’s his fifteenth birthday, after all.  Where’s your manners?

“Okay, Mom.  I’ll try.”

As David got into position, Mom said, “Oh boy, David.  That’s a beautiful virgin asshole you’ve got there.  It makes me wish I had a penis of my own.  If you don’t mind, I’ll just pull up this chair so I can watch my grandson getting his ass fucked for the first time.

I could see that Mom had with her the dildo Uncle Earnest had given David.  She spread her legs wide and slowly fucked herself with the dildo as she watched.

With my tongue and saliva, I thoroughly drenched my son’s asshole and slowly pushed my hard cock deep into his rectum. 

He closed his eyes and moaned quietly.  After a moment, he reached out and took hold of my arms.  He ran his hands over the soft hair that covered them. 

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.  “Fuck me harder, Dad.  Pound that cock into me really hard.

Mom leaned forward, “That’s right, Eric, pound his ass really hard.  Oh my God!” she called out.

Mom had obviously had a major orgasm as she fucked herself.

I tried to hold back and make it last as long as possible for David during his first time getting fucked, but it was no use.  My orgasmic cramps took hold of me as I felt my cum surging up my shaft into my son’s body.  My moaning turned into a series of roars as each stream of cum shot into my son’s ass.

This time, the noise had awakened my wife, Liz and, still fully naked, she’d staggered to the door and out on the porch.

“What’s all the noise about?  For God’s sake, what are you doing, David?”

Still on his back with his legs in the air and my cock buried in his ass, he said, “Can’t you see, Mother?  I’m getting fucked.  And, as I’m sure you can tell, it’s my Dad’s cock that’s up my ass.

Liz gasped and then crumpled to the deck in a faint.

Both David and I leapt  to our feet.

Mom held up her dildo.  “No, don’t worry about her.  Let me get one more orgasm out of this dildo, and then help me carry her upstairs where she can sleep it off.  Leave her to me, boys.  She just needs her head fixed and adjusted a little bit.  Some people just can’t think right and need to have someone straighten them out.”

As Mom got through one more orgasm, she waived her dildo in the air.  “I’m telling you, David, your Uncle Earnest know his dildos, probably as good as he knows his own cock.  He gave you one of the best.  This one allows me to fuck myself and twist it just a little bit so it rubs my clit just right.  Come on, David, lets get your mother upstairs. 

Posted: 09/23/11