Cuckolded By My Son, Sissy watches as his son screws his wife, It’s amazing how little you can be aware of what’s going on around you, right underneath your nose, even right in front of your eyes sometimes. By the time I was in my forties, I thought I had everything set just the way I wanted it. My wife, Laura, was still beautiful, a curvy redhead with slight plumpness she had gained with middle age, which only served to give her a happy, healthy glow. Even though our sex life had stagnated recently, she seemed happier than ever in the weeks leading up to the events that would change my life and my outlook completely. Our son Adam had just turned eighteen and had grown into a tall, broad shouldered, strappingly masculine man who was desired by every girl at school. Yes, I thought, there’s little more a man could want from his home life than a beautiful wife and a handsome, popular son. Well, I was about to learn just what can happen to a man with a home life like that.
Like I said, my wife and I hadn’t been having much of a sex life at all lately so I was somewhat thrilled and excited one evening to see her come into the bedroom wearing a very sexy shear dark blue babydoll that barely covered her round, peachy arse, and just about revealed the black lace thong she wore beneath. I’ve always loved sensual women’s lingerie, the soft feel of the material against skin, the way it hung from and clung to all the right places, enhancing already beautiful curves, so it was quite something to see Laura dolled up like this as she hadn’t for quite a while. She came over and began to kiss and stroke me, pulling all my clothes from me until I was completely naked and my arousal at this sudden turn around in her behaviour all too clear.
“Why don’t we try something a little different tonight, honey?” she said in a rich, seductive tone, “Something to spice things up a bit.”
“Anything you want,” I said, incredibly turned on by her sexy undies and suggestive tones.
“I want to be in control,” she said, “I want to tie you up.”
My heart skipped a beat in excitement, I’d never seen this kinky side to her before and it was really something that was getting me pretty hot and flustered. She had obviously been planning this as she took out a short length of rope. Doing nothing to resist, I happily let her lead me to a chair and sit me down in it, my cock now growing to a semi-hardon. She sat herself astride me, her large breasts heaving just inches from my chest, I looked down at her impressive cleavage, bordered by the thin material of her blue babydoll, her breasts looked even better. I had a silly grin on my face as she leaned in, pushing her breasts against me, kissing my lips, as she fed the rope around, tying my hands behind me and then to the chair itself. I was helpless to move, my hands were tightly tied and I couldn’t get up, but that didn’t matter, I wouldn’t want to get up from this, my wife’s sensual curves in sexy lingerie touching against my bare flesh.
Just then, however, came something much more unexpected. I heard the door open and someone come into the room but Laura in my lap prevented me from seeing who it was. I knew, however, that Adam was the only other person in the house and felt a flush of embarrassment run right through me which, in an instant, killed off my growing erection and left my cock pretty flaccid once more. After all, it was bad enough to be discovered, to have your only son walk in on you having sex, but even worse for it to be in this compromisingly kinky situation. I couldn’t imagine the thoughts and the embarrassment running through his mind on seeing his father naked, tied to his chair and his mother in sexy lingerie astride him.
I was a little surprised when, instead of making a hasty exit, he came in and shut the door behind him, walking over to us. I could tell now that it was indeed our son, dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. Far from being surprised or ashamed to have discovered us like this he seemed pleased, and possibly a little amused.
“That’s good,” he said with a little laugh, “That’s just right.”
Now right beside us he leaned down and ran his hand along the bare flesh of my wife’s far shoulder, caressing her softly, while his other hand turned her face towards his which he had brought down close to our level.
“You look amazing, mum,” he smiled, “That is a very sexy, very flimsy little thing you’re wearing there,” his hand ran down her arm to her narrow waist and wide hips where the folds of the shear babydoll fell around it.
“Mmm hmm,” Laura giggled at his gentle touch, “I’m glad you like it. I wore it specially for you.”
“That’s a good girl,” Adam replied.
As he said this, the hand that cupped her chin pulled her face toward his and he leaned in to kiss her. Their faces were just inches from mine as all I could do was watch open mouthed. This was no affectionate kiss such as a son might occasionally give his loving mother, no this was far more passionate and lingering than that. They stared into each other’s eyes as their lips pressed together and their tongues rubbed across one another. I couldn’t remember the last time she had kissed me like that. As they broke from the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure.
“What the….?! What’s going on?” I was finally able to stammer, shocked and confused but what I was watching, my son french kissing my wife, his mother, just inches from my face.
“Come on mum, get off that pathetic loser and come here,” Adam said, commandingly, and Laura obeyed, getting up from sitting astride me, she stood in front of our son in the middle of the room, “Now, how about a kiss for your loving, affectionate son,” he said with a charming yet lascivious tone.
She was only too eager to respond and began to plant tender, eager, wet kisses all over his lips as her hands ran across his firm, toned chest. She pulled his T-shirt up over his head, to reveal that fine, muscular torso and began to move her kisses down until she was covering his chest with them, while she lustfully stroked her hands over his solid muscles. I had to admit, he was quite a figure of a man, I could see why all the girls wanted him so much with a hot body like that. I gasped as I caught myself in this thought. What the hell was I thinking? The weirdness of what I was watching must be to blame for my mind even dwelling for a second on what a fine, toned, hunky body my eighteen year old son had.
“Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here?” I said, becoming red faced and angry, tied naked to a chair as I watched my wife make out with my son, I was thinking that they were playing some joke on me, some cruel trick but I couldn’t work out what or why.
“God you’re stupid,” my son turned to me for the first time, “Isn’t it obvious what’s going on?”
“No,” I said, struggling to get up but my wife had tied my hands well and tightly, “I don’t understand what you two are doing?”
“It’s quite simple really, dad,” Adam continued with a nasty grin as he pulled Laura close to him, her big breasts pressing against his bare chest with only the thin shear material of her babydoll in between, his hands rubbing her large, round arse, “A beautiful woman like mum needs a real man to satisfy her and it’s pretty obvious you’re not up to the task. So, I’ve been filling in instead, giving her what a woman like her needs and deserves!”
“It’s sooo good,” Laura purred lasciviously as she cuddled up against her son, “We’ve raised such a stud,” she said directing a triumphant look at me.
Laura was now unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down around his ankles. My son was now almost as naked as me, only his hot, hunky body was something more to behold than my unremarkable, skinny one. I was still struggling to take in quite what was happening here.
“No,” I said, “I don’t believe it. I can’t believe you, Laura, would have sex with your own son!”
“Mmmm,” she sighed again, “I know it’s sooo wrong but that’s what makes it feel sooo great. Well, that and he’s such a studly lover. Not like you at all, honey.”
She pulled down his boxers and released his cock and I couldn’t help but gasp once more. My son’s dick was incredible, at least eight inches long and hugely thick, becoming hard already at his mother’s touch. I could hardly take my eyes of the firm, hard, veiny beast, it somehow consumed all my thoughts for the moment. I had never seen anything so strong, so powerful and masculine.
“It’s really something,” cooed my wife, down on her knees, stroking her hand up our son’s shaft, “It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.”
“You see, dad, this is what a real man looks like,” Adam said to me, glancing dismissively at my own cock, barely half the length of his, “This is how I’ve been showing mum what she’s been missing and now I’m going to show you too. It’s time you learnt what it takes to be a real man.”
My wife was now kissing the head of our son’s huge cock as it became hard and erect, flicking her tongue gently over the end as she stroked her hand up the shaft. I stared, dumbstruck once more, all my attention on my son’s glorious, engorged meat and my wife’s pink lips as they brushed across it.
“Oh yeah, oh come on, mum, suck my cock,” my son moaned as his mother licked up from the base of his shaft.
Adam began to moan as his mother licked his massive, firm cock. They almost seemed to forget I was there, forced to watch this strange sight, they were so into what they were doing. Laura opened her lips and let our son’s dick slide between them, making it wet and slick, going down deeper and deeper until her face was almost buried in his crotch, her throat taking in an incredible amount of his meat. She pulled all the way back and I could see my son’s dick harder than ever, the veins throbbing, covered in his mother’s slick saliva, the head glistening with his pre-cum. Withdrawing her mouth from her son’s cock for a second, Laura gasped.
“Mmmm, that tastes good, I just love to go down on my son’s big cock,” she glanced significantly at me.
“And you suck cock so well, mum,” he gave a big grin as he pushed her head back onto his engorged member.
Soon, Laura was bobbing her head back and forth, slurping eagerly over his cock while her hand began to play with his balls. Adam had his head back, his eyes were almost glazed over with pleasure, he was gasping in short, sharp breaths.
“Oh, oh yeah, that’s it mum. Suck me. Suck my monster cock. Show your pathetic husband what he’s missing out on,” he encouraged her as she eagerly continued to go down on him.
It was a sight like nothing I could ever have imagined, my wife in a sexy blue babydoll, on her knees giving my son an incredible blow job and all deliberately in front of me, tied to a chair. I wanted to look away, to close my eyes, but I couldn’t, in spite of my feelings of disgust, I was absolutely engrossed, my wife’s beautiful, lingerie clad, feminine curves and my son’s hard, masculine body and long, thick cock held my attention like nothing else before. I couldn’t even think of anything else and the fact that they were mother and son just made it more fascinating.
“Ahhh, yeah, mmmm,” my wife gasped as she let my son’s cock slip out of her mouth again, “I need you to fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard, my hung studly son. Show your daddy what he’s missing out on.”
She got down on her knees on the floor, facing away from him and towards me. My son got down behind her as she turned to look over her shoulder and begged him once more to fuck her hard. He pulled her babydoll up around her waist and exposed all of those lovely round arse cheeks of hers. Pulling her little thong aside, he slid his dick inside her. I could see her face right up close as she looked up at me and I saw her eyes widen and her mouth open in an “O” of exquisite pleasure as our son pushed his huge cock inside her wet, waiting pussy.
“Oh baby, oh my God, fuck yes!” she sighed and gasped as Adam pulled out and thrust back inside her, “That’s it baby, fuck your mother, fuck her harder! Oh, ohhh, oh yess!”
“God I love you mum,” our son sighed as her began to penetrate her deeper, thrusting harder and faster, “You’re so beautiful, I love your hot arse and you sure know how to fuck!”
I didn’t know what to do or say, tied naked to a chair, my beautiful wife on her knees being taken from behind by our studly son, her face in beautiful ecstacy facing towards me. All I could do is run my eyes along her beautiful, curvy body and down to where she was impaled on my son’s impressive dick. And then something even more unexpected happened, I felt a stirring in my groin and, to my incredible shame, noticed that I was getting an erection. I couldn’t quite believe it, but the sight of my gorgeous wife giving herself up to passionately thrilling sex was turning me on. The more the hardness of my cock grew as I watched helpless as I was cuckolded by my own son, the more embarrassed I became and yet I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from that round, peachy arse and the cock penetrating beneath it.
“Can’t stop watching can you?” my son said dismissively in my direction, breaking me from my focus on his thick, hard cock and my own growing arousal, “What’s it like seeing your wife finally really satisfied by a real man?”
“Mmmm, looks like he’s enjoying what he sees,” my wife giggled as she saw my hard-on close up as her body rocked and shook with Adam’s hard thrusting.
“Oh God, you sick freak,” he laughed, “You really are enjoying this aren’t you? You like seeing me fuck mum.”
I flushed bright red, it was incredibly humiliating but oddly the humiliation of being forced to watch my son fuck his mother and being teased about it was turning me on even more, I had a raging erection now and had my hands been free I would have been forced to jerk it off just to bring myself some release even though it would have made this freaky, kinky situation even dirtier. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this aroused. Part of me just wanted a hole to open up and swallow me completely but another part was thrilled and fascinated by what I was watching.
“That’s it mum, oh yeah, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum in a minute,” Adam gasped, “Are you ready for it?”
“Oh yes!” my wife was practically screaming as she rode back to meet her son’s thrusts, “Cum for me baby, cum for mummy. Fill me with your thick, creamy juices!”
“Aaaaah, oh, OH GOD! I’m cumming! MUM, I’M CUMMING!” he cried out as he buried his cock deep inside her and his body shook with an orgasm.
After a while, he relaxed and pulled his sticky and now soft, but still impressively sized, cock from out of Laura’s pussy. She still hadn’t reached her own climax and at that point he turned to me.
“Why don’t I let your pathetic husband finish you off,” he said, “It’ll make him feel needed.”
Laura got up and came over to me, rather than sit on my cock, raging and desperate for relief after the kinky, incestuous sex show I’d just been given, she stood up and straddled my face, pushing her swollen, wet pussy towards my mouth. It’s was covered with glistening white liquid, Adam’s cum, filling her up and leaking, dribbling down her thighs. In spite of this, I began to kiss her all around her groin, slowly extending my tongue and licking around those warm, wet pussy lips, sucking on her clitoris. Everywhere, I could taste the warm, salty taste of my son’s cum and every taste of it reminded me of my own humiliation, how I’d been forced to watch him cuckold me, and every taste was a thrilling pleasure even as it humiliated me, it drove me eagerly on to lap up all the sticky cum I could, all the while eating out my wife’s pussy and getting her more and more flustered as she pushed her crotch into my face so all I could see was her thighs and her thong pushed aside.
Finally, her body shook with an orgasm of her own as her pussy juices mixed with the unusual taste of Adam’s cum, and I drank it all down, no longer concerned for my own shame and humiliation, my cock hard as a rock and desperate for some attention but my hands were still tied behind my back. My wife got down from straddling my face and smiled a dirty grin at our son, they shared a slow, lingering kiss before finally turning back to me.
“As you’re now well aware of what’s going on between mum and me, I think I’ll sleep in here from now on,” Adam said, “You can sleep in my room.”
Laura then came over and untied me. Now was my chance to get up, to get angry and lay down the law in my own house but I knew that I was no longer in charge around here. How could they take me seriously with a raging hard-on and my son’s cum dripping down my chin. I had to admit defeat and walked, red faced, from what had once been me and my wife’s bedroom to my new room, formerly my son’s.
Lying back on Adam’s bed, I finally began to stroke my hard, aroused cock, masturbating myself while all the time in my mind flashed images of what could be happening in the next room, images of my wife lying back, her luscious curves draped in flimsy lingerie, her pussy penetrated by my son’s big, hard cock. Her so beautifully soft and curvily feminine, him so strong, toned and completely in control and, before I knew it, my dick had exploded and I came all over my chest.
Soon after, I fell asleep and yet still my dreams were filled with thoughts of my son and my wife in hard, passionate sex, their hot, wet bodies pressing together, I just couldn’t get it out of my head and I knew then that my family life was not going to be quite the same from then on.
And I was right. My life certainly did start taking a strange turn from that day onwards. I had become a willing voyeur in my son and my wife’s incestuous affair. The next day I hardly saw either of them for most of the day until Laura, still my wife I guess although our relationship had changed so dramatically since the day before, came and found me. Once again her curvy body was barely covered by some thin, sensual lingerie. She smiled a triumphant grin at me.
“Hey, you pathetic little man,” she smiled, “Our studly son says that given how much you seemed to enjoy watching him fuck me last night, he’ll let you shame yourself again, seeing your own son fuck your wife so much better than you ever could. He knows that that kind of humiliation is what turns you on.”
I should have said something there and then, objected in some way to being treated like this, but the truth of the matter was that she was kind of right. My well hung son ploughing my wife’s wet pussy with his huge cock was all I had been able to think of all night. It was an image that continued to linger in my head at that moment. Even as Laura said those words I was picturing it, imagining myself sitting their watching while her hot body writhed in pleasure before me, pleasure that my son was giving her while I was helpless to do anything but watch astounded and stroke my own much smaller cock. Just thinking about it was getting me semi-hard.
“Oh yes, Laura,” I found myself saying before I could stop myself, letting my true feelings come spilling out, “Please let me watch. I love to see you getting fucked. I want to watch our hot, hung son fuck you hard.”
She laughed and grabbed me by the hand, dragging me upstairs, “God, you are pathetic,” she scoffed, “And, to think, I stayed married and faithful to you all those years, never knowing I was missing out on so much. No wonder I love feeling a real man like our son deep inside me.”
She opened the door to what had once been our bedroom and lead me inside. Adam was already in there, stripped naked, his tall, toned, muscular body looking so strong and imposing. His shoulders were broad and his chest hard and rippling with muscle. His long, thick cock was already hard in his hand as he looked up and saw us walk in. He gave his mother a dirty grin and then glanced at me with a withering glare as if to remind me quite how insignificant I was, quite what an inferior specimen of manhood I was alongside him. That look from that muscular stud made me blush but it thrilled me too, the thought that the truly manly cause of my humiliation was my own son made my little dick grow harder again.
“So, he likes to watch how a real man does it,” Adam grinned at his mother, not even turning his attention on me, “Very well then. He has to strip and sit beside the bed. He can watch me fuck you, mum, but he can’t touch himself or you until I say so.”
“You heard him,” my wife said, turning to me, “Do as he says.”
“Thank you,” I said, pathetically grateful for the chance to watch my hunky son fuck my hot wife once more, “Thank you so much for letting me watch.”
As I stripped from my clothes, I could see that their attention was already on each other once more. I watched as my son pulled his mother into a passionate embrace, kissing her repeatedly on her full, pink lips as he slid the crimson satin chemise she wore from her shoulders, sliding it down her body onto the floor, revealing those huge, round breasts that had once suckled him as a baby and now proceeded to do the same again as he began to flick his tongue across her pert, erect nipples as she arched her back towards him and moaned. I could see sitting on my chair beside the bed that she was wearing no panties, indeed she was naked except for black stockings and suspenders framing her large, round arse nicely.
“Mmmm, yes, son, your lips feel so gooood on my breasts,” my wife moaned.
“You have such beautiful, big, round tits, mum,” my son responded, cupping them and caressing them with his big, firm hands, “I love your curves, your soft feminine body. My hot, beautiful, yummy mummy. That sweet body of yours has only become sexier as you’ve grown older and I’ve grown more able to appreciate you, see how much more beautiful my sexy mother is than other women. I want you soooo bad mum, sooo much more than girls my age.”
By now, he was rubbing his hand over her wet pussy and she had reached out for his hard cock, stroking his shaft as he spoke soft words filled with incestuous lust in her ear. Meanwhile, my own naked member was becoming harder and more aroused.
“Ohhh yes, honey, I want you too, my hot, hard son,” Laura moaned, “I want you to fuck me, boy, fuck me hard, make me scream and moan for your pathetic, sissy daddy there!”
Adam pushed her back onto the bed right in front of me and she opened her stocking clad legs wide and inviting. He knelt between her legs and held his firm, erect, monster cock at the mouth of her wet, waiting pussy. Looking briefly at me with a look of triumph, he slid his trembling, veiny cock inside my wife’s pussy, making her gasp.
“Ahhhh, that’s it honey,” she sighed, “You feel soooo good inside me.”
He bent over her prostrate, naked body, pushing his chest against her large, round breasts, and kissed her on the neck as he slid the full length of his big, hard cock up inside her. I watched his tight arse rise back as he withdrew a little from her pussy before shafting her harder and deeper and making her whimper with pleasure once more. He was now kneeling up over her, running his eyes over her curvy body as his hands held her wide hips and he thrust his dick in and out of her wet pussy, while she wrapped her stockinged legs around his back and rubbed her large, round breasts, moaning and crying out in pleasure.
“Yes, yes. Oh yes. Fuck me, honey, fuck mummy’s nice, wet cunt!”
Once more, I was watching as my son fucked his mother, my wife, only this time I wasn’t tied to a chair. This time I could have done something, I could have got up and stopped them. What they were doing was so wrong, so twisted and dirty. It wasn’t just my wife cuckolding me before my own eyes, it was her doing it with our son, and they were really enjoying it. I should have stood up for myself, should have stepped in and put a stop to it, but once again I was rooted to my chair. Not tied with rope this time, but stuck none the less, fascinated by what was happening and, let’s face it, incredibly turned on, by both the sexy sights of these two very sexy people fucking inches away from me, and the humiliation of watching my son screw his mother. I felt dizzy and light headed, all the blood seemed to be rushing from my head to my cock, which was absolutely rock hard. I had never been this turned on before and I wasn’t even involved in the sex that was happening right then in my own bed with my own wife.
“Mmmm,” my wife moaned, turning briefly to look in my direction, after the instructions that my son had given I was trying desperately not to start stroking my hard, firm meat, “I can see you like what you see, you dirty little sissy man,” she said to me, “You like watching our son fuck me silly. Oh yes, that’s it, he’s fucking me soooo good. He feels sooo big and hard inside me. Our son is a fuck-god and I love him riding my pussy!”
I just continued to stare open mouthed. I knew that they knew quite how much I was getting off on this and that my son and my wife now knew that they could do whatever they wanted and taunt and tease me about it and, rather than be pissed off, I’d be really turned on. Eagerly, I drank in the sight of my wife’s hot body, rocking back and forth as my son fucked her harder and harder, her massive breasts jiggling around. I ran my eyes down from her breasts towards her pussy, where I could see Adam’s thick, hard cock entering her. There, I just stopped and stared for a long while, it was quite a sight to behold.
At first I had thought that the turn on had been all about seeing my beautiful wife get a really good seeing to, seeing her hot body writhing in sexual ecstasy. But, now I was beginning to realise that it was as much of a turn-on to observe the studly prowess of my hunky, hung son as he ploughed his thick meat into his mother’s pussy. That cock was incredible, hard, veiny and throbbing, a good eight inches in length and very thick, I could see why it gave my wife such pleasure to feel it inside her, frankly just looking at it was making my own little, inadequate cock cry out for release, but it would be Adam who’d get that first.
“Uh, ahhh, oh, mum, you’re so hot, I can’t hold back much longer,” he gasped, “I’m gonna cum for you, mum!”
“Oh yes,” his mother moaned, “Cum for me, honey, cum on my tits, cover me with your juices. I want your sissy daddy to see me soaked in your manly cum!!”
Adam pulled out of her pussy and moved so he was kneeling astride her with his cock in his hand, stroking it as it dangled over the enormous globes of her bosom. I couldn’t help myself and leaned in closer and closer to my wife’s round breast and my son’s hard dick as, all of a sudden, a stream of white cum shot from the swollen head of my son’s cock in a stream that landed from his mother’s cleavage up to her chin. He continued to stroke it until he had covered her breasts with glistening, sticky juices.
I began to remember the night before and eating the creampie he had left inside my wife’s pussy, how much I had loved both the taste and the submissive humiliation of it. I knew now just what I wanted. I leaned forward from my sitting place and began to kiss and lick my wife’s breasts, licking up my son’s cum even as he continued to shoot his load on the great expanse of soft female flesh. My wife giggled to see me eagerly lick our son’s cum from her body but I didn’t mind, I was in heaven, loving every second.
I turned to look up and my son’s fine, sculpted body. I felt so submissive, kneeling there as he bent over me and my wife, looking up at his perfect body and monster cock from my low down position. As his cock continued to twitch, a stream of cum hit me across the face and I licked it from my cheek with a big grin. Before I really knew what I was doing, I had turned my attention from my wife’s beautiful breasts to my son’s dominant cock. My tongue flicked out to catch his cum and suddenly I found myself kissing the head of his cock, licking around inside it. This new surprising pleasure, however, was short lived.
Adam pushed me violently away from his dick, glistening with his cum from his recent ejaculation. I looked up at him with pleading, enquiring eyes.
“Fuck, dad, you may be a complete sissy fag, but that doesn’t mean your son is,” he said, nastily, “I don’t want a man going down on my cock. This beast is saved for the hot women. Sexy creatures like mum. Unless you can be a hot woman too then you can stay well away from this!”
“What?” I said, “I don’t understand.”
Laura, topless and with her tits still sticky with the cum I had not completely lapped up, turned a slightly more friendly eye to me, “It is a lovely, tasty cock, isn’t it, sissy?” she said, “All you need do to taste some is be a sexy woman. I’m sure you can manage that…”
“Huh?” I still didn’t get it.
“Doll yourself up, silly,” my wife said, “Give yourself a sexy makeover. You want a taste of cock, get the look of a cocksucking sissy slut and he’s bound to go for it.”
Now I was beginning to see what she was driving at. A couple of days ago, the whole thought would have sickened me but I was a different man now and I was in a very different family situation. Now, I was only too willing to be manipulated by my sexy wife and studly son to do whatever they wanted and I was only too eager to humiliate myself before them to get a taste of my son’s sweet spunk.
Laura went over to her closet, and took out some of her lingerie, heels and a blonde, shoulder length wig I had never seen before and ushered me into the hallway.
“Make sure you do a good job,” she said, with a warning tone, “He doesn’t want you looking like some fag in drag. You’ll only get the cock if you come back looking like a hot slut.”
Once again, I felt a little unsure of how we had got to this stage and knew that if I had any sense, let alone any remaining manliness, then I would put a stop to this, then I would just leave now and never look back on my wife and son and their sordid incest games. But, I didn’t, all the while I had been thinking this, I had walked into the bathroom, stripped out of my male clothes and was running the soft satin of the babydoll my wife had handed me. I barely realised what I was doing, I was by now so receptive to any suggestion made by my wife and son, I would do anything to be a part of that dirty incestuous fun I had just been thinking was so wrong.
I stood in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I certainly couldn’t see how I could make myself over to become a hot woman. Sure, I had dainty, soft features but I was pretty convinced of my masculinity. Mind you, there was a lot that I had been pretty convinced of that the last few days had moved me on from. I found myself beginning to picture myself as a woman, with a curvy big breasted body like my wife’s, draped in flimsy satin lingerie. I had to admit, the thought was something of a turn on. Then, I imagined my son’s big, hard cock and my lips, painted in slutty scarlet lipstick going down on it. I shook my head, part of me shocked and disturbed by the lengths to which my fantasies had gone, but most of me thrilling to try it.
I was kind of surprised at how quickly this strange new idea had taken hold of me. I guess my wife was right, I had become a total submissive sissy, in total thrall to her hot, sensual curves and my son’s hard body and harder cock. If dressing like a woman was what it took to get to taste my son’s thick meat then I would do it. But, it wasn’t just that, I was really starting to get turned on just at the thought of me as a submissive woman, yearning, begging for cock like a dirty whore.
I got into the shower and washed my body completely clean. A thought occurred to me and, using my wife’s razor, I shaved off all my body hair until my legs were silky smooth. Drying myself off, I admired my hairless body, already looking more feminine. Looking in the mirror, I fished through Laura’s make up and began to apply some to my face. I wasn’t very good at it and I ended up applying a lot more than I thought with thick, dark eyeshadow and bright red lips. Still, it did go someway to making me look like a cheap whore, the kind of dirty slut that I think my incestuous family were after. In the shoulder length blonde wig my wife had given me, I actually did look quite convincingly like a woman. I smiled at my reflection, this was better than I had dared hope. I was kind of sexy. I gave myself a naughty grin, I was beginning to turn myself on just by looking at myself.
Finally, I slipped on the crimson coloured babydoll that my wife had given me. Obviously I didn’t have her incredible figure but I attempted to fill out the cups with tissue paper. I also had a little red thong that I slid up my newly smooth legs and over my now quite hard cock. The feel of satin on my skin was very sensual and really managed to get me completely imagining myself as a hot slut desperate for my son’s cock. Finally, I put my feet into the shoes, a surprisingly good fit although walking in the four inch heels was a little difficult at first. They did, however, enhance the femininity of my legs, making them look quite shapely really.
Delighted with my new appearance and the promise of what was to come of it, I eagerly tottered in my heels from the bathroom, back to the bedroom, where my wife in her stockings was cuddling up to my naked son on the bed, her huge, round breasts pressed against his firm muscular chest. They both looked up as I came in dressed in babydoll, heels and wig.
“Wow, sissy,” my son laughed, “I didn’t really think you’d go through with that. You must be desperate for cock. I can’t believe my dad’s such a queer little slut!”
“Yeah, but he does make a sexy bitch, doesn’t he honey?” my wife giggled, I blushed and my hard cock twitched in excitement.
My son got up and walked over to me, looking me over, his hard, naked body just inches away from mine. I was quivering with eager anticipation as my hung son ran his eyes over my body, barely concealed by the babydoll. There was a small but distinct bulge growing in the front, through the material of my thong, as my erection grew harder.
“Alright, sissy, you’ll do,” my son grinned, “You look enough of a dirty slut whore to suck my hard cock. Come over here mum, you can teach that sissy ex husband of yours how to suck your son’s big, hard dick.”
My wife came over and knelt beside me, the two of us looking like a pair of hot women, totally submitting to this one hard cock in front of us. She gave me a little teasing smile before diverting her attention back to our son’s thick, throbbing meat. She reached her hand up and began to stroke along the length of the shaft. Licking her lips, she bent her head down to kiss the swollen, purple head.
“Come on sissy, I’ll show you how to worship your son’s incredible cock,” she said, smiling at me before licking along the underside of his shaft.
I reached over with my hand and followed hers in holding my son’s dick and stroking up and down the cock. I had never masturbated anyone but myself and my son’s cock was significantly longer and thicker than mine, my hand barely reached around its full thickness. Still, it was a thrill to feel it, warm and hard and alive in my hand, my own cock was getting ever harder at the sensation of playing a dirty slut, pleasuring a hard cock.
Following my wife’s lead, I leaned my head in until I was right on top of my son’s meat, it looked even more huge this close up, the veins running along it sticking out before my eyes. Tentatively at first, I stuck out my tongue to lick the warm, hard flesh. As my wife began to wrap her lips around our son’s cock, taking the head inside her mouth and circling her tongue around it. I began to lick up and down the length of my son’s shaft. Adam, meanwhile, was having the time of his life, as his cock was worshipped by the mouths of both of his parents, dolled up in sexy lingerie.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “Come on, suck your son’s hard cock. That’s it sissy. You never made much of a dad, but you take to being a cocksucking sissy pretty easily. You must take after your wife, she gives great head, you know.”
I kissed my son’s dick and was thrilled to see the mark of my bright red lipstick smudged on his shaft, a reminder of the dolled up slut I had become this evening. Meanwhile, my wife was taking about half our son’s hard length into her mouth and going up and down on it, bobbing her head back and forth as I drooled all over the remaining length, using my hand now to play with his balls, massaging them in the hope of encouraging some of that thick, tasty cum once more to shoot out across my face and my wife’s gorgeous tits.
“Mmmm, mum, you suck cock soooo goood,” he moaned again, “But let the sissy have her go too. I want to see what my former daddy can do now he’s a sluttish whore.”
My wife let Adam’s cock slip from between her lips and moved over so she was kissing his shaft and then taking his balls in her mouth.
“Oh honey, I love the taste of your cock sooo much, my hot, studly son, I could just suck you all day long,” she said, “Let’s see what your sissy daddy can do.”
I now took my wife’s place, with my son’s firm, thick member sticking right in my face. My wet, painted mouth was barely big enough to fit around his thickness, but I did, taking the head into the moist warmth of my mouth, licking my tongue inside his foreskin to taste the salty pre-cum. This egged me on, making me think of the delicious taste and delightful humiliation that would be in store for me if I got my hunky son to blow his load all over my made up, feminised face. I might not have been as skilled as my wife at going down on a monster cock, but I was eager. And I managed to take a decent amount of my son’s length down my throat before withdrawing and taking it back in.
“Ahhh,” I gasped for air, letting my son’s manhood slip from my mouth for a moment, “I love your cock, son, it’s incredible! Now I know why my wife had to turn her back on me and turn to loving this incredible meat!”
“Shut up, sissy, and suck it,” my son commanded, taking hold of my face and pushing me back down, deeper onto his dick.
“That’s it,” my wife giggled, covering the rest of his shaft with soft kisses, “Oh yeah, the sissy’s really loving it now, getting face fucked, having her throat invaded by her son’s meat.”
There was little I could do but kneel there and take it, staring up at my son’s strong, imposing form, as he shoved his dick in and out of my red lips, fucking my throat, making me understand who was in control, who wore the trousers in my household and who were just the cock loving whores. There was nothing I could do to stop my son violating my mouth, but I didn’t care, I loved submitting to his hard manhood. As he continued to fuck my mouth, I reached my hand down and began to rub my own rock hard dick through the sensual satin of the babydoll I still wore. My cock was straining against the little red thong I had on underneath but I loved the feel of it. I could tell that I was going to cum myself soon.
“Oh, aaah, aaaaaaah,” my son grunted, “You’d better be ready for cum, sissy, because it’s coming soon. Oh fuck, yeah, OH Here it comes!!”
He pulled his massive member from my mouth and my wife started to furiously jerk him off.
“Cum for me honey,” she sighed, “Cum all over your sissy slut daddy’s face!”
“Oh yes, my studly son, please cover me with your warm, sticky cum!” I sighed and pleaded.
And that seemed to be enough to send him over the edge. Suddenly I felt a stream of warm liquid hit me in the face. My wife continued to stroke Adam’s cock, milking him for as much cum as he could give. Meanwhile, he continued to shoot his load, covering my face with his salty, sticky juices. I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch my son’s tasty cum inside. My wife now joined, kneeling beside me, hoping to get herself a little of my son’s spunk. Soon her face was as sticky as mine and her grin almost as wide.
Meanwhile the erotic thrill of my son’s cum filling my mouth was enough to send me over the edge as well. My hand rubbing my hard little dick through my satin thong made me spill my own load, creaming inside my sexy lingerie. My wife noticed the “o” of pleasure on my painted red lips and followed it obviously down my satin clad body to where there was a clear wet patch in my crotch.
“Oh, sissy,” she giggled, “Did your son’s hard cock make you cum. You’ve ruined those perfectly good panties!”
I blushed a red colour almost as deep as my babydoll. But I was also glowing with pleasure, pleasure only enhanced by my wife and son being there to see me dressed in feminine lingerie, filling my panties with sticky cum. The humiliation and embarrassment were just even more of a turn on. I knew that after tonight, things would never be the same again.
That night, I slept at the foot of my former bed as my wife and son cuddled up together. My soft, feminine body was dressed in a silky chemise and my mouth was stuffed with my thong from before. As my wife and son caressed and kissed, I lay there and listened, sucking my own cum from my dirty, stained panties. It was clear to me now that this would be my life from now on, no longer the man of the house, but the submissive sissy who would do anything to worship the cock of the real man of the house, my son.
My wife and son continued to make me dress in feminine clothes and, in exchange, I was occasionally allowed to suck my son’s beautiful cock, or lick his cum from my wife’s hot body. Things took another strange and new turn a few weeks later. I had got pretty good at making myself look like a sexy slut and was beginning to really enjoy my new feminine life. On this particular day, Laura had made me dress in a pair of knee high PVC boots with six inch heels that made it very difficult to get about anywhere. I also wore a matching black PVC mini-skirt that barely covered my thighs and black lace panties beneath. I was wearing no bra, instead I just wore a tiny, tight red PVC halterneck top that exposed my midriff. Once again I wore the blonde, shoulder length wig and painted my face in heavy, slutty make up and bright red lipstick. I looked like a cheap hooker but that was just the way that I liked it, not to mention the way my wife and son wanted it.
I was upstairs when I heard the doorbell ring and Laura going to answer it. Suddenly, I froze in fear, nobody had ever seen me like this, in my slutty feminine form, except for my wife and son. I was terrified lest my secret identity as a submissive sissy who liked to watch his own son fucking his wife was known to the world. I could hear several voices downstairs before footsteps coming up to the bedroom where I waited.
“Come on sissy,” my wife said, coming into the room, dressed in a little black dress and stockings, “There’s some people waiting to see you downstairs.”
“What? No,” I said, stubbornly, “I can’t go in front of people like this,” I looked down at the way I was dressed, just like a whore, “I just can’t.”
“Don’t be stupid, sissy,” she replied, “You’re coming down and that’s that. Don’t forget who’s in charge around here. If you want to keep tasting that juicy cock then you’ll do just what we want!”
What was I to do? I was so much under the thumb of anything my wife and son wanted that I could no longer resist any humiliation. Anything they demanded of me, I not only did, but liked it and was rewarded at the end with the nice, salty cum I had come to love so much. I guess a stronger man would have refused, but then a real man wouldn’t have let themselves get into a situation where their wife thought them so little of a man she slept with her own son. A real man wouldn’t have let his son force him to dress like a slutty woman to suck his cock. So I guess there was no pretending I was a real man anymore. And I guess I was always going to do what Adam and Laura asked of me.
So, I found myself tottering downstairs after my wife, struggling to walk in my six inch heeled kinky PVC boots. Although I was so submissive as to follow any command, I was still getting pretty nervous, my heart was in my mouth. Who were these people? Why did my family want to introduce me to them? And what on earth was going to happen? I was incredibly nervous but also could feel my cock becoming a little aroused at the prospect of some strange new things that might happen.
My wife opened the door of the living room and walked in, with me coming through behind her. I don’t know what, or who, I expected to see as I entered the room, but still, when confronted with what was there, I got the shock of my life. My hunky son was there, sat on the sofa in jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles, but there were three other people in the room as well. Three people that I recognised, that I knew very well. Next to my son on the sofa sat my wife’s sister, Helen, and across the room, still standing, were my nephews, her two sons, Matt and Chris.
Helen was a couple of years older than my wife, taller and skinnier, without my wife’s curves and incredible breasts. She was not quite so beautiful but still looked pretty great for a woman in her late forties. She was dressed in a simple blouse and knee length skirt. Her sons were aged 19 and 21, both tall and thin as well. They were quite good looking although not such incredible specimens of muscular masculinity as my son. To be honest, I had seen them grow up and had not ever really thought of them as possibly vigorous, sexual kinds of guys but they were at that age now where they had to be. Helen, however, I had occasionally entertained fantasies about, such as is quite usual, I imagine, with the close sisters of your wife, or something similar.
My wife’s family was quite close and I knew them all pretty well. They came to visit quite often but still I was shocked to see them today. Maybe that was something to do with the way I was dressed. For a second, all three of them looked at me blankly, trying with a little confusion to place me and failing to recognise who I was, before all of a sudden, Helen’s jaw dropped and she gasped.
“Good God, Steve, is that you?” she said, shocked.
“Uncle Steve,” Matt, the older of my two nephews said, “What the hell are you wearing?”
“And why?” said his brother.
“It’s not Steve anymore,” said my wife, “We just call him ‘Sissy’.”
“I don’t understand,” Helen went on.
“He wasn’t satisfying me as a husband,” my wife said, “He’s not much of a man, so we thought he’d make a better slut.”
“Who’s we?” Chris asked.
“My new lover and me,” Laura grinned. Adam had got up from where he was sitting and was now standing beside her, he took her in his arms and they began to passionately french kiss in front of the whole family.
“Oh My God!” Matt gasped with shock.
“Urrgh,” echoed his brother, “What the fuck? That’s disgusting!”
But they still stood there, watching their cousin make out with their aunt, not doing anything to stop it or to leave the room. I knew that feeling, like me they were fascinated by the scene playing out before them, the naughty incestuous mother son embrace was so wrong that it was an incredible turn on to watch. Even after seeing them at it so much these past few weeks, I still felt my cock grow hard to see his hard body press against her curves. He broke from the kiss but still held her in his arms, his hands caressing her round bosom through the material of her black dress. He turned with a smug look to Matt and Chris.
“Come on, guys,” he said to his cousins, “Don’t pretend you hadn’t thought about it. Older women are so hot and they really know how to please a man. I bet you’ve thought about sucking on your mother’s tits or burying your cock in her warm, wet pussy.”
Matt and Chris looked a little unsure of what to do or say but I could see that even if the thought of fucking their sexy mother hadn’t occurred to them before, it certainly was now. Chris let his eyes wander over to her, I saw him run his gaze over her body, especially dwelling on those long, smooth legs of hers. Meanwhile, she had got up of the sofa too and had come over to where Adam was caressing and kissing his mother. Helen ran her hand across her nephew’s muscular chest.
“Well, sis, I can’t say I blame you,” she said to my wife, with a naughty smile, “He’s quite a man. I wouldn’t mind having a taste of him myself!”
I was shocked. I certainly hadn’t expected that. I never thought my sister-in-law would be so easily persuaded into something that was so strange and wrong but she seemed really keen and eager to have a piece of her hot nephew, my manly son. I could see why she wanted it so bad, after all so did I, but still I was surprised at how quickly and eagerly she acted on her impulses. In no time at all, my wife and her sister had stripped Adam of his tight t-shirt and had pulled his jeans around his ankles as they pushed him back to sitting on the sofa. His massive cock was already semi-hard as his aunt knelt down before him and began to stroke it with her hand, making it warmer and harder every second. It looked so good, so strong and hard and masculine, I just wanted to get a taste too, and I didn’t care that my sister-in-law and her sons would watch.
I soon found myself joining my wife in kneeling before my son’s growing erection as my wife’s sister continued to stroke it. I was down between his thighs, kissing up the inside of his leg as my wife licked her tongue around the head of his cock, her sister still stroking it. The two sisters looked each other in the eye and laughed even as they continued to pleasure my son’s dick with their hands and mouths.
“I guess you’re just as much in need of a real man’s cock as I am, sister,” my wife said.
“I’ve never seen one like it,” her sister confirmed, “It’s incredible, so long and thick.”
The two sisters kissed each other across the hard cock and then began to transfer their kisses to the thick, hard meat itself, while I knelt under them and began to lick my son’s balls. Adam now pulled my wife up to sit beside him and began to kiss her again as he slipped her dress from her shoulders and unstrapped her bra, letting those incredible breasts spill out.
“Wow, nice tits, auntie Laura!” Chris said on watching his cousin bury his face in Laura’s breasts as she ran her hands over his muscular chest.
My nephews were obviously beginning to warm to the idea of their family’s incestuous fun, although I could no longer see what they were doing with my face buried between my son’s legs. I began to move my attention to his thick, veiny cock. As Helen began to lick the shaft, I flicked my tongue across the quivering head and inside the tip of his foreskin. Helen looked at me and grinned at the sight of the man that had married her sister, dressed in a PVC skirt and boots, face painted like a slutty whore, sucking on his own son’s cock.
“Wow, you really do make quite a hot sissy slut,” she said, moving her free hand to run across my rubber clad body, “And you do seem so keen on a nice hard cock!”
Between us, me and my sister-in-law continued to suck and lick all over my son’s hard cock while his attention was entirely on his mother, playing with her great, round breasts and then running his hand down inside her panties and fingering her wet cunt. She began to gasp and sigh.
“Oh, honey, oh yes, you’re making me so wet, my hunky son, I want to feel you inside me,” she moaned.
Meanwhile, thanks to me and Helen, Adam’s cock was firm and twitching and just waiting to fuck his beautiful mother. I could see that Helen was as much into sucking and submitting to this fine piece of manhood as I was. It seemed like Adam had all the women in the family just desperate for that nice hard cock of his. And even for the men it held quite a fascination. Like me before, my nephews were obviously beginning to get a dirty thrill from watching my wife and my son getting together, a thrill only enhanced by seeing their own mother on her knees before their cousin’s big, fat cock.
“Oh God, mum’s quite a cocksucker!” sighed Matt.
“Well, Sissy Uncle Steve isn’t too bad either,” his brother laughed.
I turned back to look at them for the first time and saw that they had dropped their pants and pulled out a pair of six inch cocks that, while not as enormous as my son’s, were certainly more impressive than my own. While watching their mother and uncle suck on their cousin’s monster dick, they had both begun to masturbate their own cocks. Obviously, seeing the rest of their family engaged in hot, incestuous sex, they had no qualms about revealing the turn on it was for them in watching.
“Sissy, it looks like your nephews could do with a bit of oral relief,” my son said, looking down at me, “Go and use your cock lust on them, I don’t need a sissy boy like you when I’ve got two hot real women like mum and Aunt Helen.”
I turned and went over to my hot, young nephews, kneeling before them, as my wife began to straddle my son, lowering her wet pussy onto his hard cock as her sister continued to lick the base of his shaft. Meanwhile, I looked up at my nephews and took each of their cocks in one of my hands. I smiled lustfully up at them and began to stroke their warm, firm meat.
“What are you doing?” Matt complained as I masturbated his member, “I don’t want some sissy man touching my cock. Aaahh, mmmm,” he moaned, the sigh of pleasure escaping his lips contradicting what he was saying.
“Don’t you?” I said, “You know what a hot slut like me can do for you.”
I flicked my tongue gently across the head of his dick, making it tremble with anticipation.
“I don’t care of this sissy is our uncle,” Chris said as I squeezed and stroked his firm cock, “I want those hot slutty lips round my cock. Come on sissy, you like the taste of your son, why not suck on your nephews?”
I was only too happy to oblige. Turning the attention of my tongue between Matt and Chris, circling my tongue around the head of one cock while my hand stroked the other, then swallowing half the length of the second cock while I jerked the first. Although neither cock was quite as fascinatingly big and thick as my son’s monster, together they made up for it by giving me so much length of man meat to run my mouth over. As I began to properly go down on first one and then the other, even Matt’s feeble protests diminished.
“Stop doing that, you freak. You’re my uncle, you shouldn’t be doing this. Aaaah, mmmm. Oh, don’t…Don’t stop, slut. Mmmm, yes, suck my cock, sissy bitch.”
“Oh yeah, sissy, suck us. Run that tongue of yours all over your nephews’ cocks,” Chris moaned.
I pulled the two together so the heads of their cocks were almost touching and wrapped my lips around both heads as my hands vigorously stroked the lengths of their shafts. My own cock was now getting pretty hard at being in the centre of this incestuous orgy. There was a quite obvious bulge in the front of my tight little PVC mini-skirt but I didn’t care, I loved the way the lace of my panties made me feel, rubbing up against my erection.
Meanwhile, across the room, I could see my wife bouncing up and down on my son’s massive dick, sighing and moaning as he buried his face in her huge tits. Helen was now licking both her nephew’s cock as it entered Laura’s pussy and also turning her tongue to pleasuring her sister’s clit. Laura couldn’t help but scream and moan at the double stimulation of her son and sister.
“Oh yes. Fuck yes, this is incredible. Fuck, there’s nothing like fucking your son, unless it’s fucking your son and your sister!” she cried, “Your cock is so big and hard inside me, son, and, sister, your tongue feels great on my cunt!”
“Mmmm, mum, I knew you’d enjoy getting more of your family into this fuckfest,” my son gasped as he shafted his mother’s pussy, “And it gives the sissy a chance to get a proper fucking too, and from his family!”
Hearing this, Chris pulled his cock from my mouth, allowing me to concentrate on taking the full length of his brother inside me. It was easy after being used to my son’s huge dick. Meanwhile, Chris had moved around behind me and was slapping my arse in its tiny, tight little mini-skirt.
“I’m gonna get myself a piece of this tight, sissy arse,” he said, “How would you like your nephew’s cock inside your little arse, sissy?”
I pulled Matt’s cock out of my mouth for just long enough to gasp, “Oh yes! Please, nephew, I’d love that,” I was a little surprised at myself, but I guess it should have been obvious from my dressing in sissy female clothes and worshipping cock with my mouth that before too long I’d get a cock in my panty wearing arse as well. Even though I hadn’t much considered it before, as soon as Chris mentioned it, I knew that I really wanted it, to totally submit to a hard cock by feeling it penetrate deep inside me, and my own hot young nephew’s cock at that. “Come on, fuck my little virgin arse. I’m just a sissy slut for cock and I want one inside me now!”
Chris pushed my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties around my knees. I was kneeling in a doggystyle position, with my mouth still wrapped around his brother’s hard dick. He pulled my arse cheeks open and slid his cock, slick and wet with my saliva into my arse hole. It was something of a tight fit as he pushed hard up into me, making me pretty light headed but still I was urging him on, deeper into me, loving the feel of giving up my submissive sissy arse to a hard cock, being penetrated from both ends by my nephews.
Finally, he was most of the way inside me, and he began to withdraw, but only before slamming back into me, quicker and harder, even as his brother took control of fucking my face, leaving me completely helpless, sandwiched between my nephews and their hard cocks as they pushed me one way and then the other, always leaving me penetrated and filled with the cock I desired so much. I had no control over the situation but that was just how I liked it, I was in heaven, submitting to being used by my family’s cocks. I hadn’t realised it until recently but this was the greatest pleasure I could imagine, especially with one cock buried deep in my arse, stimulating me in places I didn’t know were there.
Anyone who would have come into the room at that moment would have seen a sight that would have been pretty unbelievable to witness. On one side of the room, there was my son, naked, toned, muscular, with a monster cock buried deep in the pussy of his busty mother, dressed in nothing but stockings and heels, who was riding him for all she was worth while her sister, her blouse torn open to reveal her breasts, her skirt up around her waist, licked her pussy while fingering her own. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, there was me, the sissy father of the hung stud, feminised and dressed in PVC boots and skirt with slutty lipstick and make-up, being double penetrated by my nephews, one big cock in my mouth, the other taking my anal virginity.
“Oh yeah, you’re so tight, bitch,” Chris moaned, “Your arse feels soooo tight on my cock. I’ve never had such a good fuck.”
“Mmmm,” moaned Helen, fingering her wet pussy, “It’s good to watch my sons enjoying such a good fucking but mummy needs to feel a cock inside her too!”
Leaving her sister bouncing up and down on my son’s cock, she walked over to our side of the room and got down on the floor beside me. My shiny black skirt hung around my waist and my lace panties were down around my knees as her son buried his cock in my tight arse, my own naked dick swung back and forth, leaking pre-cum. She moved herself underneath me and slid my little cock into her wet, waiting pussy so that as her son shafted my tight little arse, it pushed my crotch forward, penetrating deeper inside her.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck, that’s it,” she sighed, “Keep fucking this sissy’s arse, son,” she said to Chris, “Fuck him harder, push him deeper inside me. Oh fuck, it’s like fucking my son.”
“Mmmm, mum, that’s so hot,” Chris said, really tearing into my arse now, his mother egging him on seemed to make him want to fuck me harder than ever, “I love the thought that fucking my sissy uncle is fucking you too!”
Meanwhile, my sister-in-law began to kiss my face, even as my nephew, her son, continued to fuck my mouth with his quivering erection. Now, he began to alternate between shoving his dick between my painted, slutty lips and presenting it to his mother, who was only to eager to lick and suck her first born’s hard manhood.
“Fuck mum, yes, suck it. Suck my dick,” he gasped, “Make me cum. Make your son cum and shoot his load all over this sissy’s waiting face.”
Hearing his brother on the edge of an orgasm, Chris began to shaft me even harder, sending waves rocking through my body and causing me to shaft his mother ever more vigorously.
“Oh yes. That’s it. Fuck I’m gonna cum in this tight sissy arse!” he cried, “Yes. Yes. YES!! FUCK, I’M CUMMING.”
His orgasm shook my body completely as he rammed his dick right up into me so our balls were slapping together, and filled my arse with warm, sticky cum until it leaked out and ran down my soft, bare thighs. At the same moment, the sighs and groans of his brother got harder and faster as both me and his mother continued to lick and suck on his slick, wet cock. Watching his brother cum inside his uncle’s virgin arse was enough for him and his cock exploded.
“Uhhh,” he gasped, shooting a stream of cum into my blonde wig, then another across my cheek, and another into his mother’s mouth, “Mmmm, taste my cum, mum. Drink it down. Feel my warm juices across your face, sissy.”
My face was sticky with my nephew’s juices and I eagerly licked the cum from all around my mouth and from off my sister-in-law’s face. More cum leaked from my arse and that wasn’t it. I was still thrusting my little dick into her pussy. It was the only pussy I’d had in a long time and I had almost forgotten how good that warm, tight wetness could feel in all my desire to submit to big, hard cocks and get soaked in cum. Well, there would be more cum coming in a minute and this time it would be mine.
I looked across the room, and once more saw the original voyeuristic thrill that had set me off on this strange path of incestuous submission, the sight of my son fucking my wife. They too seemed to be nearly at a climax. My wife had her head thrown back and her body was shaking orgasmically as she rode his huge cock.
“Aaah, uhhh, oh God! Oh yes! Fuck! Cum for me, honey, fill mum with your hot cum!” she gasped and cried.
He was only too happy to oblige and a few seconds later, his massive cock was shooting its huge load deep up inside her. Watching this sexy show from my wife and son sent me too far gone as well and my own cock began to shoot creamy white cum up into my wife’s sister’s pussy.
My face and chest were already sticky with cum but still my wife got up from off my son’s now soft but still impressive cock and walked over to me. Her sister joined her. As my nephews stepped back to watch, their cocks now soft again, I lay back as my wife and her sister stood over me. Both of them had cunts that were leaking manly cum, my own and my son’s. Eagerly I lapped it up as it leaked and fell from their pussies, giving me one final, delicious taste of the salty, masculine juices I loved so much, making me dirtier and stickier in front of my whole family, with cum still on my face and leaking from my arse from my nephews.
My son’s cum and mine intermingling in my sissy mouth was quite an ending to what had been quite something of a day. I was a cum loving, cock hunting sissy who loved nothing more than dressing in girly lingerie and sucking the cocks of the men in my family and watching my wife fuck my son before soaking me in cum. It was weird and kinky but, you know something, I had never been happier with my family life.
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