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My fucking family
I love my family. Always have, and always will. I worked hard for the bigger part of my life to provide them a nice living. To care for them. And to look after them. I spend most of my free time with them, because I always liked being surrounded by my loved one. I always was, and still am the caring father. Family first. Always. And forever.
But there was one day, when it all nearly collapsed. When I almost lost my way. When I thought of leaving them. Running off somewhere else. Start a new life on my own. So let me tell you about that day. That for the first half completely ordinary work day.
As always, I got up early in the morning. I was the first one up. Enjoyed the quiet. Did some exercise. Brewed two cups of coffee, one for me, one for my wife. Made two nice beagles, filled with whatever was in the fridge. Then she came in. Still wearing her nightgown. Her hair a mess, sleep still in her eyes. My beautiful girl, my wife. The mother of my two c***dren, a boy and a girl.
We always had a nice conversation in the morning. Planned something, talked about our days until she kissed me goodbye. I left the house before the k**s were up. I left home for an unexciting, boring workday. Nothing special that day. Lunch was okay. And in the afternoon, not much left to do, so I checked out early. Looked forward to surprise my wife at home.
On the way home I bought some groceries. Texted the k**s that mom and dad want to spent some time on their own. Have a romantic dinner. Only my daughter wrote back: Okay dad. I will spend the night over at a friends house. I told her, that i was perfectly fine with her doing. One done, the other one will follow soon.
Back at home, after parking my car in the driveway, as always I opened the door. Not locked, so she, my wife is at home. While entering the house I yelled “I am home early.”
No response. Maybe she is out in the backyard. After getting out of my shoes, yes we don’t were shoes in our home, I took the groceries over to the the kitchen. To get there, I had to pass through the living room. And there she was, my wife. Sucking big hard cock. No, not a stranger. It was my son. My wife gave our son a blow job, on kaçak casino the sofa, in the living room of our family home.
I was paralyzed. Not able to move. My eyes widened. My jaw nearly dropped down to the floor. Next to the shattered remains of the groceries that just dropped out of my hands. And the other two, they just kept on going. They must have heard me. But no reaction.
The sound of a cock sliding down a throat filled the room. She took him deep. Balls deep. She even gagged on him. A mother gagging on her sons cock. Her eyes were filled with tears. Tears of joy, as she later called them. He had his eyes closed. Enjoyed the whole thing. And I, I still wasn’t able to move. So I watched that rock hard cock sliding in and out of my wives mouth. And I admit it, I popped hard wood while doing so.
Then she turned around. Her eyes open, starring in my direction. She gave me an encouraging smile. Smiled at the huge bulge in my panties. Then she looked me in the eyes. Not a unpleasant look, it was the darling I really love you look. While doing so she slid our son’s cook inside her soaking wet, hairy cunt. She did it slowly. Enjoyed every second of it. She rode him with passion. And signaled me to take out my cock. To start jerking off.
I dropped my pants. Took my dick in one hand and joined in. Jerked in rhythm she rode his cock. Until she climaxed. Then my son followed. He blew his load inside his mothers cunt. And then I came, blasted a load on the carpet in front off me.
It was in that moment, when my son opened his eyes for the first time since I entered the room: “Dad. Shit.”
My wife calmed him down, touched him the right way: “It is okay darling. Just grab your stuff. Leave the house for the night. Stay over at one of your friends home.”
Then she gave him a kiss. No, not how a mother kisses a son, she gave him the passionate kiss of lovers. On the mouth.
Then we both were alone. My wife and I. We just waited until we heard my son closing the front door behind him.
Then she said: “So, now you found out. I fuck our son. And I love doing it. You can judge me if you want.”
I had no clue what to answer. But I went over to the sofa, my pants still dropped, casino oyna she still naked with cum dripping out of her cunt, and sat next to her: “And now?”
“I have no clue,” was her answer.
“Me neither.”
So we sat there. Really close to each other. No air between us. Staring against the turned off TV for a while. And then our heads turned. We looked in each others eyes. Eyes filled with passion and lust for each other. For the first time since a while. We started kissing. Intense long kisses. Then she whispered in my ear: “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my ass. Punish me for being a dirty slut.”
At first she blew me. Sucked my hard dick. I ordered her to take him balls deep. To gag on it. Lube it with her spit. While she was giving me a hell of a blow job, I fingered here dirty hole. To prepare it for the upcoming. Then I ordered her in position. Doggy style. Then I drove my dick deep inside her asshole. Slow and soft in the beginning, hard, fast and deep in the end. I gave everything. Pounded her as hard as I could. My T-shirt was soaked in sweat. Before I came, I pulled out to blast my load over her back. It was a big and nasty one.
She turned around, looked at me with a dirty smile: “That was all?”
“I am not done yet. But for now, let’s just make us some dinner.”
So I collected the groceries from the floor and brought them over in the kitchen. We shared kitchen duties. I had to cut stuff, she was standing at the oven. With my cum still on her back. And our sons cum still dripping out of her cunt. What a messy day.
When dinner was ready, we sat in front of each other. And the conversation was, our k**s. Or better said she fucking our son. I asked her a few questions, she answered them all. Without being ashamed or telling lies.
She told me that it was going on for years. At first it was just a game for her. She wore skin tight outfits, to see if she can make him pop wood. And it worked. Then she began walking in on him. Always when she assumed that he was jerking off. And one day she caught him. Started that awkward conversation about what he was doing. And she repeated that progress. Until that one day, when she joined in. When my wife gave our son his canlı casino siteleri first hand job. After that, it got more and more. Now, the fuck each other. And love each other.
I listened. And I hurt in my head. It was wrong what she did. Seducing her own soon. Cheating on her husband. But on the other hand, well I am a dirty motherfucker. Or at least I always wished I was one. She did to our son, what I often fantasized that my own mom should to with me. So it was hard for me to judge her. Even thinking about it, yes you already guess it, made me hard again. And yes, she took notice of it.
And disappeared under the table. Sucked another load out of my already aching balls. Yes, she knew and still knows how to suck dick. When she was done, my sperm covering her beautiful face, she just asked the question of the day: “So you are fine with me fucking our son? Being his dirty mother. Full filling every boys dream.”
While she did so, she gently touched my balls. Played with them in the way I like it. So i just said yes. Be his naughty mom.
After that she came out under the table and slung her arms around me: “Thank you sweetheart. I love you. You are the best.”
Then she offered to clean up the mess we made. I accepted it and wandered of into the bathroom. For a long, warm and relaxing shower. What a day. What a wife. And what a lucky son. Immediately I began fantasizing about my mom. Yes, no clue why, but hard once more. I scheduled to call her on the next day.
When I left the shower, my wife has finished cleaning up the kitchen and the living room. She just entered our master bathroom when I left. Our bodies touched each other. She grabbed my balls. Squeezed them. No, not the gentle way: “Wanna fuck me once more? Fuck me like our son does? Wanna fuck mommy?”
I fucked her hard, I fucked her long, it took a while for me to blast another load in her. She enjoyed it. Had three more orgasms. God, I love fucking her. Then, when were done, we just tried up each others bodies and went to bed. Cuddled together like a couple freshly in love. Had a good night of sleep.
In the following morning, I woke up first. Did my usual morning routine, had breakfast with my wife. Then she kissed me goodbye with the following words: “Darling, you not even know half of the stuff that is going on here.”
Wondering what she meant, I drove off to work. And believe, I would find out soon. But that is another tale to tell.

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