Gary's Choice

It was my wife Marcia’s birthday and I booked a table for dinner at the country club. It was a real family affair. My son Robert was there with his beautiful girlfriend Rebecca and my lovely daughter Katherine was there with her handsome fiancée Brian. He was a 25-year-old brown-haired muscular investment banker from a very good family and quite a catch. It was a Saturday night, and the two visiting young couples would be staying over at our Westchester home.

Dinner was glorious as was the conversation. We were all enjoying yet another bottle of fine wine, when a gorgeous young brunette woman in an elegant evening dress came over to the table. She bent down, kissed Marica, and whispered to her, so I only I heard, “Hi Mom. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” It was Timothy!

Marica’s frozen smile masked her mortification. Timothy rose, grinned at us all and walked away. Robert instantly knew what was up from his furious expression and swayed the conversation to something innocuous as the celebration continued without a beat. Everyone else was clueless. In the distance I saw that Timothy entered one of the bar areas. Marica soon blew out her candles and we had cake and brandies. 

“Honey, why don’t you take the girls home. We’re going to have another round and talk shop. We won’t be long.” “Certainly, dear” Marcia cheerfully said as she, Rebecca and Katherine left. “What’s going on?” said Brian. “Welcome to the family!” said Robert.

They followed me into the bar. There was Timothy having a martini alone in a booth. “Are you fucking nuts!” I forcefully exclaimed, just short of yelling so as not to cause a scene. “How fucking dare you!” “What are you going to do, punish me?” laughed Timothy. “Get the fuck up!” I said. Timothy took a fast last swill of his drink, rose and followed us to the front outside. A valet brought Robert’s car. Brian sat next Robert. I pushed Timothy into the back seat and got in.

“You sick fucking bitch!” I yelled as Robert drove. I fumbled with my pants and got my cock out, grabbed Timothy by his wig and shoved his head down on me. Robert and Brian were silent as Timothy was gurgling and choking on my cock. I gave him the rough face fucking he deserved and craved. Robert shrewdly pulled up near the deserted high school which he and his brother had attended.

I got out of the car and took my belt off. “You want punishment?!” “Sure! Punish me!” yelled Timothy who was on all fours with his dress up and panties down. I began beating his ass. I put down my belt and in my rage started fucking him senseless as he yelped.

“Hey, you’re going attract attention carrying on like that” said Robert who was now at the other side of the car and shoved his cock in Timothy’s mouth. I continued hammering Timothy as he sucked Robert, shutting Timothy up. I pulled out and came all over him. Robert took my place and shoved his cock fast and brutal into Timothy.

“I get that this is your revenge stunt. You could have left, but you stayed. Why? You were waiting for us! Because you wanted my cock again! You wanted Dad’s  again! You’re addicted to us! Months of just your boyfriend’s cock isn’t enough for you! You’re a slutty whore who can’t get enough!” Robert continued his assault on Timothy’s ass as Timothy howled.  

“Hey, Brian. Into it?” he quietly said. “Fucking A!” “Step up, you’re entitled” said Robert. I saw that my future son-in-law was very well endowed as he undid his pants.

“Hey, I thought he seemed familiar, but I couldn’t be certain with all of that makeup” said Brian as Timothy blew him and Robert fucked Timothy. “Now that I feel that mouth, I’m sure! This is the pro my firm used to hire to relieve us during late nights. A very discrete entertainment expense. An email went out as to which conference room he’d be in. He’d show up in a suit and tie like he was one of us and set up shop. Guys would pop in for a fuck and then back to their office. All very lowkey. No wonder Katherine never mentioned she has a younger brother.” Robert shot off all over Timothy and Brian took his place. “Oh yeah! I know this tight ass so well. Great to know it’s available again.” “Damn right! For you, anytime!” said Robert. Brian pulled out and came on Timothy.

“Get the fuck out!” I yelled. Timothy left the car, his panties sloshing with his cum from having shot off several times and he stood on the deserted street. We drove off, leaving behind that that soiled cumdump.

“It was kind of funny! The look on Mom’s face! Tim sure has balls!” laughed Robert, and so did I. “He brought us closer together and everything is out in the open” laughed Brian. We got home, and my two fine young men went to their rooms and to their girlfriends. Marcia was asleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat. This was the first wet dream I’d had since I was teenager.