My Son

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Rape?

The happier my son was, the more successful he was, in every damn conceivable way (other than getting me to fuck him),  so it was hard not to promote that.  Of course, that also came with more aggressiveness, in part because he had Michael's genes?, so it was no real surprise that the glasses of cum became a daily ritual, with him even insisting that he got to pour his down my throat, letting me know how hard he was every time he did it, as well as letting me know how deep he was getting the lubed up black dildo up his ass, every single night, of course making sure I would get him some fresh cum every day as well.  Plus he also more and more openly caught Michael fucking me, hesitating less and less to comment on it, even in front of a couple of his friends, who he also encouraged to continue kissing me.

Of course I also had no choice but to keep kissing my son now, with Michael policing it as often as he could, holding my head and making sure Jeff stuck his tongue all the way in, and increasingly spit more and more, and almost immediately thereafter Michael would take me to our bed and fuck me, increasingly more often and as hard as he could, with him constantly talking about how hot it would be to know that I was also fucking Jeff, with taunts like "I'll bet you're mostly just worried that he might be a better bottom than you are," and all sorts of other things that I would almost never be able to get off my mind anymore.

I was fighting off having sex with my son as hard as I could, for all the reasons I thought a good father should, although I would be lying to say I didn't think about it increasingly regularly, if for no other reason than because both Michael and Jeff seemed to be doing everything they could to egg me on.  To be honest, I was more commonly thinking about fucking him rather than anything else when I shot my daily load in the glass for my son.

Then came a strange kiss, where right after Michael helped Jeff kiss me, until both of their dicks were clearly hard, I was certain Michael was squeezing my ass, as I lost myself in the kiss, until I was kind of shocked back to reality as I felt Michael's hands on my cheeks, as the hand grabbing my ass slid down my pants and fingered my hole.  Yet again the fucker surprised me, and somehow even seemed to know what he was doing, as he slyly took the finger out and put it in his mouth as he smiled at me, with Michael now horny enough that he was dragging me into our bedroom, where I was way more than willing for him to do whatever he wanted to me, especially after having been fingered by my son.  

I loved Michael more and more, almost the more horny and nasty he became, even as he continued to taunt me towards fucking my son:  "And here I thought you were too submissive not to do what I tell you to.  Do I need to cut you off in order to make you do what I want you to do with your son?"  Fuck.  He really just called Jeff MY son?  So of course I had another tossing and turning night, where I really needed to nurse another load out of Michael's huge dick.  I needed him so badly these days, even more the more my son seemed to be going after me.  It was almost like that was the one way I could prove to myself that I was loyal to my husband, even when he started to join in with my son to pour my son's cup of daily cum down my throat.

I really was a bottom though, so although the talk could make me horny, I still loved being under the man I married, especially with his huge dick filling my ass full of his seed.  And as luck would have it, I suppose, my son really did have Michael's genes, despite turning me into his dad, even though Michael himself remained about as much of a total top as I had ever met.  That led from my son feeling and fingering my ass while Michael kissed me to even daring to finger me after he knew Michael had filled me, even if he did seem to make sure the more fresh the cum was on his finger, the more likely he came to putting it in my mouth, rather than his own, although of course he would then put it in his:  "Mmm.  Even better now that you've sucked Michael's seed off my finger so I get to taste that sweet ass."

And then came the night that two things happened.  One, just as I kissed my son goodnight, he looked up at me with those devilishly beautiful blue eyes and told me there was no way we weren't going to have real sex, sooner rather than later.  And two, shortly after, as Michael shot deep in me, he whispered:  "You know, it really wouldn't be so bad if Jeff and I both fucked you at the same time, baby."

I gasped at that thought, at the same time my dick involuntarily shot a load, so I may have been pulling myself together for just a second.  That was long enough for Michael to take my hand and somehow get it tied to the bedpost, which totally threw me for a loop, until he stuck his tongue deeply down my throat and kissed me, distracting me while somehow my other hand was getting restrained as well.  I opened my eyes from the kiss to find none other than my son doing that piece:  "Surely he's told you the two of you are going to have sex one way or the other, right, baby?"  Shit.  They even coordinated this?

Damn.  My ass was already full of Michael's seed, and I was about to nestle in for the night, thinking that my son was off to dream as well.  And there he was.  Naked.  Right in front of me.  And helping Michael restrain me.  "I really have tried long enough, dad.  You must know this needs to happen."

Michael laughed, either way too horny, or sexy, or downright evil:  "Lie and tell us you don't want this."