My Son: The Deed

The Deed

I tried to breathe slowly and calm down. It was clear I wasn't going anywhere, so there was no real point in trying to loosen my hands. And try as I might, I was totally unable to keep my dick from going hard, as it stood straight and tall, all but begging out loud for attention.

This whole plan appeared to be my son's, although my husband was clearly assisting. My son bent down and almost kissed me, then let his spit drool into my mouth. Even Michael seemed impressed: "You may have even more control than me, in my best moments."

My son smiled, and shook his hard throbbing dick from side to side: "I have an idea."

"Dad. We're going to untie you, but if you don't do exactly what I say, we'll tie you down even harder, and add a blindfold." I really had no choice but to agree, and my damned dick seemed to get even harder, as my son looked at it, smiled, and almost put his mouth over it, but let the spit drool again.

"Help me, Michael. And when you're untied, dad, go over to the door and fasten the bolt."

Damn. What did he have in mind?

I complied. He took a picture of me bolting the door.

Then he asked me to tie HIM to the bed, warning me that if I didn't comply he would get my friends to help him: "You know they will." Then he told Michael to loosen everything, so that if need be he could get loose easily. "I've been planning this way too long for this not to happen, dad. And yes, I love you, but I also need you." He also gave his phone to Michael to make sure he took pictures as I tied my son to the very spot where I had just been, and even had me tie his legs up and outstretched.

It was all too wild for me to not stay hard, and my son seemed to be leaking all over the place, as he made sure Michael continued to take pictures and film things, almost making sure certain parts got omitted.

"Now climb on top of me, and feed me your dick while you eat my hole, dad."

Fuck. But I did. And the talented cocksucker got me as hard as I ever remembered being, as Michael couldn't stop from jacking his huge dick as he watched and filmed: "The fucker is even a bigger freak than me."

I tried so hard not to shoot, but I couldn't help myself, as I all but gagged my son as he did everything he could to swallow everything: "I love you, dad. Now come up here and stick your tongue deep in my throat, until we get that dick super super hard."

I did. It did. And then came the command: "I know you know what to do next. Tell me."

I didn't want to say anything, but he forced me. "Fuck you?" He laughed. "So non-committal, with such a throbbing dick?"

"Tell me I have to take it."

"You little shit."

"Yes?"

"You actually want me to hurt you?"

"I'll bet you can't, no matter how hard you try."

Michael chimed in: "Fuck the bitch." As he shot all over my son's hole, almost prepping him, as Michael then pushed as much as he could into my son.

And there I was. On top of my son, my wet dickhead right at his now cum-covered hole. And the bitch demanded that Michael make sure I fuck him really really hard, as well as get in all the way.

I wasn't in control of anything at all as I entered his almost hairless hole. Michael's cum was such good lube that I seemed to slide in, as Michael pushed me. I was shocked how easily he took me, as he looked up and told me how much he loved me, how often he had been fucking himself at least every night with the dildo Michael had given him, so that he knew he was ready.

And then he loosened himself and grabbed my ass. I couldn't have gotten in any tighter if I had tried.

And I exploded. Shot after shot. No matter what I thought I wanted to do. Creaming my son's guts, almost in spite of myself.

And then he had Michael join me, almost to prevent me from backing off, at the same time making me hard yet again, as both me and my husband mounted my son.

He was way too pleased with himself, as he layed there, smiling as he continued to squeeze my ass, draining more out of me than I had probably ever been drained in my entire life...