Chapter 1

Mom?

Yes, Dear?

Remember that video that you hoped no one would ever see?

Which one, Dear?

You know, the one with those guys in a bar.

You found it?

Yes.

Where?

On the net.

What are you going to do?

Tell you I found it.

You aren’t going to tell anyone else about it?

No.

What did you think about it?

I thought you were beautiful and sexy.

Did it bother you to see me naked?

It made me horny.

Were you ashamed of me?

No.

Do you have questions?

Sure. Lots of them.

You understand that your father would be very upset to learn about it, don’t you?

Yes.

Will you tell him?

No.

Ok, then let’s get comfortable and I will try to answer your questions. I’ll get us something to drink. You go ahead into the den.

Now, what would you like to know?

Why did you do it?

What? Fuck all those guys in public or let them make the video?

Fuck.

At that time in my life, I was so horny I would do anything to get off. Letting some guys fuck me in a bar and parade me through town naked, wearing chains and a slave collar were the most exciting things I have ever done in my life. I can still almost orgasm from remembering how it made me feel.

Did you ever do it again?

No. I realized how dangerous it was in many ways and then I met your father not long afterward. He gave me all the love I needed. Later, you came along and my life was complete.

Does it bother you that I found it?

Only if it bothers you. How many times have you watched it?

I don’t know. Maybe a hundred. Over and over every night until I go to sleep.

Do you cum?

Buckets.

You’re only fourteen. Do you really cum in buckets?’

Sure. Wanta see?

Why not? Seems only fair.

Will you get naked?

Do you want me to?

It would make my life complete.

At fourteen?

Yep. Here comes the first one. Want to catch it?

Wow! You do cum in buckets.

Did it choke you?

No, but thanks for asking.

Did you like it?

Yes.

Why?

Because it was sexy and forbidden and it tasted sweet and you are my son.

Is that all?

No.

What else?

I shouldn’t tell you.

Tell me.

It made me want to fuck you.

Why don’t you?

It isn’t a very good idea for several reasons.

I want to fuck you so much, my balls ache all the time.

All the time?

Yes. See how hard you make me?

Did it never go down from the last time?

No.

How many times do you cum before it goes down, normally?

So far, five is the most.

Five times?

Yep.

You can cum five times before you go soft?

Yeah, but the last time doesn’t make much juice.

How many times do you cum at night while you watch me being fucked?

<mumble>

What?

Six or seven.

You cum six or seven times in one evening while watching your mother take on a bunch of guys in public?

Yeah.

Doesn’t it make you feel bad, somehow?

No. It just makes me want to be one of those guys.

If I let you fuck me, can you keep it totally to yourself?

Oh, shit! Here it comes again, Mom!

<mmmphm>

Gee, thanks, Mom. That would have made a mess if you hadn’t caught it in time. Sorry, I didn’t know it was going to shoot until it was starting. You swallow real fast.

Well, unlike many people, I don’t see any real difference between letting you cum in my mouth and letting you fuck me, so how do you want it?

Could we do it like in the video?

Which way? There were many ways we did it in the video.

All of them.

All of them?

Yeah. I want you doggy style, missionary, in the ass, in the mouth and in the ear and I want it over and over. I want to fuck you on the side of the road while cars whizz by. I want to lead you down the street naked, wearing chains and a slave collar.

Won’t you look funny wearing chains and a slave collar?

Ha, ha. Funny one, Mom.

Now you’ve got me so horny just thinking about it, I’m ready to pull a train and I love your father too much to let that happen. It would crush him.

What can we do, then?

I don’t know. Why don’t you let me sit on that randy little prick while I think about it?

Thought you would never ask.

John?

Yes, dear?

Remember those discussions we’ve had about the idea of a threesome?

How could I forget, especially when you ripple those Kegels like that?

Well, remember how we sort of agreed that it was a good idea, in theory, but we couldn’t think of anyone suitable, male or female, who could meet all the conditions we felt were necessary?

You mean like, discrete, attractive, sexy, discrete and approachable? Did I mention discrete?

You may have, and yes, we can’t take a chance on some blabbermouth spreading rumors, now can we?

Why do you ask? Have you thought of someone that might be acceptable?

Maybe.

Is it a friend of yours?

Maybe.

Is it Susan?

Would you like it to be? Judging from the way something just jumped inside me, you don’t need to answer. Should I be worried about her?

No. the only way I would ever consider touching her would be if you were involved.

You wouldn’t run off with her if she gave you better sex?

Better sex? Better sex than with you? Huh? The only way sex could be better than what we have is if we both decided to expand our envelope a bit. I’m not running off with anyone.

What about Becky?

Becky?

Unhhuh.

Becky?

Sweet little Becky, our daughter who is fifteen going on thirty and just starting to blossom into a woman?

Yes, that Becky. The Becky who just then made you blast off in me with no more stimulation than my mentioning her name and letting you fantasize.

Well, it would be pointless to tell you the thought doesn’t excite me, would it? That is why we have laws against it. Most men have fantasies about nailing their daughters, even if they have been brainwashed into rejecting the thought.

What if you could cuddle up behind her and cup her sweet little, firm tit in your hand while she guides your magnificent cock into her steaming hot honeypot?

Oh, Honey. You are killing me here. I’m about to blow my nuts again.

Blow away, big boy. See if I care.

You know we could never include Becky, don’t you?

Maybe.

What do you mean, maybe. She might be ruined for life and it would kill me to think that we had harmed her, just for increasing our sexual pleasure.

So you think it would increase our sexual pleasure?

Does this look like I think that?

Why don’t I nurse on it while I think?

What is there to think about? Regardless of the potential of increasing our pleasure, I’m not comfortable with even discussing the possibility of something that has even a small chance of harming Becky.

Ok. I’ll drop it. Let me think some more.

Just keep nursing while you think.

Ok. I think I’ve got it.

It can’t include Becky.

It doesn’t.

Then who?

Darren.

Darren?

You know, the red-headed kid who lives with us.

Darren?

Kind of freckle-faced? Looks a bit like you?

Darren?

Want me to go get him?

Darren?

Wait here.

Darren?

Hi Dad.

Darren?

Darren, your father and I have been discussing some lifestyle options and we have something we may want to run by you. Your father is having a bit of a problem dealing with the idea, but you may be the answer to a question we have had for some time.