Chapter 1: A Hard Confession

Tom and Joyce lay side by side on the bed, covers strewn back, both bare bodies exposed and sweaty. They were catching their breath after a hard, long fuck. The sweet, musky smell of his wife’s warm cunt still clung to Tom’s softening dick and balls, rising pleasantly to his nostrils. Joyce lay close, flat on her back with her eyes closed, nipples still hard from the heated energy of their fuck. They didn’t screw like this as often as they used to. Before their child, before both of their careers had become so demanding, this kind of intense sex had been a nightly affair. Now it was an occasional thing, once every week or two, sometimes less often than that.

“What are you thinking about, babe?” Tom asked. Joyce answered with an unintelligible grunt, her eyes still closed, an arm drawn casually across her forehead. She clearly was not quite back, still not present after an orgasm that had sent her mind and body reeling to some other place and time. Tom watched his wife, wrestling with his thoughts. The intensity of their lovemaking had made him feel closer to her than he had in a long while. He’d begun to wonder in recent months if they’d ever feel this way together again. But feeling such a strong reconnection brought with it a nagging guilt. He’d been keeping a deep secret from her. Thinking now about that secret and considering if he should confide it in her now, and if so how, made his cock stir. It twitched and began to stiffen.

Joyce’s left hand found its way to his cock, gently cupping it. She felt, and squeezed. Her blue eyes opened and glanced meaningfully at him.

“You’re getting hard again already. What are you thinking about, you devil of a man?”

Despite himself, Tom blushed. His wife’s words took him by surprise. He now wondered if this might be an opportunity to share what he’d been hiding from her. But he was unsure. He thought it was possible his wife would accept what he shared with an open mind, but it wasn’t something he could be sure of. If she didn’t, he worried the results could be devastating.

She moved close to him and kissed him on the bridge of the nose, a gesture she had that always made him feel like a kid. And she knew it. “Tell me,” she said, simply. “No secrets.” And she waited.

At last, Tom cleared his throat. “Well, babe, I do need to tell you something. This isn’t, well ... easy. But you deserve to know about it. And I would like your support in deciding, err, I mean, in dealing with it. It concerns Evan.”

“Evan,” she repeated quietly. “That boy is growing up horny. You’d know it if you did his laundry. The little studlet must be stroking off three times a day, and using this tee shirts for cumrags. But, ummm ... how does thinking about our son make you hard?”

Tom couldn’t help but grin for a moment at his wife’s casual bluntness about their young son’s sexuality, but then he bit his lip, the pensive feelings returning. After a thoughtful minute, he began. “That’s just it,” he replied. “I know about that, I mean, his horniness. Last Friday I came home from work early. I guess I didn’t make much noise coming inside. The door to his room was partway open. I expected him home from school, so I took a look in.”

“And?” His wife replied, sitting up with obvious interest now.

“Well ... this is kind of hard to talk about. I mean, well, it’s not the usual.”

“He’s our son, Tom. There’s nothing you could tell me that would make me love him less. Or you ... probably,” she added a slight grin to take the edge off the last bit.

“I know ... thanks for saying so, though, that, umm, helps.” Tom hesitated, trying to decide how to put it into words. He set aside his misgivings, took a deep breath and continued.

“So when I looked in I saw him on his bed. Buck naked, clothes, shoes, and schoolbooks on the floor.”

“Oh god, tell me, Tom!” Joyce encouraged.

He detected a note of rising arousal in his wife’s voice. It was unexpected, but somehow just what he needed to give him the confidence to continue.

“Ummm, he was on the bed and ... he was bent over double. I mean way over, his legs over the top and body all curled up. Bent like a bobby pin. He was ... ahhhh...” Tom felt his mouth go dry, then he felt Joyce’s hand give a stroke to his dick. She didn’t say anything, just locked her blue eyes on his. Her hand stroking was enough to telegraph the words again.

“Tell me.”

Tom swallowed. “He didn’t see me. While I watched, his tongue came out. He licked the tip of his dick. It was real hard. Small, of course. But very stiff, all the way erect. I could hardly believe it. I held my breath. He locked his hands behind his knees pulled his cock closer, and started ... well, sucking on the tip of it.”

“Oh my god that horny little bastard! Joyce cried, her words trailing off in a wicked giggle, her hand stroking even more firmly on tom’s shaft now. “Just turned 14, but that kid is as horny his Daddy! Really sucking his own cock?”

Tom moaned at her stroking. “Yes,” he answered. His wife’s open dirty bedroom talk had always had the effect of loosening his inhibitions.

“What did you do, you dirty Daddy? Did it get you hard like you are now? Fucking tell me what happened!”

“I watched for only a minute, and then he let go of his hard on and happened to look toward the door. He saw me, gaped, and panicked. His eyes were so big, he got so red, squirmed to his side and tried to tug the sheets over himself and hid his face. I thought he was going to cry.

“I hadn’t been sure what to think while watching him, it was just, well, amazing and confusing. But at that moment I felt so sorry for him. So I said ‘I’m sorry kiddo, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Hey sport, don’t be ashamed, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.’ I thought maybe I should leave, but instead I went to the bed and sat beside him. I put a hand on him, stroked his back to reassure him it was okay.”

“You’re a good Dad, Tom.”

“Umm thanks, I try. But, well ... there’s more.

“More? I’m all ears, sweety.” Joyce said it in a tone of voice that struck Tom as how she might sound while contemplating eating a wickedly delicious dessert.

Well ... so we talked a while. I told him all guys do it, masturbate and cum, when they’re alone. I told him it’s healthy and I was proud of the way he was growing up. He was still quiet, but finally he turned toward me and looked at me. He was still obviously ashamed.”

“Good Parenting, honey. And?”

“That was when I noticed something on his chin. And then I could smell it. It was cum, Joyce. I guess he’d already sucked himself off once, and when I caught him he was going for another one.”

“Oh my god, why is that so hot?” his wife replied. Tom saw the fingers of her right hand working her slickening pussy slit now, as her left still stroked occasionally at his now quite stiff dick.

“I don’t know, but I think so too babe,” Tom replied, though he needn’t have — his wife could tell how aroused he was by what was so hot in her hand.

“I wanted to make him feel it was all okay, so I asked him if it felt good. His mouth on his dick I mean. I told him it was a feeling I loved, maybe nothing feels better. I told him his mom does it for me. He nodded, glancing into my eyes for a moment before averting them. I don’t think he knew about the cum on his chin.”

“Fuck, I wish I was there!” Joyce exclaimed, breathily.

For a minute they fell quiet, Joyce masturbating them both.

“It went farther, babe. I mean ... I don’t know what got into me. I really wanted him to feel ok, to feel validated ... to feel good.”

“What did Daddy do for your little boy, you horny man?”

“Well...” Tom took a deep breath. “I told him that if I could suck my own cock like that I would probably do it every day myself.”

“That you would, if I know you,” Joyce chuckled.

“Then I asked him ... umm ... I asked him to show me. I said show Daddy your beautiful cock, son. He let the covers slide down and I saw his cock and balls again. They’re smooth, babe, all of him smooth, hairless, except a tiny tuft of silky pubes up above his cock.”

“Fuck!” was all Joyce said, and rubbed.

“He was still half hard. Not all the way, but not soft by any means. So I said I knew how to make him feel really good, if he wanted. I asked if he would like Daddy to take care of that for him, Joyce. I don’t know what got into me, but I was so ... I felt like I was high!”

“Oh my god, Tom, You didn’t!”

“Yes babe. I did. I went down on Evan. I sucked off our son.”

He watched Joyce lean back, her eyes now lidded to slits. She jilled her clit furiously, her left hand, having left his cock, was now pushing two fingers into her cunt. As he watched, she quivered, bucked, and bucked again. He could see her inner cunt lips clutching at her buried fingers as she orgasmed. Her nipples where rock hard, a new sheen of sweat covered her breasts and forehead. She bit her lip as she recovered from her climax. Tom waited, holding his breath. He thought she might be embarrassed, or angry, or somehow both, as she came out of it, and came to her senses. But she wasn’t.

Joyce’s eyes opened and locked on his. “He liked it, didn’t he.” she quietly stated. Tom nodded.

“And did you? Did you like it, sucking our son’s young cock? Did Daddy eat his boy load? Was it tasty, Tom?”

Tom blushed this time. And nodded again.

“Fuck, my god, that’s so hot, you cocksucker!” she gasped, jilling again.

Tom was amazed. He had expected that maybe, just maybe, if he could explain it right, she would understand, in a motherly way. In a “boys will be boys” sort of way. But he’d never imagined his wife would take it this way! His cock was stiff now, and needed attention, so he began to stroke himself as his wife masturbated beside him.”

“Is that all you did with him?” Joyce asked as she jilled. “Just that once? How big is his penis?”

“Four inches hard, Tom replied. And no,” he admitted. “Two other times when we were home alone, before you got home from work, he came to me and asked me to suck him off. So ... I did. And, Joyce, I kissed him. He kissed back. We tongue kissed, like a couple of faggots. It was so hot. I really liked it, babe. And he loved it.”

“Oh my god that’s fucking sexy as hell, kissing with our boy, a pair of horny family fags. God Tom, I never would have guessed—but it’s fucking hot! Tell me this— has he sucked you off yet?”