niteowluk2003
08-12-2010, 07:30 AM
Cuckolded by his son.
This story in three parts concerns the gradual development of a relationship between a man and his mother and the final culmination of him cuckolding his father to the point where he becomes the head of the household.
Chapter 1. Setting the scene.
Charles; a 58 year old slightly overweight husband to Sara; was five foot eight tall and had been married for twenty five years, but their sex life has reached the point where it was almost non-existent. In fact only nine times in the last year had they actually made love and that had been with the aid of erotic fantasy scenario’s to help his five inch cock get hard; the usual fantasy which got him the hardest was about him being tied up and forced to watch his wife have sex with a stranger. He always admitted afterwards that it was his inability to help save his wife’s virtue that turned him on and the fact that she invariably used phrases like; “Oh do what you want to me just don’t hurt us; please my husband will pay whatever you ask only don’t hurt us!”
Sara meanwhile stood four foot ten tall; still managing to keep her figure in shape with daily jogs and four visits per week to the gym. She measured 38 – 24 – 36 and her bra size was a double D; with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes; she turned many a head down at the gym. Although she put up with her deteriorating sex life she still craved it but always held the opinion that marriage should not be cheated on.
Charles and Sara have a son; Robert; aged 26 years of age six foot two tall; he had a slim athletic build and he was extremely proud of his eight inch long and above average thickness of his cock; unlike his mother he had sandy coloured hair and deep blue eyes but boasted he could pull anything in a skirt. Just recently he moved back into his parents neighbourhood; in fact just two blocks away; primarily this was because of work but also served him really well for he had soon arranged to take his washing home for his mum to do every week and often joined his parents for two or three meals per week plus he often raided his dad’s fridge for booze.
Sara did not mind her baby coming back home so often; it made her feel needed and besides there were thousands of little jobs that needed to be done around the house all of which seemed beyond Charles who chose to devote his free time to his scale model soldiers. He cast them in lead and then painted them up in fine detail with regimental colours and displayed them in his own special room he called his campaign headquarters. Rob often joked with his mother that as he was standing for his dad with the jobs around the house maybe he should simply stand in for everything; Sara knew he was referring to the sex side although she did not know how he knew she was not getting enough of that. She always answered him the same way by telling to burn of his excess energy on the lawns in the front and back gardens which needed cutting.
One day her temptation to cheat was sorely tested and from the most unusual of sources; for she arrived home from her usual jog; hot and sweaty she raced upstairs and dived into the main bathroom. Shock horror for naked in the family shower was her very own twenty six year old baby; the clear glass shower door hiding nothing of his impressive semi hard manhood. Rob never even tried to cover up and continued to shower as if nothing had happened; Sara meanwhile blushed and scooted out of the bathroom heading for the master bedroom.
As she sat on the edge of the bed her mind ran through the images it had just collected and began to turn her on; had she really just seen her baby’s semi hard cock and wow what a cock it was almost twice the size of her husband’s and more than twice as thick. Without meaning to she allowed herself the thought of how wonderful that would feel sliding into a ready and juicy cunt; her mind exploded as visions of some lucky woman in the throes of ecstasy being pounded by that mighty weapon. Absent-mindedly she slipped her hand inside her jogging bottoms and began to rub her cunt; she instantly froze when the images showed her own face on the woman so desperate to accept the load of spunk from her son’s cock.
She froze again when she was brought back to the present by her son’s voice; “Mum; I am so sorry, there was no way I could let you know that my boiler at home has broken and I needed a shower!”
The words sailed over Sara’s head the only thing she thought at that specific moment was how long had he been stood there and had he seen her masturbating; blushing bright red she told him it was alright but her eyes just would not budge from his groin; he had seen her she was sure for his cock formed a large bulge against the bath towel; even larger than the image now searing her mind from the bathroom.
Rob excused himself and went to the spare room to get dressed or so Sara thought and she headed for the shower in the bathroom; this was not the best move for her for as she stripped off and climbed in the shower cubicle her mind once more raced back to the images she had seen on far more intense now she was stood where he had stood when she saw him.
In her haste to get through the shower she had not bothered to lock the bathroom door and already had three fingers plunging into her cunt as the warm water cascaded on to her sensitive nipples; suddenly the bathroom door opened again and in stepped a naked Rob who quickly made his way to the toilet bowl and standing at an angle where he could see his mother showering and likewise she could see him holding his cock to pee; he released the golden flow of urine. His mother’s eyes firmly fixed on the stream of piss and her stood with her hand clearly pressed to her cunt; seemed to make time stand still in one of those seemingly endless magic moments.
Rob now fully admired his mother’s firm tits; slender waist and shapely thighs; he was sad though her hand was obscuring him from seeing her sexy cunt; but he smiled and all too soon his stream of piss began to slow to a trickle and now he had no more reason to stand ogling his mom’s naked body. He smiled and slowly left the bathroom after offering to help her wash her back; Sara responded with a very shaky voice telling him to get the fuck out.
Sara shocked herself for it was the first time since her honeymoon she had swore and the first time ever at her own son; but the rest of her shower was a mixture of orgasms and soap. She wrapped herself in a large bath towel and made her way across the landing to her bedroom; Rob sneaked back to the bathroom and found his mum’s still warm soiled panties and without hesitation he raised them to his nose and drank in the definite female odour of aroused cunt; then he sent his senses into overdrive as he suddenly licked the cunt stain in the gusset of the panties. The flavour whilst very weak was still unmistakeable and he resolved that one day he would be doing this to her cunt direct.
Sara slowly dried herself and resolved to talk to Rob about this incident and how it would never be repeated and must be put down to pure accident. However she never got the chance because when she heard Rob going downstairs and she set off after him they were both met at the bottom of the stairs by Charles; just home from work. Rob explained he had needed to use the shower because his boiler had broken and a repairman was going to be coming in the next few days. Charles just grunted ok and headed for his campaign headquarters before turning and asking when dinner would be ready. Sara told him she would make for Rob as well and it would be ready within the hour; Charles turned and said in that case Rob mow the back lawn while you are waiting; son.
In a way Sara was glad that rob was going to be outside; for although she wanted to talk things over she really did not know how to approach the subject. Rob was equally glad to be outside too for he was already having difficulty in hiding his erection around his mother having seen her naked and having already tasted her cunt juices even if it was second hand. He secretly hoped that his mother enjoyed her voyeur treat today and would be happy to have more leading to dare he hope; full sex with his own mother; Even just thinking this sent a delightful shiver down his spine.
Rob decided to hatch a plan to see more of his mother now he had an idea of the times she got home from her jogs; he hoped that her not locking the bathroom door was not just a one off oversight and a regular practise. He mowed the lawn in double quick time not really concentrating on the grass and soon was mowing the front grass as well. As he mowed the grass Samantha Greene a neighbour from two doors up and a lady with a reputation for being an easy lay stopped to talk to Rob. She was openly ogling his biceps and triceps as she spoke; asking him how long had he been home to stay at his parent’s house; he explained he had not but now lived in the vicinity and the chores needed doing; so in exchange for some good home cooking he was helping out.
Just then Sara came to the front door to call Rob in for his diner and she could not explain why but seeing him talking to this attractive woman with the reputation of being a man eater; she immediately felt jealous and was even more determined to cut their conversation short; “Oh Robert; come on son; your food is ready and you have worked hard enough for today!” she called.
“Coming, Mum!” he replied and politely ending his conversation with Samantha; he turned to head off to the back garden gate. As he did so he watched as Samantha swayed her hips as she walked further down the road; hoping or rather suspecting that this handsome guy was watching her.
“Wash your hands, son!” his mother called out as he entered by the back door. “Who was that you were talking too out front, dear?” his mother continued.
“Oh mum really; you know very well who it was; it was Samantha Greene; she was asking if and why I was back home but I put her straight!” Rob answered.
Before she even thought about her next comment it was out in the open, “Hope you did not tell her you are living in this area!” then she realised how bad that sounded and blushed.
Even Rob’s dad; Charles took notice and added, “Aaaagghh; your mum is worried son that the wolf in female clothing maybe about to devour you!”
Sara tried to laugh it off by adding that well she does have a terrible reputation and a string of ex boyfriends. Sara refused to be drawn further by the teasing questions of her son, and all she would say was, “You know very well what sort of reputation I am referring too; young man!”
Rob teasingly said, “Ok mum I will save myself just for you then!”
Sara blushed even brighter but Charles just laughed and said, “shame she won’t save herself for you too son!”
After the meal; Rob made his excuses and left but not before grabbing his mother and kissing her on the cheek as he said, “No woman could ever match up to you mummy, you will always have my heart and soul!”
That night Both Sara and Rob dreamed very similar dreams; in which the exploits in the bathroom went further. As Sara laid still beside her snoring husband; she gently rubbed her cunt as she imagined that when Rob re entered the bathroom instead of simply pissing into the toilet he had climbed in the shower cubicle with her and she had held his great cock while he pissed and then she would have knelt and sucked it clean for him. She was shocked because drinking piss even the last few dribbles was normally very horrific to her and yet it felt more exciting to dream of doing just that for her son. She had to pull the pillow tight into her face as she murmured her way through her orgasm.
Meanwhile a few blocks away; Rob was laid on the top of his bed; openly stroking his rock hard cock staring at a picture of his mother. The picture was several years old and showed her in a conservative bikini but now Rob could see passed the bikini to her erect nipples and he imagined shaven extremely wet cunt. He actually called her name as he shot his load all over his hand.
This story in three parts concerns the gradual development of a relationship between a man and his mother and the final culmination of him cuckolding his father to the point where he becomes the head of the household.
Chapter 1. Setting the scene.
Charles; a 58 year old slightly overweight husband to Sara; was five foot eight tall and had been married for twenty five years, but their sex life has reached the point where it was almost non-existent. In fact only nine times in the last year had they actually made love and that had been with the aid of erotic fantasy scenario’s to help his five inch cock get hard; the usual fantasy which got him the hardest was about him being tied up and forced to watch his wife have sex with a stranger. He always admitted afterwards that it was his inability to help save his wife’s virtue that turned him on and the fact that she invariably used phrases like; “Oh do what you want to me just don’t hurt us; please my husband will pay whatever you ask only don’t hurt us!”
Sara meanwhile stood four foot ten tall; still managing to keep her figure in shape with daily jogs and four visits per week to the gym. She measured 38 – 24 – 36 and her bra size was a double D; with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes; she turned many a head down at the gym. Although she put up with her deteriorating sex life she still craved it but always held the opinion that marriage should not be cheated on.
Charles and Sara have a son; Robert; aged 26 years of age six foot two tall; he had a slim athletic build and he was extremely proud of his eight inch long and above average thickness of his cock; unlike his mother he had sandy coloured hair and deep blue eyes but boasted he could pull anything in a skirt. Just recently he moved back into his parents neighbourhood; in fact just two blocks away; primarily this was because of work but also served him really well for he had soon arranged to take his washing home for his mum to do every week and often joined his parents for two or three meals per week plus he often raided his dad’s fridge for booze.
Sara did not mind her baby coming back home so often; it made her feel needed and besides there were thousands of little jobs that needed to be done around the house all of which seemed beyond Charles who chose to devote his free time to his scale model soldiers. He cast them in lead and then painted them up in fine detail with regimental colours and displayed them in his own special room he called his campaign headquarters. Rob often joked with his mother that as he was standing for his dad with the jobs around the house maybe he should simply stand in for everything; Sara knew he was referring to the sex side although she did not know how he knew she was not getting enough of that. She always answered him the same way by telling to burn of his excess energy on the lawns in the front and back gardens which needed cutting.
One day her temptation to cheat was sorely tested and from the most unusual of sources; for she arrived home from her usual jog; hot and sweaty she raced upstairs and dived into the main bathroom. Shock horror for naked in the family shower was her very own twenty six year old baby; the clear glass shower door hiding nothing of his impressive semi hard manhood. Rob never even tried to cover up and continued to shower as if nothing had happened; Sara meanwhile blushed and scooted out of the bathroom heading for the master bedroom.
As she sat on the edge of the bed her mind ran through the images it had just collected and began to turn her on; had she really just seen her baby’s semi hard cock and wow what a cock it was almost twice the size of her husband’s and more than twice as thick. Without meaning to she allowed herself the thought of how wonderful that would feel sliding into a ready and juicy cunt; her mind exploded as visions of some lucky woman in the throes of ecstasy being pounded by that mighty weapon. Absent-mindedly she slipped her hand inside her jogging bottoms and began to rub her cunt; she instantly froze when the images showed her own face on the woman so desperate to accept the load of spunk from her son’s cock.
She froze again when she was brought back to the present by her son’s voice; “Mum; I am so sorry, there was no way I could let you know that my boiler at home has broken and I needed a shower!”
The words sailed over Sara’s head the only thing she thought at that specific moment was how long had he been stood there and had he seen her masturbating; blushing bright red she told him it was alright but her eyes just would not budge from his groin; he had seen her she was sure for his cock formed a large bulge against the bath towel; even larger than the image now searing her mind from the bathroom.
Rob excused himself and went to the spare room to get dressed or so Sara thought and she headed for the shower in the bathroom; this was not the best move for her for as she stripped off and climbed in the shower cubicle her mind once more raced back to the images she had seen on far more intense now she was stood where he had stood when she saw him.
In her haste to get through the shower she had not bothered to lock the bathroom door and already had three fingers plunging into her cunt as the warm water cascaded on to her sensitive nipples; suddenly the bathroom door opened again and in stepped a naked Rob who quickly made his way to the toilet bowl and standing at an angle where he could see his mother showering and likewise she could see him holding his cock to pee; he released the golden flow of urine. His mother’s eyes firmly fixed on the stream of piss and her stood with her hand clearly pressed to her cunt; seemed to make time stand still in one of those seemingly endless magic moments.
Rob now fully admired his mother’s firm tits; slender waist and shapely thighs; he was sad though her hand was obscuring him from seeing her sexy cunt; but he smiled and all too soon his stream of piss began to slow to a trickle and now he had no more reason to stand ogling his mom’s naked body. He smiled and slowly left the bathroom after offering to help her wash her back; Sara responded with a very shaky voice telling him to get the fuck out.
Sara shocked herself for it was the first time since her honeymoon she had swore and the first time ever at her own son; but the rest of her shower was a mixture of orgasms and soap. She wrapped herself in a large bath towel and made her way across the landing to her bedroom; Rob sneaked back to the bathroom and found his mum’s still warm soiled panties and without hesitation he raised them to his nose and drank in the definite female odour of aroused cunt; then he sent his senses into overdrive as he suddenly licked the cunt stain in the gusset of the panties. The flavour whilst very weak was still unmistakeable and he resolved that one day he would be doing this to her cunt direct.
Sara slowly dried herself and resolved to talk to Rob about this incident and how it would never be repeated and must be put down to pure accident. However she never got the chance because when she heard Rob going downstairs and she set off after him they were both met at the bottom of the stairs by Charles; just home from work. Rob explained he had needed to use the shower because his boiler had broken and a repairman was going to be coming in the next few days. Charles just grunted ok and headed for his campaign headquarters before turning and asking when dinner would be ready. Sara told him she would make for Rob as well and it would be ready within the hour; Charles turned and said in that case Rob mow the back lawn while you are waiting; son.
In a way Sara was glad that rob was going to be outside; for although she wanted to talk things over she really did not know how to approach the subject. Rob was equally glad to be outside too for he was already having difficulty in hiding his erection around his mother having seen her naked and having already tasted her cunt juices even if it was second hand. He secretly hoped that his mother enjoyed her voyeur treat today and would be happy to have more leading to dare he hope; full sex with his own mother; Even just thinking this sent a delightful shiver down his spine.
Rob decided to hatch a plan to see more of his mother now he had an idea of the times she got home from her jogs; he hoped that her not locking the bathroom door was not just a one off oversight and a regular practise. He mowed the lawn in double quick time not really concentrating on the grass and soon was mowing the front grass as well. As he mowed the grass Samantha Greene a neighbour from two doors up and a lady with a reputation for being an easy lay stopped to talk to Rob. She was openly ogling his biceps and triceps as she spoke; asking him how long had he been home to stay at his parent’s house; he explained he had not but now lived in the vicinity and the chores needed doing; so in exchange for some good home cooking he was helping out.
Just then Sara came to the front door to call Rob in for his diner and she could not explain why but seeing him talking to this attractive woman with the reputation of being a man eater; she immediately felt jealous and was even more determined to cut their conversation short; “Oh Robert; come on son; your food is ready and you have worked hard enough for today!” she called.
“Coming, Mum!” he replied and politely ending his conversation with Samantha; he turned to head off to the back garden gate. As he did so he watched as Samantha swayed her hips as she walked further down the road; hoping or rather suspecting that this handsome guy was watching her.
“Wash your hands, son!” his mother called out as he entered by the back door. “Who was that you were talking too out front, dear?” his mother continued.
“Oh mum really; you know very well who it was; it was Samantha Greene; she was asking if and why I was back home but I put her straight!” Rob answered.
Before she even thought about her next comment it was out in the open, “Hope you did not tell her you are living in this area!” then she realised how bad that sounded and blushed.
Even Rob’s dad; Charles took notice and added, “Aaaagghh; your mum is worried son that the wolf in female clothing maybe about to devour you!”
Sara tried to laugh it off by adding that well she does have a terrible reputation and a string of ex boyfriends. Sara refused to be drawn further by the teasing questions of her son, and all she would say was, “You know very well what sort of reputation I am referring too; young man!”
Rob teasingly said, “Ok mum I will save myself just for you then!”
Sara blushed even brighter but Charles just laughed and said, “shame she won’t save herself for you too son!”
After the meal; Rob made his excuses and left but not before grabbing his mother and kissing her on the cheek as he said, “No woman could ever match up to you mummy, you will always have my heart and soul!”
That night Both Sara and Rob dreamed very similar dreams; in which the exploits in the bathroom went further. As Sara laid still beside her snoring husband; she gently rubbed her cunt as she imagined that when Rob re entered the bathroom instead of simply pissing into the toilet he had climbed in the shower cubicle with her and she had held his great cock while he pissed and then she would have knelt and sucked it clean for him. She was shocked because drinking piss even the last few dribbles was normally very horrific to her and yet it felt more exciting to dream of doing just that for her son. She had to pull the pillow tight into her face as she murmured her way through her orgasm.
Meanwhile a few blocks away; Rob was laid on the top of his bed; openly stroking his rock hard cock staring at a picture of his mother. The picture was several years old and showed her in a conservative bikini but now Rob could see passed the bikini to her erect nipples and he imagined shaven extremely wet cunt. He actually called her name as he shot his load all over his hand.