Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 2 - the Slide Downward Continues Normally, when I work a Saturday night midnight shift, I don't go to church, when I come in the next morning. I go right on to bed. But I just couldn't this Sunday morning. All night long I had thought about what I had witnessed, the previous night, before leaving for work. My wife of twenty six years, coupled with our twenty five year old son, on our living room floor. The picture would not leave my mind, and I found myself going into the restroom three times to jack off, thinking about them, and the erotic picture they had presented to me. I thought of my daughter in law, Jane, at home sleeping, unaware that her husband and mother in law, were committing incest with each other. I knew, from over hearing my son and wife talking, that Dave would be returning to our home, after I had left for work. I was tempted to call home, but decided that would serve no purpose, unless I was going to confront my wife, which I wasn't, at least not at this time. So, I went about my job, as best I could, but my thoughts were at home, in bed with my wife and son. My daughter in law, Jane, is a perky little blonde, with flashing blue eyes, a solidly built body, and bouncy, quivering breasts, that I had on several occasions imagined getting the opportunity to nurse on. I had seen her nipples, poking against her tee shirts, and sweaters, on various occasions, and I knew that they would be succulent. She was a cheer leader in school, and she had maintained an athletic body. I had often fantasized her doing the splits, as it were, over my erect cock, and feeling her tight pussy slide down over my maleness. How would she feel, if she knew about her husbands activities, with his own mother. I'm not ashamed to admit that, it turned me on, knowing my beautiful wife was wanton enough to succumb to the incestuous desires of our married son. She had kissed me good bye as I left for work that night, her soft lips clinging to mine. Then she had made me promise that I would be careful, as the snow was starting to fall again. I promised her I would, and then I backed the car out of the garage and drove off. But I didn't go straight to work. I parked off on a side street and I waited, looking for my son to return. I wasn't disappointed, for fifteen minutes later, I saw him coming slowly down the snow covered street, and pulling into my drive way. By this time, my wife had turned off all the lights, except a small one over the sink in the kitchen and the one on the front porch, to signal him that I had indeed left for work. I watched, as he got out of the car, opened my garage, and drove his car inside. Then, as he shut the door and went around to the back door of the house, I watched him go inside, and then I drove off. Our bedroom light was on upstairs, so I knew Sharon was in there, and no doubt waiting for him. The next morning, when I arrived home, Sharon had made me coffee, and as I sat at the table, drinking it, I could hear her moving around upstairs getting ready for church. Being a preacher's daughter, she felt that every time the doors were open, she had to be there. That came from being raised in the church, and she had tried to instill that in OUR children. So that was why I wanted to go to church this particular morning. I didn't know if my daughter in law would be there since she was sick the night before, but I knew my son would be. I wanted to be there too. "Hi, honey." Sharon smiled at me, as she came downstairs and entered the kitchen. She was so beautiful. Her dark hair all perfectly brushed and set framing her pretty face. Her make up applied just right. She was wearing a short, white silk robe, and from the jiggle of her cantaloupe sized breasts, no bra. They swayed seductively as she moved about the kitchen, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. I wonder how long Dave had sucked on them the previous night. "I've got the bed all freshen for you, ready for you to climb into. " she said, getting a cup of coffee, and joining me at the table. As she crossed her legs, the robe slipped open, and i could see her thighs , up to her pussy, she was totally naked under the robe. My cock sprung to attention, as I glanced at the black bush between her thighs. "How was YOUR night?" I asked, as I placed my palm on her thigh, and slid it upwards, towards her pussy. She uncrossed her legs and opened them a little, giving me some room. Sharon loves to be fingered. Her wet warmth surrounded my middle finger as I slipped it into her and caressed her clit. She purred softly and clamped down on my finger with her cunt muscles. I slowly worked it in and out of her. "It was fine." she whispered softly, her face flushing a little as she looked into my eyes. She put her fingers lightly around my wrist, and she guided my hand back and forth, leading me as I finger fucked her. I wondered if she sensed that I knew, or suspected something. "But... I DID have a rather disturbing dream last night." she said softly, blushing even more. She wanted me to ask, I could tell. "What was it? tell me." I smiled, hoping that she was about to reveal it to me. "I dreamed... that I let Davy fuck me." she said, and her blush grew even deeper. "It was like... I don't know... it seemed so real... I could almost feel it actually happening... " she whispered. Her hips worked faster, sliding back and forth on her chair. "Jesus Christ... " I moaned... "You let our son FUCK you?" I could feel her clit throb against my burried finger in her cunt. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "That’s the REAL disturbing part... " she said, watching my face. "I... loved it... it was sooo beautiful... and sooo erotic." I've never seen her eyes so shiny with desire, as they were at that moment. "My GOD... feel my cock." I whispered, dragging her free hand over to my lap. As her fingers curled around me as best they could through my trousers, she looked at me, smiling softly. "I've never been so hard in my life." I said. "That is soooooo hot." She fondled me through my trousers, and I could see that she was really getting worked up herself. "Lets go upstairs,... " she whispered. But I had a better idea. I stood up, taking hold of her hand. Instead of going upstairs, I led her into the living room, to the very spot where they had fucked the night before. I turned and opened her silk robe, and she was gloriously naked beneath it. The thick black bush of hair on her belly, so sexy and inviting against the white flesh of her body. "Here!" I smiled... "Lets fuck... here." She looked at me, and her face was suddenly a little pale. "Why here? Lets go upstairs... " she hesitated, and I smiled up at her, as I got down on the floor and sprawled out. My cock was hurting to get out of my trousers, and I raised my hips and quickly shoved my trousers and shorts to my knees. She looked at it, and she licked her lips. "Oh honey,... I want you so." she gave in, her eyes devouring my cock, as she knelt on the floor and flung her leg over my hips. She was now kneeling above me, her pussy right over my erect cock. Her eyes never left my face, as she grasped my cock at it's base, and she began to work it along her slit, coating it with her juices. Once she had secured it just inside her hole, she pulled her hand from between our bodies, and she pressed downward, swallowing my dick in her clinging heat. The walls of her pussy sliding snuggly around my cock. I'll never forget her next words, as she settled onto me, ours bellies pressed together. She leaned forward, her titties swaying provocatively in front of my face, as she placed her hands, palm down on the floor, on either side of my head. "You KNOW,... don't you?" she said, her face close to mine. Her eyes searching mine carefully. I didn't answer at first. I wanted her to seize the moment, and to make it what she wanted it to be. "OH MY GOD!!!! You saw us... didn't you?" she gasped softly. I clutched her hips, and I began to move her back and forth. I wanted to fuck my wife in the worst way. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock even more as I began to fuck her. "YES!!!!!... I saw it ALL!!" I finally gasped, as she began to fuck back at me. I went on to tell her how I'd watched as they kissed in the car, and how I'd heard their whisperings as they talked downstairs. Then I told her how I had stood on the landing, and watched his cock going in and out of her pussy, and how it had excited me, to the point of my masturbating along with them, as I watched. Her head came down, and her open mouth covered mine, she ground her belly into mine and we fucked like we'd not fucked in years. It was so intense, so god damn intense. As I felt my orgasm begin, I clutched her ass, and pulled her tightly down onto me. She sensed my impending explosion, and she whipped her hips faster and faster, back and forth, urging me to fill her with my hot cum. "Put it in there... with our son's." she cried out. "Cum my darling... CUM!!!" she squealed. As I exploded inside her, I could feel her walls spasm around my cock, and her warm juices flow all over it. She kissed me again, and we collapsed exhausted, into each other's arms. Finally rolling onto our sides, still joined, as we came down from our sexual high. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What do we do now, honey?" she asked, as she came out of the bathroom. She'd had to freshen up again, and now stood before her mirror in all her nude beauty, brushing her hair. "About Davy, I mean?" she added, looking at me as I dressed. "That’s up to you, babe." I said, going up behind her and palming her firm, round ass cheeks. I looked at her in the mirror, and smiled. "What do YOU want to do?" Her look told me what I wanted to know, and I slipped my arms about her, and I cupped her titties, rolling the hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her ass pushed back against my hardening cock, as she smiled. "You wouldn't be upset? Or angry?" her eyebrows curled suspiciously, yet she seemed at ease, not at all worried about how I would feel. "Not if that's what you want, no I wouldn't be upset at all." I whispered, kissing along her neck. "I just ask one thing... " I raised my head and peered at her in the mirror. She turned, and pressed the naked front of her body to mine, sliding her arms up about my neck. "What's that?" she whispered, watching my mouth, and not my eyes. "I don't want Dave to know,... that I know." I said. "Not yet anyway,... agreed?" I placed my hands on her naked hips, enjoying the feel of them against me. "Agreed." she whispered, as she drew my head down, and we kissed. As she worked her mouth against mine, I could feel my cock rise even more against her belly. She backed off, giggling, and looking down. "I THINK we better get dressed and get to church... don't you?" She smiled at me. Then more softly, more intimately, she placed her lips close to mine, looking deep into my eyes, and she whispered... " I love you so much! So very, VERY much!" and we kissed.