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Inviting Our Son Upstairs Ch. 01

By: DS299



I was using my twenty-one-year old stepson's new computer to do some graphic design and, when typing a website into his browser, URLs popped up for erotic stories. A quick scroll revealed that most of these stories were incest themed, and to do with sexual encounters between mothers and sons. A click or two of some of the jpgs in his history revealed a corresponding visual preference, for busty older women. This discovery did not shock me -- my wife and I are both very liberal and both have a background in sexual education. Freud may have been wrong about a lot of things, but the Oedipus complex is very real. Incest is one of the most popular genres of erotica, and "mom" is the single most searched term on videoporn sites. So, again, I was not so much surprised. Quite the contrary, I got an erection as I took in the reality of the situation. I was staring at proof that my stepson was masturbating and ejaculating imagining himself fucking a mother figure -- maybe his own mother.

As I said, my wife and I are sexually progressive, coming from what could be called a post-modern educational background. We are well aware that most young men fantasize about fucking their mothers. The difference between us and most people is that we don't intend to shame this impulse -- this just leads to repression and unhappiness. This isn't to say, of course, that we would advocate indulging the fantasy to the fullest degree, just that we know that to acknowledge it and even to use it as an opportunity for healthy sexual development is within the range of options.

I'll try to round out some of the relevant details before saying how the whole situation unravelled further than anyone expected it to.

My wife, Carrie, is 46 years old, about 5'6", tossed, raven black hair, large breasts, somewhere between average and curvy, with a lovely face and a sharp intelligence. In her everyday life, she's respected as the highly-capable, forward-thinking and queer-friendly professional that she is. In the bedroom, these same energies are funneled through her powerful sexuality. She's kinky; not so much whips and chains, but rape fantasies, anal play, and a lot of dirty talk. She is impossibly turned on by guys fucking -- especially an older, dominant male, and a younger, more submissive male.

Myself, Tony, am 48 years old , 5'11", brown hair, with an athletic build. I'm considered confident, masculine, and friendly in my professional life. I tend submissive in the bedroom. When I was 26, after a party, myself and a friend jerked each other off in front of my girlfriend at the time. I've never done anything with another man besides that, but the memory's lingered with me and still turns me on like crazy. Despite our openness, we've never invited another man into the bedroom.

Carrie's son and my stepson, Evan, is 5'9" with sandy brown hair and an average-slight build. He's a quiet, thoughtful student type, and has had one serious girlfriend until now. We know they had sex (even the time and place) since they came to us to discuss birth control, but they're broken up now. I happen to know that, unlike me, he's uncircumcised.

The three of us live in a small, modern townhouse -- Evan in the ground floor bedroom, us on the top floor -- and generally get on great.

So -- the evening after the day that I discovered evidence of Evan's porn habits, in bed after sex, I brought up my discovery. Carrie smirked but was not surprised. There is no doubt that my parental responsibilities were compromised somewhat by how turned on I still was by the whole situation. I suggest to her that I have a quick, non-confrontational sit down with him, just to let him know that it was normal, nothing to be ashamed of, and that we were okay with it. I thought it would be a great opportunity to disperse any of the shame that typically accompanies this practice that he might have built up.

The next day, after he got back from class, I had him sit down with me at the kitchen table. I was straightforward and told him that I had inadvertently discovered his incest fetish. At his panic and embarrassment, I was quick to tell him that I was not here to scold him, but that I wanted to assure him that this was completely normal and acceptable, and something that most young men did. As we were getting up, I even offered to send him some pictures of his mother that he might like. This surprised even me, but I rationalized it by telling myself I would send him G-rated stuff that would just demonstrate how accepting we were of his sexuality.

Later that night, on my laptop, I was picking and choosing photos to send. A couple bikini shots, one close shot of her face and cleavage, and, I decided, one borderline racy shot of her in just her nightgown, nipples just visible through the fabric. I attached all the photos but, before I hit send, I impulsively added one more from my stash of our erotic photos. It showed Carrie lying, angled back, on our bed, topless, her heavy mommy-breasts lying plump on her chest, with their raised aureolas, and pebbled nipples. Her crotch was in the foreground -- white cotton panties, with a few stray pubic hairs poking out the side. My blood rushed as I hit send.

I didn't receive any sort of acknowledgement that he'd received the message, but I knew he had, and my imagination started to go wild. Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. I imagined my 'son' sitting at his computer chair, transfixed by his screen. First, he would flip through the relatively innocuous photos, and then arrive at his pretty mother, bare-breasted, vagina foregrounded but just concealed by a thin piece of fabric. He stare for a second, taking in every pixel of the image. He would immediately have a maximum-strength erection. He'd reach for it, grip it, feel its weight. He would firmly stroke his uncircumcised penis, foreskin whisking up and down, as in his mind he imagined himself penetrating his mother. His mouth on her mouth, his cock at her pussy. This would no doubt be the most incredibly erotic image he had ever seen, something that most young men dream of finding but never do. Eventually he'd spray his sperm all over himself, several spurts. And then, at last, the fantasy would break, and he would become aware of the cooling semen on his hands, his shorts around his ankles, and his mostly-nude mother laid out obscenely on the screen in front of him.

Almost like a mantra, a sexy thought refused to leave my mind. I was helping him come. I was helping him shoot. I was facilitating his pleasure and so in a way it was like I was right there squeezing his erection to a mind-numbing ejaculation, my hand sticky with his semen. I don't think I'd ever been more turned on in my life.

My arousal was engaged in an all-out war with my rational mind. And the pictures. Fuck. What would Carrie think?

Inviting Our Son Upstairs Ch. 02



The next day, I explained the situation to Carrie. I had send a lewd topless picture of her to her son for the intention of helping him masturbate to his fantasies of her. In trying to explain my motives, I also told her that the thought of me "helping" him achieve ejaculation was an incredible turn on to me. In her capacity as a mother and feminist, Carrie was angry and disgusted. In her capacity as very sex-positive and forward thinking, and with her major kink of older/younger guys, we reached something of a middle ground. It was too much for me to send Evan any pictures, but what happened has happened. During our sex after, she told me that she loved that I helped a younger man cum really hard. I told her that I loved that her son saw his mommy's big tits, and that I was sure he would treasure the picture forever.

So we made something of an attempt to return to normalcy, except with new fuel for our sexual interplay.

After a couple of days, I received an e-mail response from Evan commenting that the pictures were great, and if he could have any more by any chance. Her son definitely enjoyed seeing his mother's breasts, and no doubt wanted to see her uncovered vagina. My sexual instinct, of course, was to reach back into my store of pictures to send him even more intense photos of his mother. How badly I wanted to send him one of her not only showing her vagina, but spreading her lips for the camera; or on all fours, breasts hanging, waiting for penetration; or even something hardcore, my cock lodged in his mom's pussy, or ejaculating all over her face. How much would this have overloaded his circuits, to be able to see his mother experiencing a real cock! This time, however, I managed to curb my lust. I didn't reply, but met him at the kitchen table when I saw him the next day. I told him that while both his mother and I still very much supported his sexuality, and recognized that his fantasies about her mother were completely healthy and normal, that his mother and I had discussed it and sending nude pictures of her to him was perhaps a bit past the line. He said he understood, and asked if he should delete the ones he had. I said that, no, those were fine. He asked if mom was mad, and I said that no, she was just drawing the line. He left for his room.

Instantly, I felt awful. It felt somehow like we were saying one thing and doing another. I felt that I had shamed him and that he again felt like a pervert. The issue felt vaguely awkward. I wasn't sure what to do.

A few days passed, and a thought occurred to me on how to repair the situation. I pitched it to Carrie one night. I suggested that we invite our son upstairs for general non-sexual intimacy sessions. He and Carrie would lie together and simply talk, cuddle, and be together. This would allow for a warm show of acceptance of Evan's sexuality and the mother-son relationship without letting it cross the line. It would prevent Evan from being shamed for natural urges and bring mother and son closer together.

At first, Carrie was reluctant, but my persistent enthusiasm was enough to win her over. I think my interest in her son's sexuality was, deep down, a turn on for her, and didn't contradict her -- admittedly radical and forward -- theories on healthy sexual engagement.

So -- I asked Evan if he'd want to come upstairs that night just to spend some time with his mother. Nothing sexual, just intimacy, which I said that Carrie and I thought would be nice. He seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing, but agreed.

Carrie was in a satin nightgown in bed without a bra and with a pair of stretchy black panties underneath. She was lying on top of the king-sized bed, on the soft white duvet. When Evan knocked, we invited him in, and he walked up the stairs. I was sitting on a loveseat across the way from the bed, in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, pretending to be occupied by my book. The room was only lit by a couple of lamps. Evan emerged, and Carrie invited him to sit on the bed. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and Carrie told him he'd be a look more comfortable in just his underwear, if he was comfortable with that. He sloughed off the jeans and his socks, wearing only boxer-briefs and his t-shirt, and climbed up toward Carrie, lying down next to her on the bed.

She sensed his nervousness at the strangeness of the situation, and calmed him by rubbing his arms and shoulders, before giving him a hug. She told him that he was safe here, and that she just wanted to create an environment where they could be together authentically, and share their feelings. Evan quickly calmed down. It was lovely to see. They talked quietly for nearly an hour, him lying on his side facing her, and her lying on her side facing him, breasts rising and falling with her breathing.

Looking up from my book as much as I could without being obvious, I checked and confirmed the pronouncement of her nipples through her gown, and the tell-tale sign of an erection in Evan's briefs. Yet, as planned, the encounter never spilled over into anything sexual. Eventually, they hugged, Carrie kissed Evan on the cheek, and then Evan said goodbye, picked up his jeans, and went back to his room. Harmless -- although he would no doubt masturbate while the memories and sensations were still fresh.

As soon as the door shut, I climbed on top of Carrie, and reached under her gown, pulled her panties off, and put two fingers into her pussy. She was wet. I told her how hot that was, and how nice it was to see them together. She invited me between her open legs and I fucked her for as long as I could last -- not long -- before shooting inside her. I was quite sure that Evan could hear me fucking his mom, maybe timing his ejaculation with mine. (How much did he envy me, with my penis sliding in and out of his mother, while his had to settle for the roughness of his hand?)

Anyway -- things continued this way for a week or two. Every few days, Evan would come up before bed, and we'd have this intimate time. After it ended, he would return to his room to masturbate, and I'd fuck Carrie loud and hard. It was risque, and a turn-on for everyone, but also felt organic and healthy. Carrie and I both expressed pleasure with how things were going, and she even admitted to feeling far more comfortable in an intimate setting with Evan than she'd expected. The taboo of him being her biological son was not that prohibitive, she said, once she recognized it for what it was, got over it, and saw him as a normal sexual being who had a deep natural chemistry with her. 

Then, one night, things spilled over.

Carrie and Evan were doing their usual caressing and chatting, this time with Carrie's arms around Evan's neck, in a loose hug. Then, ever so gradually, they began to kiss each other. An incredibly soft, and tender makeout. Evan's penis was hard in his underwear. Neither of them wanted to stop. What began as a gentle makeout built into full-on french kissing. My cock was iron. Trembling with arousal, I walked up to them, and followed my instinct. I pulled down the straps of Carrie's gown, exposing her bare breasts. Carrie moaned. Evan put his hands on her breasts, and circled each erect nipple with his palms as he kissed. "Suck mommy's breasts" I said, and Evan followed my instructions, as Carrie cupped his scalp.

He nursed at her for what seemed like several minutes. I pulled my cock out and begin to squeeze and stroke it. I could see Evan notice it out of the corner of the eye and, while startled for a second, continue to suck at his mother's large breasts. Carrie also noticed me staring at her son and jerking off. Eventually Carrie pulled him away. "Mhm, that was nice. Enough for now I think." They had a quick kiss goodnight, and he left.

After Carrie and I fucked and cooled down, we were both alarmed at how fast things had gotten out of control. We spent the evening discussing our feelings about the situation and found we were both more open to a higher degree of intimacy than we had originally planned. As well, we were both incredibly turned on -- me mainly by seeing a son get to consummate his intense desire for his mother, and her by seeing my lust for a younger man. Despite all of our progressiveness, Carrie and I had never fooled around outside the bounds of our marriage. Despite how much it turned Carrie on, and me too, I had never actually had an encounter with a guy, besides that one in college I mentioned earlier. I had never been able to quite get over the stigma of it myself. But somehow connecting it with the incest taboo really awoke something in me. I was desperate to see Evan nude.

(That's putting it somewhat lightly. I masturbated every day thinking about how insanely horny he must be for his mommy. How much cum had he sprayed looking at the picture of her tits and panty covered vagina? After lying with her night after night, how badly did he feel the need to slide his erection into her pussy? I knew he was uncircumcised, but what did his penis look like?)

Eventually, we settled on some revised boundaries. We were willing to bring Evan into a semi-sexual relationship with us, but only under certain conditions. Partly, they allowed us to maintain some veneer of responsible moderation, but partly we were lost to arousal at this point, without seeing many good arguments not to let ourselves fall into it.

The next night, Evan came up, and we explained our feelings. We thought nudity, manual stimulation, and possibly even oral sex could be considered, if Evan wanted this. We would move slowly, however, to be sure that everyone was comfortable with what was going on. As well -- and this was critical and firm, explained Carrie -- anything that happened between Evan and her, would also happen between Evan and me. The unconventional relationship they were beginning was predicated on consciously moving away from inhibiting cultural norms. Those included prejudices against polyamory and homosexuality. Since Carrie and I were in a committed relationship, if Evan wanted to join Carrie, he also joined me.

Evan thought about this. He looked perplexed. He had had one girlfriend previously, and no doubt identified as straight. Yet, if he was crossing this boundary, why not others? And this was the only way to satisfy his incredible lust for his mother. Any trepidation he might have had about the agreement must have paled in comparison to the bounty in front of him. He looked at her and said that he wanted this.

Carrie kissed him. "I'm so glad." She told him to take all of his clothes off. We all began to strip. I got my shirt and boxers off, and with full erection was able to appreciate the scene before me. Mother -- plump breasts, curly dark pubic hair -- gazing at her nude son. I finally had a chance to take in his cock. Despite his leanness, it was large -- about 7", fully erect, with foreskin half-covering the head. It appeared thin but bloated with blood, so that the width almost doubled in size from the base to the center, almost like a baseball bat. The skin was impossibly soft. In the bisexual porn I'd looked at online I'd come to appreciate the aesthetics of the intact male. Their penises looked at once masculine and slightly feminine, because of the soft foreskin, covering the bashful head. I read an article that said when a man's foreskin is pulled all the way back, it was analagous to when a women pulls her vagina lips open -- it's a moment of intense vulnerability. There was something very sexy about being able to achieve that range of sensuality.

Now -- he was staring at his mother, taking in her beautiful form. His erection jutted out directly at her. She stepped toward him and took him into an embrace, his erection jutting up against her abdomen. They made out like lost lovers. He ran his fingers through the thick rough curls of her pussy. I stroked my cock, having to halt already so that I wouldn't cum.

Could you imagine? Him knowing that he was very likely to feel his mother's hands on his penis, maybe even her mouth encircling his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Would she let him ejaculate into her mouth, that incredibly loving and intimate gesture? He had to feel like he was the luckiest son in the world.

And me... how many fathers get to see their sons sexually involved with their mothers? Does every dad out there fantasize about this -- hooking up two perfect lovers, kept apart by an old-fashioned taboo, and vicariously experiencing the intensity of their desire? 

As Carrie and I had discussed, I interrupted them briefly to ask if I could take a picture. I had my SLR set nearby, and explained to Evan that we thought this would be a really special occasion to capture, but that for now I would only take one or two pictures. I didn't want to spook him by taking pictures all during whatever was going to happen. He agreed, and I posed them, standing side by side. We took a couple pictures, a few just standing, and a few holding hands. They looked so comfortable and well-paired -- hard nipples, jutting erection; slight frame, and warm full figure; shy and awkward, and experienced and assertive; twenty-something and forty-something; son and mommy. Carrie was fooling around in some of the pictures, easing the tension of the situation, so I got a nice variety of poses. Evan's erection came and went, so I got a few of it both hard and droopy. Maybe he was nervous about me examining his manhood so closely? I asked Evan if I could take a picture of his penis as well, and he agreed. I took a couple quick shots of his penis, and then asked if he could pull his foreskin back so I could see the exposed head. He did so, and I snapped away -- I even got the dew of pre-cum at the tip! I wondered if he felt as vulnerable as a woman spreading her vagina open?

Carrie lead him to the bed and they lay side by side. She told him that she would like to rub his penis and if he was sure this was okay. He responded with an enthusiastic yes. She began to jack him off, straightaway from a brisk pace, as he moaned in pleasure. He shut his eyes and leaned into her neck, as she continued to stroke.

I watched as his foreskin slipped up and down over the head of his penis as she pumped -- it must have been ecstasy. Occasionally he would open his eyes, and move as if to kiss her, before being hit by another wave of pleasure. At one point, he noticed me watching back and stroking my cock. For a brief second maybe he wondered what would happen later between him and I, but he quickly let himself be taken away.

He turned around and set himself into her body as the little spoon. The soft flesh of her breasts surrounded his face. He felt her pubic hair against his ass. She increased her speed.

"I'm getting close... mom... that feels really good..."

"Let it out, baby. We want you to have your orgasm. Have a big cum for us. It's okay. Shoot your come, sweetheart, shoot it all over the bed, lovie. Big spurts for mommy. Cum for mommy."

She continue to stroke firmly, briskly, simulating a vagina with her hand.

Evan cringed, and ejaculated. Several spurts of semen rushed out of his urethra, from the rosy read head of his smooth white cock, across the bedspread. Carrie's stroking slowed, until she eventually stopped, retaining a strong squeeze on Evan's cummy penis. I loved the look of her older, slightly wrinkled hand, holding his younger (now dwindling erection) tight, as if to say, "this is mine".

I had been ready to go for a while and, at this, let myself unleashed several long shots of sperm all along Carrie and Evan's legs, letting out a loud moan. "Oh fuck..." Evan's post-orgasm bliss was a bit startled by the feeling of sperm spattering his feet and calves.

I marveled as his foreskin, sticky with semen now becoming clear, once again overtook the head of his penis. I grabbed my camera and snapped this close-up, without making a big deal of it.

All of us were catching our breath. It was without question the most intense sexual encounter of all of our lives to date.

Evan prepared to go back down to his room when Carrie reminded him. "Tomorrow morning daddy will come into your room. I will not be there. He's going to do what I just did. He's going to rub your penis you until you have a really big orgasm. It's going to feel really really good, sweetie, to have a man's hand on your penis. Daddy will be gentle with your foreskin, I've told him just how to touch it. You two can kiss too, if you want, just like we do. He just wants to make you feel good so enjoy it. I'm so excited for you two. Sleep well, baby, I'm glad we're doing this."



Inviting Our Son Upstairs Ch. 03



Around 7:30am, after I got back from the gym and showered, I entered Evan's room as we had agreed. He was fast asleep and the sun was coming through the blinds. I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped out of my shorts. I was fully naked, and my 6" circumcised penis was half-hard already.

I pulled up the blankets on his twin bed, and he woke up and groggily took in my presence. Why was his stepdad standing nude with a half-erection in front of his face next to his bed? "Move over," I said, "remember, dad was going to come into your bed this morning?" 

He remembered the agreement -- anything he did with mom up in her and dad's bedroom, he also had to do with dad. The mother-son intimacy Evan was enjoying with Carrie was founded on a willingness to go past outdated norms, and that went hand in hand with embracing polyamory and homosexuality. Carrie and I felt strongly about using her and Evan's bond to broaden Evan's horizons past the hetero-normative standard.

He slid over, and I got into bed beside him. 

"Are you ready for my hands on your penis?"

"I don't know. I don't feel that turned on. I'm not hard."

"That's okay. We can move at a pace you're comfortable with. Maybe we can just masturbate together for a little while?"

He agreed. We lay in his bed facing each other, not saying much, but each of us stroking our own cock.

I asked him if he'd be more comfortable with his pajama bottoms off, and he agreed. I slid off the flannel bottoms, and caught a glimpse of his uncircumcised penis and tuft of brown pubic hair beneath the blankets. He was still not very hard, but at least we were both nude together. 

I said maybe it would turn us both on if I told him a bit about how good his mom was at sex. He said he'd like to hear about that. So, I said some of the things that came to my mind.

I told him that his mom was always on the pill because she didn't like condoms. All of her boyfriends, when the orgasmed, did it inside of her vagina. One time, when she was his age, she went on a camping trip in her boyfriend's parents RV. Her boyfriend, a surfer, was staying in one bed at the back of the RV, and she was staying in a small bed up front. After his parents fell asleep, she crept over and climbed into his bed. They had very quiet sex, and he ejaculated into her vagina. She couldn't stay there, and she couldn't make any noise, so she snuck back to her bed, and she had told me she remembered his sperm leaking out of her all night, while his parents slept just a few meters away.

I told him that his mom had a preference for smaller men, like him, who had large uncircumcised penises, like him...

I told him that, sometimes, when I'm close to orgasming, his mom would jam her tongue into my ear to put me over the edge...

I told him to imagine himself in large field, in a secluded area, on a sunny day. To imagine himself walking with his mother and arriving at this field, and then shedding his clothing, and walking with her nude, lying down with her and kissing, feeling her pubic hair rub against his thigh.

I could see that his penis was fully hard now, his hand pulling the foreskin up and down his glans. Mine was hard too. We were masturbating together.

I told him that the thing that most turns on his mother -- REALLY REALLY turns her on -- is when an older guy, a forty or fifty-something, has oral sex or sex with a younger guy, a twenty-something. I told her about how she loves amateur gay pornography and that just talking about this dynamic makes her vagina very very wet.

I told him that I really thought she would be willing to roll on her back, spread her legs, and let him kneel in front of her, set his penis at the entrance of her pussy, and push it inside.

He was really going now. I asked if I could do it. He said yes. I pushed his arm away, and put him hand on his cock, and began to firmly stroke it like he had been doing.

I must've pulled the skin back a bit too tight, as he pushed my arm to have me slow down. He was very sensitive.

Finally, I told him that, when he was ready, he could slide his penis in and out of his mom, kissing her and sucking her breasts, until he's ready for a big orgasm. With other girls, he has to wear a condom (and I knew he did with his only girlfriend to date), but with his mother he's free to shoot his entire load inside of her vagina.

I told him I wanted him to think seriously about whether he'd want his mom to be his girlfriend, because I might be able to make that happen. I told him that a lot of guys thought moms and son were designed to have sex with each other once the son became an adult. I told him that boyfriends and girlfriends can have sex with each other whenever they want.

He was grunting. I increased my speed.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"fucking-- mom's pussy..."

"That's good, keep thinking about that, it's going to feel so so good when you actually put your penis inside of her... tell me when you're cumming, okay?"

I took my other hand off my own cock for the time being and moved it to pressure his abdomen for leverage, and then started to jerk his penis more firmly.

"I'm gonna cum now-- I'm cumming"

"Okay, let it go, shoot it out... shoot into mom"

I stroked him firm and hard, and he shot several spurts of ejaculate all over my abdomen and pubic hair. It got all over my fist and then back onto his shrinking penis.

"Fuck, you did so good."

I was so fucking turned on. I took my slick hand and quickly jerked myself off. I came in about 10 seconds, spraying cum all over Evan's inner thighs and penis. "Fuck yes..." I moaned.

As I was cumming, I had the urge to jam my tongue in his mouth, even to straddle him and spray all over his chest, but I resisted letting myself go too far. I knew especially after his own orgasm he'd be feeling awkward. So, I just thanked him, said that I hoped he enjoyed it, got out of his bed, put on my shorts and shirt, and left.

Through the day, it would cross my mind what he must be thinking at college that day. Here was a young guy who'd always been conditioned to be heterosexual, who's main sexual experiences were fumbling encounters with a young girlfriend, and he had to come to terms with the fact that he'd just had an older man bring him to orgasm with his hand, and then had had semen sprayed all over his tummy and penis. I imagine it would be confusing. The thought also turned me on though.

When I relayed what happened to Carrie, it turned her on too. She kissed me deep with her tongue and said "that's SO fucking hot. I'm so happy he had his first time with a guy with you." 

"Did he like it?" She asked. I said that I thought he did. She said, "the idea of you guys hooking up really turns me on."

I laughed and said that I thought we were all being brought closer together by what we had initiated, and that it was very intense and sexy for all of us.

We knew the next step would be Carrie sucking Evan's cock. A mother actually sucking her own son's erect penis! It sounded strange to say, but we both had the feeling it would be an incredibly intimate and sexy act. 

It happened a few days later, on Friday night. Carrie had asked Evan not too make plans, if he felt like coming up to the bedroom again, and he said that he did want to come up.

Carrie made a bit of a special occasion of it this time. She put up some white christmas lights, and put some music on not too loud. When Evan came up, Carrie gave him a glass of white wine, and she told him that she wanted all of us to strip to our underwear right away. She told him she was so proud of the way his sexuality was blossoming, and wanted to have a celebration. We all stripped down, me in my boxers, Evan in his boxer-briefs, and Carrie in a gray sports bra and panties. We drank wine, and Carrie even pulled out a joint that we smoked on the balcony. She told Evan that she wanted him to feel like, in our bedroom, we weren't his parents but his lovers. Carrie wanted to dance, but Evan and I were both a bit reluctant. She tried to drag us out to dance with her, but she was doing most of the moving, her large breasts swaying with her shoulders. It was fun, and we were all nice and relaxed.

At one point, Carrie had Evan and I stand together. She said she wanted us to compare our penises. We stood side by side but then she said it would be easier if we were facing each other. Our cocks were right up against one anothers, both of us erect. His was about 7" and uncut of course, but skinnier, until it fattened out a bit at the end. Mine was 6" and cut, but wider all the way through. Carrie wrapped her hands around both of them and said, "you two look so good together!"

Time passed, and Evan and Carrie ended up on the bed, talking and kissing, while I fiddled with my camera in a chair across from the bed. I looked over and saw that they were going pretty hard, with Carrie's nipples hard now, and Evan with a large bulge.

I wandered up close and began snapping a few shots; big-breasted Carrie with her hairy pussy tongue-kissing with her son who had his penis pressed up against her belly. "Take off your top," I said. Carrie pulled off her sports bra, and Evan sucked on her hard brown nipples.

Click. I'd definitely masturbate to this one later.

I told them to pose for a photo and, Carrie in her very flirty mood, responded well. She arranged Evan between her legs, with her tits right behind his head. I got a good shot of her embracing him. I asked her to reach into his shorts, and got that shot. Then I asked her to pull out his erection, and got that shot -- her hand squeezing his shaft as it jutted out of the top of his boxer briefs. Finally, I asked to roll back the foreskin. She had one hand wrapped around his chest, and the other holding his cock. She kissed his ear. So hot to see her hand around his shaft and exposed glans. They looked so sexy and compatible together.

"I think it's time you gave him a blowjob."

"Mmm... what do you think, sweetie?"

"Yes... fuck yes..."

I whispered to Evan, "roll on your back now. This is going to feel really good."

He rolled onto his back, and Carrie got on her knees. I set my camera down and pulled Evan's briefs down and off his legs. Fully nude, his erection sprung up.

Carrie moved closer, used her fingers to pull back his foreskin, and examined the head. She picked away a stray piece of dust, and then jacked his erection up and down a few times.

"You want me to put my mouth on your penis?"

"Yes..."

She looked at it again, and, still pulling his foreskin down taut, ran her tongue up from the bottom of the shaft and all the way to the tip, running it around the head of his penis. Evan moaned.

Carrie then engulfed the head of his penis with her mouth, and she was sucking her son's cock.

I had chills I was so turned on. I snapped a couple more pictures.

Half the time Evan was staring, half the time he was closing his eyes in bliss.

Can you imagine what it must be like to look down, and see your own mother's lips approach and then close over your hard penis? 

Carrie was using her tongue along the shaft to create pressure, and would sometimes push Evan's foreskin up over the head, and shove her tongue inside, which caused him to curse, it felt so good.

Eventually, she sped up her pace, jacking firm and quick, and using regular sucking, and Evan trembled and softly said, "I'm getting close-- don't stop."

She kept going, and then he clenched up. All of a sudden, he tried to push her off his cock. He must've thought she didn't want to swallow his semen! She held absolutely firm, and keep pressing on. After a few more moments, he gasped, and let go. Carrie kept on steadily, choked just a little, kept going, and I knew Evan's entire viscous load must be filling up her mouth, and rolling down her throat and into her mommy-belly.

Evan put his forearm over his eyes. He was exhausted. Carrie came up and kissed and held him. 

"How good did that feel, buddy?" I asked. He gave a light grin in response. Again, I knew that after the male orgasms, he can often feel ashamed or awkward, so I didn't want to press him too much. This whole situation must've been very confusing for him. After all, he'd just ejaculated into his mother's mouth, her bare breasts and hard nipples scraping against his thighs, and she'd quietly, lovingly, swallowed his entire batch of semen. How would you feel?

After a little while, Evan asked if he could taste Carrie down there. She said that he certainly could eventually but that she thought we were done for tonight. She reminded him that it was daddy's turn now, to have oral sex with him, and she wanted him to get some rest for that. So she said goodnight, and he got up, gathered his clothes, and went down to his room.

I was desperate to fuck Carrie -- my cock was hard as a rock. I just wanted to slide into her and unload. But she told me she wanted to save my semen for the next morning. 

I took me an hour to get to sleep, I was so hard and turned on.

The next morning, after my workout, I again entered his room and stripped off my clothes. Evan woke up and, this time, knew what I was here for.

He opened his blankets, pulled off his pajama bottoms, and already was mostly erect, his glans poking out of his foreskin, surrounded by his tangle of pubic hair. He opened his legs to leave me room to crawl between them, prepared to close his eyes and let his cock be sucked. I shook my head... he had received oral sex from his mother, and now I was going to receive oral sex from him. I would put my lips around his cock another day.

I took him by his hand and, with him still groggy, guided him to his knees on the carpeted floor. I step toward him, put my hand on the side of his face, and told him to open his mouth and to go slow. I put my erect cut cock into his mouth, the head not quite as soft and pink as his, and began very gently guiding him back and forth as he got it slick. 

A little faster now as he got the hang of it. "Swirl your tongue around it. Yeah..." 

I put his hand on my cock and got him to stroke me a little as he was going.

I noticed that his own cock was hard, plump between his legs. I was glad he was enjoying this.

Eventually, between my arousal at the circumstances, and his steady sucking, I felt my orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum," I announced. Instinctively, I felt him become a bit tentative, but continue on. "Keep going I said," and took his hand off my cock and replaced it with my own, jacking faster. 

I gripped the back of his head, and said "I'm going to come. Now. Swallow."

"It's going to come fast so keep swallowing or your mouth will get filled up. Okay. I'm coming now."

He tried to pull back a little, but felt my firm grip and continued on. I felt my cock explode... One spurt... two... three...

He was groaning, swallowing and trying to keep up.

Eventually I finished and pulled him off my cock.

His cock was fully hard between his legs, the foreskin pulled back at the strength of his arousal. He'd just swallowed his first load of semen, and it was a lot.

He stood up, with his erection bobbing between his legs.

Later in the day, I again reflected on what must be going through his mind. When he saw a pretty girl, big boobs in a sweater, nice ass... would he be like all of his straight friends, unequivocal in their desire to pursue and fuck her? Or would he feel some new ambivalence and confusion, remembering himself naked on the floor this morning, his mouth around an erection, his mouth filling with sperm?