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Danny Pt. 01

By: EvieLynZasse



My name is Ian Stuart Kelly. I am married with one son in college. I have a good job, although sometimes it's a bit boring. I don't have any real hobbies to occupy my free time and I'm not into sports, unless the occasional fishing trip counts. There is one thing I really enjoy. Sex. Luckily my wife Karen enjoys sex too. Even though we've been together for many years, she hasn't yet let me try anal. And I really want to try. Karen is just a little on the plump side, which is ok with me. She has beautiful large breasts and a sweet pussy, so except for my anal obsession, I'm pretty much satisfied. 

My son Danny is a junior at the university. He is home for the summer. A few days ago he suggested that we drive up to the lake and do a little fishing. We have a timeshare cabin and it was available for the next weekend. 

That weekend fishing trip started a strange series of events that changed my life. I will let the reader decide if the change was good or bad.

I felt bad about canceling the weekend with my son. My boss signed me up for a seminar at the last minute on Friday. It was common knowledge in the office that attending was a stepping stone from middle management to bigger and better things. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Second chances were rare. Danny said he understood but I know he was disappointed. I left Friday evening for the two-hour drive and got settled into my hotel room. The Saturday morning session was informative if a little boring. During lunch, the event host announced that the main speaker was ill and that they would re-schedule the rest of the seminar at a later date.

I checked out of the hotel and headed home, thinking Danny and I might get at least part of the weekend. When I got back I noticed my wife's car was gone but Danny's was in the garage. I also saw Tony's motorcycle in the driveway. Tony was one of my son's friends. I didn't care for Tony. There was just something about him. I walked upstairs and met Tony in the hallway.

"Hi Mr K." Tony said, smiling.

"Hello Tony." I said, trying to be polite.

"Danny's in his room. We're done goofing around, go on in." Tony said. "He's all yours."

The bedroom door was partially open, but I knocked anyway before I pushed the door open and walked in.

Danny was there all right. He was lying in bed. He was wearing a white garterbelt and white stockings, and a white lacy bra. There was a pair of white lacy panties on the pillow next to his head. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. It seemed pretty obvious to me that he and Tony had just had sex. Hell, you could smell it. Danny's longish hair was all tousled and his cock was wet with cum.

"Forget something Tony?" Danny said without opening his eyes.

"Tony left." I said quietly.

"Oh God, dad, oh my God." Tony said, his voice shaking.

I stood in the doorway staring at my son. He pulled the bedsheets around himself and I could see tears in his eyes.

After a minute or two, I closed the door and flipped the lock. I sat down on a chair across from the bed and waited for Danny to look at me. 

"Danny. I'm not going to lecture you although I'm a bit shocked. You're an adult and capable of making your own decisions. But I am concerned about your judgement." I said, trying to sound parental. "What if your mother had walked in?" 

"Dad. I'm so sorry." Danny said softly.

"Stand up son. I want to see what you look like." I told Danny. 

Danny stood up slowly, reluctantly. He dropped the sheet back on the bed. I pointed to the discarded panties and Danny slipped them on. When he straightened up I could see that despite being embarrassed, he was getting an erection. 

I heard my wife's car in the driveway and told Danny that we would talk later. 

"Is this what you want? To look like a girl." I asked.

Danny didn't answer right away. Finally he raised his head and looked at me.

"Yes." He said, his voice trembling.

"I just wanted to hear you say it. Now get out of those things and take a shower." I said. "And use some air freshener in here before you come down stairs."

I closed the bedroom door and started down stairs. Part of me was thinking, my son was a crossdresser and a sissy. Certainly not something a parent usually has to deal with. And it embarrassed me at the time, but part of me was thinking, 'damn, Danny looked cute'.

"Hi dear." I said as I walked into the kitchen.

"I saw your car, what happened?" Karen asked.

"Would you believe the main speaker got sick. I though Danny and I might salvage part of the weekend anyway." I added.

That night we ordered a pizza. The three of us ate and watched a movie. Danny and I made plans to leave the next morning. Not a word was said about our earlier conversation, but we did exchange a few looks.

In our bedroom I stretched out and watched Karen getting undressed. I always enjoy watching. I was hornier than hell. Was it Karen, or was it thinking about how Danny looked? I already had a hard on. Like I mentioned before, Karen is just a little on the plump side. She has largish breasts with big areolas and nipples and she shaves her pussy, which I love.

She stood in front of her mirror and unbuttoned her blouse. I think she likes looking at herself almost as much as I like looking at her. She unclipped her bra and let it fall on the floor. Still looking in the mirror, she squeezed her breasts and touched her nipples. She put one hand under each beautiful fleshy globe and lifted them, making them jiggle. She turned towards me, still holding her breasts, offering them to me. She only stopped to wiggle out of her skirt and slip the practically transparent white panties off. They joined the bra on the floor. I could see the pussy lips already turning pink as her desire grew. She rubbed her pussy with both hands as she watched me stroking my cock.

Karen walked across the room to her nightstand, her breasts swaying rhythmically with each step. She opened a drawer and took out a condom. She always insisted that I wear one. I took it from her, opened the package, and unrolled it on my cock. She didn't watch me. She watched my cock. Karen climbed on the end of the bed, and on her hands and knees she crawled forward, her breasts hanging down. She purposely moved side to side, swinging her lovelies back and forth. She continued crawling until her nipples, stiff and hard, were brushing my chest.

She bent her head to gently touch her lips to mine. A sample of what might come later. She lowered her ass until her pussy was on top of my cock. She made no attempt to move her hands. She started wiggling until she managed to get my cock into her hole. Once it started slipping inside, she shoved down fast, impaling herself on my cock. I moaned as she started to grind her pelvis, taking me as deep as she could. I forgot about everything except that fantastic feeling of being inside of my wife. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Just her pussy milking my cock. 

She masturbated herself, moving up and down, in and out. I was mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced just inched from my face. I reached up and grabbed one lovely mound in each hand. She moaned loudly as I caressed and squeezed them. When I pinched her nipples she almost screamed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing becoming deeper and faster. All at once she stopped moving. I saw her eyes close and I felt her pussy muscles tensing as her orgasm swept over her. And I came too. That sudden release, squirting three or four times. Karen collapsed on top of me. We held each other and kissed until my cock went limp and slipped out of her hot wet pussy. As soon as she moved off of me, I knew something was wrong. My cock was covered in cum. The condom had broke. Karen ran to the bathroom. I couldn't help noticing that a glob of cum was dripping down her inner thigh. I heard the shower come on. 

She wasn't going to be mad at me, I knew. But I thought it might be quite a while until I would get anywhere near her pussy again.

Danny and I got to the lake early the next morning. We didn't talk much in the car, but I could tell Danny wanted to say something. We put our gear and cooler in the cabin and walked out on the pier. It was a beautiful morning. Clear sky; sun just coming up and no one around. It would get hotter later, but for now it was great. 

Except the fish weren't biting. After a couple of hours it started to get warm out on the pier with no shade. 

"Come on Danny. Let's get a couple of cold ones and sit in the porch were its cooler." I suggested.

"Dad. Are you sure you're not mad at me?" Danny said when we settled down on the cabin porch.

"I'm not mad son. It's a life choice. Almost ever week on TV you see that some athlete or movie star or somebody is 'coming out'. Men and women both. Hell some cities even have parades." I said.

"And the girlie stuff?" Danny said softly, his head down.

"Son. I don't know how those things make you feel. If it makes you feel more like a girl, then why not." I answered. But I must insist on one thing. Not in the house where your mother might catch you."

"Ok dad." Danny said.

"It was a bit of a shock seeing you like that the other day. But to be honest, you did look cute. You have nice legs. I can see why other guys might be attracted to you." I said.

We went back into the cabin, Danny to the small bedroom and I got another beer from the cooler. When I heard Danny behind me, I grabbed another beer to give to him. When I turned around Danny was standing in the middle of the room.

He was dressed all in pink. He was wearing a garterbelt and stockings, a very lacy bra and panties so sheer I could see his cock straining the material

"Danny. What are you doing?" I asked, stumbling on the words.

"I'm showing you what I am, and what I want." Danny whispered.

"What you want?" I asked.

"Dad. I used to hear you and mom through the wall at night. I would pretend I was there instead of mom." Danny said. "I think that's when I changed."

Danny walked up to me, put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I pushed him away and started to say something. I was a bit shocked. I never got the words out. Danny lifted his head and kissed me. I keep reliving that moment, asking myself why I didn't pull away, but I didn't. I can honestly say that I've never been interested in other men much less my own son. But here I was kissing him back. Maybe it was just the surprise. I should have stopped right there.

Almost in a trance, I watched as my son knelt down in front of me and pulled down my sweatpants and boxers. Danny reached up and took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. All I could do was watch. But damn his hand felt good. After a minute or so Danny stood up, still holding my cock. He led me to the bed and I followed like I was wearing a leash. I sat down on the bed and Danny knelt down again. I knew what he was going to do. Like slow motion, Danny lowered his head. I took a deep breath and watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth. 

My wife Karen would occasionally give me a blowjob, but it wasn't something she did often. Danny was very good. I started fidgeting which must have warned Danny that I was getting close to cumming. He pulled his head up off my cock and stood up.

"Dad. Take off my panties." Danny said. I can still hear him saying that even today. 

I did as he said, slipping the panties down his stockinged legs. I could see a wet stain in the thin material. Danny's own cock was shaved smooth, his ball small and tight. There was precum dripping out. Danny moved past me and knelt on the bed, his ass raised. I certainly shouldn't have, but I kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles and got up behind him. I think I realized this had gotten way out of hand, but I couldn't stop.

Between my saliva and a few drops of Danny's precum, I got his ass lubricated. 

"Daddy. Fuck me." I heard Danny say in a whisper. "Please fuck me."

I didn't hesitate. The part of my brain that controls pleasure had taken over. I grabbed my son's hips, got my cock against his asshole, and pushed. There was some resistance, but I slipped in easier than I thought. I heard Danny groan and I pushed in as far as I could. Now it was my turn to groan. I could feel Danny squeezing and he was so incredibly tight. I started fucking my son. He pushed back, matching my thrusts. It didn't take long until I was cumming deep in Danny's ass. My cum made his hole even more slippery. I pumped a few more times until my cock went limp and slipped out. I cannot, even now, explain just how fantastic that felt. 

Danny rolled over on his back and grabbed his own cock. He masturbated faster and faster. I watched as globs of white cum oozed out of his cock and dribbled onto his hand. I watch as he lifted his hand and licked it clean. 

"My god Danny. What have we done?" I said. 

"Well. I think I got a new lover. Maybe from now on my only lover." Danny said, still whispering. "And next time you can see what my cock tastes like."

End of part one.

Danny Pt. 02



My name is Karen Stuart. I'm married to a great guy. Ian, my husband, has a sex problem. He just can't get enough. It actually works out because I'm a borderline nymphomaniac. I'm always horny. We have one son, Danny. Danny is a good boy, although a little shy. He's home for the summer from college. There was something bothering him, but when I found out what it was, it was a shock. It changed his life and mine.

It was early one late afternoon. It was too early to start dinner, so I curled up on the sofa to watch TV. I had a fleecy covering my lap and legs just to be comfy. 

My son Danny came in and asked if he could sit with me. He snuggled next to me like he did when he was a kid. After a half-hour or so, Danny stretched out and put his head on my leg. Soon I felt his breathing slow down and I think he fell asleep. When a commercial came on, I glanced down at Danny. I noticed the he had quite a bulge in his gym shorts. He certainly wasn't a kid anymore. I don't know why I did it, but I reached down and gently lifted the waistband of his shorts. I saw the head of his cock staring at me. Unlike my husband Ian's cock, Danny's wasn't as bulbous. The head was more tapered, smaller than the rest of the shaft. I couldn't see Danny's face, but I found out much later that he was smiling. He wasn't asleep.

I remember staring for a minute before I pulled my hand back. What the hell was I doing? Danny was a man now. 

Eventually Danny sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"If you wanna look, all you have to do is ask." Danny said, smiling.

"What? I didn't mean. Oh sweetie I'm sorry. But it was..." I stammered.

"It's ok mom. I don't mind at all." Danny said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.

When my son got up and left, I just sat there. I put my head back and took a deep breath. Well, I took several deep breaths. When I followed Danny about an hour later, I passed his room. The door was open just a crack, but open enough for me to see my son standing by his bed. His back was to me, but it was pretty obvious what he was doing. Just as I took a step towards my bedroom, I heard Danny. 

"Oh mom, oh mom." Danny whispered. 

My son was masturbating thinking about me. 

In my bedroom, when I got undressed to take a quick shower before my husband Ian got home, I found that my panties were damp. No way I should get turned on this way. Then why was I?

After diner when my husband and I went up to bed, I practically raped him. Not that he objected much. I started playing with his cock and found myself thinking about seeing my son's cock. I don't know why, but oral sex is not one of my most favorite activities, but that night I went down on Ian and sucked his brains out. I couldn't make myself let him cum in my mouth, even though I knew he really wanted to. I don't know why I can't do that. 

When I lay back down, Ian wasted no time getting between my legs. I almost screamed when I felt his tongue licking my pussy and sucking on my clitty. He sucked on my pussy lips and nibbled on my clit. He pushed his tongue in my hole as far as he could. I felt one of his fingers playing with my asshole. The most he's ever done is get a finger in there. I think it would hurt too much if he tried to get his cock inside. 

My nipples ached. I mean they ached. They are sensitive but they've never ached like that before. Was it Ian, or maybe Danny?

After only a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. Ian lifted his head long enough to see the condom I was holding out towards him. He quickly slipped it on and inched his way on top of me. 

"Oh baby I'm on fire. Fuck me." I said. "I need you inside me right now,

I spread my legs as far apart as I could and raised my knees. My pussy was so wet that Ian had no trouble at all getting in. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like he plunged in deep with his cock and lowered his head, devouring one of my nipples at the same time. I wanted to scream at the intensity of the exquisite pleasure. I was shaking. And for some unknown reason, I remember vividly in my mind, thinking that Danny was in place of my husband Ian. No, that's not accurate. I know the reason. 

Ian tried to take his time. Making his own pleasure last as long as possible. He pressed his pelvis against mine, grinding my clitty with his body, as he strained to get as deep as he could with each thrust. My pussy was so hot. 

He pumped away hard, as I tried to breathe and push the image of my son out of my mind. But I couldn't do that. It was wrong. Even thinking about it was wrong. So why was I thinking about it? 

I've never cum so hard and so fast in my life. I think I stopped breathing for a minute. My pussy was soaked and swollen. Ian collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and my ears. 

"Oh god Ian that was great." I said. Luckily I caught myself. I almost said Danny rather than Ian. What the hell was wrong with me? 

Curled up next to my husband that night I slept fitfully. I wondered what Danny was dreaming about. I wondered if his cock would feel different from my husbands. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, passionately. I wondered what he would say to me. I even thought about what his cock would feel like in my mouth, something I rarely do with Ian, and god help me, I wondered what his cum would taste like. I couldn't help it. I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't. 

In the morning I was covered in sweat. As soon as Ian got out of the shower, I took one. I didn't want Ian to leave for work. I was afraid of what might happen. 

Danny came down stairs at sat at the kitchen table while I was making coffee. He didn't say anything. He just sat there, hanging his head. 

"What's the matter sweetie." I asked.

"My life is a mess." Danny said without lifting his head.

"It can't be that bad. How is it a mess?" I asked.

"Oh mom, I can't tell you, its so, so." Danny said softly.

"Sweetie. You can tell me anything. Don't be embarrassed, maybe I can help." I said, reaching out to hold my son's hand."

"Promise you won't laugh or get mad, and god don't ever tell dad." Danny pleaded.

"I promise." I said, holding my breath. Danny was obviously distressed about something.

"Oh god mom." Danny said. " I can't tell you this." As he started to get up from the table.

"Danny. Sit back down and tell me. Get it out. You'll feel better. It can't be that bad." I said

"Remember you promised not to get mad." Danny reminded me. " It's you.

"It's me what young man?" I prompted.

Danny talked quietly. He told me that when he was younger, he could hear me and his father through the wall between our bedrooms. He had vivid dreams of what we were doing and how he wished that he could have taken his father's place. He said that he thinks about me when he masturbates.

When he finished he put his head back down on the table and I think he was starting to cry. I just sat there but the images of seeing his cock and later catching him jerking off came rushing back. It got me excited then and now I was even more excited. But I also knew what he wanted and what I was thinking could never happen. 

"Mom, I'm so sorry, but you told me to tell." Danny said.

"I'm sure a lot of boys think about their mothers. It's normal." I lied. I had no idea if it was normal or not. "Now go wash up and don't worry."

"Ok mom." Danny said.

"Danny, we'll work this out, I promise. Just don't worry about it. 

Danny went back to his room and I went out on the patio. I needed some fresh air and a place to think. I thought about a lot of things. I fought with myself, my feelings and how much I loved Ian and Danny. 

That night I sat down with Ian to talk about Danny. Well not about what Danny and I talked about, but just general stuff, he seemed so preoccupied. I suggested that maybe our son should take a semester off from college. I thought I'd get an argument, but Ian said that was a good idea. Danny could get a part time job to keep him busy. They could get some more fishing or camping in. They used to like doing that. 

The other problem I would have to handle myself. How could I tell my husband that his son had fantasies about his mother? I didn't sleep well that night at all. But my morning I had made my decision. I knew how to take care of Danny's fantasy. It's time Danny stopped dreaming and grew up.

The next morning after Ian left for work, I took a shower, toweled off and put on my big terry robe. I walked down the hall to Danny's room, took a deep breath and walked in without knocking. It was better to have this out with my son right away. 

"Mom. What are you doing?" Danny said, wrapping a sheet around himself and sitting up.

"I'm taking care of your problem." I said, and I took off my robe.

I stood there trembling. Totally naked in front of my son. My nipples were stiff and erect and my pussy was already soaked. Danny stood up slowly, the sheet falling to the floor. I watched my son's cock get harder and harder until it was standing straight out, pointing at me. Danny didn't say a word. He walked up to me, bent his head and kissed me. Not a mother and son kiss, but the deep, searching kiss of a lover. I felt his tongue trying to get between my lips. When I opened my mouth, my tongue met his in a sweet, wild dance. I felt his cock poking into my tummy as he grabbed me and pulled me close.

It seemed like we stood there for a long time, but it was only a minute or two. When Danny stepped back, he looked down at my breasts and reached out to caress them. He pinched my nipples hard causing me to moan. I pushed my son back towards his bed and when he sat down on the edge, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I leaned forward and took Danny's cock into my mouth. What had always seemed like a chore with my husband, was a totally different experience with my son. I bobbed my head up and down, masturbating Danny with my mouth. I was a little surprised when he pulled my head up. 

Danny urged and tugged me to get on the bed. I spread my legs and watched as Danny moved between them. Danny started to rub the head of his cock on my crack, pushing between my pussy lips. The last thing I thought about was there wasn't' any condoms. Before I could say anything, Danny shoved his cock into me. 

"Oh my god Danny, you need to use protection, you need to put on a condom." I blurted out.

"Not today mom. You didn't really expect me to wear one did you?" Danny said as he started pumping his cock into me.

"No, but. Damn it. Oh jeez. Fuck me Danny. Fuck Me!" I almost screamed.

My son pounded my pussy hard. I could feel my breasts bouncing and jiggling every time he slammed into me. My husband would have been done, but my son kept fucking me. I tried to get him to stop for a moment when I had a tremendous orgasm, but he just kept going. 

"Mom. I'm gonna cum." Danny whispered.

"Not inside me, Danny please. Not inside me." I pleaded.

"Too late mom." My son said as he buried his cock as deep as it would go.

I don't know if it was his words, or the fact that he was squirting cum in my pussy, but I had another orgasm, almost as strong as the first one. I've never had a multiple before. I must have had my eyes closed, because I remember opening them to see my son smiling down at me. He lowered his head and kissed me. 

My whole body was trembling as Danny raised up. I looked up at my son, my lover. 

"My god Danny. What have we done?" I asked.

"Well. I think I just got a new lover. Maybe from now on my only lover." Danny said, still whispering. "And next time I might let you taste my cum. "Would you like that?"

I know I blushed. "Yes Danny, I would like that."

End of part two