(All characters are 18 or older)
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I sat on the bed of my son's room, my cock hardening as I listened to my son fucking my wife in the master bedroom.
Do you think I'm some kind of tiny-dicked cuckold, who gets off on listening to his wife getting fucked by his son? Do you think my son's some well-endowed embodiment of manliness who stole his beautiful mother from his father? Well you're wrong. If you're into that kind of Oedipal fantasy, you'd better look elsewhere.
First of all, my cock's bigger than my son's. I know from experience.
Secondly, my son's height is only at my chin. He's slender, pale, and has virtually no body hair. He's been mistaken for a girl a couple of times.
Third, he didn't "steal" his mother from me at all. In fact, he came to me, begging to fuck her since he couldn't get a girl of his own. At first I refused, but his mother, always feeling sorry for him, begged me to allow it. So I agreed, on one condition. Every time my son fucked his mother, I'd get to fuck him.
He'd have to do whatever I wanted, wear whatever I wanted, and act however I wanted. And if I'm going to be stuck with a girly son, I'm going to make the most of it. He now has a full wardrobe of girl's clothes and wigs.
"Mommy! Oh Mommy...AUGH!" I heard my son climax in the other room, releasing a squirt of seed into his mother's cunt. Always trying to protect the boy's self-esteem, my wife cried out in an obviously fake orgasm of her own. The boy never lasted more than a minute.
My own cock twitched in excitement as I heard the two finish fucking. I knew now that my wife was dressing our son in one of the sexy girl's outfits we'd bought for him, putting him in a long blonde wig, and putting makeup on his face. My already-girly son was in the process of becoming even girlier.
As I waited for him to get ready, I wondered what I would do to him tonight. Maybe I'd cum on his face, messing his perfect makeup. Or maybe I'd make him blow me and shoot my cum down his throat, making him gag on my cock.
No, I decided. Tonight's going to be an ass night. My balls stirred as I thought about those round, pale buns bouncing in front of me. My testicles were going into overdrive, producing as much sperm as possible.
My heart pounded in excitement as I heard the master bedroom door open and my son making his way down the hall to his own room, where I waited. He opened the door to find me waiting for him on his bed, my erection straight up in the air.
He entered the room, his eyes on the ground in humiliation. He wore a flimsy, transparent nightdress that was just a tiny bit too short, allowing the lacy pink panties he wore to peek out from underneath the hem. I could just barely see the bulge of his tiny package in the panties.
As he approached the bed, he said in a soft, nervous voice, "Please Daddy, could you close the blinds? Someone might see."
"No way," I answered. "I love the way your ass looks in the moonlight."
Realizing that tonight I was in the mood for anal, he started to turn around, still not meeting my gaze. I grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards me, forcing him to look into the face of the man who was about to fuck him. I planted a long, lustful kiss on his lipstick-covered mouth. I felt a tear roll down his cheek. I broke the kiss.
