Author's Note: CAUTION. This story will eventually contain some male bi-sexuality. If that disturbs you, then you should probably stop reading and select another story.
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My wife and I have been married twenty four years, and like most married couples our age, we've learned how to keep our sex life new and exciting.
Beth, my wife, is a beautiful and sensual woman who has been more than willing to use fantasy in our frequent sex play. Plus, over the years, she's become comfortable actually living out a few of our tamer fantasies, and role playing the more kinkier fantasies alone with me in the privacy of our bedroom.
For example, some of Beth's regular fantasies have included being stripped and exposed in front of other men. Over the years, I've had many opportunities to show her off to other guys in safe situations. For example, one special night a few years back, I had her completely naked – on her back with her legs propped open. I used my hands to spread her pussy lips apart and let two guys we met at a hotel bar look at her shaved, pink vagina while they jerked off. That was an amazing night we still talk about to this day.
I spanked her in front of the web cam one night while ten guys watched, taking great care to undress her slowly – making her stand in front of the camera holding her short skirt up as I pulled her panties down to her knees. I made her stand like that for ten minutes while I pushed my lubricated finger in and out of her cute little butt and played with her clit. By the time I positioned her bottom over my knees for her spanking, she was dripping wet and completely agreeable to letting me focus the web cam right at her pussy from behind.
She really gets off seeing naked guys, cocks of all shapes and sizes, and gets extremely turned on seeing guys masturbate. We have three DVDs that have bisexual group scenes, and she loves to watch the parts where two guys suck or stroke each other. She's told me numerous times how much she'd like to see me handle another man's cock, but, up to now, it's just been fantasy talk.
Myself, I have a huge panty fetish which Beth has always been happy to help me with, and panty play is one of the main activities in our sex life. She's never really understood my desire to see her have sex with another guy, but, she's completely fine with my creampie desires and would be thrilled to see me act on my 'off and on' bisexual curiosity.
But neither one of us, either Beth or myself, could have anticipated the series of unexpected events that seemed to logically end with our son's cock embedded deeply into his mother's vagina – and, all with my complete blessing. We didn't necessarily intend for any of this to happen, but, you're not going to hear one once of complaining from me, my wife, and surely not from our son, Charles.
The first thing that happened occurred the week after Charles moved back home from college for the summer. My wife, Beth, was asked to work on Saturday and take a day off during the week. So, I decided I'd help out around the house while she was gone and do some laundry. I'd gathered up all the clothes from the hampers and had sorted everything out on the floor in the laundry room, including a pile of Beth's bras and panties.
I left to go out to the garage for a few minutes, and when I came back I noticed the pile of my wife's lingerie had been rearranged, and, a pair of Beth's panties was gone. I knew they were there before I went out to the garage because I chuckled to myself when I pulled them out of the hamper in our bedroom. They were still wet and slimy with a combination of my wife's vaginal juices and my own sperm - the result of me asking her to leave her panties on when we went to bed late last night. Of course, that was my way of telling her I wanted to make love to her with her panties on, and knowing quite well about my panty fetish and always willing to let me have my fun, she left her panties on and we had a wild night of sucking and fucking while she wore her panties.
I looked in all the other piles of sorted clothes and couldn't find Beth's panties anywhere, so as a last ditch effort to find them, I traced my steps up the stairs and into our master bedroom hoping to find them lying on the floor somewhere along my path. But, to my dismay, I couldn't find them. What I did find, though, was my son's door closed, and as I put my ear against his door, I could hear the subtle, and obvious, 'Slap Slap Slap' sounds - the sounds of my son masturbating.
Now, at this point I have to admit that living with my mom and my sister afforded me the opportunity to snatch their panties and enjoy them in various ways while I masturbated. I don't have any doubts that swiping their panties played a significant role in my life long panty fetish, so, as I stood outside my son's room, it wasn't hard for me to theorize he was probably doing the exact same thing with his mother's panties.
Was I mad? Hell no!
In fact, if anything, it kind of amused me to think he might be holding his mother's panties up to his nose and smelling her pussy smell - doing the same thing I did when I was his age. And okay, maybe not all guys get off on sniffing their mom's or their sister's panties, but I sure wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. I smiled to myself as I crept away from his door, deciding to simply let him have his jollies and let it go at that.
But, I did want to get Beth's lingerie washed before she got home, so after puttering around in the kitchen for a few minutes, I figured I better find a way to get his mother's panties back so they could be washed.
"Charles, I'm running out to the hardware store to get the parts to fix the gate in the back yard." I yelled up the stairs to my son. "If you have anything you want to throw into the washer, do it now because as soon as I get back, I want to start a load of your mom's delicates."
I waited a few seconds for him to reply, but, when I didn't hear one, I shrugged my shoulders, put on my sun glasses and got in the car and left. I was gone for about an hour, and when I got back, I found Beth's worn panties had mysteriously reappeared - stuffed down into the middle of the pile of Beth's delicates.
"At least," I jokingly said to myself, "he had the common sense to put them back in the right pile."
I didn't say anything to Charles, or to Beth, when she got home from work about the missing panty incident. But, all through the day, I couldn't get the thought of our son sniffing his mother's panties out of my mind. When Beth and I finally got into bed that night, I was so worked up thinking about our son jerking himself while he played with his mother's panties, I couldn't keep my hands off her. Beth took full advantage of my overly excited state, riding me frontwards and backwards until she exhausted herself after having several strong orgasms.
The next unexpected thing that happened occurred on Wednesday, just four days later. Beth would normally have gone to work that day, but, because she was asked to work on Saturday, she had the day off. That morning, she got up with me and fixed me a nice breakfast before I went to work and then made the decision to go out and do some weeding in the flower bed in the front yard.
Apparently, Charles must have forgotten his mother was going to be home that day, and around nine o'clock that morning, Beth took a break from her flower bed and came inside the house to see if he was up yet. Seeing that his bedroom door was open, she poked her head around the door frame and was going to ask him if he was ready for breakfast. What she saw, though, made her immediately freeze.
The way Beth explained it to me, our son was on his back, lying on his bed with the sheets kicked all the way off. He was completely naked, his eyes were closed and he was methodically working his cock up and down with slow and deliberate strokes. There was a bottle of lubricant on the bed next to him, and each time his hand slid up and down his shaft, it created a sound that hypnotized my wife into standing there and watching him.
Beth had to stop and take a breath as she described to me what she had seen, and, the initial impression I got as she started to tell me her story was that she was totally captivated by what she saw. She was unable to move, even though she knew she should have probably left our son alone to enjoy him self. But, she couldn't. Something down inside her made her stay and watch.
She had a sparkle in her eye, and she was pulling me close to her and whispering up at me as she related the full details of what she witnessed. Beth blushed when I asked her how long she watched him, telling me it was probably three or four minutes before he opened his eyes and saw her out of the corner of his eye.
