A husband convinces his wife and son to have sex during his absence, but dad still makes the rules.
All characters in this story are at least eighteen.
Danny Does Mom
Danny's father, Bud, would be leaving for a three-month assignment in a few days. It had happened before. He worked construction and had to go where the work was. After his last trip he had sworn he wasn't going anymore. Yet here he was packing.
The last time his father had gone, Danny's mother, Joanne, had an affair. When his dad found out it nearly destroyed their marriage. That's why no more trips. His parents had somehow worked things out between them and after about a month, all seemed to be normal.
His mom and dad screwed a lot. Not openly, but they made no secret about why they went to their room together so often. Mom wasn't quiet either. Danny sometimes left the house to get away from her moans and very vocal orgasms. Besides being annoying, it also sexually frustrated him. At eighteen, he'd only had one girlfriend and she drew the line at breast touching. Danny serviced himself a lot.
Dad was a big burly guy but with an even bigger soft side. The 'gentle giant' was what his sister called him. Mom was tiny compared to him. She stood five-two and maybe a hundred-twenty pounds. She was a good-looking woman and had a great body. Danny had fantasized about her many times. In fact, more often than he fantasized about anyone else.
Danny was no dummy. He did well in school and after graduating this coming spring would be off to college with a full ride academic scholarship. He knew what incest was and that it was illegal. Yet, at eighteen, with a near full-time erection, he would have fucked his mother in a heartbeat.
He was sitting in his room reading Literotica. Mother-son stories were his favorites, but if there was sex in the story, he'd read it. There was a soft knock on his door. It was obviously his mother. His dad banged hard and just once. He often caused something to fall off the wall.
"Come in, mom."
"Sweetie, your father wants to talk to you. He's in the living room."
"Okay, mom. I'll be right there."
She turned and left the room. Danny shut down his computer and went to the living room. His father sat in his recliner. That was dad's chair. No one ever sat in it but him.
"You wanted to talk to me, sir?"
Danny always called him sir. It wasn't because he had to. It was simply a show of respect.
"Sit on the couch."
Danny sat as his father had instructed. His father sat looking at him but didn't speak for a couple of minutes.
"Last year I went on an away job. Your mom and I had some problems when I got back. You're aware of that, I assume."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you aware of what triggered the problems?"
"No, sir," Danny replied. He was, but only from what he had overheard between them. His parents had never discussed it with him.
"I'm going to be very open with you Danny. Your mom had a boyfriend while I was away."
"Oh."
"I swore I wasn't leaving again, but if I don't go this time my boss told me I can find another job. I've got a year 'til I can retire and tell him to fuck off and die. While I'm gone, I'm going to need your help."
"Yes, sir. Any way I can."
"I need you to make sure your mom doesn't go out and stray on me again. I've already told her that if she does, I'll divorce her."
"Dad, how am I possibly gonna to do that?"
"Danny, your mom is a very sexual woman. I think she's probably a sex addict, but I'm not a doctor. She needs it every day. She wants it damn near all day."
"But dad..."
"Hear me out. I can't be here to give her that. I won't stay married to her if she goes out and cheats again. She and I talked this over for a long time. I want you to give her what she needs."
"Dad...dad, I've never done that. I've never even..."
"You're a virgin?"
"Uh, yes, sir."
"That's even better. She'll teach you what she needs and how to give her that."
"But dad..."
"Danny, it's the only way to keep this family together. It sure as hell isn't ideal, but it's the only way your mom and me could come up with that's acceptable to both of us."
"Isn't it illegal?"
"You've never driven faster than the speed limit? Jay walked? Cut school? Those are illegal too. Nobody but you, your mom, and me will ever know about this. I need your word son. Will you do as I ask to keep our family together?"
Danny paused. He would love this but didn't want to appear overly eager. "Dad, I'll give mom what she needs to help the family."
His father smiled. "I knew you'd be there for us when we needed you," his father said, smiling.
Danny was thinking rapid-fire to himself. 'When can I fuck mom? Today? Can I fuck her pussy and mouth? How often can I fuck her? Is it whenever I want? Will she swallow my cum?' There were a hundred questions but none he dared ask.
"I'm leaving day after tomorrow. You take over once I leave."
"Sir, is mom okay with this?"
"Joanne, come in the living room for a minute," his father called. Danny's mother walked in a moment later and sat about a foot away from her son. "I talked to Danny about what you and I need him to do while I'm away. He's agreed to give you whatever you need."
She nodded and looked at her son. "It has to be our secret. We could both be arrested for it."
"I know, mom. If it'll help keep the family together, I'll be there for you," he replied. He was thinking, 'Mom, I'll fuck your brains out and gladly go to jail for it. Just give me half a chance.'
"Joanne, he has no experience, so you're going to have to teach him."
Danny thought he saw just a hint of a suppressed smile before it vanished.
"I don't mind," she replied.
"Good, it's all settled. Anyone have any questions?"
"When does it start?" his mother asked.
"As soon as I leave, the day after tomorrow," Bud replied. "Anything else?" No one spoke. "Good, I need a beer."
He stood and left the room. Danny heard the refrigerator door open then close, followed by the sound of a beer can opening. Danny had a raging erection and didn't want to stand with his mother sitting there. It would be obvious to her.
"You're okay with this arrangement?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry we've put you in this position. I love your father dearly and don't want to lose him. We both felt you would be a safe solution."
"Mom, it's okay. Being a man means stepping up when you're needed."
"I'll do my best to try and minimize how awkward this'll be," she told her son.
"I know you will. I love you, mom."
She stood and motioned for him to stand. Once up, she put her arms around him for a hug. She had to have felt his erection hitting her at about bellybutton level but made no move to pull away. She walked to the kitchen. The refrigerator opened and closed again. This time there was the distinct sound of three beers opening. She walked back to her son who was still standing where she left him and offered him a beer.
"I think we both need these," she said, chugging much of hers.
*****
For Danny, the next day and a half were living hell. His cock had a perpetual raging boner. He couldn't think of anything but fucking his mom. He couldn't concentrate well enough to read even the shortest stories on Literotica. His dick was beginning to get sore from the right-handed abuse he was subjecting it to. Danny avoided his mother. Just seeing her made things worse. He even tried avoiding the evening family meal. His parents insisted that the family have dinner together. Sitting quietly, picking at his food, he could feel his parent's eyes on him.
"Having second thoughts?" his father asked.
"No, sir. Just nervous, I guess."
"Nothing to be nervous about. Your mom will walk you through everything. Won't you, honey."
"Of course, sweetheart."
"See, you've got nothing to worry about."
"Honey, what time are you leaving tomorrow," his wife asked.
"They're picking me up at five. The plane leaves at seven."
"I'll get up and fix your breakfast," she said.
"No need. They're serving breakfast on the plane."
Danny's mind was going wild. 'Oh mom, please wake me up with a blowjob,' he thought. That was one of his biggest fantasies. His cock was harder and more ready than he could ever remember.
Danny jacked off for about the fifth time that day at about eight pm. He heard the first of his mother's moans shortly after. His cock, once again, went into overdrive. He tried covering his ears, putting on headphones, putting a pillow over his head, and finally his earbuds with music loud enough to deafen him. It didn't help. He was hearing the moans in his mind. He finally surrendered and went outside. Danny heard his mother's final orgasmic scream even out there. There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight. His cock was throbbing.
When he felt it was safe, Danny went back inside. The house was quiet and dark. He opened the cabinet above the refrigerator and felt for the square bottle. That was his father's Jack Daniels. He had seen him, when stressed, pour two fingers in a small glass and down it. He always made a face as if he'd bitten into a rancid lemon. Danny liked lemons but had never tasted the Jack. He'd had a few wine coolers and an occasional beer, but he and Jack were strangers.
Danny grabbed a glass and poured two fingers, just as his dad had done. He put the cap back on the bottle and replaced it. Without hesitation, he poured the entire contents of the glass down his throat. That was when the fire started. He felt the flames in the back of his mouth and then move like a blowtorch down the center of his chest into his stomach. His airway closed immediately to prevent the flames from entering his lungs. Danny's eyes were wide, and tears flowed from them. 'Water!' his mind screamed. 'Water!' He put the glass under the tap and filled it. Even the cold water didn't subdue the fire. He moved closer and drank directly from the faucet, and soon the flames seemed to abate. Not gone, by any stretch of the imagination, but better. At least he could breathe again.
Danny stood over the sink, holding on with both hands as the flames, now just embers, faded. That's when he realized his erection had subsided. He felt himself to make sure Jack hadn't burned off his cock. He was relieved when he found it intact.
He rinsed the glass and put it in the dishwasher, then went to his room. Laying on the bed, he considered what he had done and why. Nerves? Better. Erection? Gone. But at what cost? At least it hadn't killed him. Danny fell asleep a few minutes later.
*****
His clock said 8:22 when he woke. He could still taste the Jack. His erection was tenting his briefs and throbbing. 'Dad's gone. Today is the day,' he thought. His already hard cock seemed to turn to stone. He went to his toilet to pee but had to lean down toward it. His cock wasn't cooperating with his attempt to aim it. Leaning farther over the toilet, he had it pointing almost straight down before he dared let loose. It worked. His bladder emptied but the morning wood was relentless. He flushed then brushed his teeth and gargled. He had just left the bathroom when he heard his mother's soft knock on the door.
