Family Fantasy Alternate Reality

*** This short story is an alternate reality of Family Fantasy - The Beginning, where Mac and Wendy have a SON instead of a daughter. Not sure yet if this version of their story will continue into a series like the original Family Fantasy. Leave a comment and let me know if you'd like to see what happens with Ethan. ***

Mac peeled open his heavy eyelids, panting like he had just run a marathon. His mind felt emptied of thought as he blinked himself back to awareness. Looking down, he took in the sight of the puddles of cum splattered across his wife's desk, his cock still hard and throbbing in his hand.

"Shit," he muttered. He needed to clean that up before Wendy got home. Glancing up at his wife's computer screen, he took a deep breath to settle himself, because what the fuck even was that.

Apparently, Wendy had a depravity to her that Mac had never known in their 20 years of marriage. He clicked the mouse on her desktop and scrolled back up to the top of the story he just finished reading. A story about a father giving in to the lustful urges that consumed him until the only thing he could do was fuck himself into the tight hole of his freshly 18-year-old son. It was the hottest thing Mac had read. And that was saying something, given his browser history. He was open to all manner of sexual orientations, and a man being with a man wasn't anything taboo. But for a father to fuck his own son? And for Wendy to read something like that... why would she?

The way that man took his son's virginity like he was the only man worthy of the cause, coaching his son through sucking his first cock, being overcome with the primal urge to breed him... It was more than Mac could process at that moment. And the son in the story? He wanted it. He begged for his daddy to fill him up. Just the thought of it sent a shiver through Mac.

Looking back down at himself, Mac realized he needed to cool off if he had any hope of getting his cock back in his pants and cleaning up before Wendy got home from the store, which would be any minute.

Suddenly the front door slammed.

"Hey Dad!"

"Oh fuck," Mac exhaled, scrambling to pull himself together before his son Ethan made it up the stairs.

Standing up in a rush, Mac hastened to tuck his shirt and his dick back into his pants and frantically searched around for something to wipe up the desk. He eyed the hoodie hanging on the back of his wife's desk chair and quickly swiped up the proof of his deviancy before balling it up and throwing it under the desk. He'd come back for it later and put it in the laundry before he went to bed.

"Hey son," Mac called out. "I thought you were going over to Alexander's house tonight."

"Yeah, I am. I just came by to pick up my sweatshirt and my toothbrush." Ethan bounded up the steps and into Wendy's office just as Mac was about to step out.

"Oh hey there, what are you doing coming into your mom's office? Do you need something?" Mac started shifting nervously, for some reason feeling like he had been caught with his pants down, even though he knew he had rid himself and the room of any evidence.

"It's cool, Dad. I left my sweatshirt in here this morning when I came to print something off Mom's computer. It should be..." Ethan trailed off in thought as he looked around the room. "Huh. I thought I left my hoodie on the back of Mom's chair. Have you seen it?"

The blood drained from Mac's face.

"Um, no bud, I sure haven't. But I'm sure it will turn up."

Ethan glanced around the room and shrugged. "You're probably right, Dad. Okay, I'll just grab another one from my room."

Ethan stepped out into the hall and Mac went right behind him, averting his eyes. He felt like he would combust if he stayed in that room one more minute. His son disappeared into his room and Mac started down the stairs just as the front door opened again.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wendy jokingly shouted as she walked in with the groceries. Mac scowled at his wife's jovial tone and marched down the remaining stairs to greet her. How could she sound so happy and carefree when Mac felt like he was experiencing some sort of psychological crisis?

They were going to talk. Now.

___

Wendy was buzzing with energy as she swept through the front door. Her son, Ethan, was going to spend the night with his friend and that meant a night for Mac and Wendy to enjoy to themselves.

Even though he was 18 and technically an adult now, Ethan was still living at home, and that often cramped Wendy's need for alone time with her husband. There was only so much spicey stuff on the internet to tide her over between sex sessions with Mac. She cringed at the phrasing in her head, but that's honestly what they felt like now - obligatory sex sessions.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mac enter the kitchen just as she was setting the groceries on the counter.

"Hey babe, I got all of your favorites for dinner tonight. Would you like me to --" Wendy smiled up at her husband, but startled at the look on his face.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong?"

Mac just stood there, several feet away from her and seething. She didn't know what to do, but if their years of marriage taught her anything, it was to wait for him to gather his thoughts and speak. Before he could utter a word, Ethan came flying down the stairs, his slight body carrying him faster than his feet could take him. He paused briefly to kiss his dad on the cheek, a habit he had yet to let go of as he grew into a young man, and then ran over to his mom and did the same.

"Bye, Mom! Bye Dad! I'm heading off to Alexander's for the night. Don't expect me to be home until late tomorrow morning. Have fun, you two!" Then, with two steps and a door slam later, he was gone.

And with that exit, Wendy couldn't hold in her questions anymore.

"Can you tell me why you look --" Wendy started, at the same time that Mac finally spoke with his question "Do you want to tell me why --"...

Wendy sighed and shook her head. "Please, Mac, you go first."

Mac seemed rooted to the spot, like an oak tree incapable of compromising to the whims of the wind. His expression hadn't changed a fraction since he walked in, meaning he still looked madder than a hornet about something. Wendy wouldn't have to wait long to find out why.

Mac tried again. "Do you want to tell me why you have fucking" - Mac started sputtering - "taboo, incest, gay porn stories on your fucking computer?"

Wendy froze. That was not at all what she thought her husband was about to say to her. Hadn't she closed out of the website before she left to get groceries? Her brain had been a bit fried after a hot solo session with her favorite wave vibe that she kept in her desk drawer. Guy-on-guy porn always got her so hot, with incest - or gaycest - being hot enough to get her off in under 5 minutes. Perfect for an afternoon quickie.

Wendy grasped for the words, any words, to say to Mac, but as she prepared to speak, she realized that she didn't actually care what Mac thought. Maybe her husband should know about some of her taboo fantasies. Who knows, it could pepper some spice back onto their pretty mild sex life.

"I mean... I guess I am sort of glad you stumbled upon it. Now I can be more open with you when it comes to what I want in our married sex life."

"What you want?? That story I read was about a man fucking his son. Are you telling me, Wendy, that's what you want? You want me to fuck our son? You want me to claim Ethan's virginity like it's rightfully mine as his father and fill him with my cum?"

She gaped at him. Well, shit. No, that's not what she had meant. She had meant more that she got hot just from the scandalous nature of some hypothetical taboo. But holy fuck. The shivers that ran through her as she repeated Mac's words in her head... The image came to her unbidden. Mac, his naked chest pressed against Ethan's, with one fist in his hair and the other kneading his plump ass, their weeping cocks pressed together.

Wendy's pussy gushed.

They were both breathing hard, and as Wendy lifted her head to Mac, a rightness settled over her, and an unmistakable sexual tension filled the kitchen.

"Is that what you want, Mac?"

Mac's eyes grew large. "What?" he whispered.

"You heard me. Is that what you want? I'll be honest and tell you that it wasn't what I meant. But when I think about it, the wrongness of it all, fuck, it's so hot, baby."

"Wendy," Mac breathed. "You can't be serious."

"Honey, something needs to reignite the burn we had when we were younger. Don't you remember all the dirty twisted shit we used to do when we first met? When we were 18, we felt so alive. Fucking with our parents in the next room, not caring if we got caught. Blowing you in the drive-thru. Letting me suck Jerry's dick while you fucked me in the locker room."

Mac stood there with an unreadable expression on his face, so Wendy pressed on.

"Have I thought of your cock entering our son? No. But the idea of something so twisted, so taboo." Wendy's eyes rolled back, and a shiver tore through her as she felt her nipples harden.

"Just the thought of it," Wendy whispered. "Don't you feel something stirring in you just thinking about something so... naughty? Tell me, baby. Tell me I'm not alone in this. It doesn't have to be real. We can just... talk about it and what it would be like. What it would feel like. We can do that, can't we?"

Mac looked as if he were vibrating, his eyes pleading with Wendy not to make him cross this line. But Wendy was dripping, overcome with lust, and she needed the sweet embrace of relief. She would do anything to convince her husband in this moment. Anything to get him to touch her.

Slowly, Wendy took small steps in his direction, moving to close the distance between them in hopes that by touching him, she could make him see this is what they needed.

Reaching him, Wendy lightly grazed her nails across his chest, watching as goosebumps appeared down his arms. Concentrating her touch on his pecs, his nipples, Wendy leaned up and whispered towards his ear. "Imagine it. You are shutting down the house for the night, and I've long since gone to bed. You're just about to head to our room when you hear the stairs creak. Ethan is coming downstairs to get a drink of water. He didn't think anyone would be awake, so he pauses when he sees you. He's not wearing a shirt, and the muscles of his lithe tone body glow under the moonlight. You've seen him in his boxers before, but this time you notice the slight bulge. The longer you stare, the larger it grows. Can you see it, my love?" As Wendy said those last words, one hand drifted down and pressed against the unmistakable hardness in her husband's pants.

The last straw holding Mac's sanity snapped.

___

What the fuck is happening, Mac thought? Could he do this? Could he give in to these lustful thoughts that Wendy was calling forward? He would never act on them, but giving them power, that scared the shit out of him. It scared him because what if he couldn't come back from this? Once he spoke these thoughts out loud, everything would change.

But the pull he felt toward Wendy in that moment, the raw lust thumping through his veins and engorging his cock. He was helpless to stop it. He still wasn't sure what had driven her interest in these father-son fantasies, but he knew he needed relief as much as his wife. And they needed it now.

"I can see it," Mac said. His voice came out a near growl. "God, it looks look fucking magnificent, straining like it wants to greet me. Our son is so perfect. He turns to the side, and I get a glimpse of the curve of his ass. Rounded cheeks, large enough to grab onto but small enough to fill my hand and my mouth."

Wendy groaned. "Yess..."

Mac was in this now, continuing where his wife left off. "He pauses on the stairs, looking at me, but he doesn't turn away even though I'm burning him with my stare. He just looks at me, and his breathing starts getting heavier, his nipples hardening. He looks down at my crotch, panting, and I know at that moment what he needs."

"Yes. Ethan is a good boy. And a good boy needs his father to show him how to be loved. He was waiting for you to finally see him as a man so he could have something to offer you. His... Oh God, his daddy. You'll be his daddy, won't you Mac?"

"Fuuuuuuck." Mac became overwhelmed with the need to be skin-to-skin, to be touched. His cock, at the very least, was straining in his jeans to get out. He took a step back from his wife, his breathing labored with the effort of his restraint.

"On your knees," he demanded, surprised at the request that came out of his mouth. "Need you."

Wendy complied, lowering herself down to one knee, then the other, bringing her eyes and mouth level with her husband's groin. Immediately her gaze was drawn to the stiff outline of his cock pulsing in his jeans. He placed two fingers under her chin, drawing her eyes up to meet his own heated gaze.

It had been years since Mac had felt the cozy snugness of a warm, wet mouth on his cock. Maybe his wife was right. Maybe they needed this push to get them back to that burning sexual connection they'd had long ago.

Mac's hands tightened his fingers under her chin, just shy of the point of bruising, as he worked to maintain his control instead of dragging his wife by her hair until she filled her mouth with him. "Take it out, Wendy. Take it out and put it in your mouth."

Mac's eyelids began drooping just as delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, a warm breath whispering against the head. "This isn't Wendy's mouth, Daddy. It's Ethan's. Show me what you would do to Ethan's mouth. Show me how you would prepare him to take your full load into his mouth for the first time."

"Yeesss." Mac exhaled, he could do that. Mac realized deep in his soul that, more than anything, he wanted it to be true. He had just refused until this moment to give a voice to it. But now, in the safety of this fantasy with Wendy, he could let this be real. Real enough to give him a memory to keep him warm once things with his wife went back to normal. So with that, Mac closed his eyes and let go.

"Okay Ethan, Daddy is going to show you how to take care of his cock. Whenever Daddy wants your mouth, you're to get on your knees with your mouth open like a good boy and wait for me to feed you my cock. Daddy is going to take care of you now. Open wide and shield your teeth."

His boy did as he instructed and Mac stepped forward, letting his cock brush against the side of his son's face. Ethan turned his head and attempted to lick his cock, but Mac reached out and grabbed his son by the hair, stopping him.

"What did I say, Ethan? I said you would wait for Daddy to feed you his cock. If I want to play with it first, I damn sure will and you will sit there and wait. Now be a good boy and face forward."

"I'm sorry Daddy," Ethan mumbled as his dad continued to brush the tip of his cock over Ethan's cheeks and nose.

"That's okay, baby. That's the first time a cock has been in your face, huh? I'm sure you got excited. But if you want to be a good boy at sucking cock, you'll wait and let me show you what I need."

Mac brought his cockhead down to Ethan's mouth and began swirling it around the outside of his lips. He was teasing both of them and the thought of finally being in his son's mouth was getting him excited. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock and Mac knew exactly where it belonged as he brushed it across his son's full bottom lip. He looked so beautiful with that gloss adorning his mouth.

"Fuck, son. Your mouth is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Even prettier than your mother." His son let out a small moan and Mac couldn't wait another moment to be inside his son.

"Alright, Daddy is going to put it in now. Stick out your tongue and keep your mouth open. I'll tell you when it's time to suck."

Guiding his throbbing, thick cock into Ethan's mouth, Mac hissed when the underside of his cockhead was met with his son's velvety soft tongue. He settled into this sweet moment of introducing his cock to his son and let himself thrust deeper, keeping his movements nice and slow.

"That's it, son. That's it. God, you feel nice."

Ethan started squirming, clearly enjoying this tortuous bliss right along with Mac. After a few more thrusts, he was ready to see what his son could do.

"Okay baby boy, close those lips around me and start sucking. Use your tongue and your hands if you need help reaching all of me."

As if all he was waiting for was permission, Ethan unleashed himself.

"Oh shit!" Mac's eyes blew wide at the first suck from his son. Ethan pulled back his lips tight and began bobbing hard and fast on his father's cock, slurping and sucking with every upward pass.

"You act like you've sucked a cock before, boy. Damn, you're a goddamn natural. Or is it just that you love your Daddy's cock?"

Ethan popped his head off and used his hands to keep pumping his father while he caught his breath. "Yes, Daddy. I love your cock, only your cock."

He whined and moaned like a wanton whore. Was this really his little boy, caught up in the primal urge to be stuffed and bred by his father? God, Mac hoped and prayed for that to be true.

As he gazed down at the boy below him, his face seemed to flash and change in front of Mac's eyes, shifting back and forth between Ethan and Wendy from one blink to the next. He shook his head to focus until it settled into Ethan. His Ethan. Because he wasn't done with him yet.

The second Ethan dove back down, sucking in half of his father, Mac grabbed his head and began thrusting almost madly, chasing the delightful sensation of a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. On the last thrust, he went deeper and felt the tip begin to slide down the back of his son's throat, causing Ethan to gag violently.

The suction of Ethan's throat caused his balls to tighten suddenly, and Mac popped his dick out, strings of drool and pre-cum connecting them. Only one thought was making its way through Mac's brain... the first load he had for his son was not going to be wasted in his mouth.

"Get up now, baby. Bend over the counter and stick out your ass. Daddy needs to prep you to take him."

"Yes, Daddy. I want that so much, to be taken by you." Ethan was panting as he stood on wobbly legs. Mac eased his arm around his son's hips, taking his weight and guiding him to the edge of the kitchen counter. Mac then began stripping off their clothes and propped Ethan's hands where he wanted them.

Mac closed his eyes briefly while he caught his breath, and in that moment, he could hear his wife whispering as if she were right next to him, guiding him toward their final joining.

"Your son wants you, Mac. Ethan wants his Daddy. He needs you to make him into a man, like you. Show him what it means to be fucked by Mac, his father. Fuck him with the cock that made him."

Each syllable was like a soft purr. Each word was a caress that made everything about this moment seem impossibly right. He rubbed his chest and settled into this next moment with his son.

As soon as Ethan braced himself, Mac moved behind his son and spread open his warm, plump cheeks, his puckered hole tight and untouched. He didn't want to break the moment by stepping away to hunt for some lube, but he also wasn't about to damage his son by preparing to take him raw.

Reaching over his son, he picked up the bottle of olive oil and poured a generous amount down the cleft of his son's cheeks and onto his stiff cock. After pumping himself a few times to rub in the oil, Mac began to prepare Ethan.

"Okay, buddy. Relax and breathe deep for me. I need to stretch you out to get you ready for Daddy's big cock."

He swirled the pad of his finger around the rim of Ethan's asshole before breaching and pushing in knuckle deep. He thrust four times until his entire finger was swallowed up, and when he next pulled out, he added a second finger. Then a third, working his son up to be able to take his thick 9 inches. Tearing into him and showing him the power of his father's love.