"Honey, that's enough yard work for today," I called to my husband. He'd been working out there for hours. "Come inside, it's time for your Father's Day present."
My husband stood up and brushed himself off. His salt and pepper hair shone in the harsh summer sun. He scratched his beard, and I knew then he felt like I was nagging him now. "Okay, I'll be inside once put all this stuff away. Two minutes, babe, I swear."
I shut the back door and went to our bedroom. Everything was in place. Now all we needed was for Trevor to join us. Eventually, he came inside and after getting himself a glass of water, called out. "Allison?"
"In the bedroom, sweetie," I replied. God, I hoped this worked.
Trevor opened the door and just stopped dead, his mouth open in surprise, or perhaps horror. "What...what's all this?"
"Like I said, it's your Father's Day present, honey." I replied as casually as I could. I was so freaking nervous.
"And... Simon?" He pointed to our 18 year old son, who was standing a few feet behind me, completely naked with a bright blue bow tied around his uncircumcised penis. As tempted as I was to tie it on myself, Simon applied the bow to his cock. I didn't want to spoil Trevor's present by using it all up on myself.
"It's what you've always wanted, sweetie. I've seen the way you've been looking at him lately. And all that time on your laptop, I know you've been searching for 'daddy/son incest'". I shrugged. "So to thank you for being the best husband ever, I took some hypnosis classes and, well, here we are. Happy Father's Day!"
"You're fucking... you're not serious are you, Allison?"
"One hundred percent. I hypnotised our son because I knew you wanted to fuck him. And now here he is, at your command."
I was expecting a lot more questions, but he only asked the one. "So if I start...doing things with him... he'll be into it? Instead of just standing there like a zombie?"
I nodded. "Of course, baby."
"Well...okay then. Let's see how this goes then. Um... thanks, honey. Really, if this isn't a trick, thank you." Trevor didn't move. He just stared at me, like he was waiting for me to leave.
"Oh, you don't think I'm going anywhere, do you?" I failed to hide the surprise in my voice.
"I just kinda thought that..."
"Honey, I wasn't going to spend all that money on classes and spend all this time hypnotising our son and not watch the fruits of my labour! Oh no, baby, I'm staying right here and I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of the show you boys will put on for me."
For the first time since he stepped back into the house, my husband smiled. Grinned, actually. "Now that sounds like the dirty girl I married! Okay, get comfortable, baby. I'm about to dive right in."
"Good boy." I stepped out of the way and stood leaning against our wardrobe doors as I watched my husband step closer to our son, stopping mere inches from his face, then kissed him on the lips.
Trevor started off a bit hesitant, like he was scared Simon would wake up screaming or something. It wasn't very sexy, I must confess. He pecked our son once on the lips, then immediately broke it off and pulled back. Simon just stared blankly ahead.
"Okay..." Trevor was wary, but still determined. He leaned in again for another kiss. He pressed his lips to Simon's, then let them linger there. He closed his eyes, put his hands on our son's naked hips and kissed him harder. Trevor moaned, relishing the taboo feeling of kissing his only child right on the mouth. Simon started kissing him back, opening his mouth to let his dad's tongue inside. Simon's cock started getting hard, bouncing up and down as it got progressively more erect, the bow getting tighter around the base of his shaft. Trevor responded to Simon's open mouth by sliding his tongue into his son's mouth and grabbing his hips tighter, pulling Simon's body tight and close to his. Simon grunted and put his arms around his dad's body. The two gorgeous men in my life started making out in my bedroom, my wonderful husband finally getting his chance to fuck our beautiful boy. I was transfixed, amazed by what I was seeing; what I had made happen.
The guys continued to make out for a few minutes, and while I enjoyed watching it, I was kind of getting impatient for more action. Just as I was about to command Simon to do something, Trevor pulled his head away from Simon's, breaking their kiss. Either he could tell I was getting keen for more, or we're just that in sync after 25 years of marriage. He caught his breath for a second, then whispered, "Now suck Daddy's cock, baby."
Simon complied and immediately dropped to his knees. He unbuckled Trevor's belt and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down. Our son then pulled his father's boxers down and grabbed his daddy's hard, thick, circumcised cock. Trevor kicked the pile of clothes away absentmindedly while staring down at Simon with a lust I'd not seen in years. I felt a red hot pang of jealousy watching someone else playing with my husband's dick, but that passed when I reminded myself that I'd made this happen, and that holy shit did I want to see this ever since I saw the gay incest porn on Trevor's laptop. So I let the jealousy go, and embraced the scene before me.
Simon stroked his father's cock a few times and before he opened his mouth, then swallowed his dad's cock hungrily. Trevor shuddered and moaned his son's name. He stared down at Simon and stroked his golden hair lovingly while he sucked his cock. "Fuck, you do that so good, baby," Trevor grunted while Simon licked the hard, hot tip of his dad's penis. Simon moaned in response, then slid down Trevor's long shaft and back up again in one fluid motion. He kept this up for a fair while, sliding his soft, young lips up and down his father's beautiful cock without stopping.
I couldn't help it; I was enjoying the show so much. While I watched my son fellate my husband, I hiked up my dress and slid a hand down my pants and started masturbating. God, I was already so wet. I rubbed my clit slowly at first, but I was too damn turned on, I soon started rubbing myself faster and faster. I gazed at the incredible father-and-son scene happening right before my eyes and in less than a minute, I'd brought myself to orgasm. I bit my bottom lip to stop from moaning and distracting the men. But fuck, I wanted to moan and wail with pleasure. My body convulsed and my knees buckled as I came. I slid down the wardrobe door, and ended up sitting on the carpet with my legs sprawled in front of me while I recovered from my intense orgasm.
"Okay, that's enough now, baby," Trevor said a few minutes into his blow job. "Now Daddy wants a taste." He helped Simon to his feet and then got down onto his knees and gazed at our son's hard, dripping wet, uncut cock. Simon's body was skinny, his torso was mostly hairless, apart from his tantalising treasure trail. Our boy kept his pubic region completely shaved, in stark contrast to Trevor, who has never cut any hair below his chin.
My husband sucked on our son's balls and licked his scrotum, holding Simon's cock up while he did so. He did that for a minute or so, then progressed to licking slowly up Simon's shaft, then sucked at his foreskin. He gingerly pulled the foreskin back and started licking Simon's newly exposed purple head. Simon groaned, shuddering intensely with each flick of my husband's tongue. Trevor jerked Simon's shaft while he teased Simon's sensitive cockhead.
Trevor started mimicking Simon's earlier cocksucking method of sliding his mouth up and down the shaft. Of course, I started masturbating again from my new spot, sprawled on the floor. I rubbed myself hard and fast watching my husband deepthroating our son. When I saw Trevor's hand reach around and slide down Simon's butt crack and work his index finger in and out of Simon's virgin ass, I came again, even harder than before. Despite biting my lip again, I couldn't stifle my moans as waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body. The room span for a few moments while I waited for the orgasm to subside.
When I could focus my eyes again properly, Simon was getting on his hands and knees, ready for doggy style. I really, really didn't want to interrupt but I knew I had to for Simon's sake.
"Trevor, baby?" He looked at me as though I'd woken him from a dream. They really had forgotten I was there. "I know how eager you are, but he'll need lube. Don't forget you have some in your bedside."
"Shit, you're right. Thanks, honey." He went over to get it. "I hope you're enjoying the show, by the way. It certainly looks like it." Trevor opened the lube bottle and poured some onto his dick, then rubbed it in by jacking his cock a few times. Then he squirted a little bit down Simon's buttcrack and slid his fingers in and out of his asshole a few times. It was surprising just how easily he did that. "That should do it," he said. And with that, my husband lined his cock up with our son's virgin asshole and slid it in slowly but surely. Simon moaned and groaned while his father's hard, thick cock filled his most private orifice.
Trevor started sliding his cock back out and Simon's ass chased it. He slid back towards his dad's body, eager to feel the full length of my husband's dick inside him again. Trevor caressed our son's ass, then held onto it as he started fucking him. He started off slowly for about ten seconds or so, then the time between thrusts in and thrusts out kept diminishing, and very shortly Trevor was pumping his dick into our son as fast as he could, his balls slapping into Simon's.
"That's my boy," he groaned. "You're the best son ever," he grunted between breaths. "God, baby, you're so fucking sexy and goddamn your ass feels so tight!" He spanked Simon's ass and laughed. "Fuck, Daddy loves you, baby."
Simon, still in his trance, moaned with mindless pleasure while my husband fucked his ass hard and fast. Simon's hard, wet cock bounced rhythmically in time with his dad's pounding. I squeezed my breast over my dress in one hand while I resumed masturbating. At this point, I decided to actually take off my underwear instead of rubbing myself underneath it. I wriggled my ass and worked my underwear down my legs and off my feet. It would've been quite a sight: my son on the floor of the bedroom, bent over on his hands and knees, getting assfucked by his Daddy while his mother sat spread eagled on the carpet, rubbing her clit furiously at the show.
Trevor fucked away at Simon's tight, muscular ass for a few more minutes. I was transfixed. I lost count of how many more times I came watching them. I knew I liked watching two men go at it, but seeing it in real life, and the fact it was my husband fucking our son, took it to another level entirely. I'd never been so turned on. I was so wet, I was sitting in a damp puddle. I watched as Trevor's breathing intensified, growing faster and louder, grunting involuntarily as he fucked our boy, getting closer and closer to cumming.
