It took a while but my wife wasn't too happy about it, on me writing the story "How well do I know my family?". As this is the sequel to, it is certainly helpful, but not necessary, to read the first part.
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Here I am lying in our marriage bed with my wife's moaning in my ear, echoing throughout our house. The sound of their bodies colliding was now crystal clear. Her moans became more and more audible. Our son, Steve, has to fuck his mother, Sarah, really hard by now. What did I do about it? Nothing, I got horny and started stroking my cock. I started to remember what had happened in the last few months. My wife found porn on our son's computer, but instead of confronting him, she watched his hardcore porn secretly. I haven't seen them yet, but it must be about submissive girls being used as fuck toys. She was so turned on by his porn because some of the girl were look alikes of her. So that she decided to test our son's reaction to her feminine charms and to show him a bit more of herself. When I caught him looking at his mother's breasts. I gave him the signal that it was OK with me. When my wife noticed my constant arousal, I confessed to her that I got horny when my son looked at her. She started doing more and more revealing shows. Was it for me, for my son or for both of us? I was still not sure. It all culminated in a super hot birthday present for her son. I wondered if the gift was for him or more for her. The thrilling twist came when my son took the opportunity to fuck his mum's sexy little ass and revealed that he had seen through the whole thing, he knew his mum was watching his porn. I felt sick to my stomach, but was at the same time horny as hell as the images of my son pressing against and slowly penetrating his mother's little hole came back to me. I shot my load over myself. As the blood came back to my brain, I grabbed a handkerchief and cleaned myself up to take a shower.
On my way to the bathroom, I saw my wife Sarah come out of our son's room naked, still wearing that choker. Her hair was a mess, her make-up was smeared, her cheeks were flushed and she had red marks on her breasts and buttocks. She was smiling and had that afterglow on her face. The glow of a good fuck.
She saw and came over to me, her hips sexy swaying. A breathtaking look. She gave me a kiss „Morning Darling" she greeted me like nothing special happend. I could smell the Steve's semen on her breath and even see some leftovers on her chin and on her beautiful round breasts. We both went into the bathroom. As she bent over to get a fresh towel from the bottom shelf, I got a good look at her red, swollen, obviously well-fucked pussy lips.
I immediately got hard again, even though I had just masturbated. Somehow, I was suddenly embarrassed and left the bathroom before she could notice my arousal.
"She had become our son's sex toy," I said to myself. "What will my son think of me", I thought, my heart started to race, but the excitement made me realise once again what a cuckold I was.
After her shower, Sarah went straight to bed. She must have been really worn out. I sat in the kitchen with a cup of black coffee and tried to sort out my feelings. My head was spinning. I tried to understand what had happened and also some things about the agreement they had made yesterday. I wasn't truly succeeding. Besides, reality was catching up with me. My wife and son are fucking with my consent, how will this affect our family life? I got nervous, although I played it cool in front of my wife, "another phase of parenthood," I told her a couple of days ago. My head was spinning and my stomach was still knotting nervously, afraid of what my son and wife would think of me and how this would change our relationship.
My wife got up around 1 p.m. She was still naked under her silk dressing gown. We drank coffee and talked about God and the world as if nothing unusual had happened. It calmed me down, but I didn't dare bring up the subject of sex with Steve for fear she would notice my insecurity. When she announced that she had to hurry and get dressed because Clair, her friend, was coming over for some coffee gossip in about half an hour. I decided to go to my office and distract myself with some work. When I got home in the evening, we sat down like a normal family and had dinner together, as we always did, which gave me further relief.
After dinner, our son helped his mother clear the table, and when they had finished, he told her casually, "I'll see you in an hour. At that moment I didn't know what he meant.
My wife and I were discussing our next holiday when she looked at her mobile phone and said "Oh, I'm going to be late". With that she was rushing towards our bedroom. I was a bit confused. I heard the shower. When she came back, about 15 minutes later, she walked past me, butt-naked in high heels and her choker band. She blew me a kiss. „See you tomorrow, Darling." Now I realised what was going to happen.
I would have loved to watch them, but I was still too scared, too insecure and too ashamed to be so aroused by the situation. And here I am again, lying in my bed, masturbating again, listening to the sounds of my son and my wife having sex again. This constellation just made me horny as hell. I couldn't have guessed how profoundly my sex life was going to change from then on and not only my sex life.
Over the following weeks, it became common for them to have open sex in my presence on their dedicated play days. They were like newly-weds. They just couldn't hold it. If you saw them on any other day, you would never think it was anything apart from a happy mother-son relationship. That was another thing I couldn't comprehend, but I loved it from the first moment. The change from happy mother and wife to wholly submissive women whose purpose in life seemed to be to submit and be used.
My wife is still amused by my looks and my excitement when I walked in on them fucking the first time. My wife was bent over the kitchen island. Her sundress was pulled up over her hips, a butt plug and coconut oil were on the kitchen island next to her. Steve was holding her hands behind her arms and pinning her to the counter while he worked his mother's ass hard with his tool. When he noticed me, he just said "Hi Dad" and didn't stop fucking his mother for a second, as if it was perfectly normal to fuck your mother in the kitchen, like cooking pasta. Sarah was panting heavily with some cries inside, at first, I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure until she begged him to fuck her harder. A few more hard thrusts, and he was shooting his cum deep into my wife's, his mother's, ass with a loud, deep grunt. After a short recovery, she got back on her feet and said, "That was amazing baby, just what I needed." she gave our son a kiss and ran her hand between her legs to scoop his cum from her ass, looking straight into his eyes as she licked her dirty fingers clean. For me, it was a surreal, epic scene, burned into my memory forever. I had never seen my wife do anything so filthy.
I have seen my wife with a few men by now, but they were meaningless to me. Now it was my son, a person I love very much, and he lives with us so we see each other every day. So, on the one hand, it was harder for me to deal with, but on the other hand, it made me horny and felt weird in a way that was OK and natural.
As the weeks went by, the sex got rougher and much more verbal. My wife became more submissive, and I became obsessed with watching them. I was still fascinated by how an intelligent, sophisticated woman with a PhD could become a submissive sex animal. It was almost like a sex version of Dr Jekyll and Mrs Hyde - a brilliant woman becomes a submissive slut with an insatiable desire to be dominated and used. I got used to my new role as a spectator and started to like it more than fucking her myself. I came to the conclusion that I just had to be honest with myself to deal with my new situation. And I had to admit that I couldn't compete with the fitness and virility of the young. I also had to admit that I could never be as dominant as my son, and that he was slightly better equipped. This seemed necessary to satisfy my wife's new sexual needs. Until then this was all about dominant hart fucking, but my wife became more and more submissive and the developed some serious kinks. I remember noticing it the first time in one of their encounters, which felt like déjà vu 2.0.
On one of her play days, it was about 10 o'clock in the morning. My wife was sunbathing on the lounge in our garden, wearing only an orange micro bikini bottom that barely covered her pussy and a matching choker band that seemed to be made from the same fabric. Sarah explained to me that they use these choker bands as a sign of her submission and a sign of their play day.
I was enjoying the beautiful sight of my wife when our son came into the garden and said good morning, my wife sat up and said "Hello Baby" without trying to cover herself. "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked him. "I want to feed you first" he replied with a smile. My wife understood immediately. She got up and knelt down on the grass next to the deckchair. Our son stepped in front of her. She pulled down his trousers and started sucking his dick. After a while he grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth carefully. I could see her eyes watering and when he pulled out, she was gasping for breath. "Get ready on the couch," he ordered with a friendly but firm tone in his voice. She got up and positioned herself on the lounger with her bottom up and her head down. He walked behind his mother and stood up. He took his cock and rubbed his glans between her labia saying, "Woah, Mum, you're ready, your pussy is literally leaking". The head of his cock entered my wife's pussy with no resistance, and she moaned loudly. He started fucking her right in front of me. When my wife tried to stimulate her clit while being fucked. "No, Mum," he ordered, grabbing her arms by the wrists and starting to hold her down so that he could pound her cunt harder with every thrust of his pelvis. This wasn't lovemaking, this was hard, rough fucking and my wife was enjoying it. Her moans grew louder as her whole body began to shake. I had never seen my wife climax like that before. He paid no attention to her and continued to fuck her mercilessly, which seemed to give her one orgasm after another. You could see the tremors of pleasure coursing through her body until he released his load into his mother's cunt with a deep moan. Her body went limp.
When she regained consciousness she went to the kitchen to make him breakfast and when she came back, he said "Thanks Mum and by the way, you look sexy leaking my cum". I immediately looked down at her tights and you could see the trail of cum running down, she was flushed and her reply took me by surprise, "I love leaking your cum. You have marked me as yours with your juice." and she gave him a kiss. He replied with a cheeky smile "Then leave it. I will mark you a bit more later".
My wife smiled, you could see her pride. This was the first time I had noticed that kink of them. I never would have thought that my wife, who is usually so concerned about cleanliness. For whom personal hygiene was the top priority, that she loved carrying her son's sperm on her body all day long because it makes her fell sexy and horny.
I was flabbergasted and fascinated by that kink, and of course, horny as hell. A couple of days later, I realized how crazy my wife was about it. I saw them fuck in the morning on the dinning table, my wife in her typical business outfit make - up, blouse, stockings and high heels. Her skirt neatly over the chair next to her. Her silky string pushed aside and the cock of our son buried deeply into her. Her words, she was almost screaming, to him still echoing in my ears „Come on honey shot your load in me. Mark your slut.". Her eyes and facial expression reflecting pure lust.
With a loud deep grunt and the words "Here you go my slut" he shot his load into my wife. As he withdrew his member from her she pushed her string back in place over her pussy. She almost pushed him away to get her skirt. „I will be late for my meeting, I love you." she gave him a Kiss and off she went.
I was so turned on by their perverted games that I sneaked back into our bedroom unnoticed to jerk off.
On saturday some friends of hers came over. This was the first time they bent their rules, not to play when we have guests. Just before they arrived we were all in the kitchen, my wife was wearing a light summer dress with spaghetti straps and a floral print. When our son ordered her to get her next mark, my wife pulled the spaghetti straps over her shoulders, dropped to her knees in front of her son. He grabbed her head and started to fuck his mother's mouth. He pulled his member out and started jerking it. She grabbed her tits and presented them to him. You could already see dried cum on her beautiful melons. At that moment, he obviously came again over her tits.
When her friends arrived, Sarah was very nervous. Her cheeks were flushed as they greeted her. They must have rubbed his cum into her skin. They must have been able to smell it if they could sense what it was.
An hour later, as I walked past them to get a drink from the kitchen, the gossip flowed. My wife asked me to make them a fresh pot of coffee. The coffee was almost ready when my wife came into the kitchen. She took my hand and pulled me into our son's room. I stopped at the door and saw that my son was masturbating furiously. My wife told me to make sure no one came in, went in, pulled up her dress, sat down on our son's computer desk, spread her legs and just said in a low voice, "Come on my boy, quickly mark your bitch again, like you wanted". He was almost there, he just penetrated his mother's glistening wet pussy with a sloshing sound without hesitation. She must have been really turned on to be so wet. A few strokes were enough to shoot his next load. He said "Now you are ready to serve the coffee", my wife repeated with a smile "Your wish is my command sir". It was strange to hear her call him sir. She got up, smoothed her dress, went to the kitchen, took the coffee and served it to her friends with a red face. She must have felt their mixed juices to run down her inner legs.
The door was barely closed and her friends were gone. She went to Steve who was talking to me and dropped her dress on the floor on the way. You could see all the dried cum on her skin. She looked our son straight in the eyes and kissed him with the words "That was so hot, baby."
"I can't believe you dared to do that, Mom" our son said and grinned mischievously. Sarah fell to her knees and practically began to beg him. „Honey, please fuck me, fuck my ass like you promised if I would wear your cum in front of my friends."
