This story is completely fiction and should be an ongoing story that will involve a wide variety of fetish and taboo. The story started with mother and son (read chapter 1 to get background) but will expand into many other arenas as well, so if you do not wish to read about incest, fetish, lesbianism, gay males, orgies, threesomes, cross dressing and many other topics I plan to include, then do not read on. I hope you like it.
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Just a moment ago, my raging hard cock slipped from my mom's mouth. She looked up at me, smiled and passed out. "Shit."
I stand there thinking about what to do, or what not to do. I have a good buzz, but mom is passed out drunk and I don't know if she even knew what she was doing or who she was doing it with. "Shit." I repeated. Better judgment took hold in my head; I leaned down, lifted mom's legs and swung her body around so she was on the bed straight. The last time I was doing this, just 5 minutes ago, I kissed her head and not for a lack of trying, I kissed her head again in hopes this sexual situation would re-jump start. She didn't move. I kissed her again; this time on the lips lightly, still nothing. One last attempt, I ran my hand down her face, to her neck and above her tits on her chest. "Mom?" No answer.
My hand slid ever so slow to cup her breast over her white little sun dress. "Mom?" Still nothing, I raised my hand and thought better of it. I put my hand at the top of her chest and slid it under the sundress and bra until my hand was cupping her sexy tit. "Mom?"
With that, she was passed out and it seemed nothing would wake her. I couldn't take advantage of my passed out mom any further. My conscience took over and I removed my hand from her chest. Grabbing my pants, I zipped and buckled up over my straining cock and walked back into the kitchen to grab another beer. When I got there, I looked at the clock on the microwave; it was only 10:15. Fuck I was hot and horny and a cunt hair away from fulfilling my fantasies of fucking my mom. Well at the very least getting a blowjob from her, after all, my cock was in her mouth, albeit for only a stroke or two.
I opened the beer, swigged and knew I needed to clear my head. So I grabbed my keys and went for a walk, hopefully that will help my bulging erection subside.
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Heading back down the street towards the bars and restaurants, I finished up my beer. The first bar I came to was a good bar that I had frequented before. It was fairly empty and only a couple doors down from the restaurant mom and I had eaten dinner at. I found a seat at the bar quite easily and ordered a beer. Then another, they seemed to go down easy.
I must have been there for 30 minutes or so when Todd our waiter from earlier came in and sat at the bar a few seats down. Todd immediately recognized me from earlier and asked why I was there alone and not with my date from earlier. I was about to explain and decided instead to just say; "Long story."
"I've got the time, I just got off work and I come here after work for a drink and hang out with Mike the bartender."
"Cool." I replied, "But it's not worth repeating."
Mike the bartender came back to the bar from somewhere and immediately leaned over the bar and kissed Todd. It wasn't a peck, it was a tongue diving passionate kiss, I couldn't help but stare. Worst then that, I couldn't help but be turned on by it.
I've always had fantasies about man on man sex, but it has always been just that; a fantasy. I considered myself hetero, but I had jerked off to thinking about a guy giving me head or me giving head. Every guy has thought about it.....right?
They broke the heated kiss and Todd apparently couldn't help but notice me staring. "Sorry for the PDA (Public display of affection) but we haven't seen each other in 3 days." I just sat with my mouth ajar and a growing bulge in my pants.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare."
"Its okay, Mike and I are very open. We're use to it. By the way, I don't think I caught you name earlier."
"Nick."
"Well Nick .... It seems you enjoyed watching...." He glanced down at my erection pushing at my pants again. "Did you enjoy watching?"
"Ummmm..." I had no idea how to respond to that.
"Don't fret about it Nick, I am just teasing you." He paused and added; "Relax. Mike, get Nick another beer would you." Mike grabbed another bottle, opened it and slid it front of me.
Mike finally chimed in; "Nick, if you liked that, you're more than welcome to watch....or join in after I get off work." He grinned; "We like to play."
Still dumbfounded I didn't answer. Todd slid over to the stool next to mine and put his hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry about Mike; he's always the aggressive one. If it's not your thing then just ignore him." Then patted my leg and removed his hand.
I sat and drank my beer, Mike called last call and handed me another beer. "On the house." People started leaving and my cock was still semi rigid and showing a nice bulge.
The bar was down to just 2 other patrons besides me when Todd got up to help Mike clean up. I didn't notice when the other patrons left and Mike locked the door.
I was just finishing up that last beer and noticed Mike approach Todd at the end of the bar. He slapped his ass and embraced him into another hot wet French kiss. As their lips parted; Mike proceeded to lather Todd's neck with kisses and Todd was staring at me while enjoying the attention.
My cock swelled and lurched. I took this time to drink in these two men that were tight together. Mike was a little over 6 foot , with a very nice build, full head of wavy brown hair and a goatee on his face. Mike is classically handsome. Todd was closer to my height, but slimmer, still very good looking, but he had a tight hair cut, but dirty blonde; no facial hair and very sexy blue eyes.
Did I just think that? Sexy Blue eyes? I thought to myself. Todd's tongue was running over his lips while Mike feasted on his neck. My eyes attached to Todd's.
Todd must have seen my uneasiness, and pushed Mike from the embrace. "I think we're embarrassing him." With that Mike came around to me and looked me over and said; "I doubt that."
I am still stuck speechless when Mike did something I was not prepared for, by running his ran over my bulge. "I think he likes it. I think he likes it a lot."
The only thing I could do was moan. His touch was exactly what I needed, but didn't know I wanted.