This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Jason Smith and his mother Carol were having an incestuous affair. It had begun at the start of the summer, Jason was home from college and his Mom had helped him re-certify so he could get a job as a lifeguard. They'd fucked in the changing rooms at the pool, in Jason's bed and now on their living room couch. There was only one problem, Jason's dad. He was supposed to be gone on a fishing trip, but he was home way early!
Norman Smith walked in to see his wife and son, naked together on the sofa, they'd obviously just finished fucking. He couldn't believe his eyes! He'd come back for his forgotten tackle box, he'd only been gone an hour! They obviously couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Jason stood up. Norman's son was a solid six feet, with a lean, muscled swimmer's body like his mother. His semi-hard cock was larger now than Norman's ever got, Norman only packed four erect inches under his belt. Jason stretched and gazed confidently at his dad.
Carol stood and kissed her son on the mouth, watching Norman to see his reaction. He seethed, what the hell did this bitch think she was doing? She practically draped herself over Jason, looking for all the world like a satisfied slut.
"Home early dear? You always did finish things early, didn't you?" Carol smirked at her husband. She reached down and played with her son's cock, getting it hard again. Jason grinned and stared boldly at his father. His Mommy had told him how much bigger he was than his father.
"You slut!" Norman's voice was low, furious. "Not enough that you cheat on me with every Tom, Dick and Harry? Now you seduce your own son? You whore!" He balled his fists at his side, practically vibrating with rage.
Jason kissed his Mommy, then stepped forward and faced his father. "If you ever call her that again I'll beat you to within an inch of your life. Try me." His father flinched and turned away, holding his hands up against a blow that never came.
"Why are you even here, Norm?" Carol stepped up to her son again and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"...forgot my tackle box..." her husband muttered.
"Well? What are you standing here for? Go get it, get out of here!" She was still holding her son's now throbbing cock. She looked in Jason's eyes and said to her husband, "Can't you see we're busy?"
Norman stood for a moment, watching the two start making out, melting into each other. His tiny cock gave a twitch in his pants but he spun around and headed for the closet where his fishing gear should be.
Carol dropped to her knees in front of her son. "Oh Jason! That was so wonderful, standing up to your father like that!" She grabbed his shaft and popped the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her talented tongue over it and making him moan.
Jason put his hands on the sides of his beautiful Mommy's head and fucked his hips forward as she sucked and licked. "God Mom, you suck cock so good! Oh yeah, suck my dick!" Her oral skills were driving him wild.
