Introduction
The following story is largely based upon facts related to me by a very good long-time friend of mine. He shared his story with me one night when we met and had dinner and drinks together. What follows actually happened to him; although I have used some artistic license in describing the details. He read an earlier draft that I had prepared and provided some comments that I believe greatly improve this final rendition.
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I have a dilemma on my hands. First, I need to provide a little background. I am a forty-five year old man, living with my forty-six year old girlfriend in a nice neighborhood in a suburban section of the San Fernando Valley, near Los Angeles, California. We have been together, as a couple, for about ten years. Each of us was married for about ten years as well. She has a son and daughter from her previous marriage, while my ex-wife and I had no children.
Her son had lived with us most of the time we've been together until he'd enlisted in the Coast Guard. Prior to his discharge he had spent the last 13 months on a cutter in the Persian Gulf and was glad to be back in the States. After his discharge, his mother helped him get settled and find a nice apartment in a complex just a couple of miles away from our house.
I travel quite frequently, probably a two or three days a week on average. Normally, I take off early on Tuesday morning and don't return until late-Thursday night or mid-day on Friday. I enjoy my travel and my job, as I get to meet interesting people and see places around the country that I've not visited before.
My girlfriend is a self-employed realtor, who specializes in selling and buying various commercial properties in the southern California region. She makes very good money through her commissions, and takes only those jobs that are worth her investment of time. Consequently, she has a fair amount of free time on her hands and enjoys interior decorating, photography, and cooking. Sometimes she will travel with me when I am going to a neat place that we've never been before.
I think that our sex life is excellent. We make love to one another two or three times a week and enjoy the intimacy of being together in bed at night and in the mornings on weekends. We both are touchy-feely kind of people and love to spend quality time together, cuddling on the couch, or working around our house and yard.
My girlfriend, Joanne, or just 'Jo,' is five feet five inches in height, probably about 140 pounds, kind of curvy, nice-sized boobs. She is very exotic looking, with medium-length jet-black hair framing her pixie-ish face. She and her children all reflect their eastern-European heritage. I think her side of the family is originally from Romania, or there about. She has fine dark hair on her arms, and needs to shave her legs virtually every day otherwise the hair would standout clearly. She has a very hairy vagina - I love her bush - she has absolutely the hairiest pussy I have ever seen. It is so sexy to see her nude, and run my fingers through her bush.
I am tall, over six feet three inches, well built, at about 210 pounds. I too, am dark-haired, salt and pepper on my head, chest and mustache. I have a nice-sized cock, seven inches when erect and nice and thick. The women that I have been privileged to have slept with have all liked my 'pussy-pleaser.'
Anyway, with this introduction and background out of the way, back to my dilemma.
A few weeks ago, in early November, I had been on travel and was able to finish up with the client a couple of days early and decided to catch a flight home late the afternoon of the first day. I arrived back at LAX about 8:00 p.m., collected my car and started my drive up the 405 Freeway and over Sepulveda Pass toward home.
When I turned onto our cul-de-sac about an hour and a half later, I could see that my girlfriend's son's pickup truck was in the driveway, so I parked on the street and unloaded my bags. The front door was locked so I let myself in and set my bags down and slipped off my loafers. We live in a split level, and I was on the ground floor. The house seemed quiet; I assumed that my girlfriend and her son had gone out to dinner or a movie together.
I went into the kitchen, glanced at the day's mail and opened a bottle of beer. I decided to go upstairs and take a shower and then relax in front of the boob-tube. I headed up the stairs toward the master bedroom and bath.
As I was walking down the hall, I noticed that our bedroom lights were on and some soft music was playing, but the door was half shut. At that same instant, I heard a low moan coming from my bedroom. Instantly I knew in my heart that it was an 'erotic moan.' I could just tell that it was made by someone in the midst of having sex, either by themselves or with another person.
I quietly moved up to the door, and squatting down to my knees I slowly peeked around the door and looked into the room. What I saw completely flabbergasted me, I mean really shocked me to my core. I think I expected to see my girlfriend either masturbating herself; I mean I knew she liked to do that fairly frequently. The other option was that I'd find her with another man, like one of her male clients. What I saw was the last, the very last, sight I ever expected to see.
My wife was partially nude, topless; with her large pendulous breasts swinging as she knelt on the bed over the partially nude, bottomless, body of her twenty-four year-old son, Eric. Eric's hairy legs were spread wide on my bed. His mother was cupping and caressing his hairy balls as she stroked his long, thick, and very erect cock with her other hand. He was lying back on the bed, with his head on the pillows and moaning and groaning.
I heard him say, "Oh, God, Mother, that feels so good...God, how I love the way you touch my cock..."
She replied in a low, sultry voice, "Baby, I love your cock! It is so big and sexy!"
I watched as she lowered her head down and took the head of her son's cock into her mouth and began to vigorously suck him off. She was moaning even as more and more of his thick shaft slid deeper into her mouth and throat. Eric arched his back on the bed and reached forward and gently clasped his mother's shoulders as she fellated him.
For several minutes I watched my girlfriend as she was orally fucked by her son. I think it was during this time that it really dawned on me that I was watching a mother and son commit incest, having sex with one another. God, it was, without a doubt, the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
As Jo sucked his cock up and down, in and out her mouth she fondled and squeezed his big balls in her free hand, while stroking his shaft as she licked and sucked his crown and glans. I could see her tonguing and licking his shaft, and then take one of his balls into mouth and suck and lick it too. From experience, I can tell you that Jo can suck a dick! The woman has real talent in the 'giving head' department.
Eric pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor next to the bed as he caressed and fondled his mother's large breasts and swollen dark nipples. I watched as he pinched and pulled on her nipples as she continued to give him head. She moaned around her mouthful of cock, and ran her hand up her son's ribbed hairy belly and up into the forest of his black, curly chest hair. I could see her fingers searching for his nipples and pinching them with her fingers as he groaned in delight.
