------TOM------
I stayed up all night.
I watched the cameras and stroked myself. Basking in the twisted delight of my wife cuddled up to my son. Their naked bodies pressed together. I daydreamed about what I had seen on the cameras as I touched myself. Until I didn't have to daydream anymore.
Adam stirred in my bed, turning over and seeming to remember where he was. He caught sight of my wife's naked body.
"God damn." He mumbled in a gruff, morning voice. His hands running over Nicole's sleeping body, cupping and massaging each breast. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and began to suckle on her like he had so many years ago. But so, so different now.
Nicole's eyes drifted open and she slipped her arm around his head, massaging his hair as he pleasured her.
"Your father will be home soon sweetheart. Don't get too attached." She moaned in a giddy, playful voice.
Adam lifted his head, and Nicole's breast followed his mouth before his powerful suction released with a POP.
"We could change the locks. Why should we let him keep us from having fun? I doubt he can even get it up anymore." Adam laughed, rolling on top of her and sliding between her legs.
"Your father and I have a very active sex-life, Adam, be nice." She chided halfheartedly.
"Oh yeah? Who do you like fucking more?" Adam said and I saw his glutes tense as he thrust his pelvis forward.
Nicole's reaction was answer enough. Her whole body convulsed and she gripped the sheets of our bed as my son sunk himself inside of her. A pained squeal erupting from her.
"HOLY SHIT Adam you, you, YOU. I love your fucking dick baby I love you so much." Nicole wrapped her arms around his back as he buried his face in her neck.
I needed to check out of the hotel. It was almost time for me to leave. But my eyes were glued to the screen.
As he began thrusting inside of her, Nicole looked up towards the camera. Face twisted in sexual delight. She knew I'd be watching, and her eyes sent me an unspoken but desperate message.
"Drive slow"
Painfully, I closed the camera app and began getting my things together. I dropped the key at the front desk and got back in my car. I opened the camera app again and set my phone on my lap as I began driving home. For the next 10 minutes or so I drove towards the house as the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and screamed obscenities from my wife filled every inch of my cars interior.
I parked just down the street from my house and continued watching the action on the cameras. For just a moment, the insanity of the situation washed over me again.
Here I was, obediently waiting down the street from my own home, watching as my son sent my wife into body-shaking, earth-shattering, orgasms. Caught between the apprehensive shame of what my life had become behind my back, and the small - but growing - wet spot on my dress pants where my hard cock was depositing precum.
"FUCK ADAM YESSSSSSSSS!" Nicole screamed gutturally as Adam buried himself inside of her and groaned himself. They lay together, eyes locked in passion as he delivered another load inside of her. The lovers embraced in a kiss for a moment before Nicole broke away.
"Okay sweetheart, that's it for now. He'll be back any minute. We should get cleaned up." She sighed as she stroked his hair, her voice clearly longing for more time with him.
He gave her one last kiss before standing up and removing his length from her, now hanging heavy between his legs and slick with their fluids.
"Hopefully he'll be tired from the trip and you can sneak away." He said, putting his shorts back on.
"Oh yeah, cause I'm quiet enough to 'sneak'," She laughed.
Adam chuckled and left the room.
Nicole fell back onto our bed, her breasts bouncing from the fall. She let out a heavy, satisfied breath as she pinched her nipples and shuddered slightly. A moment later she, too, stood and made her way to her phone on the nightstand and sent me a text.
"Like the show, cucky? Feel free to come home whenever"
In a daze, I closed the camera app and texted back.
"I'm right around the corner. Be there soon."
A few moments later I was pulling into my driveway, heart pounding anxiously in my chest. How long had it been since I've grappled with these feelings? This dread, the shame, the mind-altering arousal. This kink has a way of hijacking your rational thinking. Most men would be disgusted by what was happening. It was horrible. But I wasn't most men.
I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and keep my cock from exploding in my pants. After a moment of meditation, I cut off the engine and made my way into the house.
The living room was empty, and the house was silent. It was surreal to imagine that this house was filled with the sounds of screaming, incestuous, pleasure and slapping flesh just moments ago. Nicole would be in the shower, most likely, and who knows what Adam would be doing.
That curiosity was answered quickly though. I had just dropped my work bag by the door and put my keys back on the key-ring when Adam came around the corner from the kitchen.
"Hey pops, how was the trip?" He asked.
Adam was shirtless and wearing only basketball shorts. His hair was slick with sweat, the only indication of what he had been doing.
Suddenly, I felt so small in front of my son. I'd felt this type of humiliating comparison in the past with Nicole's other bulls, of course. I'd always just seen him as my confident, if a little headstrong, son. Full of all the typical teenage foolishness that's common for young men. But as he stood before me, drinking a water he'd gotten from the kitchen and sporting a grin that seemed to say, 'I know something you don't', I truly felt like more of a pathetic cuckold than ever. My relationship with my son had been completely flipped on it's head over the course of a few hours.
No. It had been upended for months at this point. I was just finally allowed to know.
"Uh... yeah g-good. How were things... here?" I stammered back, and I noticed his eyebrow shoot up curiously.
"Great! I didn't feel like going out last night so I just watched some Netflix with mom. Fun times." He replied, looking me up and down. Shit. Was I being weird?
"Cool yeah that's uh, that's great." I said, taking a deep breath and trying to force myself to make eye contact with him despite the fact that I felt like "CUCKOLD" was written on my forehead.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, wash the hotel off of me." I said, letting my eyes fall to the ground and walking past him. I felt like all the blood drained from my body. The humiliation was so fucking intense, and with that humiliation always came extreme arousal and a desperate need for MORE. This was going to be hard to balance, and much harder to actually keep a secret.
"Hey uh, thanks for keeping your mom company, I know she appreciates it." I said over my shoulder as I began to climb the stairs.
"My pleasure." He replied, as a chuckle escaped him.
My cock twitched at those words. We both knew what I was saying, even if he didn't really know why. Thank you Adam, for fucking my wife better than me. I know she appreciates your big cock more than my minuscule little dicklet.
God. Nicole was fucked up. And I'd follow her depravity anywhere.
------NICOLE------
When Tom came home, I was just finishing up washing all of Adam's cum off of and out of me. As I toweled off in front of the mirror and got some more, motherly, clothes on I couldn't help but smile ear to ear.
It
worked
.
I knew Tom was the ultimate cuck. I knew he loved the humiliation and the twisted and sick scenarios we had put ourselves in during our earlier years of engaging with this kink. But fucking our son was a whole new ballgame.
Fucking your husbands boss in front of him while you both say hurtful and cruel things to him is a level of perverted insanity I'd never thought we'd be able to surpass. But
this
was something else entirely. The absolute highest, socially unacceptable, and taboo form of cuckoldry. Sorry Tom, but you could never fuck me like your son does. Your teenage son has a bigger dick, better stamina, and fucks better than you ever will.
Oh, and he rearranged your daughters insides as well. I guess being a cock hungry whore runs in the family.
I giggled to myself in disbelief.
I had pretty much gotten over the shock, and various negative feelings society says I should have when my son cums on my tits or buries his cock in my throat. I can't imagine what it was like for Tom. But I was happy that he saw the situation for what it was. Perfect. Exciting. Convenient.
I exited the shower to see Tom on our bed, jerking his precious little dicklet, surely thinking about what had just happened.
I teased him until he exploded all over himself, then sent him off to the shower to clean up.
The rest of the day was pretty normal. Or, well, as normal as can be given the circumstances.
Adam mostly stayed in his room, playing video games I imagine, while Tom and I cuddled and watched TV. It was hard not to jump his bones immediately, but with Adam awake I thought it was probably for the best that we appear like everything is normal. God forbid Adam hear me call his father, "cucky" in the throes of passion or something like that.
I mean, how on Earth would Adam accept Tom's authority as his father if he knew that his dad
wanted
him to fuck me because he gets off on being an impotent, shrimp dicked, cuckold?
The boy was arrogant enough as it is, fucking his own mother only made it worse, and knowing his father was a cuck would just send him into overdrive. I'd seen firsthand how otherwise normal men can change into aggressive and cruel monsters when they find out their buddy is a cuck and wants them to fuck his wife. Adam would be insufferable. I felt a shiver run through my body at that thought, and a heat begin to grow in my core. Still, we'd have to figure SOMETHING out. I wanted Adam inside me basically 24/7, and it's not like Tom could go on 'work trips' every night.
But more than anything else, it was important to keep Adam in the dark. At least for now. That guaranteed I (and to a lesser extent Tom) stayed in control of the situation. If Adam knew how much I wanted to fuck him all the time, and that his father got off on it, this thing could easily spiral out of control. We were already playing with fire, there was no reason to add gasoline.
I'd been thinking about Adam fucking me all day as I cuddled with Tom and watched TV and later, when we chatted over dinner. I only briefly saw Adam when he came out to take dinner into his room, and then came back out later to drop his dish in the dishwasher. He was keeping to himself like he usually did these days when Tom was around. But I knew I'd be on his mind.
I'd caught him watching a video of us together on his phone AT THE DINNER TABLE just a couple days ago now. He'd wanted to have something to enjoy while Tom was around and we couldn't sneak away together. So I let him record from the cameras I'd installed, which was maybe a bit foolish on my part. He could be so fucking RECKLESS sometimes.
