Josh settled into what seemed to be a good life. He was fucking his mother, Addie, and his girlfriend Ellen regularly. Also, he got to watch them fuck each other and join in for threesomes. He was fucking the Black chick Keely, getting all the pussy he wanted at home, and occasionally got lucky at the diner. Life was good!
His life began to change about three weeks after his mother brought out the submissive in Ellen and Keely had the baby.
Addie took charge of Ellen, making her a Sub to Addie's Dom. Just the other day, Josh came home from working at the diner to find Ellen on her knees in the kitchen eating out his mother while Adie sat at the kitchen table with her legs spread, drinking a beer.
"How was your day, son?"
"Busy! We got a lot of bus passenger traffic. 'Evening, Ellen."
"Hey! You want some pussy?" Ellen looked up and wiped Adelaide's pussy juice from her mouth. "I can get on my knees, and you can hit it from behind!"
Addie slapped Ellen on her head. "Stop talking and keep eating! Come here, Josh, and drop your pants."
Josh was a good boy and usually did what his mother told him. He dropped his pants and held out his cock for her to suck. He gasped, and his ass clenched when Addie inhaled his cock.
He rested one hand on her shoulder for balance while the other tugged on his mother's long hard nipples. Addie was a virtuoso cocksucker, a talent she honed over years of sleeping around.
"Momma, cain't nobody polish a knob like you!" Josh's hips pump, matching his mother's head bobbing on his tool.
Addie pulled his cock from her mouth and stroked it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips thrust as Ellen brought her to an orgasm.
"Fuck, Ellen, I wanted to suck my son while you ate me out, but you got me cumming!"
Ellen had her face buried in Adelaides's hairy snatch, and her tongue buried so deep in it, she felt the contractions of her climax. Addie collapsed in the kitchen chair, arms and legs akimbo with sweat streaming off her body.
"Sorry, I didn't get you off, son! But Ellen eats pussy almost as good as you! Let me finish you off."
Addie turned her head to the side and licked the head of her son's cock. Ellen rocked back on her heels, watching.
"I can do that for you, Josh," Ellen said, licking her lips.
"Maybe later! I think I'll sit outside and have a beer and a toke."
"Me and Ellen will get cleaned up and join you!"
Josh had filled his ice chest from the ice machine at the diner and picked up two 24-packs on sale at Epstein's store. He picked up some high-grade kush from the local dispensary and was ready for a typical summer evening in the, drinking beer, getting high, and fucking.
He had just sat the ice chest down and pulled some of the lawn chairs into the shade of the trees when a voice rumbled behind him.
"Josh, we need to talk!"
A chill ran down Josh's spine, and he got the metallic taste of fear in his mouth. Clay Landon towered over him, all 6'6', 240 pounds of him.
He wore faded, almost white Oshkosh by Gosh bib overalls, ragged gym shoes, and no shirt. Snuff juice stained his grizzled scruffy beard at the corners of his mouth. His shoulders hulked forward, and his arms hung from them like an ape in the zoo. He was an intimidating man with a short temper and given to sudden violent actions. And his wife Keely just had a baby that Josh's mother said was the spitting image of him.
"Howdy, Clay! What can I do for you?" Josh's eyes flicked around, assessing escape routes. He figured he could get in a punch or two before he had to run for his life.
"We needs to talk about my wife and that baby!"
Clay talked slow, as though each word had to be found, and pulled deep in his mind from some recess. It was torturous holding a conversation with him.
"How's that, Clay?"
Josh sidled around, putting the ice chest between him and Clay. Josh's trailer was behind him. If he was lucky, he might be able to make a break to the safety of the trailer.
"I, uh, guess congratulations are in order." Josh was ashamed of the tremor in his voice.
"Keely says it's your baby!"
"Um, uh, we need to talk about that, Clay."
"Ain't much to talk about! Is it? You been fucking my wife."
"Well, Clay, we got a little high once, you know how it is, and we got a little frisky. I've meant to tell you about that and ask your forgiveness."
Josh edge slowly back, prepared to make a run for it. He wasn't a coward, but he knew he didn't stand a chance against this man mountain.
"She says y'all been fuck almost since we before got married."
Josh ran out of excuses. A glance over his shoulder showed he had a short, clear path to his trailer. It was fight or flight time!
"Yeah, that may be true, Clay." It was time to decide.
