When Suvendu returned from the office, I saw his eyes gleaming with anticipation of a family threesome. He was pleased with my sleazy fresh outfit of sleeveless figure-hugging top and skimpy shorts. It displayed my long legs and thighs to its glory.
“Wow, Soni.” He exclaimed, “You are looking smoking hot. I am sure Joy must have jerked off a few times. Was he checking you out?”
“Yes, dear, I saw his eyes scanning my thighs and cleavage. You are right. His gazes upon me were of pure lust.”
“We need to get this obsession out. I will have a man to man talk with him after we have tea. Call him to join us for tea.”
The three of us met over the same dining table over which my son had fucked me really hard. He had filled my drenching pussy with hot man juice a few hours earlier. The tea went on well though Joy expressed surprise that my hubby had returned early from the office.
It was quite unusual for a workaholic like him. Suvendu told him that his work has left him little time to interact with his son. He needed to discuss a few issues with him if he was free. Joy nodded in agreement.
The two men walked up to Joy’s room. I retired to my bedroom, wondering how Suvendu would bring up the proposal to Joy. Suppose he already knew and was just playacting to get us into trouble? Maybe he has found some wench and uses this mother-son incestuous relationship just to get a divorce?
My head swarmed with all kinds of negative thoughts while they had their conversation. It was an hour-long discussion, and every passing minute got me further worried. In retrospect, I got to know how it went. So here are some highlights of the father-son discussion.
“Hi, son, I think we have attained ages when we can have some men to man talk rather than father to son talk. What do you feel about it?” Suvendu initiated the interaction.
“I agree, dad, and you’ve always been candid with me, especially in my teen years. None of my friends’ dads have ever been open like you.”
“Thanks, Joy. I am a bit worried about you. In fact, your mom and I are worried.”
“What is it about, dad?”
“Young men of your age generally have one steady or many steady girlfriends. They bring them home to introduce her or them to their parents. I stay out most of the time, and your mom confirmed that you have brought home no girl yet. I hope you like girls, I mean. I hope your sexual orientation is hetero?”
Joy calmly replied, “Dad, I can assure you that I am fully into girls and thoroughly heterosexual.”
“That’s a relief. You can call me old fashioned about the gay thing. I hope you have someone special in your life. I have seen girls cheering you madly on TV when you play.”
“To be honest, I don’t find girls of my age appealing enough.”
“What kind of girls do you find appealing?”
The two of them discussed the normal attraction of a young man for an elderly lady, frankly. Suvendu confessed his college day crush over his physics teacher- Malini madam. Then the crucial juncture commenced.
“Well, Joy, though it is normal for a man of your age to look up to women of thirty and forty plus. We often tend to forget that they are about the age of our mothers. Like it or not, your mother – if I might add as a proud husband – can be similarly idolized by young men of your age.”
“It’s a fact, dad. Mom remarkably maintains herself. Most of my friends compliment her that she looks like my elder sister. Though they don’t speak out, their eyes say that they must be idolizing mom.”
“What about you? Suppose your mother was not your mother – would you find her attractive – in an objective manner?”
“I feel very proud that mom has splendidly maintained herself, and all women should emulate her.”
Sensing that Joy was trying to evade the direct answer, Suvendu dwelt that most sons perceive their mothers as ideal women and role models. Joy agreed with enthusiasm.
Suvendu then brought up the incident of his psychiatrist friend. He confided about the real-life case of this kind of idolization of a young man. He was absolutely unable to relate to girls of his age due to the obsessive idolization.
While he spoke, Suvendu watched out for panic signs in Joy, which thankfully did not manifest then. Rather, Joy put it mildly, “Dad, are you suggesting that I am idolizing mom so much that I am missing out on girls of my age?”
“Yes, Joy, and not without any reason.”
He made a deliberate pause and, measuring his words carefully, spoke, “I have seen something which got me worried.”
As he spoke, he relished the faint expression of alarm on his son’s face. Joy was flustered, wondering whether his dad had found out of our incestuous affair. Maintaining an external calm, he questioned with commensurate poise, “Dad, what did you see that got you so worried?”
“Well, son, you need not panic. One day, I found you doing what most men love doing at your age- stroking the shaft. You were in ecstasy. I was making a silent retreat when the words that were coming out of your mouth froze me. I was forced to stop to ensure that I had heard right.”
“What did you hear, dad?” there was a faint tremor in his voice as he was not sure about the incident.
“You were fantasizing your mother, Joy—now don’t get alarmed. I am not here to reprimand you, my son, don’t get me wrong.” Suvendu spoke reassuringly.
Jo found it difficult to look up to his father.
But Suvendu encouraged him. “So, you need not be ashamed. Look me in the eye like a man. Consider me to your confidant, not your dad only. I am your friend. You can speak man to man.”
Joy confessed like he had to me that it all started when he heard Suvendu and me fucking for the first time. How those sexual moans of mine blew away the motherly image from his mind and replaced it with a lusty apparition of me in his psyche.
After that day, the only woman he could fantasize about was his mother. Suvendu listened carefully and nodded, “I understand, Joy. After all, your mother is a damn hot lady, especially in bed. I can’t blame you an iota. Did you ever feel guilty about it?”
“Strangely, not even once.”
“Do you feel jealous that your dad gets all the pussy that you are craving for?”
By that time, they had started using terms by which two men generally talk about women.
“Never, dad, never- she is your wife. The first rights to mom’s pussy are yours.”
“Yet you jerk off to her only. I won’t be surprised if you use her bra or panty to rub on your shaft while you go at it.”
“You got it right, dad. Can I be more honest?”
“That’s the point of this discussion.”
“You may find this weird.”
“Just speak up, man.”
“Dad, I really want you and mom to have lots of sex—and – and…”
“Come on, man, speak up.”
“Dad, only if I could watch you guys doing it.”
“Will that satisfy your urges?”
“It will be a good learning experience for me. Are you really considering it?”
There was a definite elation in Joy’s voice.
“Well, it can be a new experience for us, fucking in front of another person. And yes, it can be an excellent tutorial for you.”
“Will mom agree?”
“Leave that to me. Actually, I have more in mind for you.”
“What, dad?”
“Let’s proceed one at a time. Let me convince your mother to let you watch us in action today. Then I can shift gears, but you have to promise me that you will abide by my instructions to the rote.”
Joy nodded in agreement. Suvendu added, “I hope you won’t get a psycho shock or something like that?”
“I promise I will be fine, dad. What other things do you have in mind?”
“Let’s put it this way- we go step by step. I, too, have some fantasies which you will help me with – I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”
“That’s a deal, dad.”
“You wait in your room. If everything falls in place, I will call you on the intercom for your coveted live fuck show.”
Suvendu entered our bedroom with a triumphant body language and announced, “Soni darling, the conversation was highly productive.”
“My God,” I exclaimed, “What did you guys agree upon? I will be stark naked in front of my own son! Not only naked, I will be having sex with you in his presence. What am I getting into?”
“Soni, if things go all right, you will be fulfilling my fantasy of watching you with another man. His fantasy of fucking his hottest mom will also come true. Get mentally and physically prepared while I take a shower. Let’s take some time so that it appears I took some time to convince my hot sexy siren of a wife. Come on, Soni, you must be feeling a bit excited, aren’t you?”
“Yes, dear, I won’t lie that I am not excited. But I am feeling reasonably nervous too. This is not a run of the mill affair. What if…”
He cut me short. “Soni, I have read Joy well. Everything will turn out very well—for all of us. While I shower, you can change into one of your sizzling hot negligees. Let’s give our son the greatest show on earth. Why only him? It will be a great experience for all of us.”
While Suvendu showered, I started slipping on to my skimpiest negligee. I visualized how the two men, my husband, and my son, will be exploring my body. The image of two throbbing cocks placed on either side of my face waiting for an entry in my mouth got me hot.
Suvendu emerged from the shower and, noticing me in that negligee, let out a whistle. I was pleased to see his cock get erect instantly. He slipped into shorts and vest and said, “Let’s make the call to Joy.”
I nodded in the affirmative. He confidently picked up the intercom and summoned Joy to join us in the bedroom. My heart started beating fast. Joy didn’t waste much time to arrive at the room. His eyes popped out to see me in the negligee.
If his father got an instant erection, it would naturally have a similar effect on him. Slyly I was pleased to see an emerging bulge in his shorts too. It was a wonderful feeling that at the age of forty-five, I could make two men hard for me at the same time.
“Welcome, Joy,” Suvendu spoke enthusiastically. “We have decided to give you a live show as per your wishes.”
“Thanks, Dad, and thanks, mom, that you’ve agreed. Mom, you’re looking really hot.”
“I am sure she will look hotter without it, eventually. Joy, take a seat on that sofa, be comfortable, and let’s start with some warm-up. It’s not every day a child gets to see his parents in action.”
Joy obediently took the seat, and Suvendu started the proceedings by drawing me close and kiss me deeply. At the same time, his hands gently massaged my boobs over the negligee. An audible sigh emerged from Joy’s mouth, which got me excited further.
Fucking him on the sly and one to one is a different experience. Fucking his father in his physical presence was rather kinky. Joy later admitted it had stoked his urges to an incredible level. The anticipation of me getting undressed by his father was a major factor for him.
For Suvendu and me, it was an absolutely novel experience. For the first time in our lives, we were about to fuck in the presence of another man. The fact that he is our son added ignition to our mutual carnal fuel.
As we kissed passionately, moans of pleasure emitted from our throats. It started having an electrifying effect on the cocks of both my husband and son. Suvendu put his palms on my shoulders.
He peeled down my negligee in a slow, teasing fashion to reveal my 34 D boobs, with the nipples fully erect in excitement. I tried to cover them with my palms, but Suvendu pushed them down firmly.
“Come on, Soni, let Joy watch without hindrance. Joy, have a good look at what you have been fantasizing about. These are size 34D. Like what you see? Don’t be a silent spectator. Do keep commenting from the heart. Today is the day to break all silence.”
The encouragement opened up Joy’s verbosity. However, he played out the part of seeing his mom’s boobs for the first time. We, both mother and son, knew we had to play out our parts to perfection.
“Oh, mom, those must be the best pair of boobs I have ever seen, and those nipples are just like ripe grapes.”
“Thanks, son,” I also opened up. “You had some trouble when I suckled you as a toddler.”
Suvendu was known in his profession, business takeovers, for his timing to seize the moment. Then I realized how good he was when he spoke.
“Well, that won’t be a problem if you suckle him now darling. Why don’t you check it out? Come, Joy, relive your baby days in an adult manner.”
I whispered feeble protests, “Suvendu, isn’t it too fast?” and tried to think of something else to say. But before that, Joy had got up from his seat and walked up to us. He stood by the bed and hungrily gazing at my unrobed boobs.
Suvendu put a gentle finger on my lips and, with the other hand, pulled me by the waist so that I stood right in front of my son.
“Come on, Soni, it’s not the first time your nipples will be in your son’s mouth. Joy, don’t you want to touch those gorgeous boobs and suck on those ripe, juicy nipples?”
“Yes,, dad, I really do.” He answered honestly.
“Then go ahead, son. I assure you no one is going to stop you.”
Joy gave a moan of pleasure as his itching palms and fingers sank into my boobs. Simultaneously my left nipple disappeared into his mouth. My body shook with excitement. Suvendu also let out a deep sigh of bestial pleasure.
Finally his wife’s boobs and nipples were in possession of another man. For me, Joy’s authorized touch was an exhilarating feeling. I didn’t have to fake my physical and verbal responses, as they were genuine.
Joy squeezed my boobs with wanton lust and sucked on my nipples alternating between the left and right. I found my hands grabbing his hair and ruffling his hair as if encouraging him to suck and squeeze with more energy. This got my hubby further excited.
“So, son, how does it feel to suck your mother’s boobs?”
Joy moved his mouth away and answered honestly, “Incredible, dad, incredible. Oh, mom, how I can thank you for letting me squeeze your boobs and suck your nipples. Mom, these are much better than I ever imagined. How soft yet so firm and so tasty. Feel like having more of them.”
He opened his mouth wide and sucked my juicy boob as if it had honey in it. He started gobbling it like a glutton. He alternated with the left after a minute.
He started an alternate motion with each boob, which got my juices flowing and Suvendu getting harder. My words added to the lust laden atmosphere.
“Do whatever pleases you, son. You’re having almost half of my boobs inside your mouth. Suck them to your heart’s content. Your dad told me you have been literally torturing yourself thinking about me. Now no more fantasy, take the real me. How can a mother remain ignorant of her son’s needs? And seems you are a natural, and learn the lessons of lust quickly.”
Our talks and activities were accentuated by the slurping and sloppy sounds emitted from Joy’s mouth as he fed on my boobs. He continued for at least six to seven minutes. Then he stopped and said, “Mom, I want to see all of you. Dad, can I?”
“Of course you can see, son. Why don’t you disrobe your mom yourself?”
Suvendu’s assuring voice was an authentic encouragement. Joy got down on his knees and peeled down the negligee to my waist, revealing my gym-toned enviable stomach. Both father and son gasped in excitement.
Joy groaned exasperatedly, “Oh, mom, this is unbelievable. I have dreamt of your abdomen so many times. Wow, even Britney Spears and Shakira would cut off their hands just to have abs like yours. And that navel of yours, ah, so inviting and so deep. Mom, I can’t help myself. I got to feel it and kiss it.”
Without permission from Suvendu or me, my son started to caress my stomach. He planted plant kisses all over my stomach and particularly around the navel. Finally, he started to explore the depths of my navel with his probing tongue. This drew out gasps and moans of pleasure from the depths of my throat.
It got both father and son reciprocating with loud moans of excitement. I grabbed my son’s hair in the throes of passion. I caught hold of my husband, grabbing at his cock in tremendous excitement. He was experiencing a hard-on like never before in his life.
It was his fantasy coming true, his wife being explored by another man and that too his own son. Joy kept exploring my sumptuous stomach. Suvendu got behind me and started fondling my boobs and gently nudging his hard rock erection against my ass.
“Mind if I join my son?” he asked gently.
“Of course not, dad. In fact, that has been a long-standing dream of mine.” Joy answered quickly and went on analyzing my stomach.
My whole body shuddered tremendously as I was being touched by two men at the same time for the first time in my life. There was no fear as both these men mattered the most in my life. I loved them both, and they would never do anything to hurt me.
For my female readers, I must confess, the experience of having two men together should be undergone, at least once in a life by all women. If they are the right partners, the sheer ecstasy is difficult to express in words. It makes you so much wanted and your own level of desires also get tested.
After another three minutes, Joy moved his face and sighed in satisfaction. “That is the tastiest nave on this planet, mom. Now I feel like seeing more of you. Dad, can I go ahead?”
“You’re not here to hold back, son. Do whatever your heart wants.”
I also encouraged him, “My dear son, when we have crossed the initial boundary, don’t deny yourself any pleasure. Mom and dad both want you to enjoy this to the fullest.”
“I know what you want, son. Go ahead and get your mom totally naked, with your own hands.”
Being encouraged by both, Joy didn’t waste any extra moment. In a swift downward movement of his hands pulled down the negligee to my ankles. He gasped out loud at the heavenly sight of my naked pussy. Not wearing panties was my idea.
“Like what you see, son?” Suvendu asked naughtily.
“Dad, what a wonderful pussy mom has got. I have never seen such a lovelier pussy in all the porn I have seen so far.”
“And neither will you see such in porn, son. This is premium pussy that your dad has been fucking for twenty-five years.”
I spoke with playful coyness, “Oh, you shameless men.” I was thoroughly enjoying the dirty male talk actually. I could not yet digest the fact that I was sexually handled, at the same time, by my husband and my son.
Joy had grown bold and planted a sloppy kiss on the pussy mound and started planting more. My body shook with the immense sensations caused by the fondling of my boobs by my hubby, the kisses of my son on my pussy, and the nudges of my hubby’s cock on my ass in this awesome threesome.
Little did I know till then that a Pandora’s Box of indescribable pleasure would be sweeping me over and over, like a giant tsunami.