My name is Richard. I’m 48 years old, and for the last six months I’ve lived in a nightmare that I can’t wake up from — a nightmare that makes my cock rock hard every single night.
It started innocently enough. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
My wife Karen is 44 but looks ten years younger. Voluptuous body, huge natural tits, thick ass, and a sexual appetite that never faded. Our son Jake is 20, tall, athletic, and hung like a horse — something I unfortunately walked in on one day when he was changing.
I should have said something then. But I didn’t.
One Friday night I came home early from a business trip. The house was quiet except for moans coming from our bedroom. I crept up the stairs, heart pounding, and pushed the door open just enough to see.
Karen was on her back, legs wrapped around our son’s waist. Jake was balls-deep inside his own mother, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Her massive tits bounced wildly as she moaned like a whore.
“Harder, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy harder!”
Jake growled and slammed into her, making her cry out. The wet slapping sounds of his heavy balls hitting her ass filled the room.
I stood there frozen, cock instantly hard in my pants, watching my own son destroy my wife’s cunt.
Karen spotted me first. Instead of panic, a wicked smile spread across her face.
“Look who’s home early,” she purred, not missing a single thrust. “Come in, honey. Come watch your son fuck me properly.”
Jake didn’t even slow down. He just looked over his shoulder at me and smirked.
I stepped inside like a zombie. Karen reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to the bed.
“Sit down, cuck. Watch how a real man fucks your wife.”
I sat in the chair beside our bed, unable to look away as my son continued pounding my wife. Karen’s eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time.
“You like watching, don’t you?” she moaned. “You like seeing Jake’s big cock stretching Mommy’s married pussy?”
I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.
Jake started fucking her even harder, showing off. He pulled her legs back until her knees were by her ears and drove his thick cock straight down into her.
“Tell him, Mom,” Jake grunted. “Tell Dad how much better I am.”
Karen laughed breathlessly between moans.
“Your father’s cock has never made me cum like this. Not once in twenty-two years. But Jake… fuck, baby, you make Mommy cum so easily.”
She came hard on our son’s cock, squirting all over his abs while screaming his name. Jake didn’t stop. He kept railing her through her orgasm until she was shaking.
Finally, with a deep groan, Jake buried himself to the balls and unloaded. I watched his balls pulse as he pumped rope after thick rope of cum deep into my wife’s womb.
When he pulled out, a massive flood of his young, potent seed poured from Karen’s gaping pussy.
She looked at me with pure dominance.
“Crawl here, Richard. Clean your son’s cum out of Mommy’s pussy.”
I hesitated for half a second.
Karen’s voice turned ice cold. “Now. Or I’ll make Jake fuck me every single night and never let you touch me again.”
I crawled between her legs like a dog and pressed my mouth to her cum-filled cunt. The taste was overwhelming — thick, salty, musky. I licked and sucked, swallowing my own son’s load while Karen stroked my hair and moaned softly.
“Good boy. This is your new place. Watching and cleaning.”
That was just the beginning.
From that night on, Karen and Jake stopped hiding it. Almost every day after I got home from work, I would find them fucking somewhere in the house. On the couch, in the kitchen, even in our marital bed while I was forced to watch from the chair.
Karen became crueler with her words.
“Look at your father’s tiny dick, Jake. Pathetic, isn’t it? No wonder I need your big cock every day.”
Jake would laugh and fuck her even harder, making sure I had the perfect view of his thick shaft stretching my wife’s pussy.
One night Karen made me lie on my back under them in a 69 position while Jake fucked her doggy style right above my face. Every thrust pushed his balls against my forehead and his cum eventually dripped straight into my open mouth.
“Swallow it all, cuck,” Karen ordered. “Drink your son’s cum while he breeds me.”
The most humiliating night came three weeks ago.
Karen made me sit right beside the bed and hold her legs back while Jake fucked her in missionary. She looked me dead in the eyes the entire time.
“Tell your son how much you love watching him fuck me,” she demanded.
I swallowed hard. “I… I love watching you fuck our son.”
“Louder,” she snapped.
“I love watching Jake fuck you!” I almost shouted, voice cracking.
Jake laughed and started pounding her mercilessly.
“Tell him you want him to cum inside me.”
“I want you to cum inside your mother,” I whispered.
Jake grinned. “Say it like you mean it, Dad.”
“I want you to cum inside Mommy’s pussy!” I cried out.
Karen came hard, screaming, and Jake followed right after, pumping another massive load into her. When he pulled out, Karen grabbed my head and pushed my face into her overflowing cunt.
“Clean your son’s seed, loser. Every single drop belongs in your belly from now on.”
I licked her clean like an obedient pet while they both watched and laughed.
Now it’s become our daily routine.
Every evening when I get home, Karen greets me at the door and makes me kiss her pussy — just to check if she’s already been fucked that day. If she has, I clean her. If she hasn’t, I’m usually sent to the corner to watch while Jake breeds her again.
Last night was the most intense yet.
Karen made me lie on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. Jake fucked her missionary right above my face so that every thrust made his balls slap my forehead. When he was ready to cum, Karen looked down at me.
“Open your mouth, cuck.”
Jake pulled out at the last second and aimed his throbbing cock directly at my open mouth. Thick ropes of his cum shot across my tongue and face while Karen held my head in place.
“Swallow it,” she commanded.
I did. I swallowed my son’s load while my wife watched with a satisfied, dominant smile.
Karen leaned down and kissed my cum-covered lips softly.
“You’re such a good boy, Richard. Mommy and her big-dicked son are very proud of you.”
She stroked my hair gently.
“Now go make us dinner while I ride your son’s cock again. And don’t forget — tomorrow we’re inviting your brother over to watch too.”
