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Chapter 39: Dad_s Big Mistake_3

Even as he steadily sawed his pulsing fuck-pole in and out of her clenching cunt, he casually suggested, "I think we should send Dad a couple pictures of what we\'re doing."

"Have you lost your mind?!" Julie giggled at the absurdity of the suggestion.

"No... seriously!" He slowed his rutting down so they could discuss this.

She furrowed her brow and stared at him in disbelief.

He suggested, "He should share in this experience... don\'t you think?" Kyle said this knowing full well his father would be enraged.

Julie scoffed, "Yeah, he got to \'share in this\' yesterday when he heard me talking dirty to you. Have you forgotten how he reacted to that? We\'re lucky that didn\'t go much worse."

"Come on, Mom. It\'s not like he doesn\'t know exactly what we\'re doing. Just a few shots," Kyle asked.

"No way! You must be out of your mind!"

"Maybe... But did you notice the bulge in his slacks right before he went to work?"

She frowned as she thought back. "Now that you mentioned it, I did. I kind of dismissed that as a trick of the light or something though, because how could it be he was aroused just then?"

Kyle\'s enthusiasm grew, and he picked up the fucking pace somewhat. "He was TOTALLY aroused! And not for the first time either. I noticed he had an erection when he caught us yesterday too."

"Seriously?!" She was shocked, because that suggested a pattern instead of a fluke.

He nodded sincerely, because he really had seen that.

She was floored by his sincerity, and the implications. She usually was able to tell when he was lying to her. "But... but... how?! Why?! That makes no sense whatsoever!"

Kyle managed a shrug, even as he continued to thrust in and out of her tight cunt-tunnel. "Some guys, they\'re just that way. It\'s called being a cuckold. Have you heard about that?"

"Yeah, sure, but I\'ve been married to him nearly twenty years now, and trust me, he\'s no cuckold. I have the opposite problem, of worrying about his wandering eyes, and even his wandering hands. If anything, he\'s the kind of guy who would cuckold someone else."

Kyle said, "Yeah, well, that\'s what I figured too."

He thought back to how he\'d caught Jim banging his secretary, and he wondered if Dora might be married. But he wasn\'t even going to

hint about that, since that was part of the deal he\'d made. "Still, seeing is believing. Maybe this is all new to him too, and we just look too sexy together for him not to be aroused. Why not at least test that theory out? If it turns out I\'m right, that\'ll make everything way easier for everyone. If I\'m wrong, he\'ll get mad, but it\'ll blow over."

"Sweetie, I..." she started. But she stopped the objection she was going to make, because she realized she was intrigued. Very intrigued.

"Please!" he begged.

"I just don\'t know if..." she started again.

"Just a couple... please, Mom," Kyle said, bringing his body down against hers. "Just a test. See what happens. Small risk, big reward. Thing how great it\'ll be for all of us if he really does get off on you and me fucking!

He still had only been fucking her on a kind of "simmer mode," because it was tough to really go at it and keep a conversation going. But, to help convince her, he resumed powerfully driving his cock deep inside her vagina.

His renewed thrusts made her gasp a little. She complained, "Don\'t think you\'re going to fuck me into going along with this crazy idea!"

But in fact, that was exactly what was happening. He steadily humped into her for another minute or two, until he had her close to the edge of cumming yet again.

Then he softly brought his lips to her ear. "Come on, Mom... It\'ll be fun! Just think about posing for the pictures. Plus, don\'t you want to take some pictures of us doing it anyway?"

"You\'re rotten." Julie giggled. She decided she definitely wanted some pictures. Since she figured these few days would be the clear sexual highlight of her life, she would want some pictures to help her remember (and masturbate to) the experience in years to come.

She reluctantly said, "Well, maybe some picture taking. But just for us! We can\'t possibly send them to Jim anyway. That would be too dangerous. What if someone else sees?!"

About ten minutes later, Jim sat at his desk doing some work on his computer when his cell-phone chimed. He took it out of his pants pocket and saw that it was a text from his son and that there was a picture attached.

The text just said: "Hope you like this. Let us know right away if you don\'t. K."

What the hell would Kyle be sending me a picture of?! he thought.

Needless to say, after riding Julie\'s cunt for a good while, Kyle had got her to give in to the sending of pictures idea, even with her legitimate concern about the security issue.

Jim opened the attachment and gasped as he saw a picture of his wife and son having sex! Kyle was on top of Julie, and both of them were buck naked and sweaty. The cocky teen wore a shit-eating grin for the camera. On the pillow beneath him, Julie\'s head was tilted back and her back was arched. Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape as if she was being struck with a powerful orgasm.

In fact, it occurred to Jim, Holy FUCK! At first, I thought it was a Photoshopped fake or something. But such a pose can\'t be faked, and she IS in the middle of a powerful orgasm! Thanks to our son fucking the hell out of her! They must have used a timer to take it, since it\'s

clear nobody is holding the camera. I know they both know how to do that.

His stomach was twisting and turning. He worried he was going to vomit all over his desk. But he couldn\'t stop staring at the way his wife\'s arms and long sexy legs were wrapped tightly around their son, clutching him desperately.

Then Jim\'s phone pinged, because another text came in.

This one read: "Mom and I thought you\'d like to be a part of the baby\'s conception. Enjoy! K."

"You little fuck!" Jim spat angrily at the phone. "\'Enjoy?!\' Is he fucking deranged?! I\'ll kill him!"

Luckily, he had his own office, with a closed and locked door, so nobody else saw or heard his reaction.

As he sat there fuming, but also still closely examining the photo, he felt his penis start to stir and then engorge. He sighed in frustration at the way his body was betraying his mind. "Motherfucking son of a bitch!"

His mind reeled in confusion. What the fuck is happening to me?! How can I be aroused by this sick shit?! I\'ve never been so outraged in my life! I hate it! Hate it, hate it, hate it!

Just then, another text arrived with a photo attachment. He couldn\'t help but open it.

This one was a close-up shot of his son\'s cock buried nearly to the balls inside his wife\'s pussy, with just a couple inches of his thick

pole showing. He noticed how his Julie\'s labia was stretched tight around the fat shaft of his son\'s pecker. There was a frothy juice trickling down onto her butt-hole.

Underneath was written: "Mom\'s favorite... she took this pic while I was cumming in her. The feeling of plowing repeatedly against the soft head of Mom\'s cervix is out of this world. Wow! I\'ve never cum this hard! Thx so much for giving me permission to do this! K."

Jim was beside himself with anger at this point. God fucking dammit! This is an outrage! Not only is my son throwing it in my face that he\'s at home fucking MY wife, but he\'s also proudly showing off the size of his damn cock! Which, unfortunately, is a fucking baseball bat!

For the next ten minutes, Jim sat at his desk, his work totally forgotten. Even though he continued to be dangerously close to throwing up in disgust, his penis remained so erect, and he was so insanely aroused in general, that he darkly wondered which would happen first, vomiting or spontaneous ejaculation. He felt utterly miserable.

He fought it as long as he could, but finally he decided to call Julie on his cell phone and give her a piece of his mind.

As soon as Julie answered, he barked at her, "Are the two of you sick?! Insane?! On some kind of death wish, maybe?! What the hell makes you think I want to see your depraved photos?!"

To his complete shock, Julie merely innocently asked, "So, you don\'t want us to send more photos like that?!"

The question hit him like a two-by-four to the head, due to his reaction. At first, he was going to indignantly complain that she really had to be insane to even suggest that. But his extreme arousal hadn\'t gone away, and some other part of him was fascinated at what other

photos might look like. He\'d never felt so horny in his life, and his mind raced with wild imaginings of more fuck photos. He wanted to see those. Worse, he pretty much needed to see them!

As a result, he didn\'t know what to say. He was torn in two, between wanting to tell his wife to go fuck off and practically wanting to beg for more photos.

He tried to somehow thread the needle and retain some dignity along the way. "I don\'t want to see more photos like that. No way! But, on the other hand, it\'s probably important that I keep an eye on you to make sure things don\'t get out of hand. You promised to be dispassionate and clinical. What happened to that?! I\'ll hate it, but maybe it\'s for the best that you send me more photos since that\'s the only way I can keep an eye on you from my office."

Kyle and Julie looked at each other in excitement and amazement. As it so happened, Kyle was balls-deep in her while she was sitting up on him, riding him cowgirl-style. They shared a victorious look, because Jim\'s bizarre answer made no sense unless he was getting some kind of sick thrill from seeing the pictures. His "getting out of hand" worry was obvious bullshit, since the last two pictures showed that things already had gotten way out of hand. The whole "clinical" approach was long gone, and all three of them knew it.

Mother and son shared a victorious look with each other, and then silently high-fived. Julie had been frozen in place since the phone call began, but she was so ecstatic that she resumed churning her hot cunt all over her son\'s huge boner.

She somehow managed to say into the phone with a straight face, "That makes sense, Honey. We can do that if you want."

Jim silently sighed with relief, not realizing that they\'d caught on to the fact he was uncontrollably aroused by thoughts and images of his son fucking the living hell out of his wife. He tried to keep the

ruse going. "I think that\'s for the best, even though I\'ll hate every minute. You said you want me to be a part of the process, huh?! Fine! I agree, if only to help keep things under control and save my marriage. From now on, I wanna know when, where, and how you and him are having intercourse! Do you understand?" Jim barked this out as if he was issuing an ominous threat.

"You\'re serious?!" Julie asked. She was trying to play along, and it was hard for her not to sound overjoyed, especially since she was tripping out on lust from the continued fuck rhythm.

"Dead serious! Is that a problem?" Jim asked in his best no-nonsense, commanding tone, like he was forcing her to something she didn\'t want to do.

Julie struggled to keep up with her husband\'s bizarre suggestions. She had to bring her fuck-grinding to a near halt so she could fully focus on the phone call. "Well, Honey... No... it\'s no problem at all. It just kinda surprises me after the fit you threw yesterday. Do you really wanna be this involved?"

"Well, I think I have a right... as your husband... and father of this baby... don\'t you?" he asked. Even as he did so, he had to wince at his own words. He felt like some spirit had taken possession of his mouth, forcing him to say things he never would have said in a million years. But his strange arousal was in control.

"Okaaaayyy..." Julie said carefully. "Just to confirm, you want us to send you MORE pictures like the two we just sent you?! Some of the pictures might get a bit... racy." The "racy" comment was a laughable understatement.

He griped, "I don\'t \'want\' it. I hate it! But I feel like I have no choice. Someone needs to keep an eye on you two, and who else can it be but me?"

She responded, "Yes, but... Jim, I know you... If I do this... it\'s just gonna get you worked up into a jealous frenzy again. Isn\'t it?" Even as she said that, she couldn\'t resist squeezing her pussy walls repeatedly around her son\'s fully sheathed boner.

Kyle was taken by surprise by her talented cunt. He had to clasp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from letting out some very erotic moans.

Jim was frustrated, because he knew his wife was right. He was almost certain he going to work himself up into a "jealousy frenzy" again sooner or later. In fact, he was feeling that way at the moment so much so that he could barely contain himself and stay civil. The problem for him was that his lust was even stronger, and somehow his jealousy and anger heightened his arousal even more.

But he realized he would have to keep those feeling in check if he wanted to continue to ride this crazy train of jealousy and lust, including getting to see more pictures. "Tell you what... If you\'re honest with me, I promise I won\'t let it bother me... and I won\'t give you and Kyle a hard time." Once again, he had to wince, because he could scarcely believe the words coming from his mouth.

"You mean it?" Julie asked. She was tripping on extreme arousal, slowly churning her hips on his son\'s rampant flag pole some more. Now that the phone call was going well, she was really getting off on the fact that she was secretly fucking her son while casually talking to her husband.

Jim confessed, "Yes. I guess if I\'m honest... I\'ve just been driving myself crazy... sitting here at my desk, unable to work. All I\'m doing is wondering about you and our son. I think it would be easier if I just knew... some of the details. As painful as seeing more pictures is going to be, it\'s better knowing than not knowing and thus having my mind run wild."

That was how he really felt. Not knowing was torture. But it was ironic, because there was virtually no scenario he could imagine that was "worse" than what was actually happening and what the pictures he\'d seen showed. Basically, he was screwed either way.

"Okay," Julie\'s soft voice answered.

She had to bite her lip, because Kyle had reached up and was fondling her huge, bouncy tits. She could handle that much, but he\'d begun rolling one of her nipples between his fingers as well.

She silently chuckled, and mouthed the words, "You naughty boy!" But she didn\'t try to stop him. She calculated the phone call was ending soon, and hopefully she wouldn\'t let out a tell-tale erotic moan before it did.

Even though she was managing to keep the sexual noises relatively quiet, Jim couldn\'t resist asking, "So... what are you two doing now?"

Her voice turned harsh. "Trust me, you don\'t want to know."

That cryptic comment caused his lust to soar so much that he was sorely tempted to unzip his fly and jack off, even though he was in his office. His imagination ran wild, intensifying his jealousy and anger along with his arousal.

He whined, "Please! Like I said, it\'s better for me knowing than not knowing and just wildly speculating."

She sighed. "Fine. You asked for it. If you must know, we were busy making babies when you called unexpectedly, and we\'re still at it!"

He nearly swooned with his bizarre cuckold lust. "Seriously?!"

"Seriously. Kyle is lying on the bed, your and my bed in the master bedroom, and I\'m sitting up on him, riding him like a cowgirl! We\'ve paused for your phone call, but once it\'s done I\'m sure we\'ll get right back at it."

In fact, they hadn\'t really paused much, as she was churning and grinding up and down even more. But she was trying to be at least a little bit diplomatic, since she still found it hard to believe her husband got off on this sort of thing.

Jim was so overcome by jealousy and lust that he realized his cell phone was trembling in his hand. He whispered in awe, "Oh my God!" Then, after a pause, he asked breathlessly, "Are you... are you naked?!"

She growled impatiently, "Of course I\'m naked! So is he. I doubt I\'ll bother to wear a stitch of clothing all day! He can hardly breed me if I\'m fully clothed, can he?! Sheesh!"

It hit Jim all over again that his son was on a mission to impregnate his wife, and that was too arousing for him to even contemplate. He had to strain with all his might to avoid cumming on the spot, into his underwear and slacks. He was so close to the edge that he could barely speak through clenched teeth. "Well, don\'t... don\'t... get carried... away!"

She rolled her eyes in disgust, while rotating her hips on her son\'s thick meat like she was churning a butter churn. She was secretly relieved that the phone call was confirming her husband appeared to be some kind of cuckold, but at the same time she was disappointed that he was sounding so wimpy and docile. After all, she figured she was hitched to him for life. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she griped, "We\'ll be careful. Now, I\'ve gotta go."

She was about to hang up the phone, but she couldn\'t resist adding, "I can feel Kyle\'s big fat cock flexing inside of me. Oh God! And I\'m riding on it! Up and down and all around! It feels soooo good! Does that help you? Is that better than not knowing?"

"Ummm..." Jim was speechless. But his heavy panting betrayed his insane arousal.

She finished, with her own increasingly heavy breathing, "We\'ve got a LOT of breeding here to do. Soooo much... breeding! UNGH! I\'ll send you some more pictures soon. Bye!"

As soon as she heard the click of the phone call ending, she tossed her cell phone off the bed and onto the plush carpet. Then she cried out, "Son, did you just hear me, we\'ve got lots of breeding to do, so breed meeeee!"

Mother and son were so worked up from the successful phone call (from their point of view) that they kicked their fucking efforts into high gear. Soon, sweat was flying off their faces as their bodies vigorously slapped against each other. Kyle\'s huge battering ram pounded deeper and deeper into her hot, tight cunt as he humped up as much as he could. But even better and more effective was the way she essentially skewered herself up and down on him, over and over again!

After hanging up, Jim sat there for a bit wondering what the hell he just did. His erection was still so stiff and insistent that it was painful. He was even more tempted to unzip his fly and masturbate, but he\'d never done that in his office before and he felt undignified to start now. He was a financial analyst in a three-piece suit in a high class downtown skyscraper, after all.

He knew he\'d be cumming in a matter of seconds if he let himself go. But to do that would mean having physical proof that he was really getting off on his son fucking his wife. As long as it was only in his

mind, he could still delude himself that those feelings weren\'t really real.

He continued to sit with his eyes closed, trying to get his overemotional mind to calm down. It wasn\'t working. He pondered, Would it really be easier for me to know, rather than to wonder? God! I have no fucking idea. But what\'s done is done. I can\'t take that call back. Besides, I hate uncertainty.

Another ten minutes passed for him. He felt he was stuck in a rut and unable to get out. There was no way in hell he was going to get any work done, so he didn\'t even make a pretense of trying. He just kept his eyes closed or stared vacantly into space with lustful thoughts about what was possibly going on in his bed at home.

He was snapped out of his trance by a text on his phone.

It was from Julie and read: "KYLE\'S BED. ME ON TOP. I LUV YOU!" (She was writing in all caps to make clear that the note was from her and not Kyle.)

Jim heart was racing, his face burning with jealous excitement. He tried to picture them going at it on Kyle\'s twin bed. He could envision it so very vividly in his mind: a busty middle-aged mother straddling her teenage son, bouncing on his big dick while her huge hanging tits flopped around wildly above his eyes.

Another minute passed. Then he was sent an attached photo that showed exactly what she\'d said. It matched the images created by his fevered imagination almost exactly. But he reveled in examining the details, such as seeing the lines of sweat trickling down their naked bodies.

That picture was the final straw for him in the sense that he simply couldn\'t hold his lusty need back any longer. He frantically unzipped

his fly and directly grasped his boner. Before he could even start to stroke it, he felt the mother or all orgasms welling up inside of him and crossing the point of no return.

He\'d never contemplated ejaculating in his formal and fancy office before. He looked around frantically and spied a trash can next to his desk. He just barely had time to reach it and bring it in front of his crotch when he started to unload.

The relief he felt was simply indescribable. It was even better than the best sex he\'d had fucking his gorgeous wife.

But when his climax ended, his anger and jealousy came roaring back to the forefront of his mind. Worse, he now also had guilt and shame to deal with. He was disgusted at himself for ejaculating to thoughts of his son fucking his wife.

He muttered under his breath, "Motherfucking son of a bitch! What the fuck is happening to me?! This can\'t be for real. I\'m no cuckold. I hate it! HATE IT!"

He did hate what was happening, but that didn\'t lessen his arousal one bit. In fact, mere minutes after his orgasm, new lusty thoughts were swirling around his brain. After cleaning up his cummy mess by taking the trash out and furtively washing it clean, he sat back at his desk and tried to get some actual work done.

But it was no use. All he could think about was how much his wife had to be enjoying getting royally fucked by his son.

He lasted another ten minutes before he gave in and took another look at the three sexual pictures he\'d been sent. He couldn\'t stop staring at them and even closely examining every detail. Not surprisingly, that caused his arousal to rise higher.

He despised what was happening to himself with a passion. But it was like he was helpless to stop any of it. Kyle and Julie looked unbelievably sexy together. It was better than the best porn he\'d ever seen, and he\'d seen a lot of porn. He wanted to cry like a baby.

Chapter 10

It was nearly an hour later when Jim received the next text.

Julie wrote (while still using all caps so he\'d know it was her): "KYLE\'S BEEN DRILLING ME LIKE A JACKHAMMER FOR SOOOO LONG! HE JUST EJACULATED DEEP INSIDE ME. FINALLY! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I\'M SOOO PROUD OF HIM, JIM. I\'M ELEVATING MY HIPS TO HELP HIM BREED ME. LUV YOU HONEY!"

Jim groaned in agony. He\'d only just started doing some simple and mundane tasks a little while earlier. Now even that was going to be impossible. Fucking hell! You\'ve gotta be kidding me! They\'re been fucking non-stop all this time?! How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?! I\'ve never lasted half that long in my entire life. I\'m so screwed. Julie will never truly enjoy sex with me again!

He felt like he wanted to kill himself. But, at the same time, he discovered that he had a new erection that was just as powerful and irresistible as the last one. That made him moan out loud in frustration and agony.

He tried his hardest not to imagine all the orgasms his wife must have had during that hour. But the harder he tried, the more his thoughts ran wild with visions of her lost in the throes of ecstasy again and again and again.

His arousal was so intense that he could barely think straight. All he could do was pant heavily at his desk, like he was running a race. This is so FUCKED UP! Here I am, in utter misery. Meanwhile, my cocky asshole of a son is probably lying on top of my naked wife,

making googly eyes at her and whispering sweet nothings while endlessly playing with her big breasts. Hell, that\'s what I\'d do if I was in his shoes.

I\'m her husband, dammit! I have half a mind to rush over there and force them apart. The deal is off, period!

But I can\'t. FUCK! Kyle knows my terrible secret. As bad as things are, they could get a million times worse if he tells Julie everything about Dora. All I can do is just grin and bear it.

But I know one thing. I am NOT going to masturbate again! That was a moment of weakness, because I was just so damn confused. All my libido sees are two almost physically perfect people making incredible, athletic love, as if they were Greek gods and not mere mortals. How can I not want to cum from watching or thinking about the best porn imaginable?! Somehow, I forget they\'re actually my wife and my son. It will NEVER happen again, I swear it!

He attempted to get back to work. But he wound up staring at his computer screen, reading the same paragraph over and over again. He tried not to consciously admit it, but he was disappointed Julie only sent a text this time and not an accompanying photo as well.

Ten minutes later, his phone chimed again.

"You\'ve gotta be kidding." Jim muttered to himself. "Does this nightmare never end?!" Then he looked at his phone.

This time, Julie wrote, "IN THE SHOWER. KYLE\'S HOLDING ME. I\'M WET IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. MY LEGS ARE WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST. MY ARMS AROUND HIS NECK. HE\'S SO STRONG, JIM. SO INSATIABLE. I LUV HIM SOOO MUCH. SO PROUD. HE\'S GONNA BREED ME TODAY FOR SURE, SO DON\'T WORRY. I LUV U TOO!"

Jim was overcome with a wave of excitement. He pictured their fit and firm bodies, naked and glistening, as the water cascaded over them. He envisioned his wife, squirming and writhing while helplessly pinned against the wall. He could practically see his son\'s hips bucking powerfully, driving his long and thick peter deep into the warm wet sponginess of her strong, experienced cunt.

He pictured Julie\'s big bobbling tits as they slipped against their son\'s hairless chest, her nipples tingling and engorged.

This time, he couldn\'t consciously deny his longing to see a photograph or two of the shower action. In fact, that urge was so strong that about ten minutes later, he texted back: "Photos or it didn\'t happen."

He loathed himself for writing that. His jealousy was burning like an out of control wildfire. But he could have written another text to cancel that request, and he didn\'t.

An agonizingly slow five minutes later, he finally got the reply. There was a short note from Julie: "YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND. THX FOR BEING SO COOL ABT THIS. HERE\'S YOUR REWARD. (AND YES, HE\'S STILL DRILLING ME DEEP!)"

There was a picture attached. Jim could barely breathe, he was so excited to look at it.

The picture surpassed all his wild imaginings, because those were just thoughts and this was really real. Julie was standing while bending forward with her hands up above her head on the wall in front of her. It looked much like she was in position to get frisked by the police, except she was buck naked and soaking wet, and more water was pouring down on her. And instead of there being a cop in sight, her nude son was standing right behind her, fucking her doggy style. There was a significant gap between their bodies, and apparently Kyle only had the tip of his cockhead in her cunt, so most

of his long, thick shaft could be seen. Kyle also had his hands reaching around Julie so he was freely fondling her massive jugs. One of her fat knockers was mushed out of shape due to Kyle\'s vigorously kneading hands.

Julie\'s eyes were closed, which was a disappointment for Jim. But her head was tilted way back and her mouth was opened very wide, despite the shower water raining down on her. Clearly, she was lost in the throes of intense pleasure at the moment the photo had been taken.

The previous photos had been the most arousing things he\'d ever seen... until this one came along. This shower photo blew the others out of the water. He could have stared at it for hours, and in fact he realized he eventually probably would.

It was easy for him to imagine all the rivulets of water trickling down Julie\'s skin were Kyle\'s cum streaks instead! His body trembled as he imagined his wife that thoroughly covered in that much of his son\'s cum. He mused that she really could look like that, right now, if he was always cumming on her instead of inside of her.

Another minute passed. Then there was a short text from Julie. "JUST CHECKING: R U UPSET?! I\'M NEVER GOING TO FORGET THAT YOU\'RE MY HUBBY AND THIS IS JUST A TEMPORARY THREE DAY BREEDING INSANITY. LUV U!"

That made him feel a lot better. He quickly wrote back, "Luv u 2. I\'m hanging in there. I\'m in a no-win situation, but like I said, it\'s better for me knowing than not knowing. I realize Kyle is just doing what is expected of him." He wanted to add, "I just wish he wasn\'t so damn good at it," but after typing that sentence, he deleted it. Instead, he finished with, "We\'ll get through this together. Pls keep me in the loop."

Julie wrote back, "THX! U R THE BEST!"

But then the communication stopped for a long while.

He felt even more miserable than before. His arousal and erection simply wouldn\'t go away no matter what he did. He remained solely tempted to masturbate and ejaculate once more, but he was determined to keep his vow and not give in to his crazy cuckold desire.

Instead, he just sat there. Luckily, he didn\'t have any urgent meetings or a need to interact with co-workers, because he was a basket case. He even kept his secretary Dora at bay (the woman he\'d been having his secret affair with), telling her that he was dreadfully busy with vital work and nobody should come into his office for any reason, including her. His mind raced, torn between jealous rage and extreme arousal. Worse, he often felt both emotions at once, somehow tangled together.

Ever since Kyle had caught him with Dora, his affair had been put on hold. Technically, he\'d told Dora that their affair was over, but he wasn\'t sure if that was true. Dora was quite sexy in her own right (though different than Julie, with a slim, young figure) and she was head over heels in love with him, or at least in lust with him. They\'d been secretly fucking for months, and he knew that all he\'d have to do was say the word and Dora would gladly drop to her knees and blow him.

That was a highly tempting prospect, especially since his sexual confidence had been taking a severe battering. He longed for an ego boost. But he also dearly loved Julie, and was trying his hardest to save his marriage. Besides, he didn\'t want to go through the torture of being cuckolded for three days, only to get caught again and have his marriage go up in flames anyway.

So he was hanging in there, alone. Time dragged on painfully slowly. Already, it felt like the longest day of his life.

As he waited and waited, he wondered, Why is it that I\'ve had much more sex in the last six months with Dora than with Julie? I could say it was the thrill of the new, but I don\'t think that\'s the main reason. Julie is such a physically ideal sex goddess that sex with her never gets old. No, in light of seeing Kyle fuck her, I\'m wondering if it\'s because I somehow feel intimidated, like I\'m not quite good enough for her.

Sometimes, even before this "breeding" nightmare began, I\'ve had my secret fears, like there must have been some mistake and she married the wrong guy. I\'m a decently handsome man, maybe a seven on a one to ten scale. But if that\'s the scale, she\'s completely off the scale! Kyle would be like a solid ten, as good as a man can get, but she\'d be a twelve! At least!

Somehow, it just was easier with Dora. She\'s about a seven or an eight. We would make a much better sexual match if we were married, because I wouldn\'t have to try to be someone who I\'m not.

He spent a lot of time thinking about future texts and photos. He wondered, How long are they at it this time? Are they still fucking?! That can\'t even be physically possible, can it? I\'ll bet they\'re taking a nap. Please, God, tell me that they\'re napping! I\'m on the verge of a nervous breakdown as it is!

The next text from Julie came about forty-five minutes later.

She wrote: "KYLE AND I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER. BEST SHOWER EVER! BUT ALL HE DOES IS FUCK ME, SO DON\'T WORRY. NO BLOWJOBS OR TITFUCKS OR 69S OR THE LIKE. WE\'RE EXCLUSIVELY FOCUSED ON BREEDING. SPERM RUNNING DOWN MY LEG SO I NEED TO HURRY TO THE BED AND LET IT SOAK THROUGH MY CERVIX. LUV U!"

Jim was surprised that his anger was lessening and his arousal was rising. He couldn\'t help but still feel constant pangs of jealously, but overall, he was doing better with the situation. In fact, the thing that upset him the most was that he only got a text and no photo this time.

He thought bitterly, "All he does it fuck me, so don\'t worry." Is that some kind of joke?! Gee, thanks. No need for this clueless hubby to worry because my bombshell of a wife is ONLY getting fucked silly for hours on end. No problem there, because at least there\'s no blowjobs! Sheesh!

He was bitter, and then some. Jealousy, rage, confusion, shame, guilt, humiliation - these sorts of feelings were becoming his constant companions. But it was like all that was a dull roar that he was learning to live with. His lust was so intense that it overwhelmed all those other feelings. He still tried to fight the fact that he was incredibly turned on by thoughts and visions of Kyle and Julie fucking. But it seemed the more he fought those feelings, the stronger they got.

The only small thing he could feel good about was the fact that he was keeping to his vow not to masturbate. But that was becoming a problem because his erection would never go down, not even for a minute. The blue balls he was experiencing was getting to be quite painful.

A half hour later, Jim got another text.

"BEEN BREEDING ON OUR BED. KYLE ON TOP. SO HAPPY THAT U WANNA BE A PART OF THIS HONEY. I LUV U EVEN MORE."

He thought, Seriously?! They\'re still at it? STILL?! Fuck me! The way I figure, this is the fifth long fuck session between them since yesterday. Apparently, they haven\'t taken any significant naps yet.

And it\'s only two in the afternoon! They\'ll have the rest of the day and all the night together too!

Jim couldn\'t help but look at the clock incessantly, always waiting for Julie\'s next text.

He managed to find some mindless busy work to do on his computer. But that was the problem, that it was mindless. All his thoughts remained focused on what was happening at home, so keeping busy didn\'t help him.

He thought, How can two people fuck that much and not just drop dead from exhaustion? Why do they both have to be so damn fit? They\'re literally taking part in a sex marathon, probably burning as much energy as a real marathon. And my erection STILL won\'t go away. I\'m getting to the point where I\'ll be forced to masturbate soon, if those warnings about calling a doctor for erections lasting more than four hours have any truth to them.

An hour went by, but there still were no new texts or photos.

Another half an hour passed, and still nothing. He surmised that they probably were taking that nap after all. (In fact, he was right about that: all that fucking could exhaust anybody, even Kyle and Julie, with both of them at the peaks of their physical fitness and able to run real marathons after only a little bit of conditioning.)

After another half an hour, Jim couldn\'t handle the suspense any longer. He decided to text. He wrote: "Everything OK? Napping, maybe?"

An answer came soon after.

Julie wrote, "YEAH, WE HAD A NICE NAP. NOW IT\'S BACK TO BREEDING. KYLE\'S STILL ON TOP OF ME AND HE\'S ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME. HIS HEAD\'S NUZZLED AGAINST MY NECK LIKE A BABY. IT\'S SO CUTE. I THINK HE\'S A LOT LIKE YOU JIM. HE LIKES MY LEGS WRAPPED UP AROUND HIM, JUST LIKE YOU DO. MY ARMS ARE HOLDING HIM AGAINST ME WHILE WE ROCK."

Jim felt tremendous relief, even though he was baffled by that feeling. He told himself that it was removing the uncertainty, so he wouldn\'t fear that they were doing something worse. But that didn\'t make much sense, because he couldn\'t think of anything "worse" than the two of them fucking, especially since it sounded like they were more making love this time. It seemed certain they had to be bonding in a new way, thanks to their new physical intimacy.

He wrote back, "I hope he gets the job done soon."

Julie\'s reply came a minute later. "I\'M SURE HE WILL. SO MUCH OF HIS CUM IN ME. I\'M DROWNING IN IT! HE\'S SOOO STRONG JIM. SO HANDSOME. I LUV HIM SOOO MUCH. SLOW STEADY THRUSTING. OUR BODIES ARE DRIPPING WITH SWEAT. GONNA NEED ANOTHER SHOWER AFTER THIS I THINK. HEE-HEE! LUV U HONEY!"

His urge to cum was reaching a breaking point. He was practically feverish when he wrote, "P.O.I.D.H. (pics or it didn\'t happen)."

To his surprise, instead of getting the picture he craved, he got a phone call. It was Julie.

After some brief hellos back and forth, she asked him, "I\'ve got a nice picture or two to send you. But before I do, I just want to double and triple check that you\'re 100% okay with this. I remember how upset you were yesterday. I want to make sure that won\'t happen again."

Jim replied, "I get that. But trust me, it\'s the not knowing that gets me worked up and upset. When I find out what you\'re doing, with a picture, text, or call, then I feel a lot better. I can breathe again."

Julie asked, "Even when you see or hear evidence that we\'re fucking up a storm?"

He lied, "I can\'t really get upset at that, can I? That\'s exactly what the plan is. How can he breed you without cumming inside you? And how can he reach that point without getting worked up with lots of thrusting and all the rest?"

Julie was relieved, and sounded it. She still found it hard to believe that Jim was getting off on being cuckolded, even though the evidence to that effect was growing stronger and stronger. She gushed, "Oh, thank God! I\'m soooo glad to hear you say that. But do you really mean it? What if I tell you that he\'s fucking me right now?"

"Is he?!" Jim couldn\'t keep the lusty excitement out of his voice.

"He is!" She felt greatly encouraged by hearing that excitement, not to mention the heavy panting that Jim was unable to hide. "It\'s pretty much still exactly like I described in my last text or two. He\'s still on top of me, and his huge cock is fully impaled inside me. I\'m so proud of him! He\'s really become a man!"

Jim was incredulous. "How do you two manage to keep going? You\'re putting the Energizer Bunny to shame!"

"We are!" She giggled. Then she truthfully admitted, "But actually, we\'ve slowed down a lot since the shower. This morning, we were going at it pretty hot and heavy, but now it\'s more of a mellow coupling. He\'s all the way inside me most of the time, and we just kind of spoon together, wiggling and writhing, fondling and kissing,

whispering sweet nothings. It\'s heavenly! I feel he could fuck me like this for hours and hours without cumming a single time!"

Then she added while giggling, "For him, that is. Meanwhile, it feels like I\'m pretty much cumming non-stop!"

She knew her words had to be firing Jim\'s libido, due to his increasingly heavy panting. But just to be sure, after a pause, she asked, "Is that the sort of information you want to hear, so you don\'t feel that nagging uncertainty?"

Jim spoke with surprising honesty, "It\'s not like I WANT to hear that. In fact, I hate it. But I feel somehow that I HAVE to hear it. It\'s hard to explain, but that\'s how it is."

"Oh, I see," Julie said, even though she didn\'t understand him at all.

There was a long pause, while both of them tried to come up with what to say next.

During the silence, Jim heard some strange sexual noises over the phone line. He couldn\'t resist asking, "What\'s that I\'m hearing?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn\'t ask unless I did."

Julie honestly explained, "Mostly, that\'s the sound of your son slowly pounding in and out of me. Our privates are soaking wet, and even a bit frothy, so each thrust sounds a bit squishy, I guess."

All of a sudden, Jim felt such a rush of arousal that he nearly fainted. In a flash, his vow not to masturbate again was destroyed. It was as if he had no say in the matter whatsoever. He quietly unzipped his fly and started to furtively stroke his hard-on.

As he did that, he asked, "Is that all? I hear some other noises too."

There was a pause, and more strange noises. Then Julie responded, "I can\'t hear what you hear, but I can guess. Maybe you\'re hearing the sounds of Kyle playing with my breasts, or ass, or other parts of my naughty, naked body. His hands are always on the move. I\'ve long given up trying to stop him or slow him down. He treats my naked body like it\'s his personal playground, and I guess that\'s just how it is."

She belatedly added, "For the rest of the breeding session only, obviously. Of course."

"I see," Jim said noncommittally. He was trying to stay calm so his wife wouldn\'t realize his growing cuckold fetish. Unfortunately for that intention, he didn\'t realize how heavily he was breathing, or how much that gave away.

Julie added, "Or maybe you\'re hearing the sound of kissing. It seems that pretty much whenever I\'m not talking to you, he and I are making out. By the way, do you mind about that? At first, I was pretty adamantly against any sort of kissing. But so often we\'re fucking face to face, with our mouths practically touching anyway, like we are right now, and I figure it seems kind of silly to let him fuck me to his heart\'s content while objecting to mere kissing. Don\'t you agree?"

Jim was almost incapable of responding, because his arousal was soaring to dizzying heights. Actually, hearing the kissing details greatly pissed him off, because it suggested even more intimacy and pleasure that had little to nothing to do with impregnation. But he was so close to cumming that he was unable to explain his feelings.

Instead, all he could manage to say was, "Um, we\'ll talk about it later. Someone\'s knocking on the door. Gotta go!" That was a lie.

"Okay! Love you, Honey! And thanks again for being so understanding about all this! Remember that we\'re all about the breeding. That\'s why all those other sex acts I mentioned earlier are completely out of bounds."

"Right. Later!" He ended the call.

He was in a rush to get off the phone because he\'d crossed the point of no return. But this time he hadn\'t thought to get the trash can in place, since he was so distracted by the phone call. He wound up splashing his cum against the wooden paneling on one of the drawers of his fancy desk.

He hated himself for his inability to control his cuckold arousal. But then again, his orgasm was beyond the beyond. Like the last one, it felt better than the best sex he\'d ever had, probably because all of his emotions were magnified and intensified many times over.

Jim thought that was the end of the crazy roller coaster ride he\'d been on for hours. He felt much better after cumming, and he was thankful that his penis went flaccid and stayed that way. His guilt and shame threatened to come crashing in again, especially since he\'d broken his no masturbation vow, but he was so physically and emotionally exhausted that he simply decided to postpone that reckoning until later, and his mind was willing to go along with that.

He managed to get a towel, sponge, and some water, then clean away all evidence of his cummy mess.

After he did that, he tried to get back to work. He was relieved that he was finally able to do more than just mindless tasks. He dove into

some important paperwork with gusto, because keeping his mind busy helped keep his strange erotic thoughts at bay.

But his relative peace and productivity was shattered when he got another text twenty minutes later.

Julie wrote: "KYLE JUST HAD HIS ORGASM. YEAY! POOR BABY WAS REALLY GRUNTING AND GROANING AND THRUSTING IN AND OUT OF ME FOR SO LONG. I THINK IT WAS A REALLY STRONG ONE. I COULD FEEL HIS COCK PULSING FOR AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES AFTERWARDS! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A GALLON OF SPERM SLOSHING AROUND INSIDE ME. GONNA LET IT SOAK. LUV YA!"

Just like that, Jim\'s head reeled because his erotic feelings came roaring back with the power of a runaway freight train.

He had the small solace that although his mind was filled with obscene thoughts, at least his penis was staying flaccid this time. All those hours of blue balls had been an ordeal. He wasn\'t like his son, with an ability to get it up again and again and again with ease.

But even this solace was snatched from him a minute or two later, because Julie texted again, "OOPS! ALMOST FORGOT. THANKS FOR THE P.O.I.D.H. REMINDER." There was a picture attached.

As always, Jim couldn\'t resist the temptation of seeing what it was. This time, it was a close-up of Julie\'s pussy. Clearly, it had been through a hell of a battering! It was red and swollen from so much fucking.

But what took Jim\'s breath away were all the rivulets of cum leaking from her slit! Much of that wetness had to have been caused by her own arousal. That alone would have made it a remarkable photo, because her entire crotch was soaked, much more wet that he\'d ever seen. However, even more arresting was the fact that still more of the

wetness had to be Kyle\'s cum leaking from deep within her vagina. Upon close inspection, Kyle\'s cum was whiter and thicker than Julie\'s pussy juices. There was so much of it that Jim simply couldn\'t believe his eyes!

That\'s why his solace was ruined, because there was something about seeing his son\'s cum flowing from his wife\'s well-fucked pussy that drove him absolutely insane and gave him yet another raging erection.

By this point, it was impossible for him to deny that not only was he turned on by thoughts and images of Kyle and Julie fucking, but he was MORE turned on by that than anything else in his entire life! It was way more arousing even than getting to have his way with his wife\'s remarkable body in any manner he desired. He didn\'t understand why, but that was the reality.

However, he remained determined to fight these feelings. His hope was that if he resolutely refused to scratch his itch, the itch would slowly but surely fade away. He\'d had success with "mind over matter" when it came to actual poison ivy itches and such, and he didn\'t see why that approach would fail to work here.

So despite his boner, he resumed his vow not to masturbate. In fact, he redoubled his resolve on that matter.

He tried hard to focus on his office work the rest of the afternoon... but with only partial success at best. He simply couldn\'t help but picture a long and thick teenage cock squirting rope after rope deep inside his wife\'s warm, clutching cunt. Thanks to the last picture that had been sent, he thought just as much about her son\'s cum filling her vagina so much that some of it overflowed and made a large wet spot in the bed.

He thought, That\'s on MY bed, the very one I sleep in every night! Disgusting! I\'m making another vow, to buy a new bed and throw the

old one out, just as soon as her ovulation is finished and my living nightmare came to a merciful end.

Just before leaving for the day, Jim got another text.

"LIVING ROOM. DOGGIE-STYLE. SAY HI TO MOM AND DAD FOR ME. LUV U!"

It took Jim a half-hour to get to his parents\' house, and that text left him with another uncomfortable hard-on most of the drive there. He knew the route there well, so he drove as if on autopilot. That freed up his mind to imagine his son drilling Julie from behind... and much, much more. He envisioned his son\'s massive prick causing the cheeks of her strong, meaty buttocks to ripple, thanks to his incessant pounding.

He felt like a broken man, a shell of his former self. He couldn\'t even work up a righteous anger, due to the incestuous porn film playing in his head. It was a wonder he didn\'t crash the car.

Chapter 11

Just before getting out of his car to go into his parents\' house, he got a new text.

Julie wrote: "ON MY TUMMY ON THE COUCH. KYLE\'S LYING ON TOP OF ME, STILL HUMPING AWAY! HE\'S SO CUTE. HEE. I THINK HE\'S GONNA POP SOON, SO I\'VE GOTTA GO. ANOTHER BIG \'O\' COMING FOR ME, I\'M SURE. KISSES!"

Jim went inside and talked to his parents. The interaction seemed surreal. His body was in one place, but his mind was far away.

Ten minutes later, just after his kindly old mother served him some tea and biscuits, his cell phone chimed again.

This time, he had to be extra careful to read Julie\'s next text in a way that his parents couldn\'t see.

The text read, "KYLE JUST SQUIRTED HIS JIZZ. SO MUCH CUM INSIDE ME, BREEDING ME, FILLING UP! I FEEL LIKE HIS HELPLESS LITTLE FUCK TOY. IT FEELS GOOD! WEIRD, HUH? WE\'RE GONNA SHOWER AGAIN, SO GOTTA GO. LUV U."

There was another photo attached, but he had no choice but to put off looking at it, since his mother and father were sitting only a few feet away from him.

Jim\'s mother saw some strange expressions cross Jim\'s face immediately after he read the latest text. She asked, "Darling, you seem distracted. In fact, you\'ve been kind of \'off\' ever since you arrived. Is everything okay at home?"

"Sure, everything\'s fine, Mom." Jim forced a fake smile. He brazenly lied, "There\'s absolutely nothing wrong at home. Julie and Kyle are doing great. But I\'m having some work issues. I thought that by coming here, I could get away from it all and clear my head.

He thought bitterly, They are doing great, too great. That\'s the problem!

His mother replied, "Oh, I see. Well, you certainly can do that any time you want. Our house is your house, as always." She gave him a warm smile, like the kindly grandmother that she was.

Jim mused, Maybe I should come clean to my parents, and get their advice. What should I say? "Hey, Mom and Dad, guess what? I\'ve

been fucking my secretary for the last six months, until Kyle caught me in the act. So when he offered to fuck a baby into Julie in return for not telling her, I couldn\'t say no. But, funny thing. It turns out he\'s some kind of impossibly endowed and unstoppable sex god! He\'s literally been fucking his mommy all day long, for hours! And she loves it! She\'s probably orgasmed dozens of times already. But here\'s the craziest part of all: I can\'t help but get extremely aroused by it all! Anyway, that\'s my day, so you can see I\'m a little tired out from worrying with an insistent erection the whole time. My marriage is fucked, and I can\'t do a damn thing about it. How are things with you?"

He wanted to laugh deliriously, because the idea of telling his parents or anyone else any of that was so ridiculous. If he did, they possibly would have heart attacks and die.

Jim decided to watch a baseball game with his own father to take his mind off his wife and son and all their rampant fucking. He didn\'t even like baseball, but even the football preseason hadn\'t started yet, and he was desperate for anything to occupy his mind.

It wasn\'t long before the next chime of his cell phone spoiled that idea.

"ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR, CLINGING ONTO HIM AGAIN. HE\'S SO STRONG JIM. IT\'S AMAZING HOW QUICKLY HE CAN BOUNCE BACK. HE\'S THRUSTING SOOO HARD. SOOO MUCH STAMINA. I CAN HARDLY WRITE, BECAUSE I FEEL SO FUCKED TO DEATH! BYE FOR NOW. KISSES! J."

That text got his motor running so much that he decided he just had to see the photo that had been sent a little while earlier. He snuck off to the bathroom and pulled out his phone.

The relevant text with the picture had said, "KYLE JUST SQUIRTED HIS JIZZ," but didn\'t mention other details of where and how.

However, it turned out that was a good description, because the picture was of exactly that. Unlike all the previous photos that focused mostly or exclusively on Julie, this one was mainly of Kyle. One could see Julie\'s battered cunt and a few inches of Kyle\'s cock sticking out of it. But the rest of the picture was Kyle\'s muscular nude body with a focus on was his face. His head was thrown back and his eyes were rolled up into his head. It looked like he was experiencing the greatest orgasm of his entire life!

Jim ruefully figured that was almost certainly true, with the notable caveat that Kyle had doubtless had other orgasms of that remarkable caliber since the motherfucking began yesterday. Jim felt crushed to realize that he almost certainly would never feel that sort of pleasure, no matter how long he lived or what he did. He\'d fucked the exact same woman for years, yet had never come close. His two recent masturbation climaxes had been epic by his standards, but he figured Kyle was operating on an entirely different level. Jim just wasn\'t built like a "sex god."

Jim wanted to masturbate to the picture, as well as earlier pictures. He particularly wanted to look at the doggy-style fuck in the shower photo a lot more. But there was no lock on the bathroom door in his parents\' house and it was next to impossible for him to get much privacy while he was there in any case.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes of Jim examining the newest picture, his mother knocked on the bathroom door and asked him why he was taking so long and why she hadn\'t heard any flushing yet.

He was forced to put his phone away and go through the motions of going to the bathroom, in order to make all the proper sounds.

Not long after returning to his parents\' living room, he got yet another text. This time, it was actually from Kyle.

It read, "Hey, Dad! Tnx for being so good about all this. My dick is soooo sore! I\'m totally beat too. Luckily, we\'re just chilling out and eating dinner. But it\'s totally great \'cos Mom\'s sitting on my lap naked and fully impaled on my junk! She\'s doing this thing where she repeatedly squeezes with her pussy walls that feels great even when we\'re both tired and can hardly move. And we\'re feeding each other bites of food like we\'re toddlers or something. Cool, huh? Anyway, if you\'re feeling too jealous or whatever, let us know. Although we can\'t really stop. Gotta breed her while her egg is ready! Later! K."

Jim wanted to stand up and stomp around, and curse the heavens. Motherfucking son of a bitch! Lucky bastard! He fucking IS a motherfucker! What a cocky little shit! He was probably smirking like a jackass as he wrote that, while MY wife fucks him in his lap! At OUR dining table, probably while sitting in MY chair! Fuuuuuuuuck!

But he was paralyzed. With his father sitting a few feet away, he felt like he couldn\'t say or do anything in response. He wanted to write an angry text message back, but he didn\'t even dare do that. He figured the worst of all worlds would be if Kyle revealed his adultery secret AFTER getting to fuck her so very much. He was forced to be on his best behavior.

A half hour later, Jim was flopped out on an easy chair, still in the living room. His father was absorbed by the baseball game, but Jim was so bored by that he\'d closed his eyes and he was drifting and out of consciousness. He was exhausted. Although he hadn\'t done much all day except sit at his office desk, the mix of lust, jealousy, guilt, shame, and much more was so intense that he felt completely emotionally drained.

Then another text came. The pinging sound caused him to become fully awake in a hurry.

Thankfully, his father was so involved in the game that he was able to read the message without having to sneak off.

This time, Julie wrote: "KYLE\'S FAT COCK JUST FLOODED MY PUSSY YET AGAIN! IS HE INSATIABLE OR WHAT? YOU HELPED RAISE A REAL LADY KILLER AND PUSSY TAMER, THAT\'S FOR SURE! RIGHT NOW, I\'M JUST HOLDING HIM AGAINST MY NAKED BODY WHILE WE ROCK. SOMETIMES HIS COCK STAYS ERECT FOR A FEW MINUTES AFTER HE\'S BLASTED A LOAD INSIDE ME. ISN\'T THAT INCREDIBLE? I CAN FEEL THEM: THE BILLIONS OF POTENT SPERM SWIMMING TOWARDS MY EGG. IT WONT BE LONG NOW UNTIL HE\'S BRED ME FOR SURE. LUV YOU HONEY!"

Jim was plunged into the pit of despair yet again. His jealousy soared still higher. He was downright incredulous that Kyle could keep going well into the evening. He wanted still more photos to prove it. He also was feeling increasingly inadequate.

He thought, If even a small fraction of what Julie is claiming is true, I can\'t see how my wife will ever enjoy sex with me again. That is if I even manage to perform with her again. I\'m going to have impotence issues for years now, for sure. Ugh!

Isn\'t Kyle simply going to cum out of cum eventually?! How many times can one guy cum in a single day, anyway? He MUST be running into some kind of physical limit by now, right? I guess that he\'s secretly wanted to fuck Julie for years, so he has a lot of pent up desire coming out, but they MUST be winding down. I\'ll bet that was his last orgasm of the day. Please may that be true!

Jim might have been able to temporarily dodge all of his many worries and issues by sneaking off and enjoying a long masturbation session to still further thoughts and fantasies of Kyle drilling his wife. But there was nowhere to go to do that, at least until his parents went to sleep. He was sorely regretting his choice of staying with them for the night. Even a lonely hotel would have been much better.

Besides, he remembered that he was supposed to maintain his no masturbation vow, so he couldn\'t get his rocks off in any case.

Around eight o\'clock, Jim\'s parents went up to bed, since they were "early to bed, early to rise" older people.

Jim had just retired to the guest bedroom, which in fact was his old bedroom and barely changed since he was a teen. He felt relieved. Now, he\'d at least be able to review all the photos and texts of the day without being disturbed by his nosy mother.

But before he could get started on that, his cell phone rang, indicating a call and not another text.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, it\'s just me calling again, Honey," Julie said breezily.

"Oh, hi." Jim muttered.

"I just wanted to give you a quick call to confirm yet again that everyone\'s okay with you. I\'m feeling kind of insecure about where you stand, since you haven\'t texted back in a long while. I keep thinking that if I were in your shoes, I\'d be hopping mad and spitting bullets. Are you really okay with the fact that Kyle has been fucking me pretty much all day long?"

Jim sighed. He was feeling too defeated to sound angry. "I keep telling you, I\'m not okay with it at all. But what choice do I have?! I look at it as some kind of odious task, like getting a root canal at the dentist\'s. This has to be done so we can have our second child. I just have to grin and bear it, grin and bear it, over and over. I\'m pretty much counting the hours until it\'s over and we can get back to normal." He sighed sadly again.

She said, "That\'s too bad, but I totally get it. Have my texts and photos helped? I\'ve been trying to show you that I\'ve been having a really good time, so at least there\'s no suffering on my side."

Jim thought, To say the least! That\'s the main problem, that you\'re having such a great time! Kyle has probably RUINED me for you, forever! After his monster-sized dick, my penis will feel like a pencil! Especially since he\'s probably permanently loosened your pussy, due to his sheer thickness!

At the moment, he was in denial about how much he\'d been encouraging her to send more texts and pictures, due to his baffling cuckold urge. But at least he was aware enough to keep his thoughts to himself, since he knew the situation was much more complicated than that made it appear, and he was partially to blame.

After a long pause, he answered her question, "I wouldn\'t say the texts and photos \'helped.\' It\'s like I\'m damned if I do, damned if I don\'t. But like I said earlier, I guess I\'m better off knowing than not knowing, so thanks at least for taking the time to keep me frequently updated."

"No problem!" Julie said brightly. "You are my husband, after all. There\'s nothing I wouldn\'t do for you."

Even as they talked, Jim felt that devilish arousal rising in him again. His penis wasn\'t erect this time, at least not yet, but he was dying of curiosity. He asked, "On a different note, what are you two up to now?"

"Oh, not much, for once. We\'re both pretty beat and are ending things early. We\'re getting ready to crawl into bed for the night."

Jim perked up a bit from hearing that. Finally! Thank God! Apparently, even sex gods and goddesses can run out of steam.

But then he pictured them lying together in the darkness, with her nude body spooned against her son\'s, and realized she probably wasn\'t talking about the two of them sleeping in separate bedrooms. He asked, "So he\'s sleeping with you too... in our bed?!" A spike of jealousy hit him hard.

"Well... yes. But that\'s the point, isn\'t it? How else will he keep breeding me? We\'ll probably have three or four more sessions throughout the night. It\'s just more convenient and practical this way."

He sighed again. "And are you naked right now?"

"Er, yes. After the way Kyle fucked me for hours and hours and hours, clothes seem kind of pointless. You know? We were so drenched with sweat half the time that they didn\'t make much sense anyway."

Jim\'s jealousy surged still higher. "So, where is he now? Is he with you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. He\'s sitting a few feet away. I\'m standing up and combing my hair a little bit while I talk to you."

"While you\'re completely naked," Jim pointed out.

"Well, yes. Of course." She figured it was probably better not to mention the five-inch high red heels she was currently wearing.

"You must be putting on quite a sexy show," he grumbled.

"I suppose I am," she brazenly admitted. She couldn\'t resist adding, "I suppose I\'m less combing my hair and more just striking sexy nude poses for him, But that\'s what you have to do when you\'re dealing with a guy like him."

Jim\'s lust was rising fast, catching up to his extreme jealousy. "What\'s that supposed to mean?!"

"Consider the fact that he climaxed inside me so many times today. I don\'t even know how many times because I lost track. Seven? Eight? Nine, maybe? But even he has his limits, and each time it\'s been getting harder and harder for me to inspire his cock to full size for the next go-round. So yeah, I\'m flirting with him a little bit."

Jim thought, Shoot me. Someone please just shoot me now!

She sensed his gloomy mood and thought of something she could honestly tell him that he might consider good news. "But don\'t worry. I can assure you that it\'s ALL about the fucking and the breeding. As the day has gone on and he\'s become more sexually exhausted, he\'s asked me a couple of times if I could suck his cock to help get him back up. But I said no each time! Definitely not! That can never be. Ditto with titfucking. He practically begged me about that, but I\'ve put my foot down on that too. I\'m sure those acts would help, but I figure that if he can\'t get it up yet again, then so be it. Seven or eight or nine times or whatever that he filled my pussy to the brim, that\'s plenty enough for one day."

Jim\'s mind reeled. Now he had visions in his head of his wife cocksucking and titfucking too. His lust had surpassed his jealousy and other emotions.

His extreme arousal blunted his verbal reaction. He merely whined, "Julie, don\'t you think this is a little ridiculous? Even seven or eight times in one day is crazy, when each session lasts an hour. You probably got relentlessly fucked as many hours today as most people

work on a nine-to-five shift! I mean, even when you and I were trying to get you pregnant with Kyle, we never had sex this much. Not even close! Hell, not even in an entire week combined!"

She chided him, "Honey, you promised you wouldn\'t let this bother you. Don\'t start backsliding on me now."

He sighed. "I know... but is all this sex you and Kyle are having really necessary?!"

Julie suddenly turned stern and annoyed. "I can\'t believe you\'re asking me this! DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT WANT THIS BABY?!"

He felt strangely cowed, just as Kyle had intimidated him with his forcefulness recently. "Of course I do... It\'s just... well, I just want my wife back too."

Julie\'s voice softened. She spoke sympathetically. "Oh, Honey. I know you do... but my doctor said that\'s it\'s crucial during my ovulation period that I have intercourse as often as possible."

Jim groused, "Yeah, well a dozen times a day is pretty often."

"Jim," Julie said testily.

"Sorry, Dear," he answered.

She pointed out. "Consider the alternative. What if we cut back and he doesn\'t make me pregnant? Then we\'ll have to go through all this again one month later! Do you want that?"

Jim thought, I\'d kill myself first! Seriously, I would. This is torture! Even with my strangely powerful arousal that I can\'t deny, it\'s still torture. I\'m slowly dying here!

He said, emphatically, "Anything but that! Please don\'t even mention that!"

"Sorry. Do you want me to stop the texts and pictures then? Maybe they\'re not good for you."

He could scarcely believe what he said next. It was like he was glutton for punishment. "No. Keep sending them. As I keep saying, it\'s the not knowing that bothers me. For instance, my mind is running wild imagining you combing you hair with Kyle watching. Somehow, I\'d feel better if I just SEE what the reality is. So, uh, could you take a picture of yourself right now? Please?"

Julie said with pleasure, "No problem! I\'ll just have Kyle snap one off for you." She whispered into the phone conspiratorially, "To be honest, he was just taking some racy photos of me right before you called anyway. I know that\'s not strictly about breeding, but he says it\'ll help get him erect and it doesn\'t even involve any touching. Pretty clever, huh?"

That was all true, although she failed to mention that Kyle\'s penis was stiff even before the photo taking began.

Jim seethed to himself, Yeah, pretty clever for HIM! I can see it now: long after you two stop fucking, he\'ll still have all sorts of incredible photos of your sexy naked body to drive his masturbatory fantasies for years to come. But at least he\'ll only be masturbating to you instead of actually fucking you. I suppose I can live with that.

Just as he was about to say something else, he heard a ping on his phone. It was the picture Kyle had just taken of Julie.

The image took Jim\'s breath away. He already felt that his wife was a goddess amongst mere mortal women. But in the photo, Julie had a radiant afterglow that somehow was even more arousing than all the fucking photos he\'d seen so far. Furthermore, she was posing while combing her hair, with one foot up on a chair, showing off her swampy pussy, which made him dizzy with sexual desire. But the most titillating aspect of all was how she was staring at the camera. There was so much motherly love and yet carnal desire in her eyes that Jim might have staggered to his knees if he\'d been standing.

Then it hit him, Her wanton yet loving look must be directed at the guy behind the camera: Kyle! Not me, her own husband! Motherfucking SON OF A BITCH!

He wanted to openly weep. And yet, the photo was so arousing that he wanted to cheer for them too. It was like they were meant for each other, and the intensity of their bond shown in the photo was something that could only be celebrated by anyone who saw it, even him.

His heart was racing fast as he ogled the photo when Julie asked him, "So, did you get the photo yet?"

"Yeah," he muttered.

"I haven\'t seen it yet. Is it a good one?"

He spoke before thinking. "It\'s a great one! So sexy!"

She purred with pleasure at the obvious lusty enthusiasm in his voice. "Oh! That\'s nice to hear. Sounds like sending you those photos and texts is helping after all."

He struggled what to say next. "I guess that\'s true. I... In fact, I..."

"You what? Talk to me, babe." Julie asked.

"I\'d like to come back home." Jim muttered, on a whim. The idea had just come to him, and he didn\'t really understand it, but it felt right.

"Honey, you will, soon. I ju-" Julie started.

But Jim quickly cut her off. "No, I mean tonight. Now! Don\'t worry, I won\'t bother you and Kyle... It\'s just... well... if I\'m gonna be a part of this then... well, there should be nothing wrong with me being around the house. Right?"

Jim didn\'t want to admit it, not even to himself, but as arousing as the photos and texts were, he wanted to see them fucking with his own eyes.

Kyle had put down the camera because he was getting horny and erect again. He walked to his mother and took her in his muscular arms, causing her to end her sexy posing. He brought one hand to her ass and his other to her tits. He began fondling her naked body like he owned it. But he was careful not to make enough noise to cause Jim to ask questions.

Julie spoke softly and carefully into the phone. "Are you sure? You remember what happed yesterday." At the same time, she took Kyle\'s currently only half-erect dick in her free hand and started stroking it back to full size.

Although she really had put her foot down on blowjobs and titfucks and other sex acts with her son, she certainly had lost all of her restraint when it came to handjobs!

Jim answered her, "I remember. I acted like a child and I\'m sorry. Things will be different this time. I promise."

Julie looked to Kyle while she lovingly jacked him off. She knew he could hear what was being said on both ends of the phone, now that he hand her in his embrace. But he had a neutral expression on his face, so she didn\'t know how he felt about Jim\'s suggestion.

Kyle was listening, but he was distracted by her handjob, and more. He\'d just brought one hand to his mother\'s pussy and he was diddling her clit and fingering her tight yet soaked slit.

That gave Julie a newly urgent desire to get off the phone, especially because her son\'s cock was stiffening up nicely in her hand at the same time. She told Jim, "Let me talk it over with Kyle. I don\'t want you being here to throw him off. I really need him right now. I think it\'s important that he fucks me tonight at least once or twice. I know you\'ll say he\'s pumped gallons of cum into me already, and that\'s true, but you never know. What if one of the times tonight is \'the one\' and one lucky spermatozoa swims home and penetrates my egg?! And we miss it?! I need him to breed me so very badly!"

In truth, she was more thinking, I need him to fuck me some more so very badly! She tried to cover that up by adding, "You know how much I want to raise another child. You do too. This is our big chance!"

"I know you do... and, yeah, I do too. Just let me know," Jim said with sad resignation.

"Okay, I will."

It was a wonder that Julie\'s voice sounded relatively normal, because her entire body was writhing in place, thanks to Kyle\'s increasingly aggressive fondling. Feeling cocky and devilish, he was trying to get

a tell-tale verbal reaction from her that Jim would notice before the phone call ended.

Julie knew his intention, and it was so naughty that it fired her lust even more. He was really going to town on her clit and slit with his fingers, driving her crazy. Plus, his cock was fully erect by now, and she was lovingly pumping her hand up and down his already hot and wet shaft.

She had a lot of reasons to get off the phone, and fast. So she continued, "I guess that\'s about it, then. I\'ll talk to you later. Bye!" Then she ended the call and tossed the phone away.

As soon as the phone call was over, she laughed and squealed, as she pretended to try to wiggle free from her son\'s aggressive, roaming hands. "You... you beast! You were trying to embarrass me so Jim could hear. Don\'t try to deny it!"

"Guilty as charged." He planted his lips on hers, effectively ending that line of discussion.

Julie was swept away on a tsunami of lust. Jim was totally forgotten already as her hunky son literally swept her off her feet and then laid her down on the bed. Then he laid his naked body on top of her.

As she necked with him some more, while still jacking him off, she thought, My Lord! My son, he\'s just too much! Gaaaawwwwd, even after all this fucking today, I need his cock in me now like I need air to breathe! How can I say no to him ever again?! I can\'t! But I must! But I can\'t! I long to be his vessel for pleasure, his shameless mommy slut! If he wants me, if he wants to plow my fertile fields any time, I\'m his!

Her moral conscience tried to rally. No, I can\'t say that. That\'s just how I feel now, in the heat of the moment. My willpower will return

later, if he ever stops fucking me long enough for me to catch my breath, that is!

She fumbled with his cock, trying to line it up with her swampy cunt-tunnel. Seconds later, he started to slide in. The pleasure was so intense, she almost blacked out. Oh! Paradise!

Meanwhile, Jim hung up and lay back down. His urge to masturbate some more was almost overwhelming after that call, and especially after that photo of his nude wife combing her hair and provocatively posing for their son. But he was fiercely determined to stick to his no masturbation vow this time. He simply laid on his bed, waiting for his arousal to simmer down while also waiting for a reply to his please to return home tonight.

A few minutes later, he got his answer.

"COME HOME," the text read. "BUT NO JEALOUSY. NO COMPLAINING, NO MATTER WHAT!"

He simply wrote in reply, "Agreed."

Jim wasted no time, since he\'d been just lying in bed in a kind of slow sexual torture anyway. He left a note for his parents, then made the hour long drive.

Chapter 12

It was eleven o\'clock when Jim arrived back home. The house was dark and quiet.

Jim wandered up the steps. When he reached the upstairs hallway, the pungent smell of sex hit his nostrils. It was a potent mixture of wet pussy and teenage jizz.

His erection had finally gone down on its own during the drive home, but it suddenly came back with a vengeance. Holy fuck! What a powerful smell. This whole upper floor smells like a whorehouse! Good God, they really did fuck up a storm the entire day!

His renewed arousal drove his curiosity. He bravely snuck to his bedroom door and peeked inside.

Kyle was lying on his back in the center of his parents\' marital bed. He was awake but merely watching some news channel on TV. Julie was lying directly on top of him sleeping, with her head on his shoulder.

On a subconscious level, Jim was disappointed that he didn\'t catch them mid-fuck, but wasn\'t willing to admit that to himself. He thought, somewhat sarcastically, Well, I\'ll be. Miracles still do exist. There are actual times they\'re together without fucking. Must be as rare as a unicorn sighting.

He took a closer look at the two nude lovers. The blankets were pulled down to their waists. He could clearly see his wife\'s immense spongy breasts bulging out as they lay flattened against his son\'s naked chest. Julie looked content and blissful as she slept against Kyle\'s body. Kyle was ostensibly watching the TV, but probably not really paying any attention to it. Nobody watched the news with the kind of huge blissful smile that was on his face.

After a minute or so, Kyle noticed his father standing in the doorway. He flashed him a cocky grin and gave him a tired wave. He quietly muttered the words, "Hey, Dad!"

Jim forced a smile and nodded back. He wasn\'t in any mood to say anything. In fact, his jealousy surged yet again and he was filled with an urge to wring his son\'s neck. But he\'d promised no jealousy, so the best thing he could do was get out of there, fast.

A part of Kyle still couldn\'t truly believe his father was a willing cuckold. But looking at him just silent stand there convinced him that it was true and not some elaborate act. His "old dad" would have never passively accepted such an outrageous situation.

Jim went down to Kyle\'s room and crawled in his bed.

Even that simple action was an indignity for him. Once he was in bed after undressing, lying there with the lights off, he couldn\'t resist noticing the symbolism. Here I am, with my place and Kyle\'s place exactly reversed. I should be in MY bed with MY gorgeous wife while my son sleeps here alone. But no! And it\'s my stupidity and greed that\'s put me here. Sure, I\'d really love to raise another child. But there are various medical procedures to try, or even adoption. Anything but having my very own son "breed" my wife with his gigantic cock!

I suppose this is my punishment for cheating. Karma is a bitch. I guess I\'ll be lucky if I make my way out of this mess with my marriage still intact. Greatly reduced, and with our sex life in tatters, but at least still intact. Dora is a hot young slut, sure, but she\'s no Julie.

One Julie gets pregnant, that\'ll give our marriage a new focus and a distraction from all this. It\'ll take years, but I could see raising a second child being the glue that allows us to heal. True, I\'m gonna

be stuck raising my son\'s bastard child for the rest of my life, but I guess that\'s more karma too.

As for these fucking annoying "cuckolding" feelings, that\'s not me! I don\'t know who that is, but it sure as hell isn\'t me. Somehow, the wires in my brain must have gotten crossed. Maybe when I look at Kyle fucking her, I\'m seeing myself fucking her, since he looks a lot like I did when I was that age.

Though he\'s more handsome, muscular, and well-hung. Dammit! Especially the well-hung part. He\'s hung like an elephant!

Anyway, my point is, this... this... cuckold thing... has to be some temporary feeling that will pass. The truth is, the two of them look so hot and sexy with each other that I dare anyone to not be affected! Time is the great healer. I just have to ignore all my inappropriate lustful urges until they wither on the vine and fade away.

Back in the master bedroom, Kyle\'s thoughts were much simpler. What a great day! Best day ever! But I\'m no idiot. I can\'t let this come to an end when Mom\'s ovulation ends. I still have to play the long game. It\'s such a trip that Dad\'s on some weird cuckolding kick. I totally didn\'t expect that, but it plays right into my hands. That opens up many intriguing possibilities! I need to learn more about just how strongly he\'s into that before planning out my next steps though.

Normally, Jim slept in pajamas. But since he didn\'t have access to his things in his bedroom, he was forced to sleep in just his boxers.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he woke to the sound of his wife\'s voice, crying and wailing in orgasm.

Jim snuck down the hallway and peeked inside his room to find Julie\'s sexy nude body being repeatedly nailed to the mattress. Her legs were thrown back into a huge spread eagle. Kyle\'s ass was

bucking up and down, his pussy-tamer plunging in and out of Julie\'s sucking hole. Her red and swollen pussy lips were stretched obscenely around its strong thick girth.

The big bed rocked noticeably as Kyle and Julie humped and rutted like two desperate animals.

Jim couldn\'t tear his eyes away. Watching his wife being fucked so hard and fast was absolutely astonishing. It was way more interesting and titillating than even the most arousing photos he\'d been sent. Dressed in just his boxers, with his modest-sized penis tenting them, he stared with sick fascination as his son\'s long jutting cock slid in and out of his wife\'s cock-grinder.

He imagined how fantastic all that soft slippery pink pussy must feel around Kyle\'s throbbing glans. Of course, he\'d fucked Julie himself many, many times, but he surmised that Kyle had to be feeling pleasures several orders of magnitude greater than anything he\'d ever felt, so he could only guess what it was like.

"O-h-h-h my God!" Julie\'s voice trembled. Her lusty cries weren\'t nearly as loud as they\'d been earlier, since she was trying to restrain herself with Jim in the house.

Being in a spread eagle, Julie\'s legs hovered mid-air, scissored apart so that her cute little toes pointed in opposite directions. That pose allowed Jim to see a thick frothy mix of their genital excrement running from her twat, down across her butt-hole.

He heard his wife let out a primitive guttural moan. He watched as her toes clenched and her legs began to shiver. Her entire body started to shake, as if she was having an epileptic fit that was only tempered by her son\'s body on top of her.

Jim was newly astounded. Oh my God! I\'ve never seen Julie cum this hard! If what I did to her is "fucking," then we need a whole new word for this. He\'s absolutely DESTROYING her! I could never do that in a million years!

Jim was grateful for the lighting. There was a lamp that was only dimly lit on the lowest setting next to the bed. There was no light coming from the hallway whatsoever. That meant that if Kyle or Julie managed to reposition and look his way, they almost certainly would be unable to see anything at all, not even his silhouette.

Confident that was the case, he pulled his boner out of his boxers and started rubbing it a little bit. He knew that was against his no masturbation vow, but he told himself it didn\'t really count so long as he didn\'t ejaculate.

He continued to watch. Incredibly, his arousal only soared higher and higher, until he reached some kind of heady euphoria he\'d never felt before. His feelings were so intense that he actually was forced to sink to his knees in the hallway outside the door, because he literally was incapable of remaining standing.

Once he was settled in his new position, he resumed his jacking off. He just couldn\'t help it. His mind was spinning with mixed emotions. True, he was jealous as hell. All the other "usual suspects" from his earlier emotional heartbreak came back too, such as guilt, shame, inadequacy, humiliation anger, and so on. But none of that mattered much, because sheer lust trumped them all.

He listened to Kyle\'s balls steadily beat against his wife\'s ass. He couldn\'t help but notice how his son kept a nice rutting rhythm going, seemingly indefinitely.

He thought, Holy shit! That kid can fuck! Once again, I\'m in awe. How does he do it?! I might as well be castrated, in comparison. I\'ve been bested in every possible way!

Despite these gloomy thoughts, his arousal continued to rise, helped along by his increasingly vigorous handjob.

He waited there on his knees for another five minutes, wondering when his son was going to pop. Or, at least, he hoped for a slowing down or even a much-deserved strategic pause. But those things simply weren\'t happening. There were just the sounds of heavy panting and wet flesh smacking together, over and over and over again.

After a while, he heard his wife loudly grunt and groan again, for nearly a minute, followed by a muffled whimper. But that was about the only break in the routine. He guessed that was a minor orgasm, by her recent standards.

Despite the lack of much variation, he was endlessly fascinated. It was similar to watching someone holding their breath underwater: the longer it went on, the more remarkable it was, even though there wasn\'t much visibly happening.

Five more minutes went by, and he kept on stroking his boner.

Then Julie let out a high pitched scream as she creamed on Kyle\'s dick again.

She\'d had a bigger orgasm than her last one. However, that still seemed a mere minor orgasm compared to the kinds of epic screamers he already knew Kyle was capable of giving her.

When she\'d more or less recovered, she muttered, "Oh, Son! What do you do to me?! I\'m so hopelessly in love with your huge pussy-tamer! Tame my pussy a little more! Please! More! More!"

Hearing those words made Jim burn with jealousy, but also burn with lust. He was teetering on the edge of cumming himself, as he kept on masturbating.

By this time, fifteen minutes had passed since Jim had snuck to the door. Yet Kyle\'s cum-lathered thick pole continued its seemingly endless assault.

Jim furtively moved on his knees until he had more of a side view of the fucking action. It was a big risk to sneak deeper into the room, but it was as if he couldn\'t stop his own body from doing it. He told himself he would be okay, due to the darkness of that part of the room.

He was rewarded with a better view of his son\'s relentless cock sliced through his wife\'s twat like a medieval battering ram. Kyle\'s strong hips rocked fluidly, propelling his veiny hard-on deep inside her inner sanctum, over and over and over and over and over!

Julie\'s long, muscular legs were wrapped around her son, but they were visibly jerking and trembling from the power of his thrusts.

Jim thought while still stroking his hard-on, I should be bored by now, except I\'m not. The kid\'s like a God-damn machine! They\'ve been at it for who knows how long before I even got here, but I\'m sure I\'m gonna cum way before he does!

However, that guess turned out not to be true. Just when Jim was starting to seriously think his son had superhuman sexual skills, Kyle finally announced, "OOH-H-H-H! OH YEAH! MOM, I\'M GONNA CUM!"

Jim watched his son\'s ass cheeks tighten. The large testicles seemed to jerk inside Kyle\'s scrotum, firing their contents up his cunt-smothered cannon and deep into Julie\'s hot, cum-hungry womb.

Jim still needed to urgently cum himself, but he didn\'t dare do it in or near the master bedroom. He quietly snuck back down the hall, listening to Kyle\'s quivering grunts and his wife\'s passionate, wordless wails. He could still easily imagine his son\'s fat knob, squeezing up through her tight cervical ring, with long thick ropes of cock-milk jetting from his pisshole.

As soon as Jim was back in bed, he took his boxers off and used them as a cum rag. He blasted his load into them after just another minute of fervent stroking, then tossed them to the floor in shame.

He thought, True, my no masturbation vow has been broken again, but I consider what just happened an extraordinary circumstance. It was the first and hopefully last time I saw his wife and son fuck with his own eyes. How could I resist being overwhelmed by their sheer sexuality? How could anybody?

Tomorrow, I\'m going to do a lot better. I swear it. The shock of what I\'m seeing will wear off and I\'ll regain control of myself. My crazy cuckolding feelings have to be banished somehow.

He was so physically and emotionally drained that he fell right to sleep after that.