Cuckolded By My Son, Sissy watches as his son screws his wife, It’s amazing how little you can be aware of what’s going on around you, right underneath your nose, even right in front of your eyes sometimes. By the time I was in my forties, I thought I had everything set just the way I wanted it. My wife, Laura, was still beautiful, a curvy redhead with slight plumpness she had gained with middle age, which only served to give her a happy, healthy glow. Even though our sex life had stagnated recently, she seemed happier than ever in the weeks leading up to the events that would change my life and my outlook completely. Our son Adam had just turned eighteen and had grown into a tall, broad shouldered, strappingly masculine man who was desired by every girl at school. Yes, I thought, there’s little more a man could want from his home life than a beautiful wife and a handsome, popular son. Well, I was about to learn just what can happen to a man with a home life like that.
Like I said, my wife and I hadn’t been having much of a sex life at all lately so I was somewhat thrilled and excited one evening to see her come into the bedroom wearing a very sexy shear dark blue babydoll that barely covered her round, peachy arse, and just about revealed the black lace thong she wore beneath. I’ve always loved sensual women’s lingerie, the soft feel of the material against skin, the way it hung from and clung to all the right places, enhancing already beautiful curves, so it was quite something to see Laura dolled up like this as she hadn’t for quite a while. She came over and began to kiss and stroke me, pulling all my clothes from me until I was completely naked and my arousal at this sudden turn around in her behaviour all too clear.
“Why don’t we try something a little different tonight, honey?” she said in a rich, seductive tone, “Something to spice things up a bit.”
“Anything you want,” I said, incredibly turned on by her sexy undies and suggestive tones.
“I want to be in control,” she said, “I want to tie you up.”
My heart skipped a beat in excitement, I’d never seen this kinky side to her before and it was really something that was getting me pretty hot and flustered. She had obviously been planning this as she took out a short length of rope. Doing nothing to resist, I happily let her lead me to a chair and sit me down in it, my cock now growing to a semi-hardon. She sat herself astride me, her large breasts heaving just inches from my chest, I looked down at her impressive cleavage, bordered by the thin material of her blue babydoll, her breasts looked even better. I had a silly grin on my face as she leaned in, pushing her breasts against me, kissing my lips, as she fed the rope around, tying my hands behind me and then to the chair itself. I was helpless to move, my hands were tightly tied and I couldn’t get up, but that didn’t matter, I wouldn’t want to get up from this, my wife’s sensual curves in sexy lingerie touching against my bare flesh.
Just then, however, came something much more unexpected. I heard the door open and someone come into the room but Laura in my lap prevented me from seeing who it was. I knew, however, that Adam was the only other person in the house and felt a flush of embarrassment run right through me which, in an instant, killed off my growing erection and left my cock pretty flaccid once more. After all, it was bad enough to be discovered, to have your only son walk in on you having sex, but even worse for it to be in this compromisingly kinky situation. I couldn’t imagine the thoughts and the embarrassment running through his mind on seeing his father naked, tied to his chair and his mother in sexy lingerie astride him.
I was a little surprised when, instead of making a hasty exit, he came in and shut the door behind him, walking over to us. I could tell now that it was indeed our son, dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. Far from being surprised or ashamed to have discovered us like this he seemed pleased, and possibly a little amused.
“That’s good,” he said with a little laugh, “That’s just right.”
Now right beside us he leaned down and ran his hand along the bare flesh of my wife’s far shoulder, caressing her softly, while his other hand turned her face towards his which he had brought down close to our level.
“You look amazing, mum,” he smiled, “That is a very sexy, very flimsy little thing you’re wearing there,” his hand ran down her arm to her narrow waist and wide hips where the folds of the shear babydoll fell around it.
“Mmm hmm,” Laura giggled at his gentle touch, “I’m glad you like it. I wore it specially for you.”
“That’s a good girl,” Adam replied.
As he said this, the hand that cupped her chin pulled her face toward his and he leaned in to kiss her. Their faces were just inches from mine as all I could do was watch open mouthed. This was no affectionate kiss such as a son might occasionally give his loving mother, no this was far more passionate and lingering than that. They stared into each other’s eyes as their lips pressed together and their tongues rubbed across one another. I couldn’t remember the last time she had kissed me like that. As they broke from the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure.
“What the….?! What’s going on?” I was finally able to stammer, shocked and confused but what I was watching, my son french kissing my wife, his mother, just inches from my face.
“Come on mum, get off that pathetic loser and come here,” Adam said, commandingly, and Laura obeyed, getting up from sitting astride me, she stood in front of our son in the middle of the room, “Now, how about a kiss for your loving, affectionate son,” he said with a charming yet lascivious tone.
She was only too eager to respond and began to plant tender, eager, wet kisses all over his lips as her hands ran across his firm, toned chest. She pulled his T-shirt up over his head, to reveal that fine, muscular torso and began to move her kisses down until she was covering his chest with them, while she lustfully stroked her hands over his solid muscles. I had to admit, he was quite a figure of a man, I could see why all the girls wanted him so much with a hot body like that. I gasped as I caught myself in this thought. What the hell was I thinking? The weirdness of what I was watching must be to blame for my mind even dwelling for a second on what a fine, toned, hunky body my eighteen year old son had.
“Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here?” I said, becoming red faced and angry, tied naked to a chair as I watched my wife make out with my son, I was thinking that they were playing some joke on me, some cruel trick but I couldn’t work out what or why.
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