Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2022 12:25:54 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: In The Night You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I read all emails, though I may not respond. Ideas and feedback are always welcome. I'm on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. I may not be in your time zone. Please bear that in mind if you don't get a response from me -- if you set your messages to burn too quickly, I won't see them. Please do not send pics without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My son, Sam, was 30 years old and still lived at home with us. This was for practical reasons -- he had a well-paid job, but he didn't have a partner or spouse, and was saving for the deposit on a mortgage. Plenty of other people his age were in exactly the same position. A less common position (though I'm sure there were lots of us out there) was that his mother and I were fucking him. Sam had grown into a beautiful man. Five feet eleven, chubby, blonde hair and blue eyes. Pale skin that flushed red when he was aroused, as he was now. When my wife and I went up to bed, we found him waiting for us. My wife and I were both in our early fifties. Doreen had rich brown hair and eyes, huge breasts, and a once-flat stomach just beginning to plump out. I was six feet, broad-shouldered, with a big gut and plenty of body hair. Sam was on our bed in nothing but a nappy. He knelt with his thighs spread, the bulky crotch pressed against the mattress. The pink flush across his plump man-tits told me he'd been humping it for a while. He sucked voraciously at the dummy in his mouth. "Greedy boy," I scolded gently. "You should have waited for us. You know your mother loves putting you in nappies." Sam said nothing, merely looked at us with mute desire and humped more frantically at the mattress. As we watched -- my cock stiffening in my trousers -- he whimpered around the dummy, his eyes closed, pinching and twisting his pink nipples. I gripped my dick through my trousers. My wife licked her lips, pressing her thighs together. Sam groaned as his grinding made him cum into his nappy. Then he slumped, head bowed, supporting his weight with his hands. "Guess you'll have the opportunity to change his nappy after all," I said dryly to Doren, unbuckling my belt. "After we've had our fun, of course." My wife and I undressed. I gave my cock a quick squeeze, pinching Doreen's nipple in passing. She gasped and shot me a sly look. "Want me to feed him first?" she suggested. My cock hardened further. "Mm. Yes." I sat in the chair in a corner of the room, slowly fisting my erection. Doreen sat on the bed, gently patting Sam's thigh to indicate that he should move over. He was happy to comply. She wriggled back against the pillows. Sam rolled straight back in, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. Giving me a good view of what I could now tell was a wet nappy. His hands clamped around his mother's breasts, squeezing and plumping them, making her draw a sharp breath. He spat the dummy out. It tumbled over Doreen's breasts and stomach before she caught it. He bent his head and sucked one large, puffy nipple into his mouth. She cooed softly to him and stroked his head. He suckled like any baby, greedily, hungrily, even though she'd stopped producing milk years ago. She'd kept him breastfed for as long as she could, and even though she'd been able to extend that with pills, eventually she decided she'd had enough. It was a shame. I loved the sight of her milk dribbling down his chin. "Good boy," she said, her voice unsteady. Her face was flushed. "Suck hard. Mummy loves that. Mummy loves it when her little boy sucks her hard, aching nipples." Sam groaned and moved from one breast to the other, suckling with as much fervour as he had the other. Doreen's legs parted, revealing her chubby pussy and thinning pubic hair. She pushed her pussy lips apart with two fingers, dragging them across her glistening clit. Dummy still in hand, she slid the teat up and down her slickness, coating it in her pussy juice. She rolled it around her clit, hand moving faster, frigging herself with the teat. Our adult son feasted on her tits. She was soon shuddering through an orgasm, the dummy discarded, two fingers flashing as she fucked herself. The sound of Sam's slurping competed with the wet sound of her fingering. Finally she slumped back and gently pushed Sam's head away. He gave her nipple one last swipe with his tongue, his reluctance to stop obvious, but we both had other plans for him now. "Let's get this dirty nappy off you," she said, still somewhat breathless. With a little wriggling, Sam lay in the middle of the bed with his mother kneeling next him. I watched intently, slowly stroking my cock, spreading precum over the head and shaft. Doreen pulled open the tabs at the side of his nappy and pulled the front down. I leaned forward, stroking faster as I saw what he'd produced. Slick and cummy, the nappy was soaked with piss. My wife dipped her head and swiped her tongue across the mess, taking some of his cum into her mouth. Filthy, fucking filthy, and so fucking hot. She briefly sucked the head of his half-hard cock, pulling off with a throaty chuckle as he moaned and his hips jerked. She settled back against the pillows to watch. It was my turn, now. I got up on the bed and knelt over Sam's legs, looking down at my son's sweaty, chubby body. I loved him like this, his plump man-tits, his belly, his cock. His soaked nappy. I held my cock and concentrated, pushing out a stream of piss. It splashed over his dick, over his balls, and ran down to his hole. It soaked into his already wet nappy. Beside us, I heard the sound of my wife fingering her pussy again. "Fuck, that's good," I said on a low groan. It was hard to piss through an erection, especially as pissing on my son made me even harder. I aimed higher, splashing across his chest, over his fleshy tits, and back down to his dick. "Fuck me, Daddy?" he begged. "Please?" "Is that what you want?" I asked, dragging my cock over his. Splashing his piss around. I reached down and scooped up some of his cum, bringing it to his mouth. He opened gladly and sucked my fingers. Filthy slut. "You want Daddy's cock in your cunt? You want Daddy to plough your pretty babycunt?" "Uh huh," he said huskily, sucking harder on my fingers. "Alright. Spread your legs for Daddy." I scooted back, giving him space to lift his legs and get his arms underneath his knees. His big belly poked between his meaty thighs. He reached down to his exposed hole, then slowly pulled out a massive buttplug. "Good boy," I said, briefly stroking his now fully-hard erection. "You got yourself ready for Daddy's cock all by yourself." "Fuck him," my wife hissed, her fingers squelching deep inside her pussy. "Get your cock in his greedy cunt and fuck him. Make him squeal." I eyed her with amusement. When she got going, Doreen was a randy bitch. I lined my cock up, briefly dipping my hand into the cum and piss to add extra nasty lube, then pushed into my son's gaping arsehole. He let out a soft whine of pleasure. I snapped my hips forward, driving into him, pulling out a few inches before slamming in again. Sam moaned with every thrust, holding his legs up and wide. "Take it," I growled. "Take Daddy's cock, take my cum, fuck..." I was already close to cumming, too close. "Going to seed your babypussy," I groaned, "get you pregnant... uh... fuck..." With one final hard thrust, I came, shooting my spunk deep inside him. Still I kept fucking him, loving the way he squealed, the way he gripped his cock and wanked himself. I knocked his hand away. He didn't get to cum until we said he could. I pulled out. Doreen (who'd probably cum at least once, and maybe twice since I'd started fucking Sam) swooped in and gobbled my cock, sucking our son's spunk off until my knob shone with her spit. I moved out of the way, back to the chair, and let Doreen get on with the final act of our nightly ritual. She moved back between Sam's still raised and spread legs, lowered her head, and fastened her lips around his swollen hole. Sam moaned as she tongue-fucked him, working hard to get as much of my cum out of him as she could. Sam was soon writhing on the bed, delirious with pleasure, his short, fat cock bobbing and jumping. I took pity on him and moved back in, taking his dick in my hand. I wanked my son with short, hard movements. He squealed again and kept squealing as I made my pigbaby cum. Thick white cum splattered over his belly, over his plump tits, as far up as his chin. As Doreen finished tonguing his arse, I leaned in and licked up Sam's spunk. I loved the way his chubby belly felt, loved sucking his fat nipples into my mouth. I gave him a quick, hard kiss, then pulled back. I had to tap Doreen on the shoulder to get her to move away. If I let her, she would tongue our boy for hours. I fetched the things we'd need to change his nappy. Sam lifted his legs again; Doreen pulled the soiled nappy out and passed it to me. I rolled it up for disposal while she wiped his arse, cock, and balls down with a couple of wet-wipes. She patted him dry with a towel then added talcum powder, until his semi-hard dick was smooth and pale again. I handed her a clean nappy, and she soon had it taped back into place. "There we go," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. I saw their tongues flash. "All clean. Now go to bed, and Mummy will change you again in the morning." Sam smiled at us both. "I love you guys." We returned his smile with our own. "We love you too. Now off you go, or I'll spank you." He laughed. "Not exactly an incentive to behave, Dad..."