Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 12:07:33 -0700 From: Kenneth Anthony Subject: The Boyd Family: Chapter 2 The following is presented as fantasy. In this fantasy world, STI's do not exist. You live in reality, plan accordingly. Similarities to real people, living or dead, is coincidental. * ~ * ~ * Margaret Boyd was enjoying the peace and quiet of an early summer morning by herself. Her sons were still asleep and her husband was at work, and she had no pressing things to do. She smiled into her coffee as the clock stuck 8 o'clock. Old habits being what they are, she decided that she couldn't let the boys sleep all day so she went up the stairs to their room. Her first light knock pushed the unlatched door open and she stood staring for a solid minute. Her two sons and Amanda were all in bed together, naked, intertwined, intimate. After coming to her senses, she quietly pulled the door closed and walked back down stairs. From the bottom of the stairs she yelled for the boys to wake up, before picking up her coffee again and sitting down to think. She had a lot of trouble processing her feelings. She was heartbroken, but not for the obvious reasons. Her strongest feeling while looking at her boys was jealousy. She had a great life, but somewhere along the way she'd lost that intimacy and she wanted it back, but she wasn't sure how to get it. Twenty minutes later her boys tumbled down the stairs for breakfast and five minutes after that Amanda knocked on the door. By then, Margaret had a plan. * ~ * ~ * James Boyd watched the large cock come through the glory hole and grinned. This is exactly what he needed. He grabbed the base and deep throated it with a skill that denoted years of practice with large cocks. The man on the other side of the wall groaned in appreciation and James went to town. After about five minutes the cock was soggy and dripping with precum and spit. James spit on his fingers and rubbed it on his hole. That was all he would need, so he stood up, turned around an impaled himself on the anonymous man's giant cock. They both moaned as the rutting began. This was not pretty, emotional, or intimate sex; this was animalistic fucking. It was the only thing that kept James satisfied after the intimacy had leaked out of his marriage years before. The man on the other side of the wall mercilessly pounded James's hole for about ten minutes before unleashing a huge was of cum deep into James. The man roared like a monster when he came, cementing the pure animal nature of this encounter. He clenched his cheeks as the stranger pulled out careful not to spill a drop. He turned around, and cleaned the excess cum and ass juice off the cock, and stepped out of the booth. He got approving looks from the other men standing around; some were familiar faces most not. A handsome younger man approached him, cruised him, and stepped into the big booth. James glanced at his watch, decided he had time, and followed the handsome stranger. Twenty minutes later he had another load in his hole and was on his way home to his wife and sons. * ~ * ~ * The more Margaret thought about her beautiful boys naked, the hornier she got throughout the day. Her mind kept flashing to images of them, how they look now, and how similar to James they were. The only difference was that the boys still had their youthful exuberance, and James was like a finely aged wine. Whenever she was alone, she had to pull her panties away from her crotch, they were so wet and sticky from her constant arousal. The first part of her plan revolved around James. He had stopped initiating sex a few years ago when she had stopped responding to him. She knew that it was her fault, so if she wanted to fix that, she would be forced to take matters into her own hands. Of course with the images of her naked sons dancing in her head, seducing her husband would be a piece of cake. James sat through dinner with his family wondering what was different. Usually taking a load or two at the arcade made him feel relaxed and satiated, but tonight he was feeling fidgety. Part of the reason for that was the way that Margaret was looking at him. It was the type of look that he hadn't gotten from his wife in a few years. It excited and terrified him at the same time. If his wife started to pursue a sexual relationship with him again, she might discover what he'd been up to when he was supposed working late. It was a side of himself that he had only discovered after getting married, having kids, and the subsequent loss of intimacy with his wife. It was the thing that had kept him from leaving when his kids were grown. But most importantly, it was a part of him now and he selfishly didn't want to give it up. He just didn't know if his wife could accept him the way he was now, like she had accepted him for all he was years ago when they got married. Somehow James and Margaret made it through their normal evening routines and headed to bed, but once there, Margaret broke the routine. Instead of the shapeless nighties she had adopted for bed wear in recent years, Margaret came to bed in nothing at all. James's breath caught as he admired her firm body and ample breasts. She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him, and in all the time that he'd spend with others, he's never betrayed her with another woman. She crawled into bed with him and pressed herself against him kissing him deeply. He responded immediately as she began to lick and kiss down his chest and stomach. When she reached his boxers she quickly pulled them down and engulfed his hard cock, inhaling it to the root with a familiarity that belied their recent dry spell. James gasped at his gorgeous wife's administrations, before maneuvering himself to sink his tongue into her tasty slit. As his tongue burrowed deeper into her, she experienced her first mind-shattering orgasm in quite some time. As she came her thighs clamped down on his head and he moaned his approval. Once James's cock was covered in spit and Margaret was sopping wet, she straddled him at the waist and impaled herself on his member, experiencing another orgasm as she did so. As she rode her husband she looked down and saw Kevin's face in place of his father's. She came again. Then she imagined she was riding Aaron, and rode him harder. She bounced on her stud husband's cock until he shot a huge load straight into her. Panting, she collapsed on top of him kissing him deeply, before rolling off to lie beside him. James was so turned on by his wife's actions that he dove between her legs to clean up his own cum, something he never used to do, but after discovering the taste in recent years, he was addicted to it. He discovered that his cum mixed with his wife's juices was the best tasting mixture he had ever eaten. As he lapped at her pussy she crooned softly and rubbed his head, very satiated. With his mouth full of their combined juices he moved up and kissed her deeply, sharing their taste with her. The taste surprised and aroused her and she greedily returned the sloppy kiss, digging into his mouth to get more of it. * ~ * ~ * Aaron and Kevin were acutely attuned to their parents' moods and behaviors, since keeping their secret depended on knowing exactly what was going on in the house. They were hyper aware tonight, as their mom had been acting strange all day. She would get lost in thought for long periods, and then disappear for short periods before reappearing and pretending that everything was normal. If they didn't know any better, they would have assumed that she had picked up a drug habit overnight, but that didn't seem to be the case. On top of her strange behavior, there were covert looks they caught her giving them. Appraising looks. They were both used to those looks coming from older women in the grocery stores, or on the street; women who had perfected the art of looking but not looking at other men when their husbands or kids were nearby. Now they were getting that look from their mom, which was certainly something they never expected. All things considered, they decided it would be too risky to have Amanda over tonight, until they could figure out what was going on with their mom. She was disappointed, but she didn't want their cover blown any more than they did. If she wanted to stay a part of the amazing triangle the three of them were building, she would have to do her part to keep it safe. When their dad got home, the weird vibe in the house jumped by a factor of about ten. James was responding to Margaret, but his response was not, in any way, proportional. It made for a very uncomfortable dinner for the family of four, but none of the men wanted to bring it up, because they were all afraid that their secrets would be exposed. Margaret seemed to be the only one enjoying dinner, but that was only because she drifted off into her own little word three or four times during the meal. The boys didn't dare make eye contact with their father to acknowledge the weirdness, for fear of giving themselves away, so they endured. It would have been out of character for either of the boys to leave the house after dinner without having announced plans to do so before dinner, so when dinner was over they were stuck. Kevin retreated to their room with a book, and Aaron awkwardly sat in the living room watching the game with his father until his father finally went to bed. Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and shut the TV off. After locking up the house, he joined his brother in their room. Kevin put his book down as his brother came into the room. "Do you think – ," he stopped talking at his brother's signal. There were sounds coming from their parent's bedroom that they had not heard in years. The last time they heard these sounds they were both too young to understand them, though they certainly understood now. Both boys started to get hard as they listened to the sounds of their parents fucking, so Aaron joined Kevin in his bed. "Do you think it's safe?" Kevin whispered. "I think they are too busy to notice anything except each other," Aaron answered. The brothers kissed each other deeply before stripping each other of their clothes. They took extra care to be quiet while fucking, because they realized that if they could hear their parents, then their parents would probably be able to hear them if they weren't. In the past weeks, Aaron had become as good at taking Kevin's cock as Kevin was at taking his, so they routinely switched it up, and it was just luck that tonight Kevin was buried in Aaron's ass when they came. Throughout their sex together, both brothers felt something missing however. It wasn't until they both reached for Amanda post-coital that they realized they'd become so used to the triangle that sex one on one felt unnatural. It was a weird feeling to lie in bed, cuddling someone while simultaneously missing someone else, and they both felt really bad for Amanda, who was likely sleeping entirely alone right now. * ~ * ~ * Kenneth Anthony "A life lived in fear is a life half lived" Please donate to support Nifty and keep our source of material. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html