Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 02:53:35 -0400 From: T-Bonez None Subject: Betrayal and Redemption -Part Two (Gay/Incest section) Betrayal and Redemption - Part Two If you're not of a legal age to be be reading sexually explicit material, don't read this. This is my first submission to Nifty. It's my story, in large part. I'll say it's a combination of fiction and real life events. It's up to you to decide how much is real, and how much is fiction. I've changed all the names, obviously. Any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. The story is about consenting adults engaging in consensual acts. Some people who will read this will think it's a complete work of fantasy. Hell, If I'd read it a few years ago, I'd have thought the same thing. Recent events have forced me to accept that sometimes life is turned on it's head and the most improbable scenario becomes a stark reality. Thanks everyone for your feedback on part one, and PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY! .................................................................................... At the end of part one: ...Mike and Kieran's gaze shot towards the window and all three of us clamped eyes on each other for the first time. We all froze staring at each other, the only movement, our three heaving bodies. My cum all over the window, my husband's cum puddled on the basement floor and big load of my son's cum deep inside my husband's ass. Part two: I stood perfectly still for a few seconds as my mind fully grasped what had transpired over the last several minutes. What the hell had I done? I'd just witnesses my husband getting fucked by my son. Did I respond as any normal, sane person would have? Did I scream and put my foot through the window? Did I then run into the house all rage and furry shouting with contempt, fists flying, threatening reprisals? No, I hadn't, not even close. I stood outside the window and watched like some kind of perverted cuckold. I'd been as aroused as I'd ever been in my life, jerking off like a pathetic peeping tom. I don't actually remember deciding to move, my legs just started to carry me. I lurched over the gate and started heading towards the street. I was in a kind of fugue state. As I reached the street I started to run. The next thing I remember, I was sitting in my car in the mall parking lot. I heard my cell phone ringing. Instinctively I fished it out of my pocket, 'Six missed calls, three voice mails: Mike' How long had I'd been sitting there totally zoned out? I spent the night in my car. The next morning I made my way back to the house and, once I was sure it was empty, I gathered up as much as I could carry and checked into to a hotel. That night I called Mike and we met. After the shouting, tears and accusations, Mike and I found some measure of composure and came to an agreement: We'd have three sessions with a counsellor so that we could talk through what had happened without coming to blows. Then we'd decide how we were going to move forward... Separately. We'd lived together for more than 20 years and our lives were seemingly inexorably intertwined. In the first counselings session I did almost all the talking. I let Mike know how betrayed and absolutely gutted I felt and that he's ruined my life... Our lives. He tired to explain and apologized profusely. It was the worst hour of my life and it changed nothing. I thought confronting Mike would be cathartic, it wasn't. With counselling the only way to get results was to be completely and unequivocally honest. And there's the rub: I couldn't be honest. I couldn't reveal to the counsellor that the affair with Mike had been with my son. It was the single most important detail, and yet one thing that couldn't be disclosed. If I had stated that Kieran was my son, and Mike divulged that the whole time they had been having sex I had been watching and jerking myself off at the sight of my son in a sexual situation... I'd already suffered more ignominy than I could bear. So, instead, I told a lie of omission and stated that it had been "someone very close to me who was living with us." Mike never brought up my masturbating outside the window. I figured he didn't mention it because he felt sorry for me and had inflicted enough pain without adding to my humiliation. During the next two sessions we focused on what was to happen next. I was going to move back in, Mike was to relocate to the guest room and we would start the messy and long process of splitting up: Who got what. Selling the house. There was all the furniture and our savings. What would we tell our families and friends? This was going to take some time. Over the next few days my thoughts and feelings oscillated from rage to depression and betrayal. Through all of this there was another inner storm raging. Why had I reacted the way I did when I saw them together? Not the first time, on Kieran's 20th birthday, I was in shock. The second time, at the basement window. If I'd just confronted them as I'd planned, but I hadn't, I'd done the most self- destructive thing possible. I got aroused and whipped my dick out. I was somehow culpable. Not only did I let it happen, I got off on it happening. I couldn't make any sense of it. I'd been home three days when there was a knock at the door, it was Kieran. His eyes were puffy and red and it was clear he'd been crying, "Can I come in?" he pleaded. "No, not now. I can't talk to you", I replied as I started to close the door. He began to sob. Just then, the next-door neighbour appeared walking her dog. She turned and looked towards Kieran."Fuck!" I swore, as I grabbed Kieran by the arm and pulled him across the threshold. "That's the last thing I need right now, the neighbours seeing you blubbering like a baby," I muttered as I closed the door behind him. We sat at the kitchen table while I waited for him to stop sobbing. "I've ruined everything," he gasped. "Yes, you did. Well, Mike had a hand in it too," I said. Just then I felt something for the first time since I'd seen them together fucking: Sympathy. Seeing him face to face flipped a switch in my head. My anger with my son fell away as I realized how much he was suffering and how much he'd been through in recent months. Forced out of the family home because of his sexuality. He shows up here away from all of his friends and family and then... Then I don't know what happened. That's when it struck me, there was no way I'd ever get passed this until I understood what had happened between my son and husband. .................................................................................. We talked for over an hour and Kieran explained how things had started. There was an incident in the gym's sauna when they found themselves alone. As they sat across from each other, Kieran got a whiff of the heady smell of man-sweat and started to get aroused. Being the age he is, once the process started there was no stopping it. 7" of hard cock is impossible to conceal under a damp towel. Mike noticed the tent in Kieran's lap and Mike smirked. Kieran looked down at his own feet feeling embarrassed at his 'situation'. As he was looking down something caught his eye and he shifted his glance. There it was, just under the hem of my husband's towel: The head of his cock. It started to plump and lengthen. Mike's erection grew fuller until the foreskin started to roll back and a few fleshy inches of his prick were in exposed below the towel. It was the sexiest fucking thing Kieran had seen in his young life. He felt his own cock throb at the sight. Just then, two men burst into the sauna talking and laughing. Mike and Kieran quickly adjusted their towels and rushed out of the sauna. In light of what had just transpired, they decided to skip the communal showers and quickly dressed before heading home. When they arrived, they saw my note indicating I was out shopping for food. Mike took a sniff of his armpit and announced he need to hit the shower. Kieran's cock had been hard as a rock and leaking since the incident in the sauna and he knew what he needed to do: Jack off, pronto. As he heard the water start up in the bathroom, Kieran turned on his bedroom light and flopped onto his bed and unfastened his jeans. Mike's shower would give him plenty of time to get off. He grabbed his turgid cock, the head already oozing precum. He twisted his hand around the knob, using the slippery juice as lube. Kieran was stroking his big boner as he revisited the scene in the sauna. Kieran wondered how big Mike's cock was when it was fully hard, then he wondered for a second weather if his dad or Mike had the bigger cock. As he lay there stroking his own 7", suddenly he wondered if Mike was in the shower doing the same thing: Jacking off to the scene in the sauna. 'I bet he is!' he thought. Kieran deduced if Mike were jerking off he'd have the bathroom door closed, but maybe he'd hear something. A groan perhaps? Kieran stuffed his hard cock back into his jeans, pulled his tee-shirt over the bulge and he stepped into the hall. The water was still running and Mike could be heard splashing in the shower. The door was ajar. Kieran was pulled towards the bathroom as if by some invisible hand. He stopped and listened, then he reached out and as slowly as pushed the door open. Inside the large shower stall Mike was standing in profile. The view was partially obscured with steam and spray against the glass door. His back was to the shower-head, right hand on his chest, left hand flailing away on his cock. Kieran felt his cock throb inside his jeans. He reached down and gave it a squeeze. 'Holy FUCK,' he thought. Kieran stood starring, trying to make out Mike's features, all the while manipulating his own prick through the thick denim of his jeans. Kieran couldn't quite make out Mike's cock, but the rhythmic arm gestures were easy to decipher. Suddenly Mike's knees buckled slightly and he let out a low growl followed by a series of sharp grunts. Kieran stood and drank in the view as Mike rinsed off. For the first time he'd seen another man jerk off and cum. The fact that it was his father's husband didn't even register in the moment. All that he was thinking was that he's seen a hot, fit daddy stroking his cock and he knew Mike had cum thinking about Kieran boned-up in the gym sauna. Suddenly he snapped back to reality as he heard the water shut off. Kieran slipped back to his bedroom as he heard the shower door slide open. He pushed his door closed as he flopped onto his bed without bothering to turn off the light. He tore the front of his jeans open, grabbing his stiff prick. He started stroking furiously. As Mike stepped out of the shower the first thing he noticed as he wrapped himself in a towel was the bathroom door, wide open to the hall. Kieran lay on his bed replaying in his head what he had just witnessed. As he stroked his fist up and down, he reached for his nipple with the fingers of his other hand and gently grazed it. A jolt shot through his body. Just then, he heard the floor creak directly outside his bedroom. He glanced over to see his door opening. Mike stood there in his towel, his still half-engorged cock obvious beneath it. Mike's eyes were taking in the sight of Kieran pleasuring himself on his bed, Unlike in the sauna, Kieran's 7" cock was on full display. Mikes eyes drifted from Kieran's jeans and boxers pulled down to his knees, then to his cock, his abs, chest and then up to his face. 'The kid was fucking gorgeous', he thought. Their eyes met, Kieran stiffened and let out a whimper and a barley audible 'daddy.' His entire body convulsed and his skin turned bright pink, he started to make a low gurgling sound. Then it started: Cum flew out his cock in long, powerful ropes. The first hit his chin, the second two landed on his face, the next volley blasted onto the headboard with a splash. Some more spooge bubbled out and pooled on his abs as he started to come down from the most intense, explosive orgasm of his life. Mike spoke, "Just like your father, your both come like Peter North." Then Mike turned and headed to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. ................................................................................... Flash forward to Kieran and I sitting across from each other several weeks later. My son had just told me in graphic detail how the affair with my husband had started. I felt my blood pressure rise at the thought Mike's betrayal. Then I noticed some other pressure. My cock, it was hard again. The mental picture of the sauna incident; Kieran divulging how he'd groped himself as he spied on Mike masturbating in the shower; An explicit retelling of and Mike watching as Kieran plastered his own face and headboard with his hefty load. Perhaps it was natural for me to get aroused at all this talk of sex. So then I wondered, was Kieran now also boned up as he recounted these sexual incidents to his father? Suddenly I was transported back to the basement window where I'd had my cock in my hand as I watched my son fucking my husband. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: As I'd stumbled away from the basement window that night, everyone's passion spent, (including mine) I was jealous. Absolutely green with envy. Almost as soon as I knew what I was feeling, I also knew why. My husband and son had shared a level of physical and emotional intimacy I'd never experience with either of them. After I'd seen Mike sucking Kieran's cock on his 20th birthday, I knew that my husband and I would never share that level of intimacy again. As Kieran and I continued to talk, the details of the sordid affair were laid bare. A few days after the sauna incidence Mike and Kieran took another trip to the gym. When they got to the parking lot, Mike found a secluded spot and turned off the car and said, "We need to clear the air." They both agreed that things had just spiralled out of control and nothing like that could ever happen again. In fact, they agreed this should be their last trip to the gym together for a while. Kieran and Mike were just about to get out of the car when Kieran said, "There is one thing I need to know?" Mike listened as Kieran continued, "Why didn't you just lock the bathroom door if you were going to ...You know, jerk off." Mike sighed, "Look Kieran you're young and dammed good looking. If I'm being totally honest, I left the bathroom door ajar because part of me wanted you to see what I was doing, but I told myself you wouldn't be interested. It was a huge mistake." Kieran piped up, "How could I not be interested? You're such a smoking hot daddy." "Really, you think so?" Mike asked as a smile spread across his face. "Ya," Kieran answered as he smiled back. Mike squirmed uncomfortably in his seat," "I think we'd better head in now" Kieran shifted his weight and said "I might need a moment before I go in there, I've got a bit of a situation happening...You know, down there. Talking about what happened, you know... I'm 20, Just mention sex and..." Kieran's voice trailed off" Mike asked, "If you want I can go in ahead until things, you know, settle down." Kieran said, "I have a better idea, turn on some of that jazz music you listen to, that will kill my woody," and he smiled. Mike turned on the radio and selected the jazz station. You can probably guess what happened next. As they sat there, Mike's resolve melted away. At first he just glanced over, Kieran had an obvious erection in his warm-up pants. Mike looked away. He heard Kieran shift slightly and he looked back. Kieran was now looking out the passenger-side window, his hand was in his lap resting on his crotch. Then Kieran tilted his head his head back and closed his eyes. Mike waited and watched, alternating his glaze from Kieran's closed eyes to his bulging crotch. Kieran readjusted his hard cock and then squeezed it a few times. A wet spot appeared on the warm-up pants right where his cock-head was straining against the fabric. Mike reached over the arm rest and put his hand on the seat beside Kieran's leg. Things moved along quickly from there. Within a few minutes Kieran had his trackies pulled down and hooked under his shaved balls, working his cock over. My husband pulled his own pants down a bit to get full access to his prick. In the process, the coins in his pocket spilled out onto the floor where I found them the next day. Kieran told me that they never actually touched each other, they just sat there jerking themselves off and stealing furtive glances while putting on a bit of a show for each other. After a few minutes Kieran could feel the cum building up in his balls and announced he was about to shoot. Mike said, "Let me see it! Lift your ass up a bit so I can get a good look." Kieran reclined the seat a bit more and lifted his butt off the seat. "Here it cums daddy! Watch this, It's going to be a geyser!" True to his word, Kieran gave his cock a couple more quick strokes, then squeezed the base of his 7" tool. The salvo started with a powerful surge. Kieran's cum made an audible 'splat' as it ricochet off the sun-visor. A couple more shots reached the roof-liner and one or two veered over his shoulder into the back seat. Mike's senses were under full assault, the sight of Kieran's cum cannon unloading, the sound of his grunts and the spattering boy-batter and finally the tipping point, the smell of spooge. Mike flailed his meaty cock a final time and he came. Some of his cum landed on the arm rest and slithered out of sight where it would remain concealed until I found it the next morning. Fifteen minutes later they were in the parking lot of a 24 hour variety store. My husband ran in a bought a package of 'wet wipes'. As they sat in the dim light of the store front they did their best to erase the evidence. Almost all of the wipes were used up cleaning the cum off the sun-visor and fabric headliner. Kieran reached into the back seat for his gym bag to grab a clean shirt and noticed a few stray spatters on the back seat. My husband used some Kleenex to clean himself up as best he could. After one more quick look around the car, they determined that all the evidence had been expunged and they headed for home. In their haste they missed two things, all the change on the floor and that drying deposit of semen between the seat and armrest. So that brings us to that weekend, Kieran's 20th. You've heard what I saw that night. (in chapter one) My son confirmed that after an initial fright, they were convinced that I hadn't seen anything. Finding me upstairs puking my guts out, they believed it had just been all that I'd had to drink. Almost an hour earlier, after I'd gone to bed and the movie had finished, Mike had come up stairs. He opened our bedroom door and found me sleeping. He closed the door and returned downstairs and rejoined my son. They were both pretty drunk. "What's up dad?" Kieran asked. "Your father is passed out across the whole bed. I'm going to have one more beer before I call it a night," replied Mike. Kieran asked Mike if he'd ever watched a Spider-Man movie. Mike said, "Not that I can remember." Kieran said, "We'll just watch the opening scene, if you like it, we can watch it another time." Mike settled in with his beer, sitting on the floor in front of the couch as Kieran cued up the movie from his seat behind him. Mike started to doze off, propped up against the front of the couch. He shifted a bit to get more comfortable coming to rest against my son's leg. "You still awake?" Kieran inquired. No answer. This time he whispered, "Hey dad, are you awake?" Mike was falling asleep so, it didn't quite registered. Kieran reached for the remote and turned the volume off. The sudden silence actually caused Mike to waken a bit and become more aware of his surroundings as he refocused on the movie. With his body pressed up against Kieran's leg, he felt the boy stir. The silence was broken by a sound. It was quiet but unmistakable, a zipper. The last vestiges of Mike's grogginess evaporated. Another shift from Kieran caused the couch to wobbled a bit. Kieran's leg pressed a bit more firmly against Mike's side. Then, barley perceptible at first, the couch behind Mike started to jiggle. Gradually the jiggling became more pronounced. Kieran had started to jerk off. The beers and the spandex-clad super-hero combined with the pressure of Mike's body against his leg conspired to fuel his lust. Mike reached over and put his hand on Kieran's bare foot and gently squeezed. Kieran sighed and arched his foot in response. With his eyes fixed on the flat-screen, Kieran spoke, as if to the muscular web-slinger on the TV, "My Spidey senses are really tingling, God I could use a blow-job right now." Meanwhile, upstairs, I was beginning to wake up. Where was Mike? I slipped out of our bed and made my way to the top of the stairs and listened: Silence. I slowly made my way down the stairs and along the hall. As I crept closer to our family room I spotted them, bathed in the light of the TV. Kieran was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with his jeans around his feet. Mike was kneeling on the floor with his head in my son's lap. I was paralyzed, my mind trying to process what I was seeing. Kieran's eyes were fixed on the TV his hand on the back of Mike's head as he guided my husband's mouth up and down on his cock. Then I heard Kieran's whispered voice: "Yaaa, that's it daddy, suck your boy's cock. Show me how much you love your boy's big prick." I could hear my husbands muffled grunts and I could see he had his hand between his legs stroking himself. My eyes kept alternating between my husband on his knees sucking my son's cock and Kieran's face with a look of pure ecstasy on it. My son spoke again, "Are you ready for it this time daddy? I want to unload my balls right in your mouth. I want you to swallow your boy's cum, all of it." ................................................................................... Now I had all the missing pieces of the story. I had knit what I'd seen and suspected together with the missing details Kieran provided. Again my thought's turned to my husband. This was Mike's fault! He was the adult; He was my husband; He should have stopped this before it started. Then my mind stumbled. As I looked to my lap, there it was, that bloody big boner with a mind of it's own and no sense of decency. What was worse, a big wet spot had formed on my jeans. Involuntarily I flexed my stiff cock. I felt the head squish through a puddle of precum and the spot doubled in size. I looked back up Kieran, he was looking calmer and more composed. There was one more thing we need to discuss before we parted company, perhaps forever. I needed to try and explain my actions the night Kieran had fucked my husband. He'd seen me outside the window, my cum dripping down the glass. I desperately wanted him to understand the state of mind I was in and how my jealousy had driven me to do what I had done. ............................................................................... As I try to explain my actions that fateful night to my son, Kieran reveals a critical detail I was unaware of. This detail would change everything. More to cum...