Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:18:42 -0800 (PST) From: Frank NIaw Subject: FATHER-SON TALK , Part 4 FATHER-SON TALK 4 -- Discovery by TucsonDaddy lannyr99@yahoo.com This story contains graphic sexual scenes between boys and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. In most states by law you are not allowed to read this story, if you are under 18 years of age. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any living or deceased persons or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. FATHER-SON TALK 4 -- Discovery We had almost gone back to sleep when I was startled back to groggy wakefulness by some noise. Straining to hear, it was the soft click of the door knob turning then a low light from the hallway silhouetted a figure in the door way. The shadow moved into my room and pulled aside the curtain to admit more light. I recognized dad. "Why was he here?" I wondered. He stepped over to the bed and looked down at me. I could make out his face and smiled up at him. He squatted down until we were face to face and smiled back at me. His hand reached out to move the hair out of my face. "I'm glad to see you're sleeping together. Guess it all worked out exactly as you set it up, huh?" he said softly. I felt so warm and comfortable with my dad here seeing me and Freddy together. "Uh huh," I whispered back. "It was wonderful. I was kinda worried but Freddy was as ready to start sucking cock, so we spent hours kissing, sucking and playing." "Did you get to fuck him?" dad asked eyes seemed to be glowing from the excitement of learning about our successful mating. I grinned hugely. "Oh, daddy. Yes. But he fucked me first. And he was still hard so he fucked me again. Then we took a shower and I... I... well, I got to fuck him too." "Good for you, son. I'm proud of you for taking this chance and now look at you two beautiful boys in bed together. You're the perfect couple." He leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. Not just a peck but a long kiss without tongue. I know he loves me. Now I want him to love me more. But I didn't say that. "I'll make sure mom doesn't come in. You two just get up when you're ready. See you later." He rose, and walked to the door which he opened, pressed the lock button, and closed. No surprise visits now. My mind was spinning with possibilities. Dad told me to be brave and take a risk by seducing Freddy. Now I know I can get dad's cock in my mouth too. And maybe that big cock up my ass. My planning was cut short as Freddy stirred beside me. I looked at him. His eyes were wide open now, confusion at first then recognition of where he was and what we had done. He smiled a big grin and cuddled up to me. "It's not a dream. We really did do those things last night didn't we?" he asked rhetorically. I pulled him close to kiss his delectable mouth then said, "Yes, we really did become lovers last night. I'm so happy even if my ass is a little sore." "Too sore for me to fuck you this morning?" he asked. "I'm so horny for you." "I'm horny for you too. I've got the biggest hard on ever. Let's!" I replied excitedly. "Me first," said Freddy confidently knowing that he was the dominant one in this relationship. "Now get the lube." Hearing my boy friend talk so confidently like this was a real turn on. I felt my nipples harden. My cock twitch from knowing that he'd always be in charge. Rolling over, I picked up the small tube from the night stand next to the two dildos. I made a mental note to clear this stuff up before opening the door. Throwing off the sheet and cover, he moved to kneel next to me. "Lube up my cock, babe," he said. I poured some lube onto my palm and handed him the tube. His cock was so hard! I was so horned up with my hand wrapped around it making it slippery for mating me. Again. It was such an exciting thought: that we'd be fucking each other and often. I felt his fingers rubbing the area around my anus before pushing gently into me. I was still sore from last night but wanted him inside me again even more badly. After he loosened me up with his fingers, he wiped his hand on the towel and I wiped mine. I raised and spread my legs to give him ample room to use my hole. A shiver went through me knowing that my boy friend was about to fuck my boy pussy again. He moved between them, smiled at me and asked, "Ready?" "Always ready for your dick, boy friend," I said as I felt the head touch my puckered entrance. "I like hearing you say those words. I really wanted to be your boy friend for a long time. Now it's true," he said moving his hips forward. Here we go again." &&&& After we'd recovered and I'd fucked him, we rose a little unsteadily to hobble into the bathroom and start the shower. While it warmed we walked to the stool, opened the lid and began to pee. "Oh, man, I was so full of piss. Could hardly stand it," he sighed. "Me too," feeling the relief of my bladder emptying. I watched the twin streams of darker yellow fluid, my mind flashing back to those moments in the shower last night when I..." Smiling at the memory, Freddy's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I liked when you licked my pee," he said softly reaching over to put a hand on my shoulder. "You want to do it again?" "Nah," I replied. "Old piss is bitter. Later this morning when we've drunk a few glasses of water. We can come back, and I'll do it for you again." Our flow was ebbing then became a trickle slowing even to a few drips clinging to our soft cock heads. Freddy tore off two pieced of paper handing me one. "Wipe it," he said. We both did, dropped the paper into the bowl of yellow water, and flushed. Turning as one, we walked toward the shower. Even as I stepped into it, feeling the water spraying down on me, my cock began to harden again. I so wanted to suck him again even knowing he didn't have any cum left. He closed the door, pressed himself against my back, his equally erect dick filling my ass crack. "I love you," he said his hand moving around to take my cock. "I love you too, Freddy," I whispered, my voice made husky from the lust I felt rising. It was thus we leave the two young gay lovers. Locked in an embrace which will lead to yet another spilling of semen. Give them time to find relief with each other while attention turns to the breakfast table where Josh's mom and dad are sipping coffee, listening to soft music from the radio. She put her hand on his and looked at him. He was gazing at her still seeing the young, woman he'd married 17 years ago. Still as beautiful as ever. He was so deeply in love with her, and this bond seemed to grow stronger with each passing year. "I'm so glad we could get away by ourselves last night. I really need some time to be with just you, as my husband, as my lover," she said softly gazing into his eyes. He laughed softly. "Me too. Time seems to slip by with all our obligations: work, family, friends. As though some force is letting us stand close enough to touch, but not close enough for more. Last night was just perfect. Being with you always makes me feel so romantic toward you. Just like those days B.C. when we could get a call and go to a party without finding a sitter." "B.C.," she thought and smiled. "Yes, before children. Frank took her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it lightly. "That dinner, the dancing really put me in the mood to be your husband. "And I wanted you to be my husband; to love me. Make love to me." "You've always turned me on when you kiss me," he said. "Last night after we got home was so wonderful. Trying to walk down the hallway without making noise." "If you'd have let me unzip my own dress...," she giggled, remembering. Then her face turned more serious. Frank sensed the change and waited for her to speak. "Did you notice anything unusual this morning when you came down from checking on the boys?" she asked. Frank frowned slightly in thoughtfulness and tried to recall each step he'd taken since coming downstairs. He'd walked into the kitchen and to the coffee maker just a it finishing perking the coffee. He hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary except that the boys had taken pains to pick up after they had pizza. No box nor empty Coke bottles lying abandoned on the counter. No dishes in the sink. He'd have to remember to compliment them on taking care of their own messes. So unlike them. Must be part of the new Josh, he was anticipating. He'd poured his coffee into a cup with a creamer and a packet of sweetener, then came to the table. "Well, it seems that our boys are taking care of their stuff. No clutter as we usually find." "That's it exactly," Erica replied slapping her hand on the table for emphasis. I noticed too so I took one extra step. There is no pizza box nor Coke bottle in the trash. No dirty dishes in the sink nor in the dishwasher. The place looks as though they hadn't eaten what they loved along with a couple of bottles of Coke. A little suspicious, don't you think? There are no wet towels either. When we left they were playing computer games in his bedroom. It looks as though they never left his bedroom." Frank realized with a sinking feeling where this line of reasoning was headed. "So Ms. Suspicious Mother, what's your conclusion?" "They didn't leave the room because they found something else to do. If they got online to look at porn, they'd get hungry. If they played games for a couple more hours, they'd get hungry and maybe even want to jump in the pool. No, I don't think they did any of those things. I think they, well, went to bed and had sex." She stopped talking to look at Frank for confirmation. He smiled and said, "Supposing that you are right, then I have two questions. First, boys at this age are horny most of the time. If they decided to, ah, experiment and have sex, which is not uncommon, so what? Second, what do you suggest we do about it?" It was obvious she was unprepared to deal with the idea that her son and his best friends were sexually involved. Although, had it been a daughter who was similarly involved with her boy friend, she'd know immediately what to do." A second thought came to her, "That word, boy friend, her son had a boy friend? A scary thought but, as Frank suggested, not so uncommon. Most parents wouldn't see a son in a boy-boy relationships as his boy friend." That even brought a smile to her lips, Josh has a boy friend. No escaping that. "You're smiling," said Frank, "You've got a solution?" "Sorry, wasn't thinking about a way to fix this, since it's unlikely to be fixable. If we meddle, they'd still find ways to get together. If my mom and dad had tried to stop me from seeing my steady boy friend in high school, we'd still be fucking. Although mom was smart and even wise enough to understand and got me lots of condoms, which we used enormously." She paused then went on, her eyes on Frank's face to see any sign of emotions. "It hit me that a daughter having a boy friend would be the normal. But my son having a boy friend, well, it just rings oddly. But... I can accept that. Better sex with love, even puppy love, than simply raw sex." Frank breathed a sigh of relief. His own young explorations with a good friend had drawn them close. Almost too close. Boy friend? He had no problem with that. "OK, then, what's the next step." "Simple," she said. "We confront them. Let them know we suspect what they are doing. Offer the evidence I gave you." "I agree, though, we should talk with Josh alone, to tell him our suspicions. Let him rebut them." Frank looked at Erica's grin, knowing their thoughts were in alinement. "Good," she said happily. "And after?" "After?" Frank repeated. "Do you mean after we confront, he denies, and we show him how weak his position is. That after?" She laughed, "Yes. We agree we can't deny him, ehr... them, their continued sleeping together, so we, do what? My opinion is tell him we don't agree with what they are doing...." She paused in mid-sentence, having a sudden realization. "Or do we disagree?" Her eyes looked into his causing Frank to become mentally off balance in his belief they'd covered the essential details. "I... uhm... I... what... what do you mean by do we disagree?" "Just what I said," she responded. "Do you disagree with their homo relationship." Frank felt his face begin to burn. "You don't disagree, do you," Erica said his emotions having given him away. Was there a hint of sadness in her tone? "I... I... no, I don't agree. Sorry about that. I guess I was caught up in.. this is hard to say... I guess I felt sadness." Her mouth fell open in surprise. "Sadness? Why sadness?" "Isn't it obvious, honey. No matter how you look at it, our son is taking another step on his own journey. I'm hoping it will be just a phase as other boys have done. But with trends today, he won't be alone. This entire discussion had caused Frank to think of the wonder of sucking cock he'd learned decades ago between the open thighs of an older, more experienced somebody." His mind drifted back to those glorious days of his blossoming homosexuality. &&& "That's it, baby. You suck daddy's cock. Oh, baby! You suck me so well." Encouraged by those words Frank felt himself being swept into the emotional whirlpool of lust. All he wanted at this instant of time was to be the best cock sucker ever. His lips closed around the head, his tongue lapped at the piss slit, caused that body to writhe in the pleasure Frank was giving him. Frank felt intense pride in being good at this. His fingers moved around the spit-wetted shaft while his mouth rode the hard six inches up and down. Again and again he repeated sucking, licking, and stroking knowing that soon he'd receive his gift. His entire being was focused on giving the most pleasure to this boy. Even as he thought it, his boy friend had grabbed his head and shoved his cock deep into Frank's tight throat. "Mph... Uhhhh... I'm cumming," grunted the cock owner. "I'm cumming, Frank. You fucking queer. I'm cumming." As ropes of sticky semen shot into Frank's mouth and throat, he gloried in the delight of those words. He really was a fucking queer. A queer for cock. For this cock. It felt so good to be his personal sucker and fuckee. The feeling of that rock hard dick pushed up his ass. Filling him, bringing him to a powerful ejaculation, the feeling was indescribable but deliciously satisfying. When the cock's jerking had subsided, and he felt the head resting on his tongue, he knew his task was to lick it clean. How he loved that part of this ceremony. Licking clean the end of his lover's cock. As it slipped from between his lips, Frank tilted his head back, opening his mouth and extending his tongue, displaying the pool of white semen on it. "Good, sweetheart, a nice load I gave you." A hand patted his cheek signaling that he could swallow. He closed his eyes once more and savored one more time the tangy gift. One swallow and it was down his gullet. Only its flavor remained on his tongue and the sharp memory in his mind. The words of praise and the touch of his hand on his cheek was his reward. "Oh, you dear, sweet cum hound. I do love feeding you my semen, my baby makers." his lover said. "Not every cock sucker wants my cum, but you do and I love you for your faithfulness. After every blow job, you've not hesitated to take my cum and clean my cock. Frank looked up into those eyes and saw happiness and love reflected therein. "Thank you, da.." he was a bout to speak the name of his lover when he was pulled back to the reality of his discussion with Erica. &&& She leaned forward and ran her hands up his thighs. As they did, one thumb stopped in further progress by the hardon now pressed against his thigh. He jerked as it pushed against his rock hard penis. Their eyes met. Frank realized instantly his cover story was blown. She didn't need to say a word for him to know what was in her mind. Though he felt his heart sinking, he knew what he had to do. Her eyes were hard, face unsmiling as she whispered, "Your cock says otherwise." Silence settled between them. She moved back, sitting upright in her chair, then continued. "No more crap, Frank. I want to know what's gone on between you and Josh." Taking a deep breath, he said, albeit softly, "OK, I guess you deserve to know what Josh and I talked about a couple of weeks ago." She smiled and nodded agreement. "I wasn't going to ask you to break the confidence you have with our growing son, but if he and Freddy are having sex, we need to talk about this." Frank took a deep breath and wondered how little he could tell her without getting into the personal side. "We talked about sex but in a more personal way. I asked him about his, well, sex life. He told me some. For example, he's very interested in a girl named Clarissa." Erica said, "I've met her and her mom at the last open house at school. She's quite pretty and has a sparkling personality. Just the kind of girl any boy would get the hots for. Especially in these days when his hormones are probably going off the charts." "That was pretty much his own thoughts. Said he has dreams about her. Wakes up very aroused." "Typical guy. Just like his father although I'm hoping you aren't thinking about cute 14-year-old girls!" she added. "Not likely. Especially when I have a lovelier more mature, and sexier woman in bed with me." He laughed along with her. But Erica was not to be steered elsewhere. "Sooo. Did you talk about homosexual sex?" Frank blinked twice realizing that he was going to have to admit Josh's interest in Freddy.. "Yes," he stated as calmly as he could despite the racing on his heart. He didn't want to tell her that. "Well?" she pressed. "What about it. Did he say anything about Freddy?" The truth was being forced out bit by bit. "He did. Said he wanted in his words, 'To suck Freddy's cock'." "So he did it," said Erica calmly nodding to herself. She didn't ask anything further apparently her curiosity was satisfied. "They were in the same bed, together, when I checked on them." he added. She said, "I can live with that. Do you think he's gay or going gay?" "I think both of them are inundated by sexual feeling so that any opportunity that arises, no pun intended, they'll take it whether it's a boy. Or a girl," he added hastily. "I can imagine that last evening when they stripped down to put on their Speedos, they saw each other naked, got instant hardons and went to bed." "OK," she said with a satisfied smile. "That takes care of part of my concerns. Did anything come up about you...,?" she began but her thought was interrupted. "Hi, mom. Dad," said Josh's voice from the door. Both turned to look at the boys standing there wearing sleeping shorts and t-shirts. "Hi, boys," she said rising to greet them. She hugged both of them, then they went over to Frank to hug him. "Hi, boys," he said. "Hunger finally get to you?" "Yeah," confirmed Freddy. "I'm really hungry. What's for breakfast?" "Just like a boy!" huffed Erica waiting to bring food to the table. "Hot or cold cereal?" "Hot," said Josh while Freddy said, "Cold." All in the same breaths. They looked at each other and laughed. "You can both have what you want. I'll start the oatmeal." "It's OK, Mrs. G." said Freddy, "I'll take hot too." "Why, thank you Freddy. You're a real gentleman taking my work into consideration. Why don't you boys just sit down while I take care of this. Frank, could you get the orange juice and glasses. I'll cook up some bacon." Josh and Freddy took seats at the table while Frank went for the orange juice. While in the fridge, he took out the bacon. "How about some toast?" he asked. "Yeah," said the boys in unison. He took out the butter, jam, bread and orange juice which he carried to the table where he left the juice, butter and jam. The bread and bacon he carried to the counter where the toaster was located. Erica smiled at him and said with a whispered, "Thanks, lover. Saved me a few steps." "Efficiency is what I call it." Frank said back. She busied herself placing bread into the toaster. She then turn on the range, and placed a skillet on the burner to start several rashers of bacon. "Frank, how much bacon do you want?" "Two," he answered. "Hey, boys, how'd you sleep last night." Did he sense a slight nervousness appear on their faces. "It was OK," said Josh not looking Frank in the face. "Yeah, it was good. I slept real good even though it wasn't in my own bed," replied Freddy.. "Only had to get up to go pee once." He paused then apologized, "I'm not supposed to say that word when I visit other homes." Everybody laughed. "Well, we all do it too," agreed Erica. "So it's OK to say it here." The spitting sound of the frying bacon signaled the promise of tasty meat. "I'm sure hungrier now," said Freddy. "That bacon smells good." The toaster popped sending four slices of browned bread jumping up. Frank took a plate onto which he plopped the brown toast. "Here you go, boys," He said placing the plate on the table. Each grabbed slice, and slathered on butter and jam, then began biting off chunks and chewing contentedly. "Mmm..." said Freddy. "You sure make good toast, Mr. K." "Thanks, Freddy. You sure eat toast very well." The boys laughed. "Bacon's on," exclaimed Erica placing a plate with ten slices of sizzling bacon on it. Both boys immediately took three slices leaving two each for Frank and Erica. Breakfast continued with some conversation back and forth. When they finished, the boys said they were going swimming as they left the table and ran upstairs. "Can we continue our conversation about the talk you had with Josh?" Erica asked. "Why don't we wait until they go swimming?" Frank suggested hoping to put off the inevitable. "I have a suspicion that our little homo boys are not coming right back down." This was an accurate guess as time passed without them instantly returning. "I was about to ask, if your father-son talk about homosexuality included the chat rooms and porn sites?" Frank nodded, "Yes, it did." "Did he tell you which chat rooms he goes into?" "He was completely open and obvious about his interests in them." "Does he chat with grown men?" Frank was beginning to feel very uncomfortable but he answered nonetheless. "He does." "So he has fantasies about sex with men"? "He didn't say an interest in men, just liked chatting with some. I warned him that he should not be chatting in those places. They are dangerous. Many men there have bad intentions for boys." Frank answered. "He promised he'd never give his phone number, email, address or anything personal." "You have to get him off of those sites!" she said, a worried expression on her face, "But I know you can't. All you can do is warn him." "One way or another he'd find a way to talk about gay sex with older men." Suddenly the two boys came running past them wearing their oh-so-tight-fitting Speedos. Both Erica and Frank stopped talking long enough to watch them. Frank felt a strong draw for Josh's beautiful bubble butt. "Yes, it is, isn't it, Frank?" "What is?" "His ass. Looks so hot in the fabric stretched over it." He nodded without taking his eyes off of him as Josh ran out the large glass door to the pool deck . "Back to my question: How about you, honey?" she asked. "l thought the way you looked at your son, suggests an interest in him." "Huh? What?" Frank said confused by this sudden 180-degree turn, putting the spotlight back on him. "Simple, honey. Does he have an interest in you?" "I'm his dad, Erica. That's not only a bad idea but illegal as well." "I'm not asking if he has suggested that just maybe he'd like to...?" "Do you mean have sex with me?" He was barely able to speak for fear the tremor in his voice would give away his true feelings. "Or you with him?" Erica said as she moved aside his already tenting robe to take his erection into her hand. "My gawd. Frank, you've got a rod of steel here. This is a better indicator or your interest than your words. Wow! What a beauty!" she said with a smile, gazing at the monster in her hand. They had started out sitting beside each other but had moved their chairs so that they were nearly facing each other. "Turn your chair to face me, please?" He scooted his chair so he was facing her now. "Let's try something," she said as she slid from her chair to kneel between his thighs. She pulled his robe apart exposing his cock and balls. Taking his cock, she looked up at hm, "Close your eyes and pretend I'm Josh." "Why?" he said already guessing what was about to happen. "Just do it. Now say to me, 'Suck my cock, Josh.'" He knew what he wanted and fought against it. "Say it, Frank." "Suck my cock, Josh." he felt her lips close around his throbbing member and begin to suckle. Suddenly it was no longer a game. His mind easily accept that the mouth on his cock bringing such great pleasure was Josh's. "Suck me, baby!" he cried out. He was hearing sounds of satisfaction. Some were his; some were Josh's. "Ohhh...! So good, Josh. Make your daddy feel good. Suck daddy's cock." He felt the lips and tongue make him even hornier. Then it happened. He felt his cock head swell slightly and groaned out, "I'm cumming! Nghhhh..." His cock exploded into "Josh's" mouth which had stopped sucking, allowing the several juicy spurts of cum to pour onto Erica's tongue. Now she was simply licking his sensitive head. Finished she pulled off of Frank's flaccid cock, looked up at him, and with a smile said, "You really liked that didn't you, honey?" She licked her lips appreciatively. Erica had just closed Frank's robe and sat upright again, when the sliding glass door opened and Josh stepped in. She rose without thinking and faced her son. Josh stopped, realizing that he'd just missed something important. Her robe was hanging partially open exposing one breast but somehow it didn't matter that Josh glimpsed her bare breasts. With a gasp she saw her exposure, pretended a shocked realization and quickly pulled her robe closed. She smiled at Josh, leaned over and kissed Frank sharing his semen with him. "What happened" he asked. He felt that he'd missed something. "It's nothing, dear," she said calmly pulling her mouth from Franks. She licked a few drops of semen from his cheek. "Just helping daddy relax." Unsatisfied with her answer, he looked from his mom to his dad and back again. "What do you need, honey," Erica asked him. "I came in for a drink of juice," he said. "Too late. I just swallowed the last," she said with a giggle. "Huh?" he asked quizzically. "There's at least half a pitcher." "Oh." Erica continued. "You mean orange juice. Yes. Plenty in the fridge." Josh, still puzzled by her behavior, continued toward the refrigerator when Erica stopped him. "Give your dad a kiss,"she said pushing him lightly toward Frank. Josh's confusion increased but walked to where Frank was sitting, waiting for him. He approached Frank who pulled him close so he could put his lips on Josh's. Startled by this sudden change in his dad's behavior, he tried to pull back. He couldn't; his mom's hands holding him against his dad's mouth. After a second more of resistance, he let it happen. He was kissing his dad! Their tongues danced and Josh felt his heat rising. He was simultaneously confused and delighted. He kissed long and deep. As he was recovering from this delicious mating of their mouths he felt hands on his Speedo. He pulled back to see his mom was sliding it down his legs. Without thinking he stepped out of it. He should have felt shame at knowing his mom was looking at him. Naked. But somehow the heat in his groin was rising and he didn't care. He wanted her to see his body. He felt her warm hand envelop his rising cock. That felt so good. Oh so good! He noticed idly that her robe was open again. Breasts and shaved pubes. The thin line between the lips. But what really caught his eyes was that his dad's robe was open too. That cock he longed for was there lying lazily across his thigh. "Go ahead, Josh," his mom whispered into his ear. "Go ahead. You know you want to suck your daddy's prick. Now you can. Go ahead." Seeing his dad's cock bare, waiting for his mouth was excruciatingly arousing. The feel of his mom's hand slowly jacking him. All this was causing the sexual tension in the room to grow. Josh reached out for his dad's thick member and stepped forward to accept it, to suck. He looked into his dad's eyes and saw acceptance. Frank nodded encouragement as Josh's fingers closed around the rapidly growing cock. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Erica whispered. "Go ahead. Kneel." Josh felt himself lowering his body, kneeling as though his mom were controlling them. Eyes still on his father's, he leaned forward, mouth open to accept this hard rod of man flesh into his mouth. "That's it, baby boy. Suck. Suck your daddy's big cock." Erica whispered in his ear. "You know you want it. You've always wanted to suck him." Josh felt his head nod, accepting the words. His lips had just closed around the massive mushroom head, when reality came crashing back and hit Josh like a hammer, jolting him out of his stupor. He yanked his head back from the deliciously throbbing cock his fingers were wrapped around. He rose, frightened by the situation. "What's going on?" he demanded, looking first at Frank, then at Erica. His eyes moved down to see his hand. Just for a fraction of a second, he did not want to release this warm thing, skin like velvet, so soft. Yet the hardness he also felt, was rigid, hard, needing attention. He yanked his hand back, releasing Frank's throbbing, hard cock which bounced up and down a few times. He backed away. "This is crazy," he said breathing hard. "Parents aren't supposed to act like this. Making me kiss my dad. Making me almost suck his cock." Erica's hand still held his own raging prick, pulsing with each beat of his heart. He pushed it away and took another step back. His face was contorted by confusion and fear. "We didn't make you do anything, honey.," said Erica softly. "Nothing you didn't already want to do" He stared at her, his mind in a whirl. Yes, he had wanted to suck Frank's big cock. But not in front of his mother, for Christ sake. "We just gave you a gentle shove," she continued. "It's what you really wanted, wasn't it?" "Yes... no..," he stuttered. "But you..." Josh wiped his lips as though this would make all that had happened in the last 60 seconds go away. His heart still begin a mad tattoo. The way they were acting. Mom's open robe. Dad's too. What had he been doing? Frank sensed that Josh was getting too much, too quickly. He reached out to touch Josh's shoulder. "Your mother... She didn't see any pizza box nor empty soda bottle. She guessed what you and Freddy did all last evening." "We picked up everything. Just like you told us," he said, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He was feeling trapped. Erica slowly shook her head. "No pizza box in the trash, honey." Erica reached out to pull him close. In his panicked state he fell into the safety of his mother's embrace. "Oh, mom, dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Her robe was still open and he felt her naked body against his own. Her hard nipples pressed into his soft boy flesh. "You've nothing to be sorry for, Josh. Your mom's a smart lady. She can figure out what's going on. "Are you mad at me, mommy?" he asked with trepidation as he raised his face to look at hers. She smiled and said, "Honey, I'm not mad. I can't be mad. What you and Freddy did is normal. All boys get horny at your age. You and Freddy have known each other a long time. Your hormones are making you guys crazy for sex. If girls can't or won't help you, you turn to each other." He stepped over to Frank and hugged him. "Thanks, dad. I'm glad you're not mad. I love you. You too, mom. I love you both." "I... we... your mom and I, both love you too," Frank said, hugging him back. He stepped back to look in their faces. "Then it's OK for us to keep... uhm... you know?" "On one condition," she said looking at him sternly. "Anything," he said. "Promise me you won't go into any more chat rooms to talk with men, gay, or straight." Then as an afterthought she added, "Or bisexual." His mouth moved soundlessly for a few seconds as if trying to form words of protest. But nothing came out. Erica broke in on his mouth flapping to say, "Look! Your dad and I agree that you and Freddy can keep fucking and sucking but...." She paused then went on. "Only if you get out of the chat rooms. Is that clear?" "Uh huh," he said cowed by his mom's emphatic use of those words. Her voice softened. The sternness of her face became the gentle one he was used to seeing. "Honey. You need to cool your hormones. Stick with thoughts of Freddy. Get those others out of your mind. You and Freddy have each other. Your mutual caring for each other and having sex to cement your friendship in a very special way. Chatting with some faceless guy who might want to hurt you is just, well, a pathetic outlet. In the long run, you won't find any happiness there." "Take the deal, son," said his dad. "You ain't gonna get a better one. It is for your safety." Josh's face broke into a beatific smile. "Sure!" he said. "OK. I will. I promise." He stood there between them almost delirious with relief that his mom hadn't exploded after learning her son is acting queer. Moms! Go figure. "Now scoot," said Erica smiling broadly. "But first take these." She indicated his Speedos still lying on the floor. He stooped to pick them up, did scoot to the door, and was out in a second. They heard him shouting something to Freddy and assumed it was the good news. "That went well," said Frank watching his son's beautiful, young body as he headed back out to the pool. Erica nodded then looking him in the eyes, said, "It did and answered other questions. I've noticed that you two seem to be a lot more buddy buddy since you had you dad-son talk." She was watching him closely. "Part of my concerns are answered. Did anything come up about you and him." "I thought those were answered when we pulled down his defense and he sucked me," Frank swallowed wondering how he could avoid lying about their touching and shower. &&& Frank was bisexual, very much so. She'd been initially shocked when he agreed to go down on James that one night when the club was still running. But as she watched, she realized that he liked doing this. He was a natural-born cock sucker. For the next four or five minutes he nursed that pole even when James grunted out a warning. Watching her husband hold James's cock pour its juice into his mouth and throat, he didn't release. Frank continued to nurse on it. When the cock finally slipped from between Frank's lips he had such a dreamy, far-away look, she knew he'd found his place on the sexual scale. From this day forward she knew he'd always crave cock, hard thick cock. She knew where he went on Wednesday evenings and she let him for he was an honorable man. He'd not abandon her. &&& Her solution was keeping him satisfied and at home. Josh's hormone drenched body would always be available for his daddy's cock and mouth. Her hopes were answered albeit not in the way she'd hoped. "What I'm asking, Frank, are you and Josh having sex in any way?" she blurted out. "Don't give me any bull shit. Just tell me what you and he have done together so I can stop thinking that something is going on. I want to stop worrying that I'm in the dark." Since things had gone so well with all the disclosures, Frank thought the best path would be honesty. He told Erica how they'd gotten naked, fondled each others cocks and went to shower and shoot off. This seemed to satisfy her. She was quiet for a moment. Then looked up at his face. "But you really want to have sex with your son, don't you?" Honesty prevailed again. "I'm afraid I do." he said. "I know it's illegal and irresponsible, but I want to." He looked into Erica's eyes with such a sad demeanor, that her heart melted. "At least I'll know where you are every day." They both laughed. "Honey, I swear to you that there is no way I'd give up a lovely woman like you for a few cocks. I love you and want to be with you for as long as we live." She had moved from her chair to sit on his lap, "Oh, Frank. I hope so. Now about this Josh and Freddy thing and how you fit in! As your wife and his mother, I oughta be pissed learning what's going on in my house. Two homo boys and a bi husband. I'm counting on you, Frank, to be honest and keep the light of whatever goes on among the three of you, and to share them with me." "Honey, you'll always be at the top of my list. Nothing can change that. Not even erotic interactions with Josh." "And those other men you meet on Wednesday evening for your so-called card night?" she asked with a smirk on her face. Frank stared at her with his mouth hanging open for a split second. He closed it and tried to appear to just be an innocent accused of some undisclosed crime. "What... what... uhm... what about, my card night?" "I've known for years, right after you began going out on Wednesdays in the evening," she began. "Somehow things didn't seem quite right. One night you came in and kissed me. Your breath had an odd flavor mixed in with the beer." Frank's brow knitted in confusion. When he came in from a Wednesday card evening and she was still awake, he'd kiss her. "So I talked with one of the other wives. She was gentle when she explained that you guys have a sex orgy. Not much in the way of cards. The unusual flavor? It's cum." She continued to gaze at him. Silence stretched out between them so she spoke again. "I know that you're a closet cock sucker and I'm sure you're using condoms for more but it's OK. On the bright side I don't have to contend with another woman." She lowered her face to his and kissed him deeply. When their kiss broke, he looked into her eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Erica. You don't know how relieved I am to know you won't leave me." "You've always been a model husband aside from your homosexual Wednesday activities. I hope that you're not on the internet, chatting with gay men!" she stated emphatically, and with a real urgency. "None. Never did. Never will. Once a week on card night is a satisfactory tension breaker." Their conversation was halted as Josh and Freddy came in, and walked over to Frank and Erica. "Mr. and Mrs. K, thanks for not being mad at Josh and me. We like each other a lot. I don't know what I'd do if you told us to stop." "I suspect that like most teenagers who think they know more than their moms and dads, that you'd just keep on doing it but in secret. This way, your affair is open and we know where you are and who you are with," said Erica. "I don't agree that you should be involved with boys when there are so many pretty girls out there." "Mom," said Josh. "We still like girls!" He looked at Freddy who nodded in agreement. "We want girl friends, but I don't know about getting one." "Well, then," said Erica, "Your dad can help you with that. And I'm sure, Freddy, that your dad can help you. Don't be afraid to talk to him. Your dad, Josh, is a real lady's man. He got me from all the other women who wanted him. Right, honey?" she kissed him quickly on the lips. Frank grinned and nodded enthusiastically as he hugged Erica. "Yup, when I met your mom, there was an instant spark. We hit it off right away and I never looked at another woman again." "Well, we're going upstairs to get out of these wet suits and take a shower," Josh said taking Freddy's hand. "Right, boy friend?" Freddy grinned and they ran off together. "Isn't that sweet," said Erica watching them head up the stairs. "Sure is," Frank agreed. "They do make a cute couple, don't they." "Sadly, they do," sighed Erica. "I'm hoping this is just a passing phase. I want to have grand kids one day." "You know," whispered Frank into her ear. "We could... uhm... have another kid, just in case. Like an insurance policy?" She giggled at the sexy thought and asked, "Do you mean that? Another kid?" Frank smiled and gazed into her eyes. "I do. The real question is whether you want to go through those days of pregnancy, and all the other problems that come with a new baby." She said nothing, simply listened. "We're still young enough. Many couples wait until middle age to have a child. So..." he let the sentence dangle. "Tell you what," she said getting off of his lap. "I'll give it some honest thinking for a few days and we can talk later. I'm going to go for a swim. How about you?" she pulled off her robe displaying the body Frank craved and walked to the door. "You coming?" she said in a very sultry voice and looking back over her shoulder. Frank jumped to his feet and followed her out the door. Dropping his robe on a chaise lounge, he dove into the water to catch up with his sexy wife. End of Part 4 That worked out well, didn't it. Erica is satisfied knowing the truth about her son and her husband. Both boys and Frank are secure in knowing that Erica fully approved. Opens a bunch of doors, doesn't it.