Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 23:19:54 -0600 From: Luis Subject: Fucking Incest: Chapter 5: Unexpected Surprises Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance with any living person is mere coincidence. The following story may feature gay incest possibly involving under aged and older men. Any of such activities are not encouraged in real life. Even when this story does not present it, safe sex is always advised. The present script is intended for mature audiences only. If erotic literature is not allowed on your area at your age, please stop reading now. If this disclaimer is not followed, any consequences will not be linked to its writer. Enjoy! Fucking Incest Previously: Mister Groind had realized after half an hour way that he had forgotten his theatre tickets, so he had to go back home to get them. Upon entering his house, he had walked into his son Alex fucking the brains out of Paul, Al's best friend's brother. Jim was also there, panting on the floor, obviously having just cum himself. Chapter 5 Unexpected surprises When I entered the house I was pissed off. How could I had been so fucking stupid! If we're late for the play, Julia is gonna give me hell! Fuck me! The only date night in six months and I fuck it over! Shit! On the coffee table, just like she had said, were the two pink tickets. It was almost as she did it on purpose! If she had seen them, then why hadn't she said anything? It was always the same with that woman, she saw I was making a mistake, yet she didn't say a word to me about it. Sometimes I think she does it only to be able to give me the piss afterwards. As I walked over to pick them up, though, something strange caught my attention. Alex hadn't even realized someone had gotten in. Someday someone was gonna break in and kidnap him and he wasn't gonna notice. He was all day long with those fucking earphones in his ears. I knew we were late, yet the opportunity to lash out to someone and release some of my anger was simply too inviting. I began walking towards the steps to scream at Alex when I heard the noise. It was grunting, and slapping, and whining. I got scared. What if someone had already broken in? What if right now they were doing something to my son? I went up very carefully, trying to not make a sound. If it was burglars inside the house, I didn't want to alert them of my presence. With my heart beating fast, I stepped onto the light coming from my son's room. My eyes flew open and I got in a state of shock. At first, I though it was my son being raped. A second later, though, I realized how wrong I was, when I recognized Jimmy Stevens on the floor and Alex as the top of this faggot sex party. I looked down to see who it was that was getting fucked by my baby, hoping it was a girl. My eyes met his when I saw his face. He was in ecstasy. His mouth was agape with pleasure and he was moaning. The moment he saw he closed his eyes and began cumming. I couldn't move. I wanted to turn around and run away from the image, but I simply couldn't move. "Mister Groind!" said Paul in mortified tone. "Dad! I..." "Just don't say a word, Alex. I just came home to pick up the tickets we forgot. When I get back we're going to have his conversation. I won't tell a word to your mom." I turned around and fleeted the house, barely even remembering to take the tickets from the table before storming to the car and leaving at full speed. Julia didn't say a word for a while. She thought my behaviour was caused by my anger, which had completely left my body when I saw my son's ass pushing his dick in and out of another ass. As I sped along the highway I kept seeing everything over and over. With every loop of my memory, I remembered something else. The moans, coming from all three mouth, the slapping sound of balls against ass, the squishing of the ass juices resounding as my son's dick went in and out of the Steven's kid pussy. Then there was the smell. It was cum, and sweat, and man, and sex. It smelled of brothel and locker room. The images also came back. The glistening on Al's tattoos, the look on Paul's face, the cum splashed absolutely everywhere. It just went on and on and on. When I got into the city and had to stop at a traffic light, the world that had been spinning around my head stopped and I suffered a terrifying realization. My own dick was fucking hard! Shit! I almost crapped my pants. I had never been hornier in my life! Was it the lack of sex I had been having since six months ago? It had to be it. I hadn't been so close to sex in so long that the experience as disgusting as it was, made me wanna have some myself. I looked at the clock. Half past seven. We were half an hour late to the theatre. I turned left on the next corner. "What are you doing?" lashed out Julia. "The theatre is on the other side of town" "Listen, hun. The play has already begun, we won't understand shit of it, it received terrible reviews anyway, and we both know the only reason we did this was to be able to spend some time with each other and get in the mood for some very much deserved sex we haven't had in ages." She looked outraged at first, but then realized I was right. "Ok, that's true. But I do want to go to the theatre. I haven't been in a long time." "Here's what we can do. We can go to a hotel, spend the night, fuck like crazy and when we're sick of doing something that we haven't done in a long time either, we can get reservations for tomorrow and watch the play then. What do you think? It's been ages since we did something spontaneous. The last time, it was the eighties!" She toyed the idea for a bit. I kept driving towards the hotel. I knew she was gonna say yes. I was so fucking glad cause there was no way I could think clearly about what I had seen without having a fuck or maybe two before hand. "What about Alex?" "He'll be fine" I said. The image of my son cumming inside another man's ass came hurrying towards me and my cock twitched. I ignored it. "We'll call him from the hotel and tell him we won't be getting home. Nothing will happen to him." She agreed. That night, the four times I fucked her eyes out, I didn't for a second think of her. The whole time my eyes were closed. The pace I was used was the one Alex had used on that kid, Julia's moans were muted by the grunts in my head. I even got her to let me do anal on her the last time, so I could pretend I was fucking Paul. However, in the middle of the fuck, when my orgasm was getting closer, I got confused and began fantasizing of fucking my own son. It was the biggest orgasm I ever had! Julia was delighted. She hadn't been this happy and satisfied in ages. I was spent too, but my head wasn't at all in the game the rest of the night or the following day. I just thought about what I saw, about how my cock twitched at the mention of my son, about how I pictured me fucking him while I fucked my wife. I wasn't queer. I knew I wasn't cause I experimented once in college and hated it. Still, all I could think of was burying my cock in my own son's ass, maybe even in his friends'. Julia sucked my dick on the way back home. I came rivers on her face, picturing Alex's. "Wow, Alex! You're on fire this weekend. Thank you for a perfect couple of days!" she said while cleaning herself. I smiled to her as I parked the car on our driveway.