Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2014 23:04:11 -0800 (PST) From: Zero Subject: Sunday Morning It was Sunday morning. The sun wasn't shining throughout the window, but you could tell it was up. Without opening my eyes, I could feel that there was somebody else in bed with us. I rolled to face the middle and gently slid my arm across our son's body to touch my husband. Both bodies were smooth to the touch, although our son's was soft and my husband's was hard lean muscle. "He said he had a bad dream and wanted to sleep with us", said my husband softly. "Hhhmmm", was all I could muster, with my eyes still closed. I loved when our boy slept with us and although I made an effort to discourage it becoming a habit, I don't really know why. I marvelled at the way he nestled between us, not putting any unnecessary space between anybody. Quite often we'd wake up in the morning with him there, neither of us aware of his arrival. Sometimes I wondered how he could breathe when he was burrowed almost beneath us, all three knotted together under the blankets. My morning hard on was up as well, pressing into our boy's hip. I could feel him gently humping the mattress in his sleep, so I laid still and let him do his thing. My hand slid across my husbands tight, smooth belly and reached for his cock, which I knew would be as hard as mine at this hour. I squeezed his shaft and felt him push into my hand. My cock was leaking pre-cum into my briefs and I could feel it was soaking through. Our son stopped humping for just a few seconds, then resumed, gently pushing himself into the soft mattress. My husband laid still while I ran my fingers gently up and down his throbbing cock. I grasped it with my finger tips and pushed it so it was pointing straight, letting the head escape his Hanes boxer briefs and lay just below his belly button. I ran my thumb around the tip, both smearing his pre-cum and covering my thumb. I brought my thumb to my mouth, licked it clean and returned my hand to his cock. On a rare occurrence, my brain and my cock worked together towards a common goal. I grabbed the unused pillow from beside me, gently hoisted myself up onto one arm, slid the pillow lengthwise beneath me and in one move that I still can't explain, rolled our son so that he was hugging the pillow and placed myself squarely on top of my husband. We both laid still and in less then 30 seconds, our boy adjusted to his new position and resumed his regular breathing. And his humping, I noticed. "Hi", I said, as I relaxed onto his body and nestled my face in the crook of his neck. I loved how he smelled, even when he needed a shower. His response was to wrap his arms around me and flex his cock between us. We laid there for a while, both dozing in and out, neither cock softening for a moment, taking turns grinding on each other. Our hands would occasionally wander on each other, avoiding any spot that could be ticklish. Eventually I slipped my briefs off, letting my cock free. I worked it so that I could slide it into my husbands boxer briefs from the leg, letting our cocks touch skin on skin for the first time that morning, both occupying the same pair of underwear. Our boy was still gently humping his pillow and I was keeping time, feeling the soft skin of my husband on one side of my cock and the rougher fabric of his underwear on the other. He must have woken up a bit more, as he pushed me gently, just enough to release my weight and let him roll over and wiggle his underwear down his legs before letting me settle back on him. My cock nestled in his crack like it was made for it and I got even harder then I had been. I reached into the night stand and got a pump of lube, adding it to my pre-cum and allowing for a smoother grind. I licked behind his ear and nibbled his ear lobe, while his whole body quivered to tell me what he wanted . As I slid my cock up and down his shallow crack, I was taking longer and longer strokes, occasionally rubbing my husband's tight hole with the head of my solid cock. I pushed myself into a push-up position and wiggled until I knew my cock was just below his hole. He held still for a moment while I flexed just enough to hit my target, then he relaxed and moaned softly when the head of my cock slipped into him. I paused, laid my chest down on his back and slowly pushed my cock into my husband's tight hole. As always, when I was half way in I stopped to ensure he was comfortable. Apparently he was, because he immediately pushed back until his smooth cheeks were pressed against my hips. I slid one arm underneath his chest, grasping his shoulder from the front and hugging him close, almost melding us into one unit. This time I chewed his ear more forcefully, pulling it with my teeth. He moaned and fucked himself onto my cock. Long, slow strokes, as both of us started breathing harder and sweating under the covers with the heat of three horny bodies. Just as we found our rhythm, I turned my head and could see our boy watching us...