Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 00:01:39 -0500 From: James Branson Subject: Bi/celebrity: Desperate Housewives Desperate Housewives is property of ABC-Touchstone. No confusing the scenes in this story with real life. The actors are not gay in real life and probably not any of the other kinky things you may see in this story. Please guys or gals tell me who on the show makes you hot and who you want to see in later chapters. 0 The Van der Camp men stepped into the seedy motel room cautiously. Rex, the middle-aged father, was so afraid of his expensive car being stolen that he'd rented a clunker. Andrew, the studly teenage son, didn't know what the hell was going on but was just happy to get away from his control freak mother for a few hours. Rex had recently found out he had perocarditis, something about the heart that can be fatal, so he wanted to bond with his son as much as possible. The way Rex kept squeezing the inside of Andrew's thigh during the car ride, Andrew wasn't sure just what the bonding would entail. "Hey boys, glad you're here." Andrew popped immediate wood when he saw the third party in the room. A blonde woman, maybe 30, wearing leather boots, a black leather skirt with a zipper up the right thigh, a leather cap, and absolutely no top. Her natural 36 C breasts flowed freely, her beige nipples as hard as erasers. She carried a slightly used riding crop in her right hand, and smacked the item against the nightstand for effect. "STRIP, NOW!!!" Andrew was in total disbelief at the scene before him. He knew his father was a poon hound but DAMN! And Rex had never wanted to be around him before. What the fuck was going on here? Rex answered the unspoken questions while frenziedly unbuttoning his brown dress shirt. "Son, your mother means well, but she's going to turn you into the most asexual sissy on the planet. You will run in fear every time you see a cunt. If something happens to me and then you go on to hate women, to hate what pleasures they bring us, then I'm never going to feel any peace. Come on boy, don't just stand there." A still-shocked Andrew began to unzip his jeans while Rex helped him pull his shirt over his head. Rex couldn't help noticing how tight and toned his son's upper body was, smooth everywhere but a thin blonde treasure trail below the navel. And such chewable teats. Andrew meanwhile couldn't believe what a strong upper body, flat belly, and broad shoulders Rex had. When Rex tripped out of his pants and pulled off his shorts, Andrew noticed his toned thighs -- he was hiding a lot under those business suits. His dick was just average but thick, and he had a very plump, lush ass. Andrew was embarrassed to realize he was getting a full hard-on ogling his father's ass. So he pushed the thought out of his mind and yanked off his shoes, socks and shorts, smirking slightly as he realized his cock was a few inches longer than his father's. Andrew was 7 inches hard, Rex 5 1/2, although Rex could pop some serious cherry with that Coke-can width. By this time the busty blonde was running her riding crop down Rex's strong back and dipping the end between his taut cheeks. Rex laid on the edge of the bed, whimpering as she teased his rosebud and occasionally smacked his ass hard. "C'mere, brat. And call me Mistress while you take off my skirt," Mistress demanded. Andrew happily complied, lowering the zipper with his teeth, an unexpected touch that caused Mistress to let out a slight moan as she paddled Rex. When Andrew finally finished with her skirt, he dove headfirst into her hairy cunt. He loved eating pussy, especially the cheerleaders at school (bis blonde sleek looks really helped him get into their skirts, they thought he was so much cuter than their bulky jock boyfriends), but most of them were shaved smooth. This was more natural and kind of dangerous. Andrew dug his finger into her pussy and after a moment, connected his nail as well as his tongue with her clitoris, making her writhe and end her punishment of Rex. "Rex, taste my juices." Andrew moved out of the way, waiting for Rex to go down on her. The idea of father and son sharing the same snatch made Andrew leak huge amounts of precum on the bedspread. Rex was near her glistening cunt when Mistress stopped him. "Taste my juices in your son's mouth." Andrew groaned. "No way. I'm not a fag." Rex pleaded with Mistress not to make him do this. "I'm in charge, bitches. Do what I say." Andrew was going to say hell no but Rex stared at him longingly, pleadingly, hungrily. Maybe this was the way for them to finally connect as father and son. Reluctantly at first, Andrew let Rex kiss him. Rex suckled his lower lip and then as the liplock continued, Andrew let Rex's tongue go into his mouth. Rex was a great kisser, better than most girls. Soon the two men were ravaging each other's mouths while Mistress slid 2 fingers in her pussy, getting off on their slobbering queer display. Finally Rex broke off the gooey kiss and made eye contact with Mistress. She nodded, and laid flat on the bed, her legs spread. Rex climbed on top of her, mounting her. She fought back a scream at the girth...even after months of sessions she still wasn't used to his fat hog. Meanwhile Andrew put his thighs between her ears and slapped her face red with his throbbing cock. Mistress took him into her mouth. She just loved teenage fuckjuice, especially on such a cute surfer boy. Andrew closed his eyes. She was the best cocksucker he'd ever had. Most girls didn't want to try putting the "dirty thing" into their mouths. She knew every spot, tugged at every vein with her teeth, licked the underside until his knees buckled, and even managed to chew his balls with her tongue. But how'd she get that stubble. Wait... "OH GODDDDD!!!" Andrew screamed, half from anger and half from bliss, when he opened his eyes and realized his own father had taken over his fellation. His father is the one who knew just how sensitive his underside was. His father was the one who was torturing his piss slit with quick jabs from his tongue. And now, as Andrew's first ejaculation of the day roared through his body and into his hunky daddy's eager mouth, he knew a line had been crossed. He also knew that this day was far from over, and the best was about to begin.