Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2021 00:37:06 +0000
From: GrizzlyDick <GrizzlyDipperDick@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Illusion of a Normal Family

The Illusion of a Normal Family

Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts of boys and men. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting youth and an adult male. If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

This story is pretty different from what I've written before, in that it
includes a woman. For now this is just a one off, but maybe if you liked
it, I'll write some more. If I do write more, I don't think she'll be
getting fucked by the main character because pussy grosses me out.

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Ken was a pillar of the community. A successful business owner who did
nothing but good for the town. 36 years old, he could have retired years
ago and lived more than comfortably with his beautiful bombshell of a
wife traveling the world for the rest of their days. But he was hands on
in his work, building his business and doing good for his community. His
wife Becky was, by all standards, a smokeshow: 21, blonde hair, blue
eyes, big tits. Ken was a looker himself, although approaching middle
age, he was tall, muscular, with forest green eyes and a smile that could
charm anyone. But he had a secret. It was a sham. The marriage was a
cover. A cover for the fact that Ken was gay he loved men, all kinds of
men, but he was also a boyfucker, that pussy absolutely disgusted him.
The money helped maintain that sham. He tried it once or twice, but it
just didn't do it for him.
Ken and Becky had an adopted son, Max, he came into their lives at the
age of 5 two years ago right after they got married. Leading up to the
wedding, it was crystal clear to Becky that her husband to be was turned
off by what she had between her legs, she caught him bouncing some young
hairless boy, no older than ten years old, on his cock in the back office
of his work. She should have been disgusted. But she walked into the
room, closed the door behind her and made her presence known.
Ken was flustered, he tried to lie to her and tell her that it wasn't
what it looked like, that he could explain. She told him that she didn't
need to explain, that for some reason, her pussy was wetter than it had
ever been, watching her fiancé's big, thick 7 inches of white meat pump
in and out of that little black boy's ass. The boy, she later found out,
was the son of a business partner who had graciously agreed to let Ken
use to vent his sexual frustrations, in exchange for a raise. She told
him she'd stay with him and he could fuck all the boy pussy he wanted on
one condition, that she could whenever she so pleased watch and
masturbate to it. He needed her to maintain the illusion of a devoted
hardworking entrepreneur. He agreed and resumed pistoning his big white
cock in and out of the little black hole. Becky sat in a chair opposite
them, rubbing her cunt furiously and actually ended up squirting all over
the floor, the first time she had ever managed to do that.
Shortly after they married, Ken and Becky adopted Max. On paper, he was
their adopted son, but in reality, he was effectively Ken's little
husband, his concubine. Max had his own bedroom in their home, the envy
of any little boy legos and toys and comic books strewn about the place,
but it too was a lie. He rarely slept there, only when his parents had
guests, the rest of the time, he shared their bed with them. Most every
night he was up late getting plowed deep by his adopted daddy up his ass
while mommy watched and rubbed her cunt. He liked his adopted parents
they were good to him and loved him, something he didn't get from his
neglecting biological parents, junkies who lost custody of him years ago.
Ken and Becky had been married two years now and the questions about when
they would try for a child of their own hadn't stopped since day one.
Becky decided that they would just have to bite the bullet and do it. She
had to get pregnant. Late one night, she was sitting in the lounge,
reading a romance novel and sipping a glass of red wine, while Ken was up
in their bedroom with Max laying down on their bed face down ass up,
drilling his daddy cock into his little boy asshole. She heard him groan
and roar as he pumped a load of pedo jizz into Max. About fifteen minutes
later, after Ken had thanked and kissed and snuggled the boy, who had
drifted off to a sweet dreamfilled sleep, he emerged from their bedroom.
As he walked, still butt ass naked down the stairs, his still hard cock
dripping and bouncing leading the way. He plopped down on the sofa
opposite her. He reached over to the box on the table next to him and
pulled out a fine cuban cigar and lit it. He always enjoyed a nice smoke
after a good fuck and this was an exceptionally good fuck tonight.
After a few minutes Becky broke the silence, putting down her book she
said "Everyone keeps asking when we're going to have a child of our
own."
"Well that just isn't happening. You know how I feel about...pussy."
Ken interrupted.
"Yeah, I know. But we need to do it or else people will start wondering
what the deal is."  Becky retorted.
Ken closed his eyes and thought as he took a long drag on his cigar. "I
suppose we could do the whole fertility clinic thing, a test tube baby."
"Don't you think that would raise suspicions, start all sorts of
rumors?" She asked
"Listen. I'm not going to fuck you. My dick only gets hard for boys and
men. My cock deflates as soon as it gets anywhere near... pussy. You
should count yourself lucky I let you watch when I fuck. Though I will
say the sight of your snatch does make me last longer when I'm plowing
our son or some guy. Remember that poker night a couple months ago?
Remember how long I lasted fucking my old frat brother Jimmy's big,
hairy, drunk ass while he was face down in your cunt eating away?"
Becky did remember that night, Jimmy on the other hand didn't well he
didn't remember getting his ass brutally fucked by her husband. He just
thought they had a regular threeway. After Jimmy had satisfied Ken with
his asshole and satisfied Becky with his mouth and he was fixing to fuck
her pussy.
Jimmy was too drunk to notice and too horny to care that Ken got up, made
his way to their son's room and fucked another two loads into him,
before returning to his bedroom to find his wife and his best friend from
college in the throes of passion. His muscular ass pumping up and down.
Ken got behind his friend and planted his face between his ass cheeks and
ate. He tasted his sweet and salty load on his tongue as he slipped a
finger in and found his friend's prostate. This sent Jimmy over the edge
and he stopped thrusting and groaned as he filled the condom in his
wife's pussy. That was the rule. His wife could fuck whoever she wanted,
as long as they always used a condom.
Becky remembered Jimmy pulling out, the condom bloated full of his sperm,
Ken pulled it off him and squeezed it out into his mouth and sucked his
cock clean. They all three collapsed on the bed which was wet from sweat
and cum and pussy juices and fell asleep. The next morning Jimmy woke up,
snuggled up to Ken's wife hungover and unaware that he had been fucked
hard by his friend.
"We're going to do it the natural way. End of story. You don't even
have to put your dick in my pussy. I have a plan. We can start trying
tomorrow. Don't you want another son?" Becky asked
Ken and his cock perked up at the thought of another little fucktoy in
the house. "Yes dear."
The next Becky decided to put her plan into action. After dinner, while
Max was in his room playing with his toys, and Ken was in his office
pouring over some spreadsheets, she made her way up to their bedroom and
set things up. She lit all the candles around their room, placed a trail
of rose petals leading up to their bed, turned off the lights and closed
the door. She made her way to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, and
sat down in her favorite chair, with the same romance novel from last
night. Max came down and lay on the floor, reading a comic book. Ken
stepped out of his office and into the downstairs bathroom. She heard the
water running if you didn't know any better this would just seem like a
normal slice of life in an upper middle class household.
After some time, Ken stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam
billowing out behind him, draped only in a towel. He walked into the
middle of the lounge and dropped the towel. His muscular ass looking like
a work of Greek sculpture. He knelt down on the floor behind his adopted
son who lay there flipping through the comic book, pulled his sweatpants
down, exposing his superhero undies. He aggressively pulled those down
and gripped the boy's ass cheeks tightly. Spreading them apart, he
planted his face between the cheeks and started licking. He loved the
taste of Max's ass. It had been a couple days since the boy had
showered, but Ken didn't mind, he loved a sweaty boy butt more.
Max giggled as his daddy tongued his boy crack. He kept flipping through
the comic book as his daddy rubbed his cock up and down in the valley
between his cheeks. He could feel a slimy trail of precum as his daddy's
cock dripped. In one swift motion, Ken flipped the boy over onto his back
and moved up, squatting over the boy's face. His bushy thick daddy cock
leaked as the boy buried his nose and tongue in his daddy's ass. Max
loved being rimmed, he loved rimming more. Ken rode the boy's face, back
and forth across his tongue, occasionally dipping his leaking daddy cock
into the boy's mouth so he could taste just how turned on his daddy was.
Becky sat there, sipping her wine and reading her book, occasionally
looking over at the hot action in front of her. Her pussy was wet,
soaking through her lacy panties. Things were getting hot and heavy out
here in the lounge, Ken and Max had fucked in every room of the house,
but this one was a favorite of theirs. She cleared her throat and said
"Why don't you two boys go up to bed. I'll be up in just a bit."
Ken stood up, removing his ass from the boy's face, bent over and picked
him up like a new bride and carried him up the stairs, his cock bouncing
as he walked. When her husband and adopted son disappeared down the
upstairs hallway, she tore her clothes off and left them on the floor in
the lounge. She made her way to the kitchen, rooted around in the drawers
for something. She made her way upstairs to their bedroom, concealing it
behind her back.
There, in the flickering light of the candles she saw her husband and his
lover on their bed. The boy's clothes were strewn about the room, torn
off in a frenzy of passion. Max was on his back, Ken over top of him,
kissing him deeply and caressing his body in the candlelight. Ken lifted
the boy's legs up to his ears and bent down, tonguing his little hole.
Becky lay down, naked on the bed next to them and watched, her pussy
dripping.
"Okay. Max, so your daddy and I decided that we want to give you a baby
brother or sister. You know your daddy only likes men and boys and
that's okay. But we're going to do this the natural way. Your daddy is
going to get me pregnant and you're going to help." She said.
"Oh mmm ohhh..." the boy moaned "but how am I going to help?" He
asked.
The boy moaned and looked over to his mommy, Ken shifted his gaze up to
his wife, but didn't stop eating the boy's asshole.
"This is how it's going to work. You're going to lay back between my
legs and your daddy's going to make love to you. He's going to fuck you
hard and shoot his daddy sauce up your ass. When he's done." She
produced the implement she took from the kitchen. "He's going to stick
this turkey baster up there and suck all that daddy sauce into it and
he's going to squirt it into my vagina."
"Ohh...okay...mmm...mommy." The boy moaned as his dad slipped a finger
into his asshole.
Becky moved on the bed, pulled the boy between her legs, and Ken
continued eating his lover's hole. He was closer to his wife's pussy
than he wanted to be, but knew that this act could potentially be
extremely beneficial for him. He pulled away from his lover's hole, spat
on his nearly fully hard daddy cock, stroked it a few times, and pushed
it into the boy's hole. Through the dim candlelight of the room, if you
didn't know any better, you would have just thought you could see a man
fucking his wife in the missionary position, you couldn't see the boy
sandwiched between them. Becky reached down and held the boy's legs up
and spread them wide, giving her husband better access to slide his cock
in and out of the boy's tight little asshole.
Ken started slow. Nice, slow, loving strokes. In and out of the boy's
ass. He reached down and fondled his small, three inches of cock as he
made love to the boy's ass. He bent down and planted a kiss on the
boy's lips, looked into his hazel eyes. The boy had a pleading look on
his face. Without needing to say another word, Ken picked up the pace.
Slowly he began pumping his cock faster and faster in and out of the boy.
The room was filled with the sounds of Ken's grunts, the boy's moans,
and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Ken stroked the boy's cock,
matching the speed of his thrusts. After some time, the boy started
moaning harder and harder. His hard three inches bounced in Ken's hand,
his ass rings pulsing and clenching around his cock as he fucked in and
out. The boy's body was rocked by a drygasm. Ken kept stroking the
boy's cock as he writhed beneath him being this close to his wife's
cunt allowed him to last longer than he ordinarily would have. Ken
didn't want to cum, not yet.
Ken kept fucking harder and harder and he kept stroking the boy's cock,
harder and harder. To the boy, it was almost like torture, the most
blissful kind of torture. He never came down from that first boygasm and
his daddy kept assaulting his cock. It felt good, like the best feeling
he had ever felt. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Ken kept plowing
his cock in and out of the convulsing boy butt. He felt his cock start to
expand, he slammed his cock in deep and started unloading. Ken roared as
he unleashed a torrent of pedo daddy jizz erupted deep into the boy's
love canal. More than he had ever shot in his life. With his cock still
lodged in the boy's ass, he bent down and started kissing Max deeply,
his hands roaming all over his smooth body.
"Okay, now, Ken, slide this up there and suck out that baby batter and
plant your seed in me." Becky commanded.
Ken grabbed the turkey baster and slid it up his lover's ass. He
squeezed the bulb and filled it up. Reluctantly, he moved Max out of the
way and positioned it at her gash and slid it up the wet hole, nice and
deep. He turned to Max and asked "Do you want to do the honors baby and
squeeze daddy's cum up mommy's cunt?" Max nodded and squeezed the
bulb, shooting the cum that had just been up his ass deep up his adopted
mother's vagina.
They tossed the turkey baster aside and Ken pulled Max in for a kiss. "I
love you baby." Ken said.
"I love you too daddy." Max said.
Becky rubbed her moist, cumblasted cunt nice and hard, to ensure that
sperm got as deep as possible. She had a mindblowing orgasm, watching her
husband and her adopted son exchange passionate kisses. A few weeks
later, she proudly stepped out of the downstairs bathroom and showed the
two of them the positive pregnancy test. The whole family was excited
about what the future held for them.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it. I hope it got your cock nice and
hard and maybe you shot a load to it. This story is pretty different from
what I've written before, in that it includes a woman. For now this is
just a one off, but maybe if you liked it, I'll write some more. If I do
write more, I don't think she'll be getting fucked by the main
character because pussy grosses me out.

Open to constructive criticism.
If you liked my story, feel free to shoot me an email
grizzlydipperdick@protonmail.com  Should I start a wickr???