Chapter 10
Hank left home even earlier than usual one morning, telling his wife that he had an appointment with a big buyer in a distant town. He told Mary not to expect him home much before midnight. He would hit some of his other distant customers on the way home.
As things turned out, Hank's appointment resulted in the biggest sales he had ever made in one day in his nearly fifteen years as a salesman. He decided to forget about making any other stops that day. He wanted to celebrate. He would drive right back home and take his wife out to a leisurely lunch, with lots of wine. Then he would seduce her.
On second thought, he decided he might seduce her before lunch, and then after lunch, too. Hank was in a good mood. He could be pretty sure of getting the Salesman Of The Month award, and that meant a good, hefty bonus on top of his commission.
He would have assumed Mary was not home when he found no sign of her downstairs. But the back door had been unlocked, and it was not like Mary to be careless about locking doors. He began to worry that something foul was afoot. There had been a couple of break-ins in the neighborhood recently. He crept up the stairs, his heart pounding. He heard the sound of voices as soon as he reached the top of the stairs, but they were not the kinds of sounds that he was looking for.
Hank grew more anxious than ever, but he was no longer worried about burglars. He had no doubt that he could hear his wife moaning in passion. He began to fear she had a lover in there with her. The thought made him sick at heart. His wife was the most important person in the world to Hank. He could not bear the idea of losing her to another man.
He saw that the bedroom door was open. His wife was being careless. She was not expecting company. He crouched outside the door and took a deep breath, then looked inside.
What he saw was the worst thing Hank could have imagined. It was far worse than anything the salesman could have dreamed up. It would never have occurred to him in a thousand years that he would one day come home and discover his wife being soundly screwed . . . by the hard cock of their son!
The big man began to shake . . . with anger, with shock, with confusion. He could not understand how it could be happening. It was not as if his wife was neglected by her husband! Their sex life had been better lately than it had been in years.
With a sickening thud of recognition, Hank thought he understood why. Mary had been having an affair with her son. The new stimulus had turned her on. It had made her an inventive, tireless lover. Though in the past she had demanded more of him than he could dish out, lately she had come up with so many little tricks and teases that he had gotten it up every time she wanted him to, and a few times more!
Hank had thought it was all because of him that Mary had ben so happy, so satisfied recently. She had not complained about being cooped up in the house all day for more than a month. The man ven> tured a guess that that might have been right about when the shenanigans with her son started up.
There was no doubt in the big man's mind that the affair had been going on for a while. Robbie was kneeling up behind his mother, shoving his cock into her cunt in long, hard and even strokes. The boy obviously knew what he was doing. His wife was obviously accepting his lovemaking with wanton abandon. It was what she expected from her handsome boy. They had done this many times before, Hank was sure of it.
Though Hank conveyed a tough and confident image to the world, deep down he had some nagging self-doubts. He had always been aware of how much he needed Mary. That was why he had never done anything-to jeopardize their relationship. He did not want to give her a reason to ditch him.
It had never occurred to him that she might give him a reason to ditch her. She had been so young when he first met her. Though he saw her wanton voluptuousness at night in their bed, he basically still thought of her as that innocent girl. He had never dreamed she would ever betray him with a lover, certainly not with their own fifteen-year-old son!
The realization that his wife was a pervert stunned Hank. He watched her shoving her shapely, white ass-cheeks back at her son's cock, and he realized that, despite the depravity of what she was doing, he still wanted her. He wanted her to remain his wife.
Yet his self-respect demanded that he do something to get even, to let himself know that he was as much of a man as she was a woman. He could not take this lying down!
Yet he did not want to confront her with her behavior either. He was afraid that confrontation might result in quarrels, things better left unsaid, the end of their marriage. He realized his way of handling it would be to keep his mouth shut about what he knew, and to do something himself that would erase the sense of injustice he felt while watching his wife doing something he had never dared to do.
While he watched the naked lovers writhing together, while he heard their moans of ecstasy, Hank tried to fathom the fact that his wife's illicit lover was their own son. It was a hard pill to swallow. It was difficult for the man to see his baseball-hero boy in this hard-screwing man. He tried to determine if he felt anger against his son, but he found only astonishment, not anger.
What was happening, Hank saw, was a reckoning between husband and wife. He knew his son too well, he thought, to think he could have provoked the situation. Mary must have seduced him. After all, he was practically a child ... except no child wielded a hard cock the way Robbie was doing!
The way Hank saw it, the score stood Mary: one; Hank: nothing. His methodical mind decided he could accept the slight, once he evened up the score. He would have to figure out some way to keep Mary out of the boy's pants too. This had gone far enough!
Hank had worked it all out, in his dispassionate way. There was no real reason for him to remain standing outside the bedroom door, watching his son's buttocks flex, and his wife's tits sway beneath her as she squrimed. Yet he stayed where he was, transfixed by the aura of animal passion that oozed from the room.
He had never had a chance to watch his wife from a detached position. He realized that she was an incredibly desirable woman. Though he had always enjoyed making love to her, he saw now that he had not totally appreciated the way she immersed herself, body and soul, in her iovemaking. She was chanting crazy, incoherent sounds as she thrust her cunt at her son's cock. Her face beamed. There was no doubt that she was completely impaled on the end of her son's cock. She looked like a woman fulfilled, a woman who experiences her place in destiny when she feels a hard cock pum-meling her cunt!
"Oooohhh darling-g-g . . . screw meeee! It feels so good, Robbie-e-e!" She made an extra effort to maneuver her ass in swiveling, alluring circles. The boy's hands clutched her ass as he tried to keep his cock on a true course into her pussy. She was making extra work for him, but the effort was well rewarded by the clinging heat of her welcoming cunt.
"Oh yeah, Mom! I love the way you move! Gripes, it turns me on! I just want to keep on screwing you and screwing you!"
Hank realized he had not been much older than his son when he first screwed Mary. He had been overwhelmed by her beauty and responsiveness, an impression that had always stayed with him. Yet he had always kept his defenses up with her, on some level. He had never wanted her to know quite how much he valued her, how much he needed her. He thought that somehow her knowing might weaken his position as her husband. Hank took his role as husband seriously.
Watching the frantic coupling between mother and son made the big man think that, maybe, somehow he had missed something. If he had been more honest with his wife . . . if he had let her see more of his vulnerable side, then maybe she would not have been driven to explore the naive appeal of her own son.
Maybe ... but then it might have been nothing more than hunger for another hard cock that had driven Mary into her son's arms. It astonished the man that despite the hard loving he and his wife had shared that morning and the night before, she still had so much energy left to invest in the youthful cock soaring up into her cunt.
To his surprise, Hank realized that he too had some energy left. His cock was hard, throbbing inside his pants. At first , he felt ashamed that such a lurid sight should inspire him to lechery. But he told himself that he refused to be guilty. He was going to try to cast off some of the self-control that had kept him from being totally himself with his wife. A new start was turning on with her raging incest.
And if his wife could screw their son, then he could get a hard cock watching her! It seemed the least he could do!
Right before his wide-eyed gaze, his wife and son began to writhe more feverishly against one another. Hank sensed that both of them were getting close to climax. The thought turned him on. The big man was beginning to realize that there were things about his own sensuality that he did not really know about. Unconsciously, by her depravity, his wife was waking him up to his own dark, libidinous depths. She was reminding him that there were raunchy secret places at the outer reaches of sexuality, limited only by the courage of imagination.
The longer he watched his son's stiff cock impaling his wife's pussy, the more excited Hank got. As he became immersed in the sexuality of the incestuous duo, his usual clear-headed rationality deserted him. He was struck by the taunting fantasy of what was going on in his bedroom. His own pretty, devoted wife turned into a depraved, wanton woman. She was churning her ass like a mad-woman, forcing her son to give her every ounce of energy he had. She was crooning, sighing and wailing in reply to the solid strokes of his tumescent cock. She was literally wrenching her orgasm from his hard-working cock!
Hank forgot to be angry or hurt or confused. He was anxious to see what happened next. He wanted to watch his wife cum. Through his mind flashed the lurid thought that perhaps he should seduce his pretty daughter and make the family depravity complete. At once, he was ashamed of himself for his lechery. Darlene was only fourteen years old, still an innocent! How could he think of imposing on her, something that might affect the whole course of her future sex life!
Darlene fled from his thoughts as his wife's ass started to slam back onto her son's cock insistent, jerky motions. Hank knew what it meant. He felt his cock throb eagerly. His wife was going to cum! "Oooooohhh . . . Robbie-e-e . . . I'm cummmmmm-ing-g-g!''
It seemed that his mother's surrender had been all the boy was waiting for. Even before she had quite squirming out her release, the boy announced his own crisis: "Yi . . . I'm going to do it, Mom! Yeah ... I'm cumming!"
Hank watched the sultry grin on his wife's face, and the sated smile on the face of his son. There was no doubt in his mind that their abandoned lovemaking had given them both what they were after. Hank felt a pang of jealousy, then remembered that he had already made plans for evening the score.
The only question was: What could he do that would give him enough prurient satisfaction, that he need no longer feel resentful of what his wife had done? He left the house, questioning.
Hank had been a faithful husband for so long that it was hard for him to think about being anything else. The thought that he now had justification for his lurid thoughts gave him a curious satisfaction. He was still mulling over various schemes when he arrived at the local drugstore. He gave his wife a call to let her know he was coming home to'celebrate a great day's sales. He made no mention of what he had seen, though the thought of it was with him every moment.
When he arrived home, he made passionate love to his waiting wife, the thought still deeply imbedded in his mind.