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My Anniversary Present (MF, mF, mMF, inc, ws, con)

Written by silentkiller

My husband and I were laying in bed on the evening of our fifteenth anniversary. We were both naked and sweaty -- because we had just had some incredible sex. It was ten times as intense as usual because my husband was calling me "Mommy" throughout the entire event. As part of his anniversary present to me, my husband helped me fulfill a longstanding fantasy of mine: incest. We had started with a bath in our large tub. He asked his Mommy to bathe him, and I did; then he told his Mommy he had to pee, so I gave him permission to pee in the tub (and all over me -- we enjoy watersports games!). We bathed each other and I gently sucked his penis until it was fully erect, then I told him that Mommy had a special surprise for him. I led him to bed and carefully made love to him, as if I was a mother showing her young son the art of sexual intimacy. My husband responded by continuing to call me "Mommy," sucking at my breasts, and expressing shock and bewildered bliss when he ejaculated inside of my pussy.
It was a very fun game, and now we were laying together in bed, still wet from our intimate efforts. I was curled up against his front and his arm was draped over my side. His hand was gently rubbing my breasts, belly, and cleanly shaven pussy. I was practically purring. So when he licked my earlobe and whispered his shocking suggestion in my ear, it only took me a second to agree. I rolled over, kissed him deeply, grabbed his cock and told him that I loved his idea.
What was his idea? Bringing our son into our bed.
Our son Zach is 10 years old, and a more beautiful boy I have never seen. He's about five feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Like most boys his age, he's lean and muscular, with a flat belly and strong legs. I've seen him nude many times, of course, and marveled at his lovely young hairless cock and balls. Physical beauty aside, he is also one of the most inquisitive, intelligent, accepting and insightful people I've ever met. Obviously I'm a bit biased, since I am his doting mom.
Since Zach was a boy I have always felt very flirtatious around him. I believe it started when I first breast-fed him. I can't describe the warm, erotic feeling of love that swept over me as he sucked at my swollen bosom. I didn't mind breast-feeding him at all, unlike most modern mothers, and kept it up until he was 4 years old. During and after breastfeeding him I would stroke his beautiful little limbs and torso, tingling with pride and love while he giggled and squirmed. My husband loved to watch me breastfeed Zach and would often take me to bed after the feeding so that we could make passionate love. On a few occasions, I gave my husband some oral attention while breastfeeding Zach, if you know what I mean. It was so exciting to feel my husband's semen splashing against my tongue while my son sucked milk from my breast. It was almost like my husband was cumming in my son's mouth through my body, a very thrilling thought then and even now.
I also bathed with Zach for years, and always enjoyed a secret thrill when my scrubbing and washing gave Zach a little erection. I would tickle and stroke him when this happened, and he always enjoyed the extra attention. Even after he started school, Zach and I bathed together. I patiently answered his questions about my pussy and I continued to wash his little body for him, including his sweet little penis. I even gave it a few special kisses on occasion -- innocent pecks on the little round crown or the small, smooth sack beneath.
Nudity in our household was uncommon, but when it did happen it was not a source of embarrassment or shyness. My husband and I never scolded Zach for his various states of undress, nor did we criticize him when he played with his little penis. We only asked him to cover himself and restrain from touching himself in public, but in private he could do as he pleased, as we did. As he grew older he only became more curious, and observed my solitary pleasures as well as his parents' lovemaking. We did our best to answer his questions as openly and honestly as possible, and he always seemed to go away satisfied.
So my husband's suggestion wasn't really that far out of the question. We decided that we would go on a little trip to help introduce Zach to the idea, and then before things got too intense, we would have to talk to him about the limits of the situation. My husband reasoned that Zach could never tell anyone of what happened among the three of us, but children are not known for their abilities to keep secrets. Therefore we came up with the idea of a secret surprise that has to remain secret even after you know what it is. We also decided that after this first time, we would never ask Zach to join us in bed again, but would just let him make the decision to join us if he chose to do so.
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Two weeks later, we were in a mountain cabin unpacking. When I say "cabin" I do not mean a rustic wood shack with no modern amenities; our cabin was basically a small house built entirely of finished wood. We had a kitchen, bathroom, and central air. As we unpacked, I suggested to my husband that we had overpacked for just one weekend. He asked me what I meant, and I remarked that because we were alone in the mountains, there was little need for so much clothing. To prove my point, I stripped out of everything except my panties and sandals. I said that I intended to get a full-body tan this weekend. My husband replied that if I really wanted to go full-body, I should remove my panties. I shrugged and slid them down my hips, then kicked them off my feet. My husband said that we ought to go sunbathing as soon as we were finished unpacking, and I agreed. We asked Zach to go along, but he said he would rather explore the woods around the cabin. When we got everything straightened away, my husband completely disrobed and put on his sandals. We grabbed a couple of beach towels and headed outside to a nice spot in front of the cabin. It was only a few minutes before Zach came out, also completely naked except for sandals, and headed off into the woods. We urged him to stay on the paths and stay away from poison ivy, brambles, et cetera. As he disappeared into the forest, we laughed and hugged. Of course this was all part of our plan, from my first comments about an all-over tan to our normal parental concern for Zach in the woods. I reached down and held my husband's hardening penis while I licked his chest and neck. This, too, was part of our plan -- we intended for Zach to catch us making love out in the open, under the bright sun and blue sky.
We began making out heavily, my husband quickly climbing on top of me and covering my body with kisses. Soon I turned over onto my hands and knees with my hips pushed high in the air so he could easily perform cunnilingus and analingus on me. While my husband was devotedly licking and nibbling at my clitoris, I released a small amount of urine from my full bladder. He greedily drank it up and moaned a bit, indicating that he wanted more. I tensed my abdomen and released a full, hot stream of urine directly into his mouth. My husband allowed it to overflow from his lips and run down his cheeks before he took a couple of swallows. I opened my eyes and looked up -- there was Zach, coming out of the woods, mud all over his body.
I stopped my golden flow and nudged my husband with my knee. We both sat up and greeted Zach, calling him over to our towel. He walked over, curious, unashamed, and showing the beginnings of a young erection. I asked him if he found anything good in the woods, and he shrugged. My husband observed that Zach had obviously discovered some kind of interesting mud puddle, and Zach nodded a little guiltily. Then my husband suggested that we all wash off, since Zach was muddy and my husband's face (and my thighs) were covered with urine.
We headed down a trail with Zach leading the way. Soon we heard the sounds of running water, and after that it was a matter of minutes until we found a large creek. Zach leapt in first, of course, and set to splashing about while my husband and I gingerly stepped in the cold water one foot at a time. My husband whispered to me that his bladder was full too, and I quickly knelt in front of him to receive his golden gift. Zach watched from a distance as his father unleashed a hot stream of urine onto my face and breasts. I thoroughly enjoyed it and made sure my body language said so. My husband called his son over to where we were and told him to duplicate his actions. Zach asked why I liked that, and I tried to explain the simultaneous feeling of intimacy and naughtiness that I received from watersports. After just a little encouragement, Zach stood in front of me and let go. He held his penis loosely between two fingers as he sprayed my breasts with his hot, strong-smelling piss. I couldn't help myself -- I leaned forward and took his little penis into my mouth. My husband urged Zach to finish urinating as I tried to quickly swallow. As soon as he was done, I began sucking gently on his youthful cock, which obediently swelled to full size in my mouth. My husband rubbed my back and talked with Zach in low tones, asking him how it felt, if he enjoyed it, did he like to see his mother doing that, and so forth. Then he suggested that we ought to head back to the cabin for a little while. I knew that he wanted us to get some privacy so that if by some remote chance there was another human being around, our little incestuous menage a trois would not be interrupted.
Back at the cabin, I laid down on the bed and spread my legs wide, unable to restrain myself from playing with my pussy. Zach and his father sat on the edge of the bed to watch. My husband told Zach that we were going to give him a little talk about sex, and Zach insisted that he already knew everything. His father then told him that we were going to perform in front of him and allow him to join, and with that he reached out and held his son's still-erect penis. Zach looked down, looked back up at his dad, then reached over and held his father's erect penis as well. The three of us masturbated in silence for a few minutes, then I beckoned Zach to lie on top of me. With a minimum of fumbling, I inserted his lovely young penis into my pussy, and we started to rock back and forth. My husband alternated between kissing me and Zach as well as giving our son some whispered instructions on the best way to make love to his mother. Within minutes, we were all rewarded as Zach ejaculated inside of me. It was so blissful -- I cannot do descriptive justice to the hot feeling of passion that swept through me as my son flooded my womb with his sperm. Zach climbed off of me after sharing several passionate kisses, and my husband urged me to get on my hands and knees. I obeyed. I motioned Zach around to my face as my husband plunged deep inside of my already-wet pussy and started his amorous assault on my sensitive interior. I took Zach's limp, sticky penis into my mouth again and caressed the shaft with my tongue -- to my great joy, Zach responded by issuing first a few spurts, then a steady stream of flavorful urine into my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, then began sucking his penis in earnest. My husband gasped and proclaimed the imminence of his orgasm. I pulled away from both of my men and laid on my back. Zach seemed to understand what I wanted, as he scooted over to lay his erect penis next to my lips. My husband masturbated frantically over my face and soon bestowed his creamy treasure onto my lips, as well as all over his son's erect member. Together, my husband and I licked every last bit of sperm from Zach's penis, and then I asked Zach to make love to me again.
This time I climbed on top of Zach and eased myself onto his rod. Zach reached up to play with my soft, small breasts, and I leaned over to kiss him and nuzzle his neck while his preteen cock throbbed inside me. My husband knelt behind us and alternated between licking my anus and pussy and his son's penis and testicles, an activity which caused Zach to once again spill his seed within my walls. I turned over and allowed my husband to suck Zach's sperm out of my pussy while Zach watched with interest.
After a few moments of rest, we talked to Zach about what had just happened. We told him that it was a surprise that he must keep secret even after he found out about it, and that we wouldn't be doing any of it any more unless he asked us to. Being the bright boy that he is, Zach seemed to understand and agree. He asked if we could do it again later that night, and of course my husband and I agreed. We covered him with kisses and little nibbles which made Zach giggle like a baby again.
That night, we showed Zach how to 69 with both me and his father. Zach particularly enjoyed the taste of his father's cock in his mouth. Zach was also allowed to anally penetrate both me and my husband -- giving me a most pleasant surprise when he urinated into my rectum while buried deep within. I had to climb out of bed and expel the golden enema into the toilet, but I masturbated while I did so and had three wonderful orgasms.
Zach is thirteen now and as randy and ready as ever. He will frequently engage me when just the two of us are home -- his favorite form of foreplay is an extended 69, and he loves to penetrate my pussy with his penis. When my husband is around, and the three of us are in the proper mood, we will engage in all kinds of lovely sexual activities. I cannot count the number of times I have been doubly penetrated by both of my men at once, the number of double golden showers I have received, or the number of times I have watched them 69 together while passionately pleasuring myself. I believe that our relationship with our son, unusual as it is, will last until he naturally pulls away from us and becomes interested in sex outside of his family. We do hope that he will still ask for an occasional fuck with his family, however. Wish us luck!