The bedroom door stood cracked open just enough for me to see everything. My cock was already throbbing in my fist as I watched my wife, Lisa, on her knees in front of our son. Jake was nineteen, built like a fucking athlete, and right now his thick dick was buried in his mother’s mouth. She slurped on it loud and wet, spit running down her chin while her eyes stayed locked on his.
“Fuck, Mom, suck it harder,” Jake growled, grabbing her hair. Lisa moaned around his cock and took him deeper, her throat working as she gagged. I could hear every filthy sound from the hallway. My balls ached watching her cheeks hollow out for our own son.
She pulled off with a wet pop and looked straight toward the door, knowing I was there. “You like this, baby? Watching your son fuck my mouth?” Her voice was raspy, dripping with lust. She stroked Jake’s cock, smearing her spit along the shaft. “Tell him how much you love it.”
I didn’t answer with words. I just stroked faster, precum leaking over my knuckles.
Jake pushed her onto the bed and climbed between her spread thighs. Lisa’s pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. He rubbed the fat head of his dick up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she whined. Then he slammed in deep in one hard thrust. Lisa cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Goddamn, Mom, you’re so fucking tight,” Jake grunted, pounding into her. The bed frame slammed against the wall with every thrust. Her big tits bounced hard, nipples stiff. She clawed at his back, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.
I could see everything—his cock stretching her open, her juices coating his shaft, the way her pussy lips clung to him on every pull-out. Lisa turned her head toward me again. “Look at your son’s cock ruining me. He’s bigger than you. He fucks me better. Say it.”
My voice came out hoarse. “He’s bigger. He fucks you better.”
Jake laughed low and flipped her onto all fours, facing the door so I had a perfect view. He drove back into her from behind, slapping her ass hard enough to leave red handprints. Lisa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her tits swung beneath her as he railed her.
“Tell Dad how it feels,” Jake ordered, gripping her hips.
“Feels so fucking good,” she gasped. “Your son’s cock is stretching my cunt open. I’m gonna come on it. Watch me come on our son’s dick.”
Her whole body shook when she came. She buried her face in the mattress and screamed, pussy pulsing visibly around Jake’s thrusting cock. He didn’t stop. He kept hammering her through the orgasm, making her squirt a little around his shaft.
I was close, jerking fast, but I didn’t want to finish yet. I needed to see him fill her.
Jake pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. He shoved back inside and started fucking her with short, brutal strokes. Lisa’s legs were spread wide, knees almost to her shoulders. “Come inside me,” she begged. “Fill your mother’s pussy while your father watches.”
Jake groaned and buried himself to the hilt. His balls tightened as he pumped load after load deep into her. I could see his cock pulsing with each spurt.
Cum leaked out around his shaft, running down her ass crack onto the sheets.
When he finally pulled out, a thick white mess spilled from her well-fucked hole. Lisa reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while staring right at me. “Your turn to clean it up,” she said, voice low and dirty.
I stepped into the room, cock still hard, ready to bury my face between her legs and taste my son’s cum mixed with her juices. Jake was already getting hard again, stroking himself as he watched me kneel.
This was our new normal. And none of us wanted it to stop.
