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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Male / 43
Leaving My Wife For My Son
He moved in with his girlfriend at 19. After two good years, he caught the bitch cheating on him in the worst way. He spied his best friend fucking his fiancée in the bed they shared. So, my son returned home to live with us at age 21.
As for me, I'd been married for 23 years. That's how it was in my day. You married young, got her pregnant, and gave your parents grandchildren...or...you got her pregnant young, you got married, and you gave your parents grandchildren whom they ended up loving after they'd lectured you for being irresponsible and giving in to pre-marital sex.
Obviously after 23 years and a few months together, my wife and I weren't having much sex anymore. In fact we hadn't done it in three years. I has assumed, falsely, that we'd be on each other at all times of day, once our son was out of the house. No, my wife and I had a talk soon after my son had moved out with his girlfriend. Menopause meant she no longer had interest in sex.
After he moved back in with us, my son spied me masturbating one time. He noticed that some of the porn I was watching was bisexual. He confronted me and asked whether I loved his mom.
I told him that watching porn and masturbating is not cheating. He said that after the trauma he'd experienced at the hands of his slutty fiancée, he had no choice but to tell his mom what I was up to.
I pleaded with him not to destroy our marriage and our family, least of all over porn clips on my computer. Unlike his fiancée, I had never had sex outside my relationship.
I asked him whether he ever masturbated. He thought for a moment, and said yes.
Did he watch porn? Yes.
I thought for a moment. Since we're both not getting sex right now, maybe we can help each other out.
He was hesitant but he laid down next to me on the bed. I put the laptop and the porn away.
My wife was at her knitting club meeting so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed for a few hours.
I slid my hand into his shorts, pulled the fabric to the side, and fished my son's cock out through the leg opening. I was proud of my son. He had a big dick, just like his dad.
I'm not sure about this, dad.
I told him to close his eyes and think of the hottest girl from back in high school or middle school, while I jerked his cock.
He started moaning, and thrusting his hips. In two minutes, he said, I'm getting close, dad.
I quickly put my mouth on my son's cock. There wasn't a second to spare. I felt the first blast of warm semen hit the back of my throat just as my lips closed on his thick shaft.
He grabbed the back of my head and fucked his load down my throat.
We kind of avoided each other for the next few days, but our horniness caught up with us.
For our second dad-son encounter, he gave me a hand-job.
It went on like that for a few weeks. I could tell that he was hurting from his fiancée's betrayal, though. He could tell I was lonely from his mom's menopause-induced frigidity. We had a frank talk. We hugged. I kissed my son like a lover for the first time, him 21 and me 43. He kissed me back.
After that the floodgates opened. Whenever his mom was out, we explored each other's bodies. We connected sexually in every way that two men could connect. Organically, we settled into roles, with him being the bottom boy and me, the top dad. (We flipped occasionally. It's not that taking dick is too feminine for me or that the younger man has to be the bottom.)
Predictably, my wife caught us. Lots of anger but there was nothing she could do. Our state forbids marriage between a parent and an adult child, but not sex.
She also realized they antagonizing us and shaming us in publicly would backfire on her (what kind of wife is so non-sexual that her husband has to fuck his own son?). In the end, she quietly took the generous divorce settlement my lawyer offered.
My son and I have moved to a new town for a fresh start. Even our gay friends make jokes about our daddy-son relationship (little do they know!) and even our straight friends admit how devoted we are.
I love you, son. Thank you for rescuing me from a dead marriage. I hope I rescued you from the aftermath of a dead engagement. Everything I have is yours, including my body and my heart.
As for me, I'd been married for 23 years. That's how it was in my day. You married young, got her pregnant, and gave your parents grandchildren...or...you got her pregnant young, you got married, and you gave your parents grandchildren whom they ended up loving after they'd lectured you for being irresponsible and giving in to pre-marital sex.
Obviously after 23 years and a few months together, my wife and I weren't having much sex anymore. In fact we hadn't done it in three years. I has assumed, falsely, that we'd be on each other at all times of day, once our son was out of the house. No, my wife and I had a talk soon after my son had moved out with his girlfriend. Menopause meant she no longer had interest in sex.
After he moved back in with us, my son spied me masturbating one time. He noticed that some of the porn I was watching was bisexual. He confronted me and asked whether I loved his mom.
I told him that watching porn and masturbating is not cheating. He said that after the trauma he'd experienced at the hands of his slutty fiancée, he had no choice but to tell his mom what I was up to.
I pleaded with him not to destroy our marriage and our family, least of all over porn clips on my computer. Unlike his fiancée, I had never had sex outside my relationship.
I asked him whether he ever masturbated. He thought for a moment, and said yes.
Did he watch porn? Yes.
I thought for a moment. Since we're both not getting sex right now, maybe we can help each other out.
He was hesitant but he laid down next to me on the bed. I put the laptop and the porn away.
My wife was at her knitting club meeting so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed for a few hours.
I slid my hand into his shorts, pulled the fabric to the side, and fished my son's cock out through the leg opening. I was proud of my son. He had a big dick, just like his dad.
I'm not sure about this, dad.
I told him to close his eyes and think of the hottest girl from back in high school or middle school, while I jerked his cock.
He started moaning, and thrusting his hips. In two minutes, he said, I'm getting close, dad.
I quickly put my mouth on my son's cock. There wasn't a second to spare. I felt the first blast of warm semen hit the back of my throat just as my lips closed on his thick shaft.
He grabbed the back of my head and fucked his load down my throat.
We kind of avoided each other for the next few days, but our horniness caught up with us.
For our second dad-son encounter, he gave me a hand-job.
It went on like that for a few weeks. I could tell that he was hurting from his fiancée's betrayal, though. He could tell I was lonely from his mom's menopause-induced frigidity. We had a frank talk. We hugged. I kissed my son like a lover for the first time, him 21 and me 43. He kissed me back.
After that the floodgates opened. Whenever his mom was out, we explored each other's bodies. We connected sexually in every way that two men could connect. Organically, we settled into roles, with him being the bottom boy and me, the top dad. (We flipped occasionally. It's not that taking dick is too feminine for me or that the younger man has to be the bottom.)
Predictably, my wife caught us. Lots of anger but there was nothing she could do. Our state forbids marriage between a parent and an adult child, but not sex.
She also realized they antagonizing us and shaming us in publicly would backfire on her (what kind of wife is so non-sexual that her husband has to fuck his own son?). In the end, she quietly took the generous divorce settlement my lawyer offered.
My son and I have moved to a new town for a fresh start. Even our gay friends make jokes about our daddy-son relationship (little do they know!) and even our straight friends admit how devoted we are.
I love you, son. Thank you for rescuing me from a dead marriage. I hope I rescued you from the aftermath of a dead engagement. Everything I have is yours, including my body and my heart.
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