“Oh, aaah, aaaaaaah,” my son grunted, “You’d better be ready for cum, sissy, because it’s coming soon. Oh fuck, yeah, OH Here it comes!!”
He pulled his massive member from my mouth and my wife started to furiously jerk him off.
“Cum for me honey,” she sighed, “Cum all over your sissy slut daddy’s face!”
“Oh yes, my studly son, please cover me with your warm, sticky cum!” I sighed and pleaded.
And that seemed to be enough to send him over the edge. Suddenly I felt a stream of warm liquid hit me in the face. My wife continued to stroke Adam’s cock, milking him for as much cum as he could give. Meanwhile, he continued to shoot his load, covering my face with his salty, sticky juices. I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch my son’s tasty cum inside. My wife now joined, kneeling beside me, hoping to get herself a little of my son’s spunk. Soon her face was as sticky as mine and her grin almost as wide.
Meanwhile the erotic thrill of my son’s cum filling my mouth was enough to send me over the edge as well. My hand rubbing my hard little dick through my satin thong made me spill my own load, creaming inside my sexy lingerie. My wife noticed the “o” of pleasure on my painted red lips and followed it obviously down my satin clad body to where there was a clear wet patch in my crotch.
“Oh, sissy,” she giggled, “Did your son’s hard cock make you cum. You’ve ruined those perfectly good panties!”
I blushed a red colour almost as deep as my babydoll. But I was also glowing with pleasure, pleasure only enhanced by my wife and son being there to see me dressed in feminine lingerie, filling my panties with sticky cum. The humiliation and embarrassment were just even more of a turn on. I knew that after tonight, things would never be the same again.
That night, I slept at the foot of my former bed as my wife and son cuddled up together. My soft, feminine body was dressed in a silky chemise and my mouth was stuffed with my thong from before. As my wife and son caressed and kissed, I lay there and listened, sucking my own cum from my dirty, stained panties. It was clear to me now that this would be my life from now on, no longer the man of the house, but the submissive sissy who would do anything to worship the cock of the real man of the house, my son.
My wife and son continued to make me dress in feminine clothes and, in exchange, I was occasionally allowed to suck my son’s beautiful cock, or lick his cum from my wife’s hot body. Things took another strange and new turn a few weeks later. I had got pretty good at making myself look like a sexy slut and was beginning to really enjoy my new feminine life. On this particular day, Laura had made me dress in a pair of knee high PVC boots with six inch heels that made it very difficult to get about anywhere. I also wore a matching black PVC mini-skirt that barely covered my thighs and black lace panties beneath. I was wearing no bra, instead I just wore a tiny, tight red PVC halterneck top that exposed my midriff. Once again I wore the blonde, shoulder length wig and painted my face in heavy, slutty make up and bright red lipstick. I looked like a cheap hooker but that was just the way that I liked it, not to mention the way my wife and son wanted it.
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