“Right, now get up and get a shower. Oh, and no more wanking today. Your dad’s back tonight so you need to have plenty available.”
Amazingly, his cock twitched at the thought.
Sally shook her head and left the room to go to work.
Sally returned home that evening to find Pete sprawled out on the couch, naked as usual. He very rarely wore clothes around the house and his cock was always, at a minimum, semi-erect. At this moment it was fully erect as he ogled his mum when she entered the room. She approached him, bra-less tits jiggling and the permanently erect nipples poking at the front of her blouse. She bent down and gave him a kiss on the lips. Not the usual kiss between a mother and son, but one that was all tongues and spit. His cock got even harder, pre-cum flowing from the tip. Sally’s hand moved down to his cock, the palm of her hand smearing the copious pre-cum around the head and up and down the shaft. She ended the kiss, then engulfed his cock with her mouth, licking the pre-cum off and savouring the tangy taste.
“Jesus, couldn’t you wait?” came a voice from the doorway.
Sally turned to look and saw her husband, Ian. “Darling!” she squealed, then ran to embrace him, then kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth so he could taste his son.
“Hmmm,” he said when they finally broke the kiss. “I’ve missed that taste.”
“Why not try if from the source?” his son said, holding his cock upright.
Ian approached and bent down to lick at the head, swirling his tongue around the piss-slit and gathering all the nectar that he could. Which was plenty. His son’s cock seemed to be pretty much gushing pre-cum all the time.
Ian stood and loosened his trousers, pushing them down and freeing his cock. Like his wife, he wasn’t a big fan of underwear. His nine inches thrust out, fully erect and veiny, the foreskin pulled back from the purple head and liberal amounts of pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
Pete grasped the beautiful cock and squeezed so that his dad’s cock became even harder. He poked his tongue out and gathered up the pre-cum, then took the head into his mouth, running his tongue around it.
Sally, meanwhile, had removed her shoes, blouse and skirt, leaving her clad in only black silk stockings and red suspender belt. She stood behind her husband and embraced him, erect nipples poking into his back. She removed his shirt, then had him lift each leg in turn so she could remove his trousers and socks, leaving him fully naked. She reached around him and grasped his cock, then pulled it from their son’s mouth. She rubbed it around his face, leaving a glistening snail-trail of pre-cum before eventually allowing Pete to reclaim it into his mouth. She moved to the couch and sat down next to her son. “Come on, gimme a go,” she said, nudging him aside.
Removing his dad’s cock, Pete handed it off to his mum, who engulfed the head, then plunged down on it until it was at the back of her throat. She gulped several times, then drew back. The saliva coated cock popped free of her mouth and Pete took over once more.