Jacob looked up from the Sunday paper as his dad walked into the kitchen. He’d been thinking about the sex he’d had with his mother last Tuesday and wondering when or if it was going to happen again. He had a partial erection. Now that partial erection quickly deflated. He was immediately concerned how his father would react to what his son and wife had done if he ever found out.
“Good morning, Dad,” he said, hoping he sounded normal.
“Good morning, Jacob,” Michael said as he got his personal coffee mug out of the cupboard then went over to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup. He wondered if he sounded normal to his son, now that he knew that Jacob and Patricia had become lovers.
Michael sat down at the kitchen table, across from his son. He decided to get right to the point. “Jacob, we have to talk.”
Jacob swallowed. A frission of, what, not fear, anticipation maybe, shot through him. His stomach knotted up. “Okay, Dad,” he said as casually as he could.
Michael could sense his son’s tension and smiled. “So, would you like to have a threesome with your mother and me?” he asked.
All of a sudden, Michael realized that he really was hot for that idea. All the fantasy talk from Patricia, then the knowledge that she and Jacob were now lovers, and her admitted desire for a threesome and double penetration with her husband and son all gelled in his mind and he knew that he really did want to see his son and wife having sex together and to join in with them. His cock was beginning to react. Michael realized that he was a totally wicked and perverse father and husband according to society. He also realized this was about consensual adult behavior and pure carnal pleasure between people who knew and loved each other and the fact that his wife really did want to fuck both of her men, husband and son, together in one bed at the same time.
Jacob’s eyes went wide. “Then, then,” he almost stuttered, “you don’t have a problem with that?”
Michael chuckled. “No, son, I don’t have a problem with that, or the fact that you fucked your mother last Tuesday when I had to spend the day in The City. Do you have a problem with it… a threesome, that is?”
Wow, Jason thought, somehow Mom was able to convinced Dad to accept the fact that we are lovers and to go along with her desire to have us both fucking her at the same time. His cock started to re-inflate.
Jacob grinned. “No. No, Dad, I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”
“Don’t have a problem with what,” Patricia asked as she came into the kitchen. She stopped to yawn and stretch and then gave her two men a big smile. “Good morning you two, isn’t it a wonderful morning?” She’d slept well last night and felt great this morning.
Patricia was wearing a thin, almost see-through robe that was loosely tied around her waist and nearly coming open. Both men gave her an appreciative look then looked at each other and smiled.
“So I ask again,” Patricia said, don’t have a problem with what?”
Michael got up from the table and intercepted his wife as she was reaching for a coffee mug. He turned her around, embraced her, and kissed her full on the mouth. He turned and gave a jerk of his head to Jacob who got up from the table and moved over to his mother and father.