Inviting Our Son Upstairs Ch. 02

The next day, I explained the situation to Carrie. I had send a lewd topless picture of her to her son for the intention of helping him masturbate to his fantasies of her. In trying to explain my motives, I also told her that the thought of me "helping" him achieve ejaculation was an incredible turn on to me. In her capacity as a mother and feminist, Carrie was angry and disgusted. In her capacity as very sex-positive and forward thinking, and with her major kink of older/younger guys, we reached something of a middle ground. It was too much for me to send Evan any pictures, but what happened has happened. During our sex after, she told me that she loved that I helped a younger man cum really hard. I told her that I loved that her son saw his mommy's big tits, and that I was sure he would treasure the picture forever.

So we made something of an attempt to return to normalcy, except with new fuel for our sexual interplay.

After a couple of days, I received an e-mail response from Evan commenting that the pictures were great, and if he could have any more by any chance. Her son definitely enjoyed seeing his mother's breasts, and no doubt wanted to see her uncovered vagina. My sexual instinct, of course, was to reach back into my store of pictures to send him even more intense photos of his mother. How badly I wanted to send him one of her not only showing her vagina, but spreading her lips for the camera; or on all fours, breasts hanging, waiting for penetration; or even something hardcore, my cock lodged in his mom's pussy, or ejaculating all over her face. How much would this have overloaded his circuits, to be able to see his mother experiencing a real cock! This time, however, I managed to curb my lust. I didn't reply, but met him at the kitchen table when I saw him the next day. I told him that while both his mother and I still very much supported his sexuality, and recognized that his fantasies about her mother were completely healthy and normal, that his mother and I had discussed it and sending nude pictures of her to him was perhaps a bit past the line. He said he understood, and asked if he should delete the ones he had. I said that, no, those were fine. He asked if mom was mad, and I said that no, she was just drawing the line. He left for his room.

Instantly, I felt awful. It felt somehow like we were saying one thing and doing another. I felt that I had shamed him and that he again felt like a pervert. The issue felt vaguely awkward. I wasn't sure what to do.

A few days passed, and a thought occurred to me on how to repair the situation. I pitched it to Carrie one night. I suggested that we invite our son upstairs for general non-sexual intimacy sessions. He and Carrie would lie together and simply talk, cuddle, and be together. This would allow for a warm show of acceptance of Evan's sexuality and the mother-son relationship without letting it cross the line. It would prevent Evan from being shamed for natural urges and bring mother and son closer together.

At first, Carrie was reluctant, but my persistent enthusiasm was enough to win her over. I think my interest in her son's sexuality was, deep down, a turn on for her, and didn't contradict her -- admittedly radical and forward -- theories on healthy sexual engagement.

So -- I asked Evan if he'd want to come upstairs that night just to spend some time with his mother. Nothing sexual, just intimacy, which I said that Carrie and I thought would be nice. He seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing, but agreed.

Carrie was in a satin nightgown in bed without a bra and with a pair of stretchy black panties underneath. She was lying on top of the king-sized bed, on the soft white duvet. When Evan knocked, we invited him in, and he walked up the stairs. I was sitting on a loveseat across the way from the bed, in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, pretending to be occupied by my book. The room was only lit by a couple of lamps. Evan emerged, and Carrie invited him to sit on the bed. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and Carrie told him he'd be a look more comfortable in just his underwear, if he was comfortable with that. He sloughed off the jeans and his socks, wearing only boxer-briefs and his t-shirt, and climbed up toward Carrie, lying down next to her on the bed.

She sensed his nervousness at the strangeness of the situation, and calmed him by rubbing his arms and shoulders, before giving him a hug. She told him that he was safe here, and that she just wanted to create an environment where they could be together authentically, and share their feelings. Evan quickly calmed down. It was lovely to see. They talked quietly for nearly an hour, him lying on his side facing her, and her lying on her side facing him, breasts rising and falling with her breathing.

Looking up from my book as much as I could without being obvious, I checked and confirmed the pronouncement of her nipples through her gown, and the tell-tale sign of an erection in Evan's briefs. Yet, as planned, the encounter never spilled over into anything sexual. Eventually, they hugged, Carrie kissed Evan on the cheek, and then Evan said goodbye, picked up his jeans, and went back to his room. Harmless -- although he would no doubt masturbate while the memories and sensations were still fresh.

As soon as the door shut, I climbed on top of Carrie, and reached under her gown, pulled her panties off, and put two fingers into her pussy. She was wet. I told her how hot that was, and how nice it was to see them together. She invited me between her open legs and I fucked her for as long as I could last -- not long -- before shooting inside her. I was quite sure that Evan could hear me fucking his mom, maybe timing his ejaculation with mine. (How much did he envy me, with my penis sliding in and out of his mother, while his had to settle for the roughness of his hand?)

Anyway -- things continued this way for a week or two. Every few days, Evan would come up before bed, and we'd have this intimate time. After it ended, he would return to his room to masturbate, and I'd fuck Carrie loud and hard. It was risque, and a turn-on for everyone, but also felt organic and healthy. Carrie and I both expressed pleasure with how things were going, and she even admitted to feeling far more comfortable in an intimate setting with Evan than she'd expected. The taboo of him being her biological son was not that prohibitive, she said, once she recognized it for what it was, got over it, and saw him as a normal sexual being who had a deep natural chemistry with her.

Then, one night, things spilled over.

Carrie and Evan were doing their usual caressing and chatting, this time with Carrie's arms around Evan's neck, in a loose hug. Then, ever so gradually, they began to kiss each other. An incredibly soft, and tender makeout. Evan's penis was hard in his underwear. Neither of them wanted to stop. What began as a gentle makeout built into full-on french kissing. My cock was iron. Trembling with arousal, I walked up to them, and followed my instinct. I pulled down the straps of Carrie's gown, exposing her bare breasts. Carrie moaned. Evan put his hands on her breasts, and circled each erect nipple with his palms as he kissed. "Suck mommy's breasts" I said, and Evan followed my instructions, as Carrie cupped his scalp.

He nursed at her for what seemed like several minutes. I pulled my cock out and begin to squeeze and stroke it. I could see Evan notice it out of the corner of the eye and, while startled for a second, continue to suck at his mother's large breasts. Carrie also noticed me staring at her son and jerking off. Eventually Carrie pulled him away. "Mhm, that was nice. Enough for now I think." They had a quick kiss goodnight, and he left.

After Carrie and I fucked and cooled down, we were both alarmed at how fast things had gotten out of control. We spent the evening discussing our feelings about the situation and found we were both more open to a higher degree of intimacy than we had originally planned. As well, we were both incredibly turned on -- me mainly by seeing a son get to consummate his intense desire for his mother, and her by seeing my lust for a younger man. Despite all of our progressiveness, Carrie and I had never fooled around outside the bounds of our marriage. Despite how much it turned Carrie on, and me too, I had never actually had an encounter with a guy, besides that one in college I mentioned earlier. I had never been able to quite get over the stigma of it myself. But somehow connecting it with the incest taboo really awoke something in me. I was desperate to see Evan nude.

(That's putting it somewhat lightly. I masturbated every day thinking about how insanely horny he must be for his mommy. How much cum had he sprayed looking at the picture of her tits and panty covered vagina? After lying with her night after night, how badly did he feel the need to slide his erection into her pussy? I knew he was uncircumcised, but what did his penis look like?)

Eventually, we settled on some revised boundaries. We were willing to bring Evan into a semi-sexual relationship with us, but only under certain conditions. Partly, they allowed us to maintain some veneer of responsible moderation, but partly we were lost to arousal at this point, without seeing many good arguments not to let ourselves fall into it.

The next night, Evan came up, and we explained our feelings. We thought nudity, manual stimulation, and possibly even oral sex could be considered, if Evan wanted this. We would move slowly, however, to be sure that everyone was comfortable with what was going on. As well -- and this was critical and firm, explained Carrie -- anything that happened between Evan and her, would also happen between Evan and me. The unconventional relationship they were beginning was predicated on consciously moving away from inhibiting cultural norms. Those included prejudices against polyamory and homosexuality. Since Carrie and I were in a committed relationship, if Evan wanted to join Carrie, he also joined me.

Evan thought about this. He looked perplexed. He had had one girlfriend previously, and no doubt identified as straight. Yet, if he was crossing this boundary, why not others? And this was the only way to satisfy his incredible lust for his mother. Any trepidation he might have had about the agreement must have paled in comparison to the bounty in front of him. He looked at her and said that he wanted this.

Carrie kissed him. "I'm so glad." She told him to take all of his clothes off. We all began to strip. I got my shirt and boxers off, and with full erection was able to appreciate the scene before me. Mother -- plump breasts, curly dark pubic hair -- gazing at her nude son. I finally had a chance to take in his cock. Despite his leanness, it was large -- about 7", fully erect, with foreskin half-covering the head. It appeared thin but bloated with blood, so that the width almost doubled in size from the base to the center, almost like a baseball bat. The skin was impossibly soft. In the bisexual porn I'd looked at online I'd come to appreciate the aesthetics of the intact male. Their penises looked at once masculine and slightly feminine, because of the soft foreskin, covering the bashful head. I read an article that said when a man's foreskin is pulled all the way back, it was analagous to when a women pulls her vagina lips open -- it's a moment of intense vulnerability. There was something very sexy about being able to achieve that range of sensuality.

Now -- he was staring at his mother, taking in her beautiful form. His erection jutted out directly at her. She stepped toward him and took him into an embrace, his erection jutting up against her abdomen. They made out like lost lovers. He ran his fingers through the thick rough curls of her pussy. I stroked my cock, having to halt already so that I wouldn't cum.

Could you imagine? Him knowing that he was very likely to feel his mother's hands on his penis, maybe even her mouth encircling his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Would she let him ejaculate into her mouth, that incredibly loving and intimate gesture? He had to feel like he was the luckiest son in the world.

And me... how many fathers get to see their sons sexually involved with their mothers? Does every dad out there fantasize about this -- hooking up two perfect lovers, kept apart by an old-fashioned taboo, and vicariously experiencing the intensity of their desire?

As Carrie and I had discussed, I interrupted them briefly to ask if I could take a picture. I had my SLR set nearby, and explained to Evan that we thought this would be a really special occasion to capture, but that for now I would only take one or two pictures. I didn't want to spook him by taking pictures all during whatever was going to happen. He agreed, and I posed them, standing side by side. We took a couple pictures, a few just standing, and a few holding hands. They looked so comfortable and well-paired -- hard nipples, jutting erection; slight frame, and warm full figure; shy and awkward, and experienced and assertive; twenty-something and forty-something; son and mommy. Carrie was fooling around in some of the pictures, easing the tension of the situation, so I got a nice variety of poses. Evan's erection came and went, so I got a few of it both hard and droopy. Maybe he was nervous about me examining his manhood so closely? I asked Evan if I could take a picture of his penis as well, and he agreed. I took a couple quick shots of his penis, and then asked if he could pull his foreskin back so I could see the exposed head. He did so, and I snapped away -- I even got the dew of pre-cum at the tip! I wondered if he felt as vulnerable as a woman spreading her vagina open?

Carrie lead him to the bed and they lay side by side. She told him that she would like to rub his penis and if he was sure this was okay. He responded with an enthusiastic yes. She began to jack him off, straightaway from a brisk pace, as he moaned in pleasure. He shut his eyes and leaned into her neck, as she continued to stroke.

I watched as his foreskin slipped up and down over the head of his penis as she pumped -- it must have been ecstasy. Occasionally he would open his eyes, and move as if to kiss her, before being hit by another wave of pleasure. At one point, he noticed me watching back and stroking my cock. For a brief second maybe he wondered what would happen later between him and I, but he quickly let himself be taken away.

He turned around and set himself into her body as the little spoon. The soft flesh of her breasts surrounded his face. He felt her pubic hair against his ass. She increased her speed.

"I'm getting close... mom... that feels really good..."

"Let it out, baby. We want you to have your orgasm. Have a big cum for us. It's okay. Shoot your come, sweetheart, shoot it all over the bed, lovie. Big spurts for mommy. Cum for mommy."

She continue to stroke firmly, briskly, simulating a vagina with her hand.

Evan cringed, and ejaculated. Several spurts of semen rushed out of his urethra, from the rosy read head of his smooth white cock, across the bedspread. Carrie's stroking slowed, until she eventually stopped, retaining a strong squeeze on Evan's cummy penis. I loved the look of her older, slightly wrinkled hand, holding his younger (now dwindling erection) tight, as if to say, "this is mine".

I had been ready to go for a while and, at this, let myself unleashed several long shots of sperm all along Carrie and Evan's legs, letting out a loud moan. "Oh fuck..." Evan's post-orgasm bliss was a bit startled by the feeling of sperm spattering his feet and calves.

I marveled as his foreskin, sticky with semen now becoming clear, once again overtook the head of his penis. I grabbed my camera and snapped this close-up, without making a big deal of it.

All of us were catching our breath. It was without question the most intense sexual encounter of all of our lives to date.

Evan prepared to go back down to his room when Carrie reminded him. "Tomorrow morning daddy will come into your room. I will not be there. He's going to do what I just did. He's going to rub your penis you until you have a really big orgasm. It's going to feel really really good, sweetie, to have a man's hand on your penis. Daddy will be gentle with your foreskin, I've told him just how to touch it. You two can kiss too, if you want, just like we do. He just wants to make you feel good so enjoy it. I'm so excited for you two. Sleep well, baby, I'm glad we're doing this."