Dad and son swap strokes Ch 7

Amber’s command hung in the steamy air, a delicious order that made Matt’s spent cock twitch back to life against his thigh. She was still riding James with that slow, hypnotic roll of her hips, her eyes locked on Matt’s. “Well?” she breathed, a challenge in her smile. “Tell me how to ride our son.”

Matt moved through the bubbling water, the jets pulsing around his legs. He settled on the submerged bench beside them, close enough to feel the heat radiating from their joined bodies. His hand came up, cupping Amber’s jaw, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “Faster,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Take him hard. Make him forget his own name.”

A shiver ran through her. She obeyed, her hips beginning to piston up and down on James’s thick length, the water sloshing with the new, frantic rhythm. James groaned, his hands flying to her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rode him with abandon.

“Good,” Matt growled, his own desire coiling tight. “Now lean forward. Put your mouth on him, James. Show your dad how much you want to taste him.”

Amber’s eyes widened, then darkened with raw lust. She didn’t break her rhythm, but she leaned forward, bracing her hands on James’s chest. James understood immediately. He shifted beneath her, lifting his head from the water, and his mouth found Matt’s cock where it bobbed, heavy and full, just below the surface.

The first hot, wet touch of his son’s tongue nearly made Matt see stars. It was tentative at first, a lick along the underside from root to tip. Then, encouraged by Amber’s hungry moan above him, James took the head into his mouth, his lips forming a tight seal.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Matt hissed, his head falling back against the tub’s edge. The dual sensation was unreal—watching his wife fuck their son while that same son sucked him off. The water made everything slick, surreal. Amber was bouncing now, her full breasts swaying, her cries sharp and pleading with each downward plunge. James was moaning around Matt’s cock, the vibrations traveling straight to his core.

Amber’s hand snaked between her own legs, her fingers frantically circling her clit. “I’m close… watching this… James, suck him!” she commanded, her voice breaking.

James redoubled his efforts, taking Matt deeper, his throat working. Matt could only watch, mesmerized, as his wife approached her peak, her body tightening, her movements becoming erratic. With a shattered scream, Amber came, her inner muscles clamping down on James so fiercely that he shouted around Matt’s cock, his own hips bucking up off the bench as he spilled inside her.

The intense, milking pulses of James’s orgasm against her sensitive walls sent Amber into a second, trembling climax. She collapsed forward onto James’s chest, gasping.

But Matt wasn’t done. The sight, the feel, the taboo ecstasy of it all had him on a knife’s edge. “Up,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Both of you. Out of the water. Against the wall. Now.”

They moved like obedient ghosts, limbs shaky, water streaming from their bodies as they stumbled out of the hot tub onto the cool deck. Matt followed, his own arousal a painful, throbbing demand. He pointed to a section of the cabin’s exterior wall, bathed in moonlight. “Amber, hands on the wall. James, behind her. Now.”

Amber braced herself, her palms flat against the rough wood, her glorious ass still glistening from the water and their shared releases. James moved behind her, his cock, miraculously hard again, nudging at her slick entrance.

“Not yet,” Matt said, coming up behind James. He placed a hand on his son’s lower back, pushing him forward. “You’re going to eat her out. And I’m going to take you while you do it.”

A ragged, eager sound escaped James. He dropped to his knees behind Amber, his hands spreading her cheeks. He dove in, his tongue laving a broad, wet stripe over her swollen, sensitive flesh. Amber cried out, pushing back against his face.

Matt didn’t wait. He spat into his palm, slicking his length, then pressed the broad head against James’s entrance. With a steady, relentless push, he buried himself in the tight, clenching heat of his son once more. James gasped, his mouth still working on Amber, the vibration making her moan.

Matt set a brutal, driving pace from the start. Each thrust forward shoved James’s face deeper into Amber’s pussy, each pull back was met with James’s desperate, hungry tongue. It was a heated, messy, perfect sandwich of flesh and desire. The sounds were obscene—wet sucks, slapping skin, choked grunts, and Amber’s continuous, pleading cries of “Yes! Just like that!”

Matt could feel James coming apart beneath him, his rhythm faltering as the dual stimulation overwhelmed him. Matt’s own control was fraying, the pleasure a white-hot coil in his gut ready to snap. He couldn’t hold on. Not like this.

“Stop,” he grunted, pulling out of James with a slick pop. He stepped back, his cock aching, dripping. “On your knees. Both of you. Face me.”

Panting, dripping, they obeyed. Amber and James turned, sinking to their knees on the damp deckboards, side by side, their faces flushed and eyes wide with anticipation. They looked up at him, a perfect tableau of submission.

“Suck me,” Matt demanded, his voice a raw scrape. “Together. Get me off. I’m going to come all over your pretty faces.”

They surged forward without hesitation. Amber’s mouth took the head, her tongue swirling around the crown. James took the shaft, his lips traveling down the length he couldn’t quite take fully before. They worked in tandem, a slick, wet, competing duet of lips and tongue and soft, hungry moans. The feeling was beyond anything—the heat, the pressure, the sheer psychological thrill of seeing his wife and his son vying to please him.

It took only seconds. The pressure broke.

“I’m coming!” he roared.

He pulled his cock from their mouths. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out, splashing across Amber’s cheek, then James’s. A second pulse landed on Amber’s lips and chin. A third striped James’s forehead and nose. He painted them both, marking them with his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a second, there was only the sound of his ragged breathing. Then Amber moved.

She turned her head, her face glistening with his seed. She looked at James, his own face painted white. A slow, sensual smile spread across her sticky lips. She leaned in, closing the distance, and kissed her son deeply.

Matt watched, his cock still throbbing, as his wife’s tongue slipped into their son’s mouth, sharing the taste of his cum. James moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup her face, smearing it further. It was the most taboo, the most possessive, the most right thing Matt had ever seen.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, they both turned their lust-glazed eyes up to him.