Sin: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Three)

by Raminar Dixon

  That familiar pressure once again built up inside me. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep a lid on it. The fun had just started. No matter how desperately I wanted to empty myself inside her, I wasn’t ready for everything to end just yet. I wanted our first threesome as a family to last, though I was pretty sure no matter how long it lasted, we’d be in bed together tonight.

  In fact, I planned on it. Jason would spend the night in bed with us, both men of the house giving Jen a night of pleasure she would never forget. We would become a family like no other, one who had no secrets, kept nothing from each other, not even the most carnal of pleasures. I planned on watching as Jason emptied his own nuts into his mother’s waiting pussy.

  Just thinking about what would happen tonight pushed me to the edge. No matter what I did, I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Despite my best efforts, that sought after pleasure would overtake me, send me spiraling into the blackness once again.

  Soon, the pressure built to the point where I thought my balls would explode. With a groan, I closed my eyes and let go, giving in to my inner desires. “Fuck, here it comes!”

  Liquid fire surged through my veins. Followed closely on its trail was the pleasure I’d so desperately craved earlier. My cock throbbed inside Jen as cum erupted inside her. As I felt my cum flooding her pussy, I opened my eyes and locked my gaze on Jason. The two of us grinned at each other as he watched me come inside his mom. His hands were still on her head, though now he moved his hips in time with her sucking.

  He was about to come just from watching me come. God, that had to be one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Why didn’t more families do this together? One thing was for sure, our family would be doing this pretty damn often. And, one day, when Jason got married, all four of us could make love together as family.

  Fucking Jason’s wife while he fucked my wife would be amazing. Hell, I’d be more than happy to just fuck any girlfriends he brought home, assuming they were willing to join our little family escapade. One day he’d find the right girl though, and she would join our family love making. I was sure of it.

  “Fuck, gonna come,” Jason moaned out. He jarred me out of my thoughts and I watched as his face flushed red. He didn’t close his eyes like when he’d come this afternoon, instead he kept his gaze locked on me. He pushed Jen’s head down, lifting his hips at the same time as he emptied his balls down her throat. “Fuck yeah, Mom. Swallow my cum!”

  Apparently he liked to talk dirty to his mom. Not that I could blame him. He was committing a pretty serious taboo. He was probably getting off on making his mom swallow his cum right in front of me. Not only was he fucking my wife’s face, but it was his step-mother as well. Double whammy for him.

  I envied him. What would it have been like to fuck my own mother when I was young? Would Dad have gone along with it? Would he have gotten off watching me like I was getting off watching Jason? Would he have let us have sex together openly and with him?

  It didn’t matter to me that I didn’t have a step-mother like Jason did. At this point, I would’ve gladly filled my own mother with my seed. Hell, I would’ve loved to watch Jason empty his nuts into her as well. Maybe it wouldn’t be too late to get with them. My parents weren’t in their prime any more, but they weren’t bad looking. I’d have to give Dad a call one day.

  Having me come in her pussy and Jason in her mouth must’ve been enough to push Jen over the edge. Despite having Jason’s cock and a load of cum in her mouth, I could hear her moan. Her body shook beneath me, her pussy becoming like a vice on my slowly softening cock. Her juices flooded out, mixing with my cum.

  Once she’d come down from her orgasmic high, I pulled out of her, moving over to sit next to Jason on the couch. He grinned at me as Jen pulled off his now soft cock, it sliding out of her mouth with a plop. Then she moved to sit on the other side of Jason. All three of us sat on the couch, naked, covered in sweat and cum, and trying to catch our breaths.

  Jason was the first to break the silence. “Man, that was fucking awesome.”

  “We shouldn’t have done that…” Jen said quietly.

  “Why not?” Jason looked confused, like he couldn’t understand why she’d complain about having some amazing sex. I know I certainly wasn’t going to complain, and I highly doubted he would.

  “Because… Because you’re our son. We’re your parents.”

  “So what? You and I have been having sex for ages now. And we’re not related by blood or anything. Dad and I are cool with it, and we are related by blood.” He looked over at me and flashed me a smile. “And it’s not like him and I are doing it together. We’re basically just having sex at the same time, with the same woman. No different than when we jerked off earlier, really. Just a lot hotter.”

  “You two… you masturbated together?”

  This time I answered with a nod. “We talked about his relationship with you. He told me about some of your little trysts together, and I gave him my blessing. I don’t care if you two want to have sex together, whether I’m here or not. And after our little chat, we both needed to rub one off. So we put on some porn and took care of business. We’re both adults, even if we are father and son.”

  Jen was quiet for a moment. She looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with either of us. When she did speak, her voice was still low. “Are you both sure about this? We’ll never be able to go back to normal.”

  “We’re sure,” the two of us said together.

  “Then let’s go upstairs and shower. We’re all covered in sweat. The master shower should be big enough for all three of us.” She looked over at us and grinned. She didn’t plan on doing much cleaning in the shower.

  With any luck, I’d get to watch Jason come inside his mother. This was the first day in our new life, a new life I never wanted to give up.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Iris Black lives and writes in sunny South Carolina. When she's not sitting at the beach ogling the hotties, she's at home, writing those hotties into smutty books. She loves the taboo and enjoys sharing her fantasies with the world.

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  The XXX-Mas Party

  A Modern Gay Sex Christmas Carol # 9

  © 2013 Rod Mandelli

  Dickteaser Splooge heard laughter and merriment, several voices mixed together, like a party. His initial deduction was confirmed when the spirit's torch dimmed enough for him to see his surroundings. What are these miscreants doing in my condo, he thought at first. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the layout was the same, but the décor was different. This condo was fully furnished and fully decorated for Christmas as opposed to his own sparse and drab condo (except for the brief time the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present had decorated it with his own brand of holiday magic).

  "Ha, ha!" came a high pitched laugh. It was unmistakably that of Flaming Fred, his neighbor and the child of his high school friend, Frank. That's why the layout of the condo had seemed so familiar. The real estate agent told him when he purchased his condo that all those within the complex were designed the same. Splooge had never been inside a unit other than his own until now.

  Flaming Fred held his stomach because he was laughing so hard. He could barely get the words out. "I swear it's true, so then he said," Fred began. He paused while he put on a grumpy looking face and used a gravelly voice to add, "Christmas? Bah, humpstud!"

  Fred's guests roared with laughter. They could scarcely look each other in the eyes for fear of setting off more fits of uncontrollable mirth.

  "Shame on him," chastised Doug who was Fred's boyfriend and the manager of The Hunty Pot. Doug was the one who had arranged the barback job for Tiny Twink. Doug was a 6'3" jock with killer abs. If there was ever a gay couple that looked like a mismatch to outside observers, it was hyper-
masculine jock Doug and drag queen Fred.

  "This party looks like a public service announcement for a politically correct gay organization," Splooge said to the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present. "In addition to the drag queen/sports jock combination, there's an interracial black and white couple on the couch. Oh, and there's an Asian twink sitting by the fireplace. Those two, standing by the piano, they're the bears. Notice how they are both slightly overweight and bald with goatees as well as hairy chests poking out of their Christmas sweaters." Dickteaser scanned the crowd, "Now all we're missing is, wait, are those two men over there or two women near the punch bowl? I can't tell."

  "Beats me," said the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present good-naturedly. "Sometimes it's hard to tell when you're at a party hosted by a drag queen!"

  "As I was saying, all we're missing is the classic closet case."

  "He's in the bathroom, looking at some magazines that Fred may have left laying around in there," the spirit added with a wink.

  Unaware of Splooge and the ghost, Fred continued his conversation. "He's a comical old fellow. That's the truth. He's certainly not as pleasant as he should be. However, his offenses carry their own punishment. I have nothing bad to say about him."

  "At least he's very rich," Doug commented as if to indicate that Splooge had at least one redeeming quality.

  "So what?" said Fred. "His wealth is of no use to him. He doesn't do any good with it. He doesn't make himself comfortable with it."

  "I have no patience with him," Doug declared. "He can't even give us a neighborly wave or nod of acknowledgment if we pass in the courtyard on the way home from work or when putting out the trash. I swear he took down that wreath you put on his door last year and stomped all over it. It didn't get mangled and end up with bootprints impressed upon it all by itself!"

  "I feel sorry for him," insisted Fred. "I couldn't be angry with him if I tried. Who suffers by his whims? Always himself! He got it in his head to dislike us and won't come dine with us."

  "He loses a damn good dinner," said Doug.

  The other guests nodded their heads and murmured their agreement.

  "Yes," said Fred. "He does. The consequence of his taking a disliking to us is that he loses some pleasant moments which could do him no harm. I issue an invitation every year, giving him the same chance to join us whether he likes it or not. Every year, he has the same answer-"

  Fred, Doug, and their guests all said enthusiastically and in unison, "Bah, humpstud!"

  The Spirit of XXX-Mas Present laughed at the accurate way the party goers imitated Dickteaser. Splooge curled his lips and folded his arms.

  As the gathering went on, Doug sat at the piano and played a few Christmas carols while Fred sang to entertain the crowd. There was no lip synching either, the beautiful voice belonged all to Fred. He really had them guessing when he did some songs as duets - by himself! He was able to sing in both traditionally male and female ranges within the same song.

  One of the guests suggested they play some gay party games, which turned out to be quite a popular suggestion.

  "Will the games be of a sexual nature?" inquired Marty, the closet case.

  "Of course," Fred told him.

  The bears clapped their hands together in anticipation.

  "Let's play Stuff the Dildo in the Dude!" suggested Ron, the black guy.

  "Great idea," they all agreed.

  "What's that game?" Dickteaser asked the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present.

  "Like Pin the Tail on the Donkey, but with naked guys and dildos," the ghost responded quickly, not wanting to miss any of the impending action.

  "I'll be the dude," offered Danny, the Asian twink. He kicked off his shoes. "Give me some music to strip by," he told Doug. The rest of the guests were impressed that Doug could make a piano sound so dirty.

  "That twink sure can dance!" remarked Fred. Danny unbuttoned his shirt as he gyrated his way over to the bears. He faced away from them and wiggled his compact butt in their faces. He looked over his shoulder and held his hands behind him, stroking their goatees between his fingers. "Pull," he said indicating his sleeves. Each bear pulled a sleeve and the twink was shirtless in no time.

  "Our turn next," said Jarrod, the white guy who was the other half of the interracial couple.

  Danny made his way across the room and surprised everybody when he did a handstand in front of the couple as they sat on the edge of the couch. This put his crotch right at working level. They wasted no time unfastening his pants. He dropped out of the handstand and draped himself across their laps. "Pull," he said again, this time indicating the legs of his pants.

  The interracial couple ended up with his pants in their hands while Danny dirty danced his way to the piano. He grabbed Fred's hands and brought them up to his chest. Fred gave Danny's small nips a quick tweak and then giggled.

  Closet case Marty was practically jumping out of his pants as Danny approached him. Danny climbed into Marty's chair. With one foot on each arm of the chair, Danny leaned forward shoving his bikini briefs into Marty's face. When Marty tried to breathe in, he got a face full of Danny's ballsac.

  "Pull," Danny told him. Marty reached up and Danny slapped his hand. "Not with your hands, smart guy," Danny said as his slim hips swayed from side to side with the music.

  "I don't understand," Marty said.

  Danny stuck his tongue out towards Marty and scraped it against his teeth.

  "Oh, you want me to pull those bikini briefs down with my teeth?"

  "Now you've got it," Danny said as he turned around and shook his barely-covered ass in Marty's face.

  "Do it! Do it!" the partygoers encouraged.

  Marty's face turned beet red. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do more...slink down into the chair in embarrassment or rip those tight briefs from the Asian twink's sweet ass and dive face first into his inviting man crack.

  Marty wrapped his lips around the waistband of the bikini briefs and sunk his teeth into the material. He gave the slightest tugs and those briefs slipped down Danny's legs. Marty reached up and cupped the twink's tight ass cheeks in his hands. He ran his fingers down Danny's short, perfectly smooth legs. He gently removed the briefs from Danny's ankles. Danny took them and immediately placed them around Marty's head with the crotch area situated like an oxygen mask.

  Marty's dick pulsed in his pants and he instinctively reached down and rubbed himself while Danny finished his striptease in the middle of Fred's living room. Danny swung his semi-hard prick as well as his neat little man pouch in circles as Doug provided him with a dramatic ending to the music.

  The partiers applauded wildly when Danny took his bow. From front, back, or side, there wasn't a bad angle from which to observe the bent-over and naked gaysian twink.

  "Let's get started," Fred said. He placed a pillow on the side of an armchair. He positioned Danny face down with his stomach touching the pillow. Danny's petite, firm ass stuck up in the air perfectly.

  Fred retrieved a dildo from a drawer. He handed it to Marty and told him to get on his feet. "Hold the dildo in both hands. Take a good look at where that hot ass is and then close your eyes." He turned Marty around several times saying, "I'm going to let you go and then all you have to do is stick the dildo in the dude! Ready?"

  "I'm dizzy," Marty said.

  "That's the point," Fred informed him and gave him a couple more twirls. Then he pushed Marty off in the right direction saying, "Keep your eyes closed. No peeking."

  Marty took a step and practically lost his balance. He tried to regain his sense of direction and start again. His friends were no help. Some of them yelled out, "More to the right," while others screamed, "No, no, a couple inches to the left." Marty forged ahead and managed to stick the dildo right into the back of the couch several feet away.

  The partygoers roared with laughter.

  "I forgot one thing," Fred explained. "If you miss, you get to spank the twink's bare ass!"

  "No fair," Danny protested.

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bsp; Marty took advantage of the new rule and promptly slapped Danny's butt, leaving an imprint of his hand. Danny wailed and yelled, "It stings now!"

  "Let me kiss it better," Marty offered. He knelt down and planted a big kiss right on the red spot. Danny loved the feeling of the moist lips soothing that stinging sensation.

  "My turn. I can do this," Doug said. "I might have stuck something in a twink's ass once or twice."

  "What?" said Fred with mock-horror.

  "Before I met you, of course," Doug added hastily.

  "Of course," Fred agreed and turned Doug around several times.

  Doug did a great job. He charged in Danny's direction. The dildo brushed the outside of Danny's left butt cheek, meaning Doug was only off by a few inches.

  "Another miss. Slap away," Fred told his boyfriend.

  Doug, ever the musician, whacked the twink's ass seven times like the classical music piece...slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...SLAP! SLAP!"

  Everybody, including the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present and Dickteaser laughed and clapped their hands at Doug's innovation.

  Ron took the dildo next. "I was a scout for many years. If I can find a hot ass in the dark on a camping trip, I'm sure I can find one with my eyes closed in this room."

  Danny grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Give it your best shot," he teased.

  Fred spun him around and sent him on his way. True to his word, Ron headed straight for the twinkhole. As soon as he felt the slightest bit of resistance, he plunged the dildo forward with all his might. He and everyone else knew he hit a bulls-eye when Danny screamed with delight. Ron wasn't satisfied to just stick the dildo in and leave it there like a butt plug. Oh no, he shoved it in and out. Then he twisted it back and forth. Not wanting to be deprived of the other fun part of the activity, he then gave the twink's smooth ass cheeks a few good swats while drilling the hole with the dildo.

  There was something about the way that Ron handled that dildo that really got to Danny. Each time Ron stopped moving his hand or slapping his bum, Danny begged for more.