Thrincest with Chad and Jason

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The spaghetti sauce needed more oregano, but the kitchen smelled great. I was trying a new, simpler recipe for the first time in years and it used twice as much garlic as the old one. Cooking gave me something to focus on and this recipe called for squeezing whole San Marzano tomatoes, which was fun, almost sexy. These whole, peeled tomatoes felt like someone’s balls and I tried to remember who. My husband came in, took a beer out of the refrigerator, and sat at the kitchen table. After last night, we’d all showered and gone to bed. Jason hadn’t tried to cuddle. This morning, we’d all gone our separate ways and this was the first time I’d be talking to Jason since whatever you call it when your husband helps his sixteen year old son fuck his mom (while masturbating). Thrincest? “Honey,” Jason said, “we should talk about you having sex with Chad.” “I’m cooking,” I answered, “and I think we should talk about you jacking off your son.” “Into your pussy!” “Shhh,” I said, “is Chad in his room?” “Yeah. With the door closed.” He poured his beer into a glass – “to release the aromas”, he told me years ago. “There’s not much to talk about with me and Chad,” I said. “It just happened a couple istanbul escort nights ago and then last night and it’s not like you ever fuck me anymore.” “Hey! We had sex just two weeks ago!” “You call that sex? I sucked you off. I had to masturbate to come.” “But I ate your damn cunt . . . “. Jason didn’t finish the sentence. “Dad! Mom!” Chad yelled from the living room. “Stop it!” I was too embarrassed to react, but Jason commanded, “Chad, come in here, please.” My son shuffled into the kitchen. He was wearing old jeans and a gray hoodie. “Why are you wearing that Zombie Outbreak hoodie?” I asked. “Why were you in the living room?” “The hoodie is so I can muffle the noise from you guys,” he replied. He held up a piece of string. “I was using the globe in the living room to try to understand this math problem about how a sextant tells you where you are.” He sat across from his dad and asked, “Can I have a sip? Dad, are you gay?” I turned off the stove, making a mental note about the oregano, and sat at the table. I took a really large gulp of Jason’s beer. “Yes, Jason, answer your son. Are you gay?” “Look, Chad,” he said, bayan escort “it’s complicated. I love your mother. I enjoy sleeping next to her. But in the past few years I’ve, well, been more attracted to men, especially younger ones. I don’t know why. It just is what it is. It doesn’t really change anything. I don’t cheat on your mom all the time or anything.” I snorted and wondered about all the time. Chad immediately responded, “So it’s OK if I have sex with mom.” “No,” Jason and I both snapped. I continued, “We’ve already done what we’ve done. And maybe it will happen again. But you should have sex with girls your own age.” “Or whomever your own age,” Jason said. “Maybe you’ve been curious about other boys?” Chad flushed red, but didn’t answer. I thought about punching Jason in the face. Not really. “How about we all have a nice dinner,” I suggested and got up to get the pasta water going. Both their heads nodded, but what Jason said was, “I think before we eat we should be clearer with Chad. Son, it’s up to your mom, but it’s fine with me if you want to have sex with her. Take some of the pressure off me, really. And I suppose escort istanbul a different pressure off you. If you’re like I was at sixteen, you’re probably masturbating more than once a day. You’re probably hard all the time. You’re probably hard now.” Chad got even redder and glanced at his lap. He squirmed in his chair. “Diane, let’s clear this up once and for all,” Jason said. He stood and the thin fabric of his slacks covered, but didn’t hide, his erection. “We’re all going to the bedroom.” I checked that all the burners were off and followed the two of them into our bedroom. I think I was mostly dazed and confused, to coin a phrase. But there was probably going to be some kind of sex. I was finally getting almost enough, even if it wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d signed up for when I got married. Jason unbuttoned his shirt and told us to take off our clothes. A minute later, with no one quite looking at anyone, we were on the bed. I was between my two men and the covers were on the floor. I saw two hard cocks and I wondered what should happen next? I like to be watched when I masturbate, and I wasn’t sure I wanted Jason in the lead here, so I started with that. Maybe the three of us would just masturbate together, one happy family. That thought lasted for five seconds. “Suck my nipple, Chad,” I said, and reached down to finger my pussy. I didn’t grab Jason’s erection. Later, I realized I hadn’t considered starting with Jason at all. “Well, shit,” Jason said, and headed for the bathroom.

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