Dark Family Desires

“Do you think it’s normal?” I asked Pete as I snuggled up to him on the sofa, trying to find the best tact to raise a subject that embarrassed me to even think about, let alone discuss openly with my husband.

“What do you mean?” He replied as he glanced up from his newspaper and took a glug of wine, “Is what normal?”

“I tried to talk to you a few days ago, but you were rushing around so much that you didn’t have time. It’s about Fabian!” Truth be told, I had only half-heartedly tried to talk with him but bottled out before I could delve into the details. “It’s his search history, I’ve been keeping tabs on his internet usage, and I’m a little concerned about it, more over his use of porn.”

Sitting up slightly and dropping his newspaper, Pete paused for thought, fidgeting with a slight embarrassment and coyly replied. “I’m sure he wouldn’t like knowing his mum has been snooping on what gets him off! Just forget about it; he’s old enough to make his own choices about what he masturbates to.”

“Typical of you to just blank it out and ignore the problem!” I huffed in annoyance. It was always Pete’s way; as soon as there was any mention of an issue, he would bury his head in the sand and ignore it. “This really is something that we need to discuss. He’s our little boy, and I’m concerned!”

“Christ’s sake! He’s 16 and driven by hormones! Can’t you remember being his age and being constantly horny? The last thing he needs is his mom judging him for masturbating.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t finger myself at his age, but I didn’t have an obsession and certainly didn’t do it three times a day and more often on weekends!” I felt like I was the only parent at times, especially when it came to Fabian’s mental well-being.

“Three times a day? I wish I had time to do it that often! How would you know how often he jacks off in a day? What obsession, Helen?”

“As I told you, I’ve been tracking his browser history, he’s probably upstairs now, masturbating to someone sucking on a beast of a cock. He visits porn sites first thing in the morning, straight after school and then when he goes up to bed. Each time, he watches for between 10 to 12 minutes. That’s about right for a boy of his age to orgasm, isn’t it?” Before I could come onto the crux of my issue about Fabian, Pete butted in, dismissing my worries.

“I really don’t think I need to know about Fabi’s consistency, nor about how quickly he climaxes. Please, Helen, can you just let him be a teen and enjoy himself without stalking his every ejaculation!”

“But he is obsessed with blowjobs, Pete; every single video he watches is of blowjobs, women giving head, men sucking men, every video he’s watched is of various dicks being sucked till, well, you know. I don’t think it’s natural or healthy for him to be so single-minded in his curiosity of fellatio! You’re his Dad; what do you think?” I skirted my hand up his thigh and felt him flinch away in unease as I brushed across his firm, excited erection. “You seem rather awake! Is it because I said I’ve been watching the porn that our boy likes?”

He cleared his throat and shifted my hand away, “Kinda, and thinking that it might be why you’ve been so keen on giving me head of late. Indirectly, I have my son to thank for me cumming in your mouth so much recently, and I think you’ve picked up a trick or two! How long have you been stalking him and watching that video?”

“I’ve been checking each morning on Fabian’s usage after you go to work, and I have been dwelling on this since I started keeping tabs a few months ago after I caught him masturbating on his bed in front of his laptop.”

“You never told me that you busted him wanking, Helen! He must have been dismayed!” I didn't disclose to Pete that I didn’t intrude but merely watched through a crack in his door for a few moments longer than a mum should have, simply admiring my son in a frenzy of self-pleasure.

“It was nothing. I didn’t confront him; he seemed very engrossed in what he was doing, so I left him to it. I was going to talk with him when he came downstairs, but wanted to know all the details before we spoke, so I checked the routers master history so I could be better informed.” My hand scouted farther up and found Pete again, all large and firm and took hold needly to ground my growing arousal on my hubby and away from the memory of my son manhandling and pleasuring himself.

“Helen, your prying and obsession with his wanking habits is more disturbing than knowing my boy likes the idea of having his dick sucked. Honestly, there are worse things for him to be interested in! If you are so concerned, why don’t you have a chat with him?”

“I’m not obsessed with his wanking, Pete, just wanted to know more so when we confront him, we have all the details at hand. I don’t want him to get an unhealthy preoccupation. We can’t just ask him why he likes the idea of being sucked off so much!” I felt Pete enliven slightly in my clenched fist.

“We confront him?” Pete said before taking another mouthful of his shiraz. “I don’t want any part of it, and you should just let him be the horny teen boy that he is!”

As much as I could see my husband’s point on letting Fabian be, my curiosity about why blowjobs were everything to my son’s solo sex life intrigued and excited me. “But why blowjobs, Pete? Why not handjobs or regular sex?”

Pete placed his hand around mine, clamping his burgeoning shaft within my grasp. “Well, There’s something visually sensual about watching a blowjob take place, so many textures merged with the height of intimacy; it’s visually pleasing, sensual, intimate and erotic all rolled into a toe-curing sensation, so I get why he likes watching. You know I’m rather partial to watching you giving me head; I love looking at your pretty face between my legs, especially when you wear your hair in pigtails, enjoying till you make me explode!”

“And you’ve always said that you would like to watch me suck someone else off!” I replied with a teasing squeeze on him, “You’ve always been quite vocal about how the idea turns you on after you’ve had a few glasses of wine!” I spread his dressing gown to expose his giant, stiff cock, obviously excited about the conversation and warmed by my coddle.

“Just being open about my fantasy, think it’s only fair that you know what runs through my head when I masturbate. But you’ve said that you could never see yourself doing that, Helen, but the idea really does something to me on a deep level!”

Tensing my hand with a promise, I delved into his fantasy, " How do you picture me doing it, darling? What runs through your mind when you get yourself off thinking about me sucking on another man?"

Curiously, his dark eyes gazed into mine as a slight twitch expanded my clasp, "Just how much another man would enjoy you, and how happy they would be having an orgasm like that, yet knowing I'm the only one who has ever had sex with you, my very innocent girl being extra kinky and doing something outside of your limits for my pleasure!"

I loved how he opened up about his motivation; I had never asked before and always shot the idea down as soon as he raised it. I was that innocent girl, and no kinks had ever interested me until a few months ago. "Would you not be jealous? Or think any the less of me? I mean, if I knew you had gone down on another woman, I would be heartbroken!"

I could feel his excitement grow as his hand guided mine in slow, steady strokes against his burgeoning shaft, "I wouldn't do that to you, Helen, but if you did ever want me to do anything extra naughty for you, to please your darkest fetish, you know I would! But you've always said it's off of the table. Your pureness and innocence drive me wild in the bedroom, especially since you have naughty ideas!"

Feeling myself blush with excited trepidation, I allowed my innocence to venture into my darkest desire. “I guess I’ve never known anyone else worthy to have in my mouth!” I replied as I disrobed and dismounted the sofa, and nestled myself on my knees between his thighs. “No one I love as much as you and no one as deserving to come on my tongue.”

Pete’s steely pleasure throbbed as I ran my tongue over his crimson tip, regretting that I hadn't put my hair into pigtails for him. “Can you think of anyone who fits that criteria and would appreciate me sucking on them? Someone very much into blowjobs, someone we always strive to make happy in any way we can? Pete, I know someone I would like to give this gift to.”