Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2016 13:32:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Speedo

The Speedo, a Short Story

Bisexual Incest - Adult/Youth
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My son, Tom, is a natural athlete. Tall for his age, and slim.  He has a
sleekness about him with a tan complexion and dirty blond hair worn longish
that makes everyone take a second look. There is a running debate between
my dad and my father-in-law about whether Tom will be a basketball player,
or a wide receiver. My husband insists his son is going to be one of the
great players in either tennis or golf.  All I know is that women of all
ages adore Tom, and he drinks half a gallon of milk every day.

One day Tom came home from school and said he had been invited to join the
swim team.  According to his coach, Tom had natural ability and could
compete for a college scholarship. His coach thought him to be that good.
Little did I know of the growing friendship between Tom and his coach. Tom
and his coach were close since Tom spent so much of the time around the
coach. In addition to sports, the coach was Tom physical science teacher,
and had Tom in his homeroom.  Tom said it was because the coach wanted to
keep an eye on Tom.  Well, now I know the coach's eyes were looking at Tom
in the nude every day.

Tom worked out before school, then showered. After school he had practice
and then another shower. I never put two and two together, and just assumed
Tom was doing what every other boy in school was doing. The fact that this
coach was always around Tom when Tom showered did not even occur to me.
And frankly, even if it had, I would that concluded the coach was around
all the boys. But things turned out to be different. Later, much later, I
found out they were alone most of the time.

Buying Speedos is something I will never forget. We were at the store where
he was trying on Speedos and when I asked him through the door of the
dressing room how they fit he replied they fit tight, but the next size up
was lose around the legs.  The store clerk said Speedos are supported to be
tight and asked Tom to step out. I was shocked to see Tom in speedos. I had
often seen Tom in briefs around the house; but the Speedo showed
everything.  It was as if Tom's body between where his stomach ended and
his legs began had been painted white. And not only did the material not
cover much, there was a lot to Tom that needed covering. Tom was so well
endowed, and it showed in his Speedos. His cock was visible, even down to
the vein that ran along the back of his dick. His nuts looked like to large
apricots, I mean clearly delineated in his ball sack, and the shaft which
was thicker than a fat carrot started down low from between his between his
legs and ran across the body towards his hip. You would also make out the
two halves of a very big head. I was embarrassed to see him in his Speedos,
especially when I realized it looked like he had an erection, but he
didn't. The clerk said perfect and I knew she meant the Speedos fit, but I
thought Tom looked perfect in his tight Speedo.

I could not get the image of Tom in his Speedo out of my head. And then
when his dad came home Tom came down stairs wearing only his Speedo; not
even a tee. He wanted to show his dad how he looked in them, I of course
needed no reminder. As he walked away from us his dad whispered to me the
boy is going to be very popular with the girls when he gets to high
school. I heard what my husband said but it took a second to register as I
was watching Tom's ass. It was the most beautiful ass I have ever seen,
male or female.  That night I jumped my husband and rode him to an
incredible multiple climax and nearly died when my husband said that maybe
he should wear Speedos. I couldn't face him the next morning knowing my
husband had guessed I was thinking about Tom when we had sex. As he was
leaving for work he told me to enjoy my finger.  Horror of horrors, he
guessed I was planning to masturbate thinking of our son.

Tom spent a lot of time as school so the image of Tom in his speedos
started to vanish, and I was down to only masturbating once a day. His
coach would pick him up at 7AM for morning practice, and drop him off at
7PM after his after school practice. I never, ever imagined what was going
on between them. And then Saturday morning I took Tom to his first
inter-squad swim meet and saw him in a wet Speedo. The Speedo had shown
everything, but wet it became transparent. All the Speedos were like Tom's,
but no other boy was like Tom. Tom was for all intents and purposes nude in
public. When I got home I was not sure whether to talk to my husband about
this first, of fuck my husband first.  I was so horny.

Sunday Tom was home and he kept smiling at me. It was like we had some
unspoken secret between us. He said he wanted to go buy another pair of
Speedos because he hated getting into a wet suit, and then smiled at me. I
did not understand. When we got to the store I gave Tom some money and told
him to go in and buy the exact same size as before. He smiled and asked
don't you want to see me in them.  I know I blushed because I felt the
blood rush to my face.  I could not speak so I just shook my head
no. However, there was no escape when we got home.

My husband had gone golfing so we were alone.  I reading when Tom walked
into my room wearing his speedo; not even a tee shirt.  He stood right in
front of me, so close his crotch was in my face. He said he wanted to show
me what the new speedo looked like and I told him it was exactly like his
first pair. He asked me if that meant that I liked these two, and when I
looked up to make eye contact he took a half step forward. A half step was
all he could take otherwise his cock would have been pressed tightly
against my mouth. I looked back to his cock and it was right there. Just
sticking my tongue would have touch it.  I looked back up at him and I
could feel my eyes tear up.  He put his hand on the back of my head and I
pulled me to him.  I guess he instinctively knew I needed a little
encouragement.

I let him. I did not fight. I did not pull back. I did not resist in any
way. In fact, I rubbed my own face against his crotch and then opened my
mouth and blew hot air on his balls. I sucked his balls right through the
material of his Speedo and then gently bit the entire length of his
cock. It grew.  It grew in length. It grew in thickness. By the time I got
to his cock head his cock had pushed the material away from his body so
that the head was poking out. I licked the head and it seemed to come
towards me. I reached in and grabbed his cock and as I did so he pulled his
speedo down. His cock flopped at me and hit me in the face.  It was a solid
slap, and I love it. He had pulled his speedos down to his knees and I went
to work on his cock and balls.  But, to do so I had to open my mouth
wide. Even his father cock was not as thick as Tom's.

He let me suck on his cock and balls for a while, then he put both hand on
the back of my head and started to pump his hips.  I kept sucking and he
kept pushing and soon he told me to open wider.  I felt his hands tighten
on my head and he told me to just open my mouth.  I could feel him hitting
the back of my mouth, and then the big head pushed into my throat.  I was
not ready for that and gagged.  I tried to come off his cock but he did not
let me. He actually picked up the pace and as he face fucked me he put one
hand on my neck and said he could feel his cock in my throat through the
skin. I could absolutely feel his cock down my throat.

He said I'm coming. Swallow. Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Fuck. Holy shit.
He stopped pumping into my mouth and was breathing very hard. He told me to
jack his cock a bit and suck him so that I would drain his balls. Finally,
he took his cock out of my mouth, cleaned the head on my cheek, patted my
head and said that was great for a first time. You are going to be doing
that a lot.  I realized my son knew about blowjobs and assumed some girl or
girls at school were going down on him. At his 8th grade orientation we
were told middle schoolers start exploring their sexuality, and it was
obvious Tom had.  As he pulled up his Speedo I asked him where he had
learned about oral sex and he smiled. He said his coach was a great teacher
and he just did to me what his coach did to him. As if that was not
shocking enough he then said "Wait, till I fuck you in the ass".