Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 15:34:04 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Drag-Queen Fucking Son (gay/incest, oral, anal, drag, M/m)

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                     Drag-Queen Fucking Son
                              By
                             Wolf

	My family came from a small lake community near the
Midwestern Milwaukee suburbs, population of 4, 265, almost everyone
knows each other, and there are five bars within stumbling distance from
our home.  I am an Irish-Check, with graying hair and going bald, and
married to a woman that is a mix of Mexican and Norwegian, with long
dark hair.  We have a gay son that is a six-foot blond, named Gary.

	He was returning home after dropping out of school.  His sex life
was interfering with his studies.  I had always kept my sex life from
Gary, because I didn't want to influence him.  I wanted him to discover,
his own sexual identity.  From the reports we got, he was sucking cocks
and fucking dozens of guys at a time.

	I had never revealed to him that I had some sexual issues myself.
I feared that he couldn't respect a father that was a sissy queen.  How
could a son respect a balding 50-year-old that was a five-foot eight 129
pound, blue eyed, and a drag-queen.  My wife knows about my strange
sexual appetite and accepted me for who I am.  When a drag-queen
wants to attract studs it pays to have a sexy woman along.  My wife is
48-years-old, five-foot eight too, and all of 160 pounds of curvaceous
sexual palpitation, with a nice bulbous ass.  It's worth noting at this time
that Gary was six foot tall and 180 pounds of muscles.

	When he came out about being gay, both his mother and I were
supportive, even though we both knew that his lifestyle was his to live.
His mother and I are straight to all of our neighbors and business
associates.  Only the people we have met within the "Sissy Club" know
that I am a drag-queen, and my wife is my facilitator.  She gets off
watching me play bitch for younger men.

	I had never told Gary that I have been dressing up like a woman
on and off since I was 10.  I have a terrible time maintaining an erection
when I try to fuck my wife.  It was a wonder we even had child.  I think
it was one of those times when I had been fucked by a handsome stud,
and mounted her thinking about that cock up my ass.  I do love having
her wrap those thick thighs around my head and smother me with her
wet pussy.  It is also stimulating to have her sit on my face, while
punishing my little 3-inch clit.  It does make me hard eating her brown
ass.  I just wish I could do more to please her.

	I dreaded Gary coming home, because it would be that much
harder to get away to satisfy my needs at the club.  His mother would
defer to our gay son.  I could envision a real family problem when he
learns about me.

	When Gary got home I couldn't even indulge my fantasies by
wearing my wife's panties.  I have a pair of her panties that Gary used as
a cum-rag to masturbate in as a teenager.  They are crusty and stiff, and I
like to wear them because they rub my little clit.

	It was driving me crazy wanting to get away to the "Sissy Club,"
But Gary was lying around the house moping, because of having to leave
college.  We assured him that he could enroll in the local community
college.  That didn't make him feel any better.

	One afternoon while his mother and I were out shopping, I guess
Gary was looking for a job on the internet using my computer, and he
access to the "Sissy club."

	When men started talking to him because they thought he was
me.  They addressed him as Stevie (my pseudonym).  It didn't take him
long to figure out that these men were gay and knew something about me
that he didn't.  Eventually one of the man that knew me figured out that
he was not talking to me.  When Gary told him that he was my son, the
question was if he a drag queen too.  It was a shock for him to find out
that I was a drag queen, and enjoyed servicing men while in nylons and
heels.

	Gary told the man he was not a drag queen, but he was definitely
gay!  They conspired to make a date whereby I would come to the man's
home, so that Gary could come into the room while I was being fucked
by the man.

	The next time I logged on to my computer there was a message
from a man I had dated many times, his name was Bill.  Gary had told
my wife and I that he was going to spend the weekend at the beach over
diner, so I felt safe to make a date with Bill.

	My wife and I arrived at the appointed time.  I was dressed up in
my best evening attire.  I had on a dark wig that was beyond shoulder
length, my makeup was impeccable.  I had on a form fitting black
cocktail dress, dark nylons and four inch heeled pumps.  Unseen was the
padded bra and the latex panties designed to hide my cock and balls. The
garter belt attached to my nylons.  My wife was just as decked out.

	Bill ushered us into his recreation room and insisted on making
us drinks.  He made strong drinks because he spiked them with a drug to
make both of us drunk on the one drink.  Bill cuddled up on the couch
with me, while my wife settled down in a comfortable chair affording
her a perfect view of Bill getting it on with me.

	By that time Bill has started removing my dress, and feeling me
up, while he kissed me.  I was already feeling the effects of the drug.  He
wanted me to suck his cock, which I was happy to do.  My wife was
already positioned with her legs draped over the arms of the chair.  She
didn't have panties on, and she was finger fucking her pussy.  Bill was
holding my head against his crotch so tightly that I had trouble breathing.

	I eventually felt someone pulling me up onto my knees and
pulling the back of the latex panties down enough to expose my asshole.
I assumed that Bill had a guest that wanted to fuck me.  It never dawned
on me that it was my own son.  I felt strong hands spreading my butt and
someone spitting on my asshole.  I was well aware of what was coming,
and I relaxed my asshole in anticipation of what was coming.  I felt the
knob of a cock pressing against my asshole.  My moan was muffled by
the cock in my mouth.  My head was being held so tightly that I couldn't
turn my head to get a look at the man fucking me.

	Whoever it was sure was doing a good job of it.  My wife was
sure getting off watching whoever it was fucking me.  I heard her
moaning that told me that she was getting off.

	Bill eventually shot his load of cum into my mouth.  I swallowed
his cum with pleasure.  The person fucking my ass, also suddenly pulled
my butt against his body hard, and I knew he was empting his balls in
my ass.  Whoever it was eventually pulled his cock out of my ass, and
sat back.  I felt cum dripping out of my gaping asshole.  When Bill
released my head, I sat up and turned around to see the person that had
just fucked me.

	I almost pissed in my rubber panties when I saw that it was my
own son.  I almost cried when I asked, "When did you find out about
me?"

	Gary said, "I was snooping around on your computer and found
Bill.  When he figured out that I was not you, we came up with the plan
for us to use you the way you like.  He also told me that he never
realized what a sexy looking woman I was.

	From that day on Gary made it his goal to fuck me at least once
every day.  It was made even more exciting knowing that his mother was
watching him fuck my mouth and ass daily.


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