“That’s fine, son,” I assured him. “Give me a kiss.”
He lifted his head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek, so I kissed him back.
“We’ll be back, hun,” Terri said, then they walked out the door and I flipped through channels until I found a baseball game.
In no time flat, I was out like a light. I must have been asleep for a couple hours because when I woke up, it was pitch black outside but the small lamp by the bed was on. I was roused by Terri’s familiar touch against my inner left thigh and the unmistakable sensation of a warm, wet mouth engulfing my swollen nut sack. I groaned in pleasure and relief that she’d been able to get Wyatt down for the night so we could enjoy some naughty fun.
I realized that she must have really been in the mood because she was sucking on my balls with unbridled passion while she rubbed my inner thigh. I could hear the warm, wet sounds of my ballsack being relinquished, then she asked in a loving tone, “How’s that, baby?”
“Feels so good, babe,” I told her, and she rubbed my thigh more forcefully.
“How about you, honey?” I heard her ask again, then I heard my son’s voice from the foot of the bed.
“It’s so big, mom,” he hissed, then I heard her kiss him on the cheek. “I want to swallow the whole thing.”
“Go ahead, son,” she told him, then the same warm, wet mouth that had trapped my balls was now encasing the head of my dick and I felt my midsection drop.
“Babe, is that…?” I started to ask, but she shushed me.
“Shh, let the baby have it,” she told me, then I felt her fingertips running through my pubic bush while my son moaned and swallowed my length with a soft moan.
“Oh shit, that feels so good,” I panted, then I reached down and ran my fingers through Wyatt’s hair.
“You’re loving daddy’s rod, aren’t you?” I heard my wife ask, her tone so gentle. With my dick engulfed in my son’s mouth, I felt him nod his answer, then he resumed the blow job my slowly swallowing my length over and over again while I caressed his cheek and played with his hair.
“You’re doing such a great job, Wyatt,” Terri praised him. “I can tell that this is exactly what you needed to feel better.”
“Mmhmm,” he moaned, treating himself to continuous swallows of my prick.
“Do you think having a nice big dick to suck while we’re on vacation will make everything better until we get home, sweetie?” she asked him.
This time he pulled off of my dick with a loud slurp, then he nuzzled the crown against his warm cheek and hissed, “Yes mom.”
“I’m so happy to hear that, babe,” she praised him, then I felt his warm, wet mouth slip over the end of my aching hard on and he settled back into a slow, sensual deep throating of my prick. “I can tell that daddy’s giving your throat clit a nice workout.”
He responded to this with a guttural moan that rang out between my legs, seemingly echoing off the walls of our hotel room as the tempo of his deep throating started to pickup. I could feel his lips starting to glide fluidly along the length of my shaft, starting just below the glans and running all the way down to the base. Then back up to the crown, then back down to the root, over and over again. Before I knew it, he was frantically deep throating my dick, treating himself to a rough throat fuck while my wife simultaneously rubbed his bare back and the inside of my thigh.
“I’m about to cum, babe,” I called out, feeling delirious with pleasure as my rod burned with the unmistakable signs of my impending orgasm.
“Do you want daddy to blow his load on your face, or do you want to swallow it, honey?” I heard her ask him, but our baby boy only answered with a frantic series of moans while he pulled in labored breaths through his nostrils. I could feel the air blowing through them and fluttering through my pubes, then I felt his small hands cup my boiling balls and the battle was lost.
With a long moan of my own, I gave my son’s face one last loving caress as my shaft was consumed by a searing inferno and a powerful orgasm washed over me. I could feel it spreading in all different directions, starting from my brow and moving swiftly over my face and torso. My abdomen contracted and my dick throbbed over and over again as my load spewed forth, shooting forcefully from the end of my manhood and filling my boy’s mouth. I could hear him gurgling as my pent up load filled his mouth at a relentless rate of flow. Three days worth of spunk that shot from the end of my dick like a rocket and my baby boy took it all like a little pro, swallowing it as quickly as he could so that not a drop would be wasted.
When my sperm was completely expelled, he swallowed again. I had to admire the fact that he never spit my dick out as he accepted volley after volley of my load, and yet he never wasted a single strand. When his reward was swallowed, he sensually washed my dick around in his mouth, then he pulled it out of his throat with a satisfied sigh.
“You feel better, honey?” Terri asked, and from my prone position I could see the top of his head nodding his answer as he collapsed in her arms.
“Thanks mom, I needed that so bad,” he panted as she kissed him on the cheek.
“How about if we cuddle with daddy?” Terri suggested. I watched him nod, then he moved from her arms to the spot beside me in the bed.
“Thank you buddy,” I told him, wrapping my arm around his slight frame and pulling him into my chest. “That felt so nice for daddy.”
“It felt nice for me too, dad,” he said, his voice soft and satisfied.
I could feel the outline of his boy boner pressing into my thigh. Even through his boxer briefs I could tell it was moist with precum. I wondered if he was going to beat off, but before I could give it much thought, he wrapped his skinny arms around my chest and nuzzled his head into my shoulder. I ran my fingertips through his hair and listened to his breathing slow down from a labored panting to a slow, relaxed pattern.
“I love you, Wyatt,” I told him, then I felt him kiss me on the cheek.
“I love you too, dad,” he answered me. We laid together in silence for a few moments, then he told me, “I’m gay.”
“I’m happy you shared that with me, buddy,” I said. “I take it you’ve been sucking dicks at home.”
“Yeah,” he whispered while my wife rubbed his back and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder blade. “Sorry I was such a shithead tonight.”
“It’s okay, kiddo,” I assured him. “I’m sorry I blew up at you earlier. I guess we both needed to get something out of our system.”
“It was a big load, dad,” he noted. “It felt so nice in my mouth.”
“I’ve been saving that up since we left the house,” I said. “I’m glad you got to enjoy it, son.”
“Me too,” he said with a sleepy yawn.
I reached over with my other hand and traced my thumb over his little erection, then I asked him, “Are you all set, buddy?”
“Yeah, my throat clit is all taken care of,” he said.
“How’s your bottom clit, Wyatt?” Terri asked, and he sighed.
“It’s okay for now, mom,” he said. “Mom, dad?”
“Yeah buddy?” I answered him.
“If my ass clit needs it, can I ride it tomorrow?”
“Do you think you can take it, kiddo?” I asked, and he nodded with a sleepy smile.