All In The Family Pt. 03

Time passed.

A lot of time in fact, sheer hunger now pulling all three of us back toward planet earth. Animals need sustenance.

"Not sure you two are alive, my cock is certainly happy staying right where it is, but time to get up. I'm starving." I was playing the alarm cock. It was time. Zach--the pussy, wasn't moving. Victoria--the pussy, sat atop the pillows, leaning back against the headboard. Content. This birthday was already epic by most any standard. Epic, and complicated.

I withdrew from that gapping, dripping, pummeled pussy. Sloppy pretty. Zach noticed and began to move. Victoria looked gorgeous as-is, exhausted, with a well-eaten pussy look about her, but in seconds she could be ready to drop into any couture nightclub. In no time, both were on the move, headed to various bathrooms, bound for the kitchen and dinning room. Before they left, I cajoled, "You look perfect Victoria, I want that look. Keep it cunt. Zach, you and I will just do bathrobes. See you both in the kitchen when you're ready!" A sensitive and spot-on order, but most clearly--it was an order. Needed direction, wanted by all.

In a few minutes, we were all pulling out elements of Zach's birthday dinner. We all opted for a fresh pot of coffee. Zach had already enjoyed his long awaited birthday present, with a gender-bender as the cherry on top. When he walked in first, we hugged in a manly way, Daddy and his son. But his cock was hard and swollen from the play, I couldn't help but feel it intruding on our hug. Real nice. I reached in and grabbed it--because I could. What a cock. "I know you need release after that drama Zach, your mom and I got off real good. But you just wait. After dinner we'll take care of it. Got it?"

"Got it, Daddy! I like it hard anyway, what a feeling against my robe, out there where you and my mother can notice and play with it at will. You own it, and me!" Zach's temperament was a living dream.

"I heard that, and I need a hug from my two men!" Victoria had entered the room, and hugged me first, then on to Zach, her hand going under his robe as their lips met. "Yes Zach, you are one living Black hard-on. I'm with your Daddy. Have no doubt that we will take care of our son, it's your birthday."

So we all sat down at the dinner table, Blues playing softly, and a time for reflection. Despite the setting, we all knew we were dealing with complicated feelings, areas of great uncertainty and vulnerability. That said, all that complicated stuff seemed manageable by an obvious truth. No matter where this goes long-term, or what direction it takes, we liked and had already established a profound trust in each other. If Zach finds a new world, partly because of this life-changing last two weeks, I would wish him the best and offer my support. I feel nothing but lucky for this huge highlight in my life. I think Victoria and I are more durable as a couple, than ever. True if I move toward a more gay lifestyle, and if she also finds untapped, unknown, needs that demand expression.

There at the dinner table, no question, we each in our own way had these things tumbling around in our heads, but we were also in a moment. One we each were enjoying, with relaxed good humor and obvious respect.

"So Zach," I asked, "I know it's still a work day for you tomorrow, but it is your birthday. I'd love to hear your thoughts about the afternoon and evening so far, and what would our son would like to cap it off? You are so good at going with the flow, sometimes so dominant, God the way you took her ass! Other times a total submissive. I think you are always putting my needs first, now Victoria's needs too, so obedient. Let us serve you."

"You know dad," Zach began, "I really don't remember my mom, she left us when I was very young, and as you know my dad was older and a super dad. He did everything to be sure I'd be okay, in what for Black folks is a dangerous world. He made me study, pushed academics and tennis--you know the Arthur Ashe story. He got me into Princeton, I was real sad that he died before I graduated. He had served in the Navy, so I think I went in that direction as a kind of tribute to him. Despite all that he did, I've never really found my place, always felt like an outsider, never quite fit-in at Princeton or the Navy. Then I met you at T&C, just two weeks ago this coming Friday. Not a thought in my mind about sex that night. I never considered myself bi much less gay, but you made me feel safe somehow. Your 'Thank you for your service' felt real, sincere, caring and interested. That alone was different, I am sure that most folks there at T&C and elsewhere, just see a Black Navy man. For them, that is all they see and they don't need to look further. You looked further, engaged me in conversation, and blew my mind inviting me home for dinner. Then surprise after surprise. I didn't know where it was going to go!"

Zach looked momentarily distraught, and added, "By the end of that non-stop weekend, the Daddy-thing between us felt very real. Of course it was role-play, but it triggered real feelings. By the end of the next weekend with you Victoria, when you asked when I needed to get home, I remember saying that this felt like home. And it does."

Zach choked-up, trying to get those heart warming words out. I got up from the table and leaned over to give him a hug. "Indeed Zach, it does feel like home when you're here. I hate to ever see you leave. You are loved here, no matter where this beginning takes you, or us."

Victoria started to cry, got up and joined the hug, now a three-way hug with deep feeling. "I agree, it is a stunning development that caught us all off guard. What love, trust, and intimacy. Way more at work here than sex, but the sex too has been mind-blowing. You young man, are so special, look what a gift you have become to we 'old folks'." That last comment from Victoria brought some needed laughter. The age-wave at work here was amazing all by itself, so unlikely but so perfect.

"I need a joint real bad, and will take Atticus for a short walk," I said, "do you two want to open that birthday wine bottle?"

"Yes! Let's open that bottle and have a drink Victoria, while dad's getting loaded." Zach was wanting to transition from the emotions he was feeling, sharing that reflection on his life.

I knew Victoria would ultimately want a hit on the joint too, but she was being motherly, sharing wine with Zach at a sensitive moment. It would be a sweet and useful interlude for those two.

When I came back, they were on the couch in the living room, each with what was likely their second glass of the white wine Zach had brought for his birthday. A birthday they seemed fully in the mood to enjoy further. Giggle-talk. Some play with those prominent nipple-rings, Victoria still dressed to kill, Zach's robe open with her delicate white hand simply lying atop Zach's hard Black cock. That black pleated skirt raised, two legs in stockings pointing the way to that shaved pussy and clit-ring. All sorts of Black and white, contrasting on red leather. They were also absorbed in conversation, I heard some of it as I was walking in. It was about me!

More than just curious, I said, "Don't stop, please. I think what I caught was you Victoria, saying that you were surprised when I took Zach's ass? Do go on!"

"I was surprised," she said. "Still, as you saw I got very excited, was caught up in the moment. I loved it, and all the dirty talk, so like you Cal. But yes, I was surprised because all your fantasy talk had been about sucking cock. That, you told me about up front on the phone. I didn't know you wanted to fuck another man, or in this case fuck a sissy's cunt pussy. It was wild hot. Zach was telling me about your first encounter, and that was some scene, you sucking his cock while he was bathing and enjoying a beer. He even told me his return 'Thank you for your service' line. And I now understand that you loved his cock like no one ever had, and he called you 'Daddy' when he came. Incredible, so I had asked him if he thought you would ever agree to being on the receiving end of his Black cock. You walked in, never got an answer."

This was interesting, and I sat myself down with Atticus, in a chair facing those two on the couch. I untied my bathrobe, just to be sociable. "So Zach, how will you answer Victoria?"

"Dad!" Zach was momentarily anxious. "I know we never expected things with Victoria to go so well, it seems like there are no rules now. I'll simply say, yes Victoria, I have taken Daddy's ass and it was spectacular. For both of us, I think. Switching roles, so much trust and confidence. At one moment dominant, the next a cunt whore taking my Black cock in his sissy ass. Still we all know, as was just demonstrated in the bedroom, there is only one 'Daddy' in this house."

I laughed, good that he ended it that way, and Victoria's mock surprise said it all. We were in a high-trust, no rules drama and loving it. "Thank you both, it is a great feeling to leave you two alone and feel confident, happy about how intimate and comfortable you two look. Very pretty. So did you two plan that final birthday drama for the night, I am excited just wondering where you might really want to take it Zach?"

"May I answer that first Zach?" Victoria asked knowing the answer was already clear--between them. "I was dripping wet with Zach's story about just lying back and letting you take your time and service his cock, to the point of mutual exhaustion and a huge load. Then when you both got your wits back, doing it again, and Zach never lifting a finger. He just laid back and sipped his beer in bliss. I want to go and smoke that joint, put on my RayBan black-framed sunglasses, come out here and kneel in front of him and work for come. My only focus--what Zach, and or his cock, tell me to do. Total focused worship and Black cock adoration, ending in a major facial--or several. How does that sound now Zach?"

"Yes mother, a wonderful birthday topper, and finally a facial-invitation. Never had it, like anal, all the girl's refused it. Thank you mom," then stumbling for a moment, Zach added, "I mean if that's also okay with you dad, or is there anything else you might have had in mind?"

"I love it, especially the focus, like nothing else matters to you Victoria except serving the needs of Zach's cock. That's important," I said. "So while you're smoking that joint and getting on your RayBan's to be splashed in white come, grab me a pair of the black latex gloves and your favorite lube. Pay no attention to anything but Zach's cock, I'll be watching, and will do whatever suits me. My mind is on that butt of yours Victoria. How cool sticking out from under your black pleated skirt, knowing that butt actually took Zach's Black beast, balls to the walls. Very exciting, waiting to see Zach's first load cover your face, and blind you in your RayBans. You keep sucking, never stop, I may take your butt and hope to unload as Zach shoots a last load on your cunt face. You need to be facialized, huge. And dear Victoria, I hope you get Zach all the way down your throat tonight. Have you both got it now?"

"Got it dad!" Zach of course was first.

Then Victoria, "Got it, you are the only Daddy in this house. I'll stay focused on my worship and you take what you want." Victoria was so into the play, and truthfully, we hadn't had anal sex in a good long while. She is a changed woman this night, having survived Zach earlier. She went on, "And you bet Cal, I aim to take that Black monster all the way down my throat tonight. I'm ready!"

With that Victoria was off to our bathroom, leaving me alone with Zach, our cocks and the blues. A good little chat, I refilled his wine glass, but in no time our resident Victorian-drama reentered the living room. She looked incredible, that slicked back white hair, face all made-up, and big black RayBans. All together it screamed, I am one Black cock-worshipping cunt. She handed off the latex and lube, knelt in front of Zach who was clearly comfortable, laid back, sipping white wine with his Black cock hard as a rock and awaiting service.

The show began. Victoria the diva took hold of that beast and it became immediately clear that tonight she intended to get it down her throat, 'till Zach's giant balls smacked her chin. She was on a mission. Zach sipped wine and groaned loudly, feeling the head of his cock against the threshold of her throat. I watched her work, determined, and though I couldn't hear the sound it was clear that it had popped through by Zach's reaction. "Oh my fucking God mother, the head is in your throat. What a fucking feeling, keep going."

She was relaxed, in control, holding her breath I watched in awe as that snake disappeared inch by inch. It was a beautiful and unreal sight. Then she pushed her face into his shaved pubes, just to show us all that she had hit bottom. Then slowly she let it out, taking a breath, and said a loving hello to that giant head. His come-hole was wide open, inviting her too take her time, time for a good tongue fuck. She went deep, and Zach could barely contain himself, his body rocking and jerking from the pressure. "Oh mother, God I could unload right now, but want to wait. Focus on the head, right under the glans, love my cock you beautiful cunt. I love your cock sucking looks. The RayBans are a hit. Take your time mom!"

And boy did she. Time was suspended. I sat there just stroking my cock slowly, mesmerized by the show. She worked him good, periodically taking a breath then slamming him down her throat, then back out as if to admire her work, her service, proudly. And so it went on until Zach swallowed the rest of the wine in that glass, tossed it to the side on the red leather, and screamed, "I can't hold back, pull it out and stroke my first load straight at your face. My mother, you are a fucking cunt whore, stroke it, I'm coming!"

Zach wasn't kidding, Victoria stroked the whole length, white come blasted her face, RayBans and all. He bathed her face exactly as I had hoped, and it kept coming. Come was in her white hair, the RayBans were covered and dripping, and ropes of come went into her mouth pouring over on her chest as she gulped and swallowed. She was a woman possessed, clearly lost, proudly lost in that moment. She was face fucked, then immediately taking it down deep hoping for more. The sight was transcendent, more raw porn than ever seen, and it was my signal.

I ordered, "Keep working for more come cunt, you are beautiful. Go wild on that Black monster. Focus on it as the only thing in the world, you are a Black cock-worshipping whore." I tossed off my bathrobe, pulled my black latex gloves on, lifted that pleated black skirt and rubbed lube around and into her exposed butt. She barely noticed, she was in another world and happy to stay there. I fingered her butt deeply, two fingers then three, into a good gap. I considered a fist. My whole fist was about the size of Zach's cock head. Fisting could be fun and a major first for me with Victoria, but my cock wanted in, and in one move I felt my balls banging her clit ring. My movement pushed her face into Zach's belly, then she arched her back, pulled out and began to stroke the entire length from base to head, again aiming at her come-covered face.

Zach yelled, "Stroke it hard mom, I'm coming! Keep stroking, jack that cock into your whore face and mouth. Oh God, my mother, how beautiful!" As Zach came again and again in waves, Victoria's face was sloppy with come, her gulping and swallowing. I lost all control, and began to come deep in her violated and raped butt hole. I didn't know or think anything, my body was out of my control, I was just along for the ride. I jerked and humped Victoria's butt, as she took Zach's Black cock back in her mouth where it obviously belonged. The three of us could not have been more connected, we were as one strange perfect orgasmic being. Time stood still.

To be continued...