Getting Through My Wife's Illness
by Xavier L

   This is a fictional story containing sex between a man and his preteen son.  If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or
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My wife has been dealing with cancer for quite a while. It seems to be winning now, though. She's basically living in a hospital bed in our house at this point. We rearranged the room so that I could put our bed against hers. Our 10-year-old son Corey often sleeps in the bed with me so he can be near his mom, too.
One night we were talking while he was sleeping. Things took a surprising turn.
“You know, I'm OK with you having another woman right now. You need release and intimacy,” she said.
“I am not going to cheat on you.”
“It isn't cheating if I've given permission, which I have,” she argued.
“Not happening.”
“Honey--”
“I can take care of things myself anyway,” I interjected. “I have two hands.” We both chuckled at that.
“You've also told me that a handjob just doesn't do as well.”
“Well, that was a different time.”
Lying there thinking about our sex life got me sprouting wood. Since I was sure Corey was sleeping, I decided to go ahead and take care of business. I began slowing rubbing my dick through my boxers as it grew. Soon I pulled it through the fly and stroked it casually.
After a bit, she said: “And there you go. Trying to prove me wrong?”
“You know it.”
“Hold my hand while you do it so it's like I'm there.” 
I took hold of her hand and concentrated on her. Just as I started to get into it, I felt a smaller hand on my meat which made me jump.
“Corey, what the fuck!” I said as soon as I realized whose hand was stroking me.
“Shhh, Jeff. It's OK. He wants to help,” said my wife.
“What?!”
“He wants to help you relax and feel better.”
“You two have discussed this?” I asked stunned.
As she answered yes, I felt my boy's lips sliding over the tip of my dick.
“Corey, stop!” I said nervously. He responded by taking more of me into his mouth.
“Darla--”
“Shhh, honey. Let him help you.”
“This is not okay!” I argued while my son began blowing me.
“He's your son so it isn't cheating.”
I had a hard time with this logic, but it was also difficult to fully concentrate while my cock was being sucked on.
Just as I took hold of his head to try and push him away, he went down even farther.
“Fuck,” I hissed out loud.
“He's been practicing on a banana,” she advised. After a couple of minutes, she told him to pull my boxers off. As my boy did this, she reported that she told him how I enjoy having my balls sucked on, too. Sure enough as soon I was naked, he was moving between my legs. I couldn't control myself, and my legs reflexively spread apart for him. 
I lightly gripped his head as he began working my nuts. I spread my legs even farther apart and found my resistance rapidly fading. Soon my rod was back in his mouth.
“This. This is so wrong,” I said despite my lust building.
“Family takes care of each other.”
Soon my son's lips were sucking on the soft skin near my belly. He licked his way up to one of my nipples and began sucking on that. “You tell him all of my secrets?” I asked her.
“Just the ones I knew you'd enjoy the most.”
As his lips moved to my neck, I felt him reach behind himself and grab hold of my dick. My toes curled as he sucked on my neck, and I didn't notice he was moving a bit backward until I felt my cock entering a tight hole.
“What are you doing?” I asked stunned. The fingers of my free hand dug into the sheets as he started moving backward more. “Corey!”
“You and I made him. Part of me is in him. So while you're inside him, it's like you're with me,” she said consolingly.
I could feel my boy's ass slowly swallowing my meat.
“You should stop, son.”
He sat down on it more and started moving himself up and down slowly. “It feels good, Daddy. I like your cock.”
My head quickly turned toward my wife. “You teach him that, too?”
“Of course.”
With my son riding me, my body quickly overruled my brain. Soon my hips were moving up and down. I slid my hand up his skinny, smooth leg. I cupped his small ass as he took more of me inside him. I was lost to my lust now and relaxed as my boy fucked himself with my dick. 
“I love you so much, Corey!” I said as he picked up speed.
“I love you, too, Daddy.” A bit later I felt him sitting on my lap, my cock buried inside him. I rubbed his naked body as he moved up and down.
Soon the bedroom light turned on. “I want to watch my two loves be together.”
I gazed at my naked son as he worked my dick. I saw his little wood and the look of pleasure on his face.
“Kiss,” I heard her say.
Without thinking I pulled my son down to me. As soon as our lips touched, his mouth opened. I thrust my tongue inside and kissed him passionately. My hips struggled to fuck him even harder.
After kissing, his hands rested on my chest as he propped himself up. I took hold of his butt cheeks while I increased my speed.
“Oh yes, Daddy!”
That was it. “Get off,” I said.
“I'm not stopping until you cum. Mommy says.”
“Oh I'm still going to fuck you, little one. I just want to be on top.” I saw him look to his mother for guidance, and she nodded yes.
He lay down next to me on his tummy, and I wasted no time in flipping over and getting on top of him. I replaced my cock in his hole, and I looked at my wife as I reentered our boy. She smiled at me, and I kept our gaze locked as my meat burrowed into his ass.
I began slowly humping my son. “Daddy,” he sighed with ecstasy as my dick slid back and forth in his hole.
I took hold of his hands, and our fingers intertwined as I began pumping him harder.
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me!” I felt his butt raise up a bit and push against me. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under him. I planted my hands on the mattress near his sides and began plowing his hole.
Soon his body was rocking as the bed bounced. I could hear our bodies making a slapping noise as he moaned loudly. I wanted to make this last a lot longer, but his virgin hole was so fucking tight I was going to cum soon. 
“Give it to me, Daddy!” he cried out, and I picked up speed.
I rammed into him as if he wasn't my little boy, and he took it like a stud. I didn't last much longer before my cock exploded inside him. I collapsed against him as my dick repeatedly twitched in his hole.
“You're fucking amazing,” I told him. 
As I started to roll off him, he grabbed onto me. “No, don't take it out yet.”
I grabbed onto him and said “Roll with me” as we moved onto our side. I kept my still-twitching dick inside his ass as we lay together. I rubbed his bare, thin body. When I got to his hard-on, I gently stroked his dick a few times. Darla's hand reached out for mine, and we gripped hands. Corey put his hand on top of ours, and somehow it felt like everything was all right in the world. She turned the light off, and sleep quickly took me over.

In the morning when I awoke, I got up and peed. As I crawled back into bed, I noticed Corey's naked body. “So it wasn't a dream,” I thought. He was on his side, so I moved up against him and cuddled him tightly. My dick started getting hard, so I decided it was time to get out of bed.
I went into the kitchen, got some breakfast together, and made some coffee. When I was almost finished eating, Corey appeared. “Well, good morning, Sport,” I greeted him. He was still naked and moved to sit on my lap. I pushed the chair away from the table to accommodate him. “How'd you sleep?”
“Good,” he replied while rubbing his eyes. He lay against me, and I held him while I finished eating. Once I was done, I suggested we move to the couch. We walked together to the living room, and he sat down in my usual spot. I stopped in front of him. “Hey, that's my seat. What's the big idea?” I teased.
He smiled at me, and I watched as his fingers moved to my pajama bottoms. As he undid the strings, my dick began stiffening. After tugging them down and exposing my growing meat, he looked up at me and grinned. I smiled back and watched his mouth open as his head moved toward my body.
My instant reaction was to stop him. He is my son after all. The feeling of his moist mouth quickly put that out of my head, though. I watched his brown eyes and his black hair move back and forth as he rapidly made me rock hard.
“This going to be a habit?” I asked. He nodded his head. “Good,” I said and stroked his cheek.
Soon he pulled away, and I watched as he lay down on the couch. Once he was stretched out flat, he reached behind himself and pulled his butt cheeks apart.
Staring at his small, young body I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but of course that didn't stop me from kicking off my pants and joining him on the couch. I rubbed his bare back side. The silkiness of his skin drew me to him. The size of his body compared to mine did something to me as well. I leaned down and kissed his butt.
“I want to feel you inside me again, Daddy.”
I moved into position and guided my cock into his hole. As soon as I entered him, fire swept throughout my body. I leaned down and gently kissed him. Our tongues met and slowly explored each other's mouth while my meat slowly buried itself in his welcoming ass.
As our bodies joined, I felt more love for him than I ever had. Well, a different kind of love. We weren't just father and son in this moment. His reaction when I began humping him wasn't just out of obligation. He wanted me on a different level.
His little, skinny, bare body beneath mine spoke of total surrender. He was giving himself to me entirely. Every last bit. Our joined bodies warmed up together. As I slowly moved my stiff meat back and forth, his face showed total pleasure and joy.
I wanted to watch this more, so I had him get on his knees while I straightened out more. I stared at his perfect, tiny ass while I moved my hips backward. I watched my hard cock slowly pull out of his hole. While the tip was still in, I stopped and began sliding it back in. I saw his butt accept my meat. I slid it in until our bodies were pressed together. I held onto his hips so I could bury every possible inch inside him. Then I repeated this a few more times.
I repositioned him so I could sit down. I had him straddle my legs while he was facing me, and I held onto my dick as he sat back down on it. We kissed passionately as his bum rested against my thighs. I ran my hands up and down his bare back and butt. Occasionally I ran my fingers through his dark hair as we kissed.
At one point I had him sit a bit more backward. I gazed into his eyes. He was my world, my everything.
I guided him back onto his stomach. Once the tip of my cock was back in his hole, I rammed my whole rod into him. He moaned loudly, and I drew it back and repeated this. “Daddy!” he cried in ecstasy. I did this a few more times before leaving my meat jammed deep inside him. While I lay against his hot body, I slowly moved my hips in a circular pattern a few times before going back to fucking him.
Soon the slapping noise returned. This time I was intent on edging, though. When I could feel the tingling building, I would stop or move to languid thrusts.
“How's that thick cock feel inside you, buddy?”
“So good! I love your cock, Daddy!”
I didn't know if that was him or his mother talking, but he was believable at any rate. 
“I think we're going to need to do this often.”
“I like sucking it, too.”
“I'm happy to hear that, son.”
My orgasm was starting to build, and I didn't think edging was going to delay it anymore. So I picked up speed for a bit. Soon I pulled out and had him move around so his legs were over the edge of the couch. I knelt behind him, stuck it bad into him and returned to pounding his hole. I could hear him clawing at the sofa as I rammed my cock into him. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back as I thrust forward to plunge into him even deeper.
When I was really close, I moved him onto the arm of the couch. This meant I could stand up and be at a better angle. I grabbed onto the couch as I rammed my meat into his hole again. He was moaning which drove me on even faster, and soon I was unloading deep inside him again.
After I pulled out, he moved onto his feet. He looked at my dick and saw some of my cum dribbling from the tip. He scooped it onto his finger and tasted it. “Mommy said I would like your cum.”
“And?”
He nodded his head vigorously. “It's kind of salty.”
I looked at the clock and realized we were both running late. We hopped into the shower together and got dressed.
When I pulled up to his school, no other cars were waiting since we were late. We kissed goodbye. I was feeling a bit naughty and said “Aren't you going to kiss the general goodbye?”
“'The general'?”
“That's the name of my dick.”
“Should I kiss it through your pants?”
“No,” I said.
He undid my zipper, reached inside my underwear and removed my dick. He kissed it gently on the head. Then I felt his tongue lick it. 
“OK, better quit there.”
“But I want to suck it.”
“Not right now, buddy.”

When I got home, Corey and his mom were talking in the bedroom. He was wearing only a pair of dark shorts. I joined them and lay on the bed. “Damn it's been a long day!” I said. Corey cuddled up against me as I talked about some of the craziness of the day.
After I was done, he suggested he help me get out of my work clothes. He undid the buttons on my shirt. As I took my dress shirt off, he lifted up my wifebeater undershirt and pulled it off me. I took off my shoes when I got in the front door, so he pulled off my socks.
Once he began undoing my belt, I rubbed his bare back. By the time he was pulling off my pants, my dick was semihard. He smiled at me as he took hold of my boxers.
“I think you're about to get a nice welcome home gift,” said his mom.
“And I will gladly accept it.”
Once I was naked, he knelt by my side, and I watched him go down on me.
“He seems to like the cock that made him,” she said.
I took hold of his head and pushed it down more. He gagged a bit but readjusted his angle and was able to take more of my cock.
“Yeah, Corey, suck that dick, baby boy!”
“Someone isn't shy about this anymore.”
“Nope,” I said grinning at her as I guided my son's head.
At one point while he eagerly blew me, I stretched over so his mom and I could kiss. I can't tell you how fucking hot it was to be frenching my wife while our child worked my cock.
This unleashed something inside of me. I reached down, took hold of his shorts and yanked them off his body. I moved his naked body into a 69 position, and I took his little twig into my mouth and began sucking him.
He intensified his efforts on my blowjob, and soon he was flat on his back while I pumped my dick into his mouth. His little fingers gently massaged my balls while his other hand held onto my hip.
“Take that whole fucking cock, Corey. Make me proud!”
I moved so my body was over him, and I started pumping deeper into his throat. He held onto me tightly between occasional gags. I worked his small dick with my tongue while I sucked on him.
Soon his dick was twitching in my mouth. I didn't taste anything so figured he was dry cumming. His balls were tight against his body, so I licked them and used my lips on his mostly hairless sac the best I could.
I was feeling feverish. I got off the bed. I grabbed him by the arms and pulled him until his head was able to hang over the edge of the bed. I pushed my cock into his mouth and began humping his throat eagerly. He held onto the back of my legs as I shoved my meat in deeper.
“Yes, Corey! You're doing so well!” his mother praised him as she rubbed the ankle nearest her. 
This was hotter than I expected. I rubbed his chest as I continued face fucking him. As I felt closer to bursting, I placed my hands on the bed and moved my legs a bit so I could pump harder. There was an occasional gag, but he didn't seem to mind, and I certainly wasn't going to stop.
“Good boy, Corey! Make Daddy cum!” she said.
Hearing his mother cheer him on while sucking his father's dick pushed me on, and I was driving my meat in fast and deep. A few seconds later I stopped moving as my dick unloaded in his throat. With my meat buried in his throat, he didn't have any choice but to swallow, and he did so eagerly. After a bit, I moved my dick backward to make sure he could breathe. I could feel his tongue moving as he milked me of my load.
“You are fucking amazing, kid,” I said after pulling out of his mouth. He readjusted to a more comfortable position on the bed, and I leaned down and kissed him gently. “I”m the luckiest dad alive.”
“And I'm the luckiest son!”
I picked up my phone, ordered his favorite pizza, and we cuddled naked on the bed until it was almost time for our food to be delivered.
After dinner we watched a movie on the couch since Mom was sleeping. We ended up making out. It was nice just being able to steadily kiss someone like his mother and I used to be able. I guess it should've bothered me that I was doing this with my boy, but by now it just seemed natural and loving.

In the morning, we had to get up early for his soccer game. He was running around the house with just his jersey on. He couldn't find his shorts. I helped him look and found them in the laundry room. He came in wearing just his jock strap and his top. I stopped him and had him turn around so I could see his backside. Damn that strap really accentuated his cute little butt.
At the game it was actually bit difficult watching him run or standing at the sidelines waiting for his turn. I kept seeing those luscious butt cheeks and the white straps cradling them.
By the time the game and snacks were over, he smelled of sweat. It was a warm day, so I put the top of the convertible down. I'll admit the mix of his odor and the vision of him in the jock were too much for me.
As I started turning onto a road he didn't recognize, he asked me what was going on. I pulled behind an abandoned structure. I told him to get in the back seat while I made sure we were alone. I walked around the building to make sure no one else was here. There were no recent tire tracks or anything else to make it suggest this spot had become more popular. I rubbed my groin as I looked from various angles to ensure we wouldn't be seen.
When I got back to the car, he was sitting in the back seat and looked confused. I smiled at him. I grabbed his legs and swung them up onto the seat so he was lying down. I removed his shoes and socks.
“Daddy, are we--?”
“Yes, Corey. You got me all turned on when I saw you wearing your jock. Now I'm going to fuck you while you wear it.”
I covered his body with mine, and we kissed passionately. I straddled him and took hold of his jersey and pulled it off. He sat up and undid my shorts. I rubbed his hair while he freed my cock, and as soon as he saw it I could feel it sliding into his mouth.
As he blew me, I pulled off my shirt. It felt hot being exposed like this to the wrong passerby.
After a bit, I sat down so I could pull of my shorts and underwear. Then I took hold of his shorts and slowly peeled them down his slim legs. I could see a small tent where his cup sat. I reached into the pocket and pulled out the cup so I could rub his dick more easily.
I turned him over and stared at his nearly naked body. My cock twitched in anticipation. I spread his butt cheeks apart and stared at the purple hole. I leaned down and began tonguing it. He moaned while I licked and probed his ass with my tongue.
I kissed up his body, and while I pressed my hard dick between his cheeks, I asked “Do you want Daddy's dick inside you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy! Give me that cock!”
I took hold of my meat and pushed in a few inches. “How's that meat feel in your hole, son?”
“Oh gawd, Daddy! I want more. Fuck me!”
I was on fire now. I steadily fed him my rod until I was pressed against him. I even adjusted my body hoping I could get even a tiny bit more of my swollen flesh inside his hole. I started pounding his ass right away.
“Do you love my cock, Corey?”
“YES! Yes, I love it, Daddy! Unnhhhh!”
I didn't know if he was serious or just doing what his mom had taught him, but I didn't really fucking care either. This was hot, and it drove me on. Soon I was pounding him hard.
Soon I got off him and had him move to that he was leaning over the back where the convertible top was tucked in. His hips were on the edge, and his legs dangled over the seat. He grabbed onto the bar of the top. I stepped onto the seat to get a better angle, and I wasted no time in plunging my cock all the way in. He moaned loudly with pleasure, and I returned to ramming into his hole. Part of me wanted to slow down and make this last, but being in public added nervous tension.
I also felt so in charge right now. At one point I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.
“Yes, Daddy! Give it to me!”
“You fucking need that cock deep in your ass, don't you, boy?”
“Oh yes! I need your cock so bad!”
I put my hands next to his so that our pinkies touched, and I used my leg and back muscles to really plow into him hard. I gave him a hard smack on the ass which he took well.
It didn't take much longer before I was dumping my load deep within his ass again.
When I finally pulled out of him, I stretched out on the seat to catch my breath. He lay on top of me. I slid my hand into his jock and gently rubbed his small cock while we kissed.
“I love you, Daddy. I hope we never stop doing this stuff.”
“I love you, too. One day you'll want a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.”
“Nope,” he said shaking his head. “I only want your dick.”
When I decided it was time to go, we climbed out of the car. He peeled off his jock, and walked to the building naked, and we peed while standing next to each other. It was obvious everything had changed between us. 
When we got back to the car, I had him lie down on the back seat. I covered his naked body with mine, and we tongue kissed passionately. At one point I broke the kiss, and I stared into his beautiful brown eyes. I used a finger to stroke some of his dark hair from his forehead.
We really were no longer just father and son.
And as sick as that may seem, I am 100% OK with it.