Concerned - Sex Stories

Concerned

... red my wife giggled a little and ran her fingers gently arcoss my face. "Sweetie, you're letting yourself get all worked up. This is really bothering you, isen't it?" She asked almost gloatingly. "I just feel I have a right to know!" I stated. "No, you don't have a right to know. Darling, I love you, but your a father and a husband, and have no place in mother-son relationship. What takes place when your not in this home is niether your business nor your concern. If the mother and son in this home are fucking, then you'll be no different than any other unsuspecting father and will never know about it." She said. She gave me a light peck on the lips and smiled warmly. "You're tired and you have a full day tomarrow. Get some sl**p, love." She said. That night, I could hardly sl**p. The next morning I woke up like all the others and Susan fixed me breakfast and ushered me to the door. She wore a flimsy silk robe which hug her big boobs beautifully. I saw Seth come down the stairs in his boxers and head for the couch. "He's up early." I said. "Yeah, I told him he could help mom paint her toe-nails and do her dirty laundry." She said with a grin. My stomach sunk. "So what else are you two up to today?" I inquired suspiciously. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find things to keep ourselves occupied." She answered, smiling from ear to ear. "You better go, dear, you'll be late." She finished. I walked out the door only to have it slammed behind me. As I walked to my car I listened to my wife ...

... lock the inside latches and wondered to myself what type of world she had created for Seth when I wasn't around. Alarmingly, I felt my own cock stiffen within my pants. Damn, I knew I should have been more of a momma's boy! All day long I couldn't focus on my work. My mind was burning with a question I never thought I would have to ask myself. Are my wife and 18 year old son fucking? Finally, about noon-time I picked up the phone so I could call home to get some indication of what they were doing with their day. It rang and rang and finally, my wife answered. "H...Hello..." She said. I could tell she was panting, out of breath. "Hi honey, it's just me." I said. There was a peculiar repetative sound in the background, like skin slapping against skin. "Sweetie, I...I can't--" She took a sharp breath. Her voice seemed to quiver. "I can't talk right now, call me back later." CLICK!!! She hung up on me. My stomach went into my legs as a sick feeling passed through me. I never dreamed my wife would have an affair, especially with our own teenaged son. Could it be so? I left work early that day. I wanted to do more investigating. I had to be sure. I drove down the street only to see my wife and son pulling out of the driveway in her mini-van. I followed them to the mall on the other side of town. Secretly, I snuck inside the mall entrance behind them. I was shocked to find them hand in hand, like two lovers out shopping. My wifes behavior was like that of a horny teenaged girl. I ...