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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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