Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. If this is your first visit, scroll down to chapter one. You will enjoy the story best that way. 

Chapter Five

Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. If this is your first visit, scroll down to chapter one. It is important to read the story in order.

Further Warning: This chapter contains a scene of male/male sex. If that is troubling for you, I suggest you begin this chapter at Part two: Lisa 

 A Family Man

Chapter Four

Part One: Jim

As I laid back on the bed, my 7" cock straining to reach the ceiling, I admit to being very nervous. Lisa and I had talked a little, and that had helped, but the very idea of being naked on the bed, with my kids joining us, made me feel a little anxious. After all, the three of them had been doing this for years, and this was my first time. What if I did something wrong? What if they didn't really like me? Admittedly, the only thing that I didn't seem to worry about was the fact that this was incest. This was family, and I was okay with that.
The truth is that Lisa has always been way smarter than me. She has always taken charge of things, and, truthfully, I have always been glad of that fact. I have always felt, with her, that I got the best of the deal. I trust her, and have never once forgotten to feel how lucky I am to be with her.
I was aroused from my thoughts by the sound of feet running up the stairs, followed by two kids bursting through the door and nose-diving onto the bed. Lisa stood at the door, watching me, and shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "Kids! What are you going to do?"
Looking at my wife standing there smiling, feeling my kids settle in beside me, I broke out into the biggest grin of my life! I felt like the luckiest guy alive, and I couldn't imagine a person on this planet who could have convinced me otherwise!
Snuggling into my chest, Terri asked, "Can I touch it daddy?".
I looked at my sweet girl, more tomboy than women, her head tilted up to see my eyes.
"Um, are you sure that's what you really want to do?', I asked.
Rob, sitting cross legged on the bed on the other side of me, piped up, "I'm pretty sure that's what she wants all right".
I just looked down at her and nodded my head yes.
Her slender hand reached down, wrapping around the base of my pole. Scooting up to give herself more freedom of movement, her other hand cradled and played with my balls. Lisa sat on the edge of the bed watching; a look of rapt attention as she watched my daughter touching me.
"Dad?", Rob managed in a strangely husky voice, "Can I touch you too?"
Surprised, I glanced first at my wife (another shrug) then over to Rob. He looked scared and vulnerable. It dawned on me that I had yet to really look at him. He was slight, like his sister, pretty, more than handsome, and looked years younger than his age. His cock was fattish like mine, but smaller and somehow less mannish. I realized that I had never thought of another male before. The idea was certainly strange. But, looking at him, it suddenly struck me, that I had never really seen him as him, just as my son, in whom I was proud of course, but not, fully, as a person in his own right. Seeing his anxiety, my heart went out to him. "Why should I love him less than my daughter", I thought. Overcome by love and compassion, I did something I would have never thought possible; I reached out, wrapped my arm around his slender frame, pulled him toward me, and kissed his mouth. Half lying on me, I could feel his young cock trailing pre-cum along my belly. His mouth opened and our tongues began to touch, taste and explore. I realized that Terri had stopped touching me, shocked still by the scene unfolding before her. I was open. I had never felt like this. With one hand stroking his back, then ass, my other reached between us to touch and hold my first cock. My own cock was rubbing against his soft, girlish body; my own pre-cum leaving a trail on his soft thighs. Our kisses became increasingly passionate. I could feel his young cock throbbing in my hand. Terri was on her knees, watching and rubbing her slit with an intense singularity. Lisa had moved up to position herself behind Rob, and was holding his cheeks apart, in order to tongue his young ass bud. Suddenly his hand was on my aching dick, Terri reaching over to squeeze my balls. God knows that I was not going to last. "Oh, Robbie", I moaned, my cock sliding up and down his pre-cum slicked thigh. From the throbbing and pulsing in my hand, it was obvious that Rob was about to let go as well.
"Wait dad", he whispered, disengaging from our kiss. He straddled me, one hand behind him holding my cock. Rising up on his knees, and to the amazement of everyone, he began to lower himself, guiding my cock to rest against his butt hole.
"it's okay dad", he said with gentleness, seeing the look of shock on my face.
With that he began to push his hole against the head of my cock. Holding my cock firmly and guiding it, he began to do little bounces up and down, each bounce bringing me closer to entering him. And then it happened, the head of my cock, slipped into him. My cock was in my beautiful son's ass! I thought that he would cry out, move off, but instead he wriggled his hips to bring me deeper in. He just wriggled and pushed until he had taken me all in and his ass was resting against my balls. His beautiful young cock was literally jumping in my hand. Taking my hand away, I brought my palm to my mouth, spit, and returning to his rock hard dick, slid my hand over his throbbing plum of a cock head. Throwing his head back, his cock began to spurt; long strings of cum shooting up. As he came, his ass contracted squeezing my aching cock until, I too, began to come, filling his pretty ass with my pent-up juices. The sight of his young cock shooting out his precious come, covering my chest, even one burst landing on my cheek, coupled with the feel of his sweet ass contracting with each burst, milking my cock, brought me to the most powerful and overwhelming climax of my life. On an impulse, I brought my finger to a spot of his cum, scooped it up, and put it into my mouth to taste. Groaning with ecstasy, I pulled Rob down to me, kissing his sweet young lips. I reached my hands down to move his ass off of my cock, but Rob pushed my hands away.
"Just stay inside me a while longer dad", he whispered looking deep into my eyes.

Part Two: Lisa

I was stunned! Of all of the possible ways I could have envisioned this evening turning out, seeing my son's ass impaled on his dad's cock was not in the mix.
Mumbling that they needed to get cleaned up, Jim and Robbie, got off the bed and headed to the shower, leaving Terri and I sitting on the bed staring at each other in shock.
"Holy shit, mom", Terri exclaimed, finally breaking the silence, "Is dad gay?".
As much as I had taught the kids that sex was natural, and despite all the taboos we had broken, I was truly shocked. My mind was racing with a thousand questions, and my stomach was doing flips. Maybe Jim had been a closet gay all of these years. Sure, he fucked me when he was home, but rarely was he passionate; perhaps, I thought panicking, just doing his duty? Logically, I could see how I was being hypocritical, after all, Terri and I got each other off all the time. But it was different for guys. Wasn't it? My head was spinning and I needed to think. Weirdly too, for the first time in years, I felt like covering up.
I compromised, grabbing a robe from the closet, I put it on, but left it untied and open in front. Seeing this, Terri looked even more confused than before.
"It's no big deal honey. I'm going downstairs for a bit and I feel chilly".
Mutely, Terri nodded; my explanation doing nothing to convince her. She looked so young and vulnerable, looking to me for assurances. But, for once, I had none to give. I just needed to get out of this room and look after myself.
Passing through the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of wine. In the den, I huddled into the corner of the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest for comfort. I found myself staring blankly at a framed family picture on the shelf over the TV. The kids had been eight or nine, and we had been visiting my folks. I could almost hear their excited shrieks as they ran chasing after the chickens; so happy and innocent. I felt tears begin to well up as wondered what I had done to my family. Maybe, taboos are there for a reason. Had I ruined my kids for my own twisted pleasures?
I was startled back to the present, by the realization that someone was standing in the doorway, watching me.
"Mom?", Robbie quietly said, more as a question than a greeting.

Part Three: Rob

When dad I returned from our shower, the bedroom was empty. Dad looked stricken. There was something going on here, something that everyone else but me seemed to understand. I sat on the bed feeling confused, and even a little frightened. Dad headed off in the direction of Terri's room, then returned moments later.
"Rob, Terri seems upset. I'm going to talk to her. She says that mom is downstairs. Why don't you go down and see what's up?".
I looked up at my dad, so strong and big, but his face looking worried like a little kid's. Had I done something wrong? I know mom had had us to agree to the no fucking rule, but that had just been about babies, hadn't it? To tell the truth, I don't even know what had made me want to put his cock in me in the first place. It was weird. One the one hand it had hurt like hell. On the other, it felt like nothing I could ever imagined. When I had cum, I had felt my ass clenching against his cock, milking it. I had felt his cum travel the length of his penis, and felt him shoot, again and again, deep into me. As much as it had hurt, it had been heaven.
In the shower, dad had been so nice, washing me gently, even kneeling down to kiss the head of my penis. He had let me wash him in turn. It felt unbelievable, us two alone in the shower, his rock-hard body up against mine. He let me soap and wash his soft cock, his balls, and even the crack of his ass. I thought I would melt from the pleasure.
Now, he we were, and something was wrong.
When I got to the den, mom was wearing a robe, huddled in the corner of the sofa, legs drawn up to her chest. Her face was turned away, but she was making small sobbing sounds.
"Mom?", I softly called out to her.
As she turned her face toward where I stood, I could see she'd been crying.
"Mom!", I cried out, alarmed, and rushing to her side, "What's wrong?".
"Oh, my sweet boy", she managed as another tear fell from her cheek.
I don't mind admitting that I was feeling scared and a little lost.
"Mom! Please tell me what is going on", I begged, tears beginning to come to my eyes as well.
I tried to snuggle up to her; glad that my perpetual hard-on was a soft three inches instead. Mom gently pushed me back and away from her. She was looking questioning into my face, as if the answer she sought was present there, if only she could read it.
"Did I do something wrong, mom", I sniffled. And with that I began to cry in earnest.
My tears seemed to break the spell that had come over her. She reached to me, pulling me into her. Mom's flannel robe had fallen open, and my head soon found the warmth and comfort of the soft plumpness of her breasts.
We lay like that a while; me cradled into the softness of her body, she stroking my head and back. Mom made soft soothing noises like you might to calm a baby (I have to admit that it still worked at 18), then, after a time, reaching down, she guided her nipple to my mouth, where I suckled in pure peace. My erection was back, but neither of us took much notice, preferring just to let things be as they were. Every time I sucked in her nipple and tit, a warmth filled my belly. I could sense that everything was going to be alright.
"Mom", I said, contentedly disengaging from her breast, and feeling a world of better, "My butt hole hurts".
For a moment, there was a stillness, a sudden tension, then we both broke out laughing.

Part Four: Terri

I was sitting, cross-legged, on my bed, looking out my window, when I sensed my daddy enter. As I continued to gaze out, into the back yard, and the trees behind it, I could feel dad sitting down on the corner of my single bed. A long, comfortable, silence ensued, until still looking away, I asked, "Dad, are you gay?"
I shifted my position to be able to look at him. He seemed to be giving my question some serious thought.
"I don't think so", he finally replied, "But, then again, I have never been with anyone except your mom; that is at least until tonight. In fact", he continued, "you are only the second naked woman I have ever been in the same room as. "Truth is that I just wouldn't know".
"Do you think that I am pretty, daddy?"
"The prettiest!", he declared.
"Nah, I don't mean daughter pretty. Do you think that I am attractive? You know, sexy".
One of the things I love most about my dad is that he always takes you seriously, takes his time to think things through, then answers the best he can.
By now we were facing each other, and only a foot apart, he, on the end of my bed, and me, cross-legged my exposed muff in plain view. Dad took a long while to look me over. He took in my pig tails, my boyish torso, my small breasts, my unkept feet, my skinny legs, and, finally, his gaze came to rest on my mound and pussy. Although I enjoyed him looking at me, I felt nervous. I wanted him to like me, but what if he just saw me as his kid?
Dropping his eyes down to the floor, he just nodded, up and down. As if to bear witness to the truth of what he had indicted, I noticed his penis had begun to plump out; not enough for an erection, but enough to remind me of how massive he really was. Everything about dad is oversize; his arms and chest, his heart, and his beautiful cock.
"I'm so happy, daddy", I said flinging myself at him, "I was worried that you only liked Robbie".
"Whoa, kid, take it easy", he said playfully pushing me back. "Let's just talk for a bit".
"Hmm, want to play hard to get", I thought. "We'll see about that!".
I scooted back from him until I was sitting as far away from dad as I could; my back against the headboard. I brought my legs up, bent at the knees, feet planted on the mattress, and allowed my knees to fall away from each other; affording daddy the best view of my moist slit possible, all the while feigning a casual indifference. I pretended that I was not noticing his beautiful cock stiffening, then straining. As we chatted about god knows what (I wasn't really listening), I let my hand wander down to my twat and began playing with my slit and clit. All the while I kept chatting, acting as if I were absentmindedly touching myself without being aware of it. The conversation began to trail off as daddy's attention became drawn into sharp focus.
Pretense forgotten, I began to slip first one, then two fingers inside of me, all the while staring directly into his glazing eyes. Moving in for the kill, I leaned back, raising my butt. With my free hand, I held one ass cheek open, while my other hand, frigged and fingered in an ever-mounting fury. Sliding my pussy juice slicked finger from my cunny to my crack, I began gently working the end of a finger into my pink butt hole.
"Is my ass as nice as Robbie's?", I taunted him.
And despite the fact that I was not sure that I would like it at all, "Would you like to put your cock in my ass too?".
Dad's eyes were wide in shock, and his hand was slowly pumping his pole. I was not only turning my daddy on, but he was powerless in my hands. Having an idea, and loving the sense of power I had over him, I suddenly stopped, removed fingers from my holes, jumped off the bed, and innocently suggested that we should head downstairs to see how mom and Rob were doing. Dad just sat there like a statue. As I passed him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, then slowly raised the fingers of my right hand and trailed them along under his nostrils, forcing him to breathe in the scent of my sex.
"See you downstairs", I called, as I slipped out the door.
Dad just groaned.

Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. If this is your first visit, scroll down to chapter one. It is important to read the story in order.

Chapter Three

Part One: Terri

I had never been so nervous in my life as when we heard dad's truck coming up the driveway. Mom, Rob, and I, all looked at each other. Rob gave us a thumbs up, and that helped. As we heard dad come in, mom called out to him that we were out back, and that he had better not have forgotten the steaks. Rob had made sure that the barbecue was all fired up, and mom and me had spent the afternoon making a real German potato salad, my dad's favorite. There was a pitcher of sangria on the table for us (our second of the day, were truth to be told), and an ice bucket full of Dos Equis, my dad's favorite beer. We had even put up colorful paper lanterns. It all looked perfect.
Dad sounded cheerful as he came down the hall. "I may be getting old, but I'd never forget the steaks".
Opening the patio sliders, he stepped out, and immediately came to a dead halt.
"Daddy", I squealed as I rushed forward to give him an enthusiastic hug, doesn't it all look perfect?"
Dad embraced me back, but like he was on automatic, rather than his usual bear hug.
Robbie stepped up with a beer in hand, "Cold one dad?".
Mom, doing her part, came up, gave him a peck on the cheek, and suggested that he have a seat and relax while we got the steaks going. Dad, seemingly grateful for direction, sank into one of the cushioned chairs. Mom and I returned to getting things ready, while Rob carefully laid the steaks on to cook Naked, the three of us completely naked. At least Rob was not sporting his usual boner.

Part Two: Lisa

I am proud of my kids, but as they went about their tasks, naked in front of their dad, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world, my heart was busting with pride at their courage and composure.
As Terri and I finished the last of our dinner preparations, I was watching Jim out of the corner of my eye. He looked shocked to be sure, but I also noticed him looking at us all with some real interest and curiosity.
"Rare as usual, dad", Rob called out from the grill.
"Ah, that will do just fine son", he gamely replied.
I got that this just might be the most important night of our family's life, after all, there were only two ways I could see this ending up. But seeing my husband of 18 years trying to act as if nothing was happening, trying to be cool and normal, just hit my funny like a semi-truck, and I began to laugh. It was infectious, and soon the three of us were doubled over in a serious case of the sillies. Looking over, I saw that even Jim was catching it, and soon the four of us were laughing so hard that it hurt.
"Oh, Jim", I cried out, rushing to him, kissing and hugging him tight, "I love you with my whole heart".
I could feel him melting into me.
Brushing my ear with his mouth, he whispered to me, "I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I love you, and these kids, with every fiber of my being. I don't ever want to be without you. Just tell me what to do."
Meanwhile, Terri had come up from behind and was hugging his back. Having heard the exchange, she piped up, "Well you could start by taking off your clothes. You are making the rest of us feel nervous".
Well, this time, I thought the laughter would kill us.

Part Three: Terri

Once we had stopped laughing long enough to catch our breath, I sat down sideways on my daddy's lap and began to unbutton his shirt. I felt the happiest that I ever remember being. I love my daddy so much that sometimes it hurts. And now, to think that we would no longer be two families, just one, with daddy, made me want to cry tears of happiness. Undoing the last button, and pushing his shirt back off his shoulders, I flung my arms around his neck, and began to kiss him; not on the lips, but, rather, on his face, his neck, his hair, all the time breathing in his gorgeous smell. I tried not to think any sexy. As my kisses worked their way down to his shoulders, then his chest, as his strong arms reached around me to hold me too him, I started to cry.
Alarmed, dad gently pushed me back, and lifting my face to look into my eyes, said, "Honey, what's wrong?".
"Oh, nothing daddy", I said between sobs, "It's just that I love you so much that I can't hold it all in".
A huge smile spread across my beautiful daddy's face.
"I know exactly how you feel baby", he replied before wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me into his massive chest.
Beneath my skinny butt, I could feel daddy getting hard. I groaned, and almost came just at the thought.
Mom interrupted, setting the salads on the table.
"Steaks are ready", Robbie called out.
"Get off your dad, Terri", mom bossed, "Dinner's ready and dad is not even undressed".
My mom's not only smart, sexy and brave, she can be pretty funny when she wants to be too.
"Um", dad ventured, looking very embarrassed.
"Don't worry dad", Rob said, setting the platter of steaks on the table, "Boners are natural".
And, as if to prove the point, Robbie's five and a half inches were proudly straining to reach his belly button.

Part Four: Jim

"Stand up", my wife commanded, "Might as well get this over with".
And with that she unbuckled and unzipped me, then, kneeling in front of me, pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
"Step out", she said, and once I'd complied, she wadded them up, threw them in the corner, and said, "Guess we won't be seeing much of those anymore!".
Lisa got up from her knees, standing beside me and facing the kids, she grabbed my pole and asked, "Well kids, what do you think of this?".
"Pretty impressive, dad", Rob cheerfully offered.
Terri, just sat staring.
"Terri?", her mom prompted her.
"Huh?", Terri replied, obviously off in a world of her own. "Can I hold it, too?"
"Nope", Lisa answered, a little to my disappointment, "It's dinner time. Dad's meat can wait, but the steaks are going to get cold".
Sitting down to eat, I was glad of the cover the table afforded me. I had only been naked for a minute or two, and it was going to get some getting used to. I was also glad that the table meant that I only had to see everyone from their chests up. I tried not to stare too hard at Terri's small, perfect, boobies, but it was difficult not to. In any event, she didn't seem bothered by it. That was going to take some getting used to as well.
During dinner, I listened as Lisa, Terri, and Rob took turns telling me how they had come to be family nudists and lovers. I admit it was all quite shocking, but more shocking still, was that as I listened to them tell about it, it all seemed to make a kind of sense. Everybody seemed so enthusiastic, proud and happy, it was hard not to get caught up in the spirit of it all. The food was great, the beer was cold, and the company was the best. Soon, I found myself relaxing and content. My raging erection had settled into a more comfortable semi-flaccid state, and I found myself looking in everyone's eyes as we spoke, rather than their chests. So strange to think that less than 24 hours ago, I had thought our family was in crisis. Funny how a change of perspective could make everything better. I was happy.

Part Five: Rob

We had all been having a really good time, so when mom asked Terri and I to clean up and do the dishes, we didn't put up too much of a fuss. Pretending to reach down and help me, mom told me to make sure that we gave them at least fifteen minutes as she wanted to talk to dad. Sounded reasonable.
As Terri and I carried the dishes into the house, she looked at me wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Holy Shit, little bro, did you see dad's penis? It's huge!" Perhaps, sensing that I might feel hurt, she quickly added, "Don't worry Robbie, when we are finally allowed to fuck, I'm pretty sure I'd prefer yours. It looks like the perfect size for me".
Thing about my sis is that she is genuinely sensitive and always knows the exact right thing to say.
"Well", I replied setting my load of dishes on the kitchen counter and effecting a dramatic bow, "It would be my honor sweet lady".
As I straightened, Terri ran to me, one hand around my back, the other on my penis, and pulling our bodies as tight as could be, kissed me long and deep on the mouth. My hand ventured down her bony back, to her skinny but gorgeous ass, then along her crack, stopping just long enough to tickle her butt hole, before plunging my fingers into her oh so sweet, pussy. I started to move my finger, while she bent her knees to drive my finger as deeply as she could into her dripping crack. I wanted to fuck my sister. I wanted to know what it felt like to be able to use my cock instead of just my fingers. Lately, mom had been saying that, since Terri was now on the pill, we might be able to do just that soon. Not soon enough for me!
Glassy eyed and panting, Terri still managed to push me away. "Dishes?", she reminded me, pointing at the pile by the sink.
As I washed, and she dried, I admitted that I had liked dad's cock too.
"Do you think that's weird?", I asked.
Terri gave it a few moments of thought, then asked if I meant that I would like to touch it and stuff.
"Yeah, I think so", I replied.
"Well, who am I to say. Mom and me lick each other all of the time".
"Yeah, but isn't it different for guys?", I asked.
"Look", Terri began, "Everything that we do, or have done, is wrong to a lot of people. But that doesn't mean that we don't enjoy it. Does it?"
I had to admit she had a point.
"I think the main thing would be to know if dad would like it, or not. If he was okay with it, I can't see anything wrong".
"You know sis", I admitted, "You are pretty damn smart".
"Thanks bro", she said smiling, and leaning over gave me a kiss on the cheek.
You know, it is kind of strange that I can get up to all kinds of stuff with Terri, no problem, but that kiss on the cheek made me blush, and my heart swell with love.
"What do you think that they're talking about out here", I asked.
"I don't know", she ventured, "Probably mom is just feeling him out about all this stuff. If I were dad, and had walked into this situation, I think that I would have a lot of questions. I guess that she just wanted to give him a chance to talk it out."
Dishes finished, I realized that I had no idea how long we had been. I was wondering if it was time to go out yet, when mom walked into the kitchen.
"It's getting a little cold out", she told us, "So dad and I are thinking of heading upstairs".
Seeing our disappointed faces, she laughed, "You kids are welcome to join us if you want to".

Part One: Jim

I took my coffee out to the back yard, hoping that the crisp morning air might help bring me into focus. Seeing Terri naked, and a young woman, on top of seeing her mother going down on our son, while piston driving her greedy hole with her fingers, simply had my head spinning. And it was worse still. Having married, Lisa, my high school sweetheart, Terri, was only the second nude woman I had ever been in the same room as, and, although I swear that I could never touch her, the sight of her young body aroused me. Realizing this, made me feel doubly uncomfortable, but beating myself up over it would have to wait. I had a family to save, and had to figure out how. I would have loved to have talked it over with somebody, but, for obvious reasons, that was a non-starter. Talking to Rob about it just didn't seem right, and Terri should never know, if I could help it. That just left Lisa. I had to choose between pretending I had never seen what I had, or doing something I hate almost more than anything, confronting her. I couldn't let this go on, so I was just going to have to man up.
Soon the house was bustling; the kids getting ready to head off to go hiking with friends, and Lisa was fussing over everyone' breakfast. It felt normal. It felt good. It was as if the last eight or nine hours had been some alternative reality, and now I was back in my own world. Trying not to be too obvious, I watched Lisa and Robbie for any sign of what I had seen. But no, everyone just seemed happy and normal.
Once the kids had left, Lisa, washing up the dishes, asked me over her shoulder, "What got into you last night tiger? I'm not complaining, it was great, but not really like your usual self. Have you, finally, spent so much time in the bush that you are turning into a caveman?"
I looked at her as she busied herself scrubbing the pan. Her ample ass jiggling as her arm scrubbed. There would be no easy way, not perfect time, so I just blurted it out.
"I saw you with Rob last night".
Everything just seemed to stop; her scrubbing, my breathing, and even time.
"I mean, Jesus, Lisa, he's our son!".
I watched her back as she set down the scrubber, then put her two hands on the counter to support herself.
"I need to sit down Jim", she said, making her way to the table, "and I could use a bourbon. Could you get me the bottle and a glass? Better make that two glasses, Jim."
Despite being 9:30 in the morning, bourbon did seem like a good idea.
When I returned from the cupboard, bottle and glasses in hand, Lisa was softly crying. I poured two good measures and passed one to her. The crazy thing is that I wasn't mad at her. I just needed to make sense of it all. Lisa downed her glass in a single swallow and silently passed the glass back to me. I poured her another shot, passed it to her, and waited as she composed herself.
"Are you going to divorce me?", she managed in a timorous voice.
Just hearing the word; hearing it said by the only woman I had ever loved, was enough to scare me to the center of my soul.
"Lisa, god damn it, no! I just need to understand, because I am absolutely lost here".

Part Two: Lisa

When I had first proposed that we become family nudists, I had factored in that the kids would probably explore each other a little. Having, myself, when I was young, fooled around with my own brother a little, I saw it as pretty natural and essentially harmless. What I didn't factor in was the fact that I would be turned on as well.
That first day, we all ended up having a long talk.
First, I explained to Robbie that he didn't need to hide his erections; how he had a very nice cock and that it was nothing that needed hiding. I remember how he had glanced over at his sister, she had shrugged, and his attitude had changed. He had turned to lay fully on his back, his hands behind his head, with his smallish, but fully erect, penis reaching to the sky. In just a few moments, he had shifted from shame, to being rather proud. Terri and I, on the other hand, were doing our best not to stare; her because it was the only prick she had ever seen, and me, because every time I looked at him, I just wanted to run over and take that beautiful young cock into my mouth! I had not seen that coming. To this date, I swear to the gods, that that boy is always hard. On those rare occasions when he was not, I wanted to take his softness into my warm mouth until he was! Seeing him, his sweet cock, and his pride in it, made me love him and want him, all at the same time.
Bringing my attention back to the topic at hand, I made it crystal clear that there were limits. I explained how it was a real gift that we were able to be this way with each other, but two things could turn our secret fun into a tragedy we might never recover from. Though the kids were too green to even have ever contemplated it, I laid out the rules. House rule one: no fucking! House rule two: all of this needed to stay just between the three of us! To their credit, the kids did ask about their dad, but all three of us, in our hearts, and as much as we loved him, knew that he would never understand.
The basic, but extremely important rules established, and agreed upon, the kids had some questions of their own. The first one almost sent me into cardiac arrest.
After some seemingly considered thought, Terri asked if touching was okay. Thinking that see was speaking of her touching her brother, I replied that it was okay, as long as the other person agreed. Obviously taking me seriously, she hesitated, then said something that took our whole journey on a path I had never envisioned.
"Can I touch your breast mom?", she asked.
"Yeah, me too", my little man added.
I was caught completely off-guard! I, honestly, had no idea what to say! I looked at them dumbfounded and saw their eagerness. I knew that I was about to cross a line. I knew that something inside of me had already crossed it. I just groaned and nodded my head in the affirmative.

Part Three: Terri

As great as all the days since have been, that first day will forever be burned into my memory. Back then, in my understanding, there were no labels; straight, bi, gay, just the fact that my mom's breasts were full, soft, and topped by big brown nipples I just really wanted to suck. I will never forget her saying yes. How Robbie and I approached, in awe, and looking at each other, reached out and began to feel mom's breasts. They were so soft and beautiful. I will, also, never forget how mom began to moan as we squeezed them; how she guided our heads down to suck her nipples. As Rob and I greedily sucked on a nipple each, mom moved her arms around us to draw us closer. In my young life, I had never before felt like this; abandoned, lustful, and needing something without knowing what. Reaching across my mom's belly, I grabbed my brother's cock in my hand. My hand which had never touched a cock before began to touch him, running my fingertips over the tip, along the shaft, down to his balls, then making a fist around his hardness, I began to move slowly up and down. My mom started to thrust her ass and pelvis forward as her excitement built. My virgin slit was on fire, and when mom grabbed my wrist and directed it to her own hot hole, I instinctively knew what to do. With one hand on my brother's throbbing dick, and the other rubbing my mommy's clit, I felt on fire.
Suddenly, mom sat up, pushing us gently away from her.
"Over there", she commanded. Indicating the lawn. "Lay down", she said to me in a deep, throaty voice.
Kneeling beside me, she placed one hand on my shoulder, pinning me in place, while with the other she began to touch me; first my hair, then my face, my stomach, my ass, my legs, then, finally, my breasts. Then straddling me, she bent over and repeated the process, but this time with kisses and small flicks of her tongue. I closed my eyes to drink in the sensations without distraction. Every touch of her lips or tongue set off an electric current running straight to my young cunt and driving me out of my mind.
When I opened my eyes, I could see that mom had positioned Rob beside us. He was kneeling, wide eyed, with one arm on the ground to support himself. He was actually trembling all over and looked like he might just pass out any moment. His cock was pointing up with a little string of pre-cum hanging from it.
Glancing over at him, mom told him to pay attention, that she was about to teach him one of the most important lessons of his young life; how to please a woman. And with that, she slid down, pushing my skinny legs wide apart, and began to kiss and lick my virgin pussy; her tongue flicking my nub one moment, then lapping at my wet hole the next, sucking my juices. When her tongue suddenly pushed between the lips and slid into my little hole, it was more than I could bear.
"Mom", I moaned, my hips rising while wave after wave of energy flowed through me. I shuddered, clenched, my young vagina contracting. Looking up, I watched as mom reached a hand over and began fly up and down on my sweet brother's cock. I could not stop the next wave that washed over me. I came, ferociously, completely, and with an intensity I could have never imagined.
Suddenly my mom was kissing me; deep, soulful, tongue kisses, then disengaging, she leaned over and wrapped her mouth around Robbie's cock, teasing his balls with her hand. Within a few seconds, I watched as Robbie threw his head back, his young back arched, and a series of spasms convulsed him, as shot his young load into mom's mouth.
Holy shit!

Part Four: Lisa

In the years since that first day, the kids and I had become a very tight unit; family, lovers, and, as time has gone on, even the best of friends. We are more like a married threesome, than an adult and two teens. Of course, the kids are free to date or see anyone they wish, but neither of them have ever showed any real interest. The problem, in fact the only problem that I could see, is that as the three of us grew closer together, the more Jim became like a favorite uncle, rather than someone who shared equally and fully in our lives. There is no doubt we all loved him. Jim is the kind of guy everybody loves. We were always happy when he would come home from the camps, and everyone would work hard to see that he was happy too. We appreciated him, but as the week off wore on, we would all become restive; anxious to once again shed our clothes and inhibitions.
Bringing myself back to the breakfast table, my empty bourbon glass, my poor husband's eyes, it came to me that this needed to be a family discussion, and not mine alone.
"Jim, honey", I began, "Whatever things might look like to you at this moment, however horrible or confused you might feel, I love you, the kids worship you, and we are going to fix this. I am, however, going to need you to trust me just a little longer. Just a little bit, okay?" "Here is what I want you to do", I told him, warming to the sense of my plan. "You've been talking about driving into the city to get that part for the truck. I want you to do that today. "While you are there, I have a list for Costco, so you might as well pick that stuff up too. Take your time, because I don't want you home before six. Pick up some steaks, and when you get home, we will do a barbecue out back. I promise, when you get home tonight, I will explain everything then. Can you do that for me?"
Truth be told, Jim looked relieved. Sweetheart that he is, he has never been much on uncomfortable situations, nor is he much of a problem solver or planner. I had thrown him a lifeline, and he had grasped it with the relief of a drowning man.
Twenty minutes later, the truck was out of the driveway and I was on the phone.

Part Five: Rob

We had just parked and were getting our day packs on, readying for our hike, when my cell phone rang. Surprised to even have coverage here, I answered.
"Mom?"
"I need you and Terri to come home", the reception was shitty, but good enough to have me worried. "Something has come up, and I need you home", she added.
"What is it?", I asked, feeling a little alarmed. "Is somebody hurt, is it dad?"
"No, nothing like that. Will you please just come home and I will explain it when you get here. Please!'.
"Sure mom", I agreed , hearing her pleading tone, "We'll be about an hour."
Hanging up, I looked over to Terri, "Change of plans, we're needed at home."
On the drive home, Terri and I were both lost in our thoughts, and by the time we pulled into the driveway, we were both pretty worried.
Mom was out back, naked, sitting at the side of the pool with her legs in the water. Since it was a dad week, that just made everything seem all the weirder. I have to confess, that after all of this time, the sight of my naked mom or sister, still gives me an instant boner, so I was relieved when mom explained that dad wouldn't be home ‘til six, and we were free to disrobe; something we instantly and gratefully did. Getting up from the poolside, mom walked over to patio table, where a glass of wine stood waiting. Also weird, as mom, even though she enjoyed a drink, was not the kind of person to begin at noon. Sinking into one of the patio table chairs, she waved us over to join her.
As we sat, our curiosity senses on overload, she spit it out without preamble, "Your father saw me and Rob last night".
"Oh, Jesus mom", Terri moaned.
"Oh, shit", was all that I could manage.
"Yeah", was all mom had to add.
I suppose, in retrospect, it was crazy to think that we had thought that would be able to go on like this forever; two lives; two families, one with dad and one without. But now the moment of truth was here and the three of us, co-conspirators on a grand scale, were about to face the court of consequence. I, suddenly, became aware that, for one of the first times ever, while being naked with my mom and sister, I didn't even have a hard-on. This was serious!
"Jesus, mom, what are we going to do?", Terri asked pleadingly, looking as if her mug had just made "America's Most Wanted".
I knew how she must be hurting. Out of all of us, she loved dad the most deeply. She was daddy's little princess, and he was her knight in shining armor. Of course, we all loved him, but Terri was looking as if she was about to burst into tears.
Mom, lifted her wine glass, and tilting her head back, drank it all off in one long drink. Returning the glass to the table, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaned forward conspiratorially towards us and said. "Kids, I have a plan".

To be continued... 

Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. Be sure to read them in order. 

A Family Man

Chapter One 

Part One: Jim

It was late. I had taken off my boots by the door, not wanting to wake the kids. No one was expecting me for another two days, but there had been a major machine failure that would take some time to fix, so, rather than have us hanging around doing nothing, the company had flown us out of camp early. I only had one thing on my mind as I headed to the stairs leading to the three upstairs bedrooms; surprising my wife with a kiss and sleep.

As I neared the top of the stairs, I could hear muffled noises coming from our son’s room. Thinking nothing of it, I turned towards my own room and my sleeping wife. It was then I heard what sounded like a woman’s groan coming from my son’s room. No, not any woman’s groan, it sounded like Lisa, my wife. Concerned, I changed direction and placed my ear against, Rob’s door. As the door was not completely closed, as I placed by head against it to listen, it opened slightly. Looking through the crack, I saw something so outrageous I just simply could not take it in. There was my son, lying on his bed, naked and flat on his back. Also, naked, and crouched over his torso, with her ass facing out to me, was my wife. I stood frozen, unable to move, to speak, or seemingly to breathe, as I realized that she was sucking our 18-year-old son’s cock. With one hand she was steadying his hard, saliva slicked, member into her mouth, while her other hand reached up from under her belly and was busily pumping fingers into her obviously dripping pussy. Rob’s eyes were closed and his young back was arched; it was clear that he wasn’t far from coming in his mother’s mouth. As his back arched in a spasmatic thrust, I could sense that he was releasing his load. “Mom”, he murmured, “I love you”.

Now, despite being a big strong guy, used to working hard in the bush, I am, at heart, quite mild and unassuming, and I was simply was too shocked to know what to do. I quickly retreated from the door, and worked my way quietly back down the stairs. Putting my boots back on, I let myself out the back door, and began to walk aimlessly.

A thousand questions were running through my head. Should I have done something? Maybe, but what would a sudden scene have accomplished? Should I confront her? Maybe, but that could mean the end of our family. and family was all I had ever cared about. I had to do something, but what?

Lisa and I had married young, at 18, right after we had discovered she was pregnant with the twins, Rob and Terri. Funny to think that the kids were the same age now as when Lisa and I married. To me they seem so young. Maybe we had been too, and just hadn’t realized it. Looking back over the last 18 years, our lives had been, until tonight, ordinary, nice; just the way I liked it.

I don’t know how long I had been wandering in a daze, but, eventually, I came to a decision. For tonight, I would do nothing. Maybe in the morning it would all be clearer. I took out my cell and called home. I had no desire for any more surprises. I struggled to keep my voice normal as I explained to Lisa what had happened at the camp, and that I would be home in a half hour. She asked if I wanted her to fix me something, “like fix the family you’ve broken?”, I thought, but I just said that no, I was tired, and just wanted to get to bed.

This time when I got to the house and opened the back door, Lisa was there waiting for me in an old T-shirt and pair of panties. She threw herself at me, kissing me and grabbing my crotch. I gently pushed her off, buying time to gather my wits. I slipped off my boots, repeating to myself over and over, like a mantra or charm to ward of disaster, “Just act normal”. I passively let her take my hand and lead me up the stairs to our room, where she playfully, but forcefully pushed me back on the bed. Kneeling beside the bed, she unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans, and thrust her hand inside and grabbed my cock. While my one head was confused, trying to make sense of everything I’d seen that night, my other head, predictably, had a mind of its own. As Lisa took my stiffening cock into her warm, wet, mouth, I groaned. Still sucking, she grabbed either side of the waist of my pants and pulled them down. As she knelt and sucked greedily at my cock, her right hand crept down between her legs and started rubbing. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as she impatiently pulled her panties to one side and began to finger fuck herself. Lisa had always been an eager lover, but I couldn't say that I had ever seen her this intensely horny. As she slipped her fingers in and out of herself, pussy juice ran down her fingers. She was so wet that I could actual hear the sloshing noises of her wetness as her fingers slammed in and out her hole ever more furiously and fast. Standing up, she pulled down her panties in one movement, and shucked her t-shirt with another, exposing her glistening pussy and thick, hanging breasts. Without so much as a word, she jumped on the bed and grabbing my now hard dick, mounted me, swallowing my dick up into her.

As she greedily moved up and down on me, I was suddenly gripped by the vision of what I had seen her do earlier. Anger shot through me like an electrical jolt. This woman who I had loved, had betrayed us all; her family, and now was enjoying herself like there was nothing wrong in the world. In a moment, my anger which had been hot, turned cold and vengeful. For the first time in our 18-year married life, my arm shot up and my hand encircled her throat. Twisting her off of me, and moving my hand from her throat to her hair, I pushed her face into the pillow, hard. With my other hand, I grabbed my hard cock and guided it to her butthole, and in one motion drove my cock into her ass as far as it would go. From the pillow came a whimper, and her body visibly tensed. Letting go of her head, I grabbed one of her butt cheeks in either hand, squeezing hard to gain a good purchase, and driven by a fury, drove my cock in and out of her ass without mercy. Feeling my balls tense, I knew I had little time before I was to cum. Pulling my cock out, and my fury not spent, I again grabbed her hair, forcing her to lay flat on her back. Once I had her positioned, I again grabbed her throat, squeezing hard, watching her surprised eyes as she looked up at me. With one hand on her neck, I used the other to furiously pump my dick. I half-pulled her up and shoved the tip of my cock into her refusing mouth, releasing my anger, my semen, and my control.

Rolling off of her, I lay looking up at the ceiling, disgusted with myself, with her, and with the betrayal that threatened to destroy our family. A rustling beside me, then her head was on my chest. Her hand

explored the outlines of my chest and stomach muscles. Surprised, I looked down where her head lay, angled and looking up at me. “Jim”, she half whispered, “That was amazing”. As she looked up at me, her eyes soft with love, I knew that I could not hate her. This was the one and only person I had ever loved as a partner. Right then, I resolved that we would work things out, we would be a family no matter what. I loved her, in sickness as well as in health.

Part Two: Terri

“Terri!”

Holy shit! There was my dad sitting at the kitchen table, staring at me with a look part horror and part genuine confusion.

“Dad, weren’t you supposed to be home Sunday?”, I said.

Now my dad is a really sweet guy. He is also quite shy and soft spoken; sort of the opposite that you would expect from such a large and powerful man.

“Uh, Terri baby”, he stammered, blushing, “You don’t have any clothes on”.

“Sorry, dad”, I said, “I was just sneaking down to grab something from the laundry and didn’t expect anyone to be up”.

“Uh, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to embarrass you”.

Funny thing with dad, he always ended up blaming himself for everything.

Of course, I couldn’t tell him the real reason I was naked. Mom, Rob and I, when dad was away at work at the camps, never wore clothes at home. Our home nudism corresponded to dad’s calendar, two weeks off (clothes), one week on (when dad was at home). And since dad’s schedule had always been predictable, it had never been a problem. It wasn’t that we being dishonest with him, it is just that we all felt, that being who he was, it would be hard for him to understand. We all love dad. He is a sweet, gentle, giant. But, I suppose, on the other hand, we have another family as well; Rob, mom and me, with our own way of doing things.

It had all started some years ago.

We live fairly far out in the country, which affords us a lot of privacy. Mom loves to sunbathe, and if she thought we were not around, she would do so topless. Both my brother and I are thin and short. Dad is big, and mom, though she is not fat, is 5’10” with a thickish body. I have tiny little breasts, they barely grew out at all, while mom’s are big and fat, hang down, and have large brown areole. The differences between mom and dad and me and Rob, have always been a family joke, with dad saying that they found us in a basket by the front door and took us in because we were so small that they took pity. Rob and me look more like 13 than 18. I don’t really care, but I know that Rob gets teased a lot, which has made him shy and a loner. I guess being twins, small, and living out of town, meant that we hung out together a lot and were close.

That is not to say that Rob was not a pain in the ass, and, definitely, a perv. More than once I saw him looking out his upstairs bedroom window, staring at mom sunbathing and touching himself under his

pants. One day, I mentioned it to him, and teasingly told him that I was going to tell mom. I’m his sister and don’t mind torturing him, but, when I told him that, he looked horror stricken and actually began to cry. Jeez, I wasn’t really going to tell in the first place, but seeing the look on his face, I felt bad and calmed him down assuring that I was only kidding. We had had secrets before, but this one I knew was very, very, important to him. It didn’t stop me from calling him perv all the time, but he trusted me, that I was just bugging him.

Rob is the sneaky kind, and around 13 or 14, I noticed that he was always “accidentally” trying to get a look at me, or even catch me naked. He never said anything, but, for instance, if I was using the pool, I would feel him staring at me. On one hand it felt creepy, on the other, I kind of liked it. I guess, looking back now, I was a little jealous of mom and her full woman’s body, and the way that Rob was always spying on her. Myself, having almost no tits, still don’t, and a boyish body, it felt unfair that no one had ever really looked at me that way. I don’t exactly know why, but I started leaving my door open, just a crack, and walking around in just my panties. Sometimes, when we were watching TV, I’d lay on the floor in front of the couch, watching, wearing only a long T and panties. I knew he was watching me, and when I would get up, I’d notice he had a boner pressing against his pants. I guess I liked the fact that someone was noticing me.

One day, mom came in while we were watching TV. She said that we needed to have a family talk. Family Guy was just finishing, so I hit the remote and sat up cross legged to hear what mom had to say. Rob was doing his best to cover up his boner. Mom took a long look at us both, taking it all in, me with my tease outfit of T and panties, and Rob with his obvious hardon. She was acting kind of nervous.

“Well, you two, I might as well just get to the point. I’ve been noticing some things going on around here; things that are a little embarrassing to talk about. I want you both to know that I love you and am not mad at either of you, but we have to sort this out before things get out of hand.”

Rob and I glanced at each other wondering if the other knew what she was talking about. Nope.

“You are both teenagers now, and that means that you are both developing sexual curiosity.”

Rob blushed, while I got busy picking lint from the carpet.

“Rob, sweetie, I know that you watch me when I sunbathe without my top on. And last night, I saw you looking through the crack in your sister’s door and, well, rubbing yourself.”

Mom was looking pretty embarrassed herself, while Rob had turned white and looked close to tears. Thankfully, it looked like I was off the hook here, so I began to relax, though I was fascinated to see what would come next.

“Terri”, mom began, looking at me. “Don’t think that I don’t notice you teasing your brother and leading him on.”

“But mom!”, I interrupted, protesting my innocence.

“Don’t interrupt me Terri, this is hard enough as it is. The bottom line”, she continued, “is that we have to figure out what we are going to do. Look kids, this is all perfectly normal, but...”, her words trailing off.

Mom hesitated for a moment or two, then seeming to make up her mind, she began again, but his time more confidently.

“Rob, Terri, I want you to look at me. What I am about to tell you has to stay between the three of us. Can we agree to that?”

We both nodded our heads, willing to agree to anything to get this over with.

“Fine.”, mom said, having seemed to have come to some kind of decision. “When I was your age, Uncle Brad and I used to get up to the same kind of things as you, and even more. It’s pretty normal.”

Holy shit! Mom and Uncle Brad! This was getting interesting!

“What I am trying to say is that curiosity is normal, and I would rather you satisfy that curiosity at home, rather than in the backseat of some strangers car.”

“What do you mean mom?”, Rob asked in a husky voice.

“Well, first of all our bodies are natural, and it is natural to be curious about them. Where we end up getting screwed up is when we are taught to be ashamed of them. I suggest that we try an experiment. Since it is the summer holidays, and pretty warm anyway, I propose that we try going nude when we are at home. Now I get that this might seem strange, and that maybe you kids might be reluctant to join in at first, but I have thought long and hard about this, and I think it is the healthiest thing that we can do. So, who’s up for joining me?”

And with that mom started unbuttoning her blouse.

Rob and I just sat like two stone statues watching as mom, stripped off her blouse, then released her two large breasts from her bra. As she unzipped the back of her skirt, she looked at us with a grin and asked if anyone was going to join her. I looked at Rob sitting on the couch and staring, then back at my mom stepping out of her skirt. The only thing she had left was her panties which she proceeded to slide off. Finished her impromptu strip, she stood there looking at us for a bit, then said, “I’m going to make myself a drink, and go lay by the pool for a bit. You two talk it over, and let me know when you’ve made up your minds.” “Just one more thing. Rob, I can see that seeing me has given you an erection. That is completely normal.” “If you didn’t, I would be worried”, she said with a smile. “Terri, I don’t want to find out that you were teasing him about that. Okay?”

And, with that, mom got up and left the room, with the two of us staring at her ass in stunned surprise.

Part 3: Rob

I felt light-headed, almost as if I might faint. I don’t know if it was all the blood rushing from my head to pump up the hardest erection that I had ever had, or the fact that I had just seen my first fully naked woman, or that I had just experienced the weirdest 20 minutes of my life. I couldn’t even be sure that it had just happened. When I looked down at Terri, she was staring at my cock as it pushed against my pajama bottoms. My mother was crazy, my sister was being weird, and if didn’t come soon, I was going to die from the pain. Without a word, I got up and ran to my room, locked the door and freed my aching dick from my clothes. Even now I don’t have a big cock, about 5 ½ inches, at best. Back then, it was even

smaller. But big or small, it still needed pumping. My hardon was covered in pre-cum making my boner nice and slippery. I was about to finish myself off, when I remembered that mom had said she was going to lay by the pool. I got down on my knees and crawled over to my window, so that I couldn’t be seen from below. Poking my head up just enough to peek, I could see my mom, laying on her stomach, her naked ass, big and round, with her legs stretched wide enough apart to form a v. She was too far away for me to get a good look at what lay at the center of that v, but my imagination kicked in where my eyesight failed. Suddenly, that was not my mom anymore, just the first, beautiful, female ass I had seen nude, and as I pumped my cock, I imagined I was rubbing it between those amazing cheeks. Within seconds, I came, spasming, shaking, moaning, and shooting my load straight up with much of it splatting onto the window. Just then mom turned onto her back and glanced up to my window, catching me with my look of horror and cum dripping down the glass. She smiled. I wanted to die.

I laid down on my bed, and just stared at the ceiling. Too much had transpired over the last half hour for me to even begin to process. Random thoughts would appear and disappear in a senseless jumble; the v between my mom’s legs, the confusion I felt, what my sister’s cunny might look like, the smell of my semen, and how ashamed I felt to have these thoughts.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Go away”, I yelled.

“Robbie, it’s me”, Terri whispered through the door. “I need to talk or I think I’ll go crazy”, she added.

I certainly got the going crazy part, but I didn’t see how talking would help.

“Aw, what the hell!” “Just a sec”.

Realizing I was still naked, I looked around for something clean to pull on, grabbing a pair off swimming trunks laying on the floor.

I opened the door, letting Terri in, and returned to my prone position staring at the ceiling.

“Holy Shit!”, Terri squealed. “Is that all yours?”.

Suddenly grasping her meaning; the cum still on the window, I groaned and turning buried my face in the pillow.

“Hey, little bro (she had been born 11 minutes before me), I am super impressed!”. “I’m not kidding”.

“Wait a minute. Where you looking at mom when you did that?”

Terri sat on the edge of my bed. When I didn’t reply, her voice softened, though her words were firm.

“Listen Robbie, we can’t just hide and pretend that none of this is happening. It’s not fair to just leave me alone to try and deal with all of this.” “Maybe mom is right. I’d rather learn about stuff here than from some creep trying to paw me in some movie theater.” “I mean, mom’s smart, she loves us, and knows a lot more about these things than we do. I guess I might be willing to try if you are.”

I rolled over to face her. For some reason my trouser snake was already beginning to thicken again.

“I mean, you’ve already seen my boobies”.

Actually, I hadn’t. The most I had seen through the crack in the door was a flash of her legs and panties.

“So, seeing them again would be no big deal, right?”

I knew she was wrong and my cock was rising to prove it.

“I guess not”, I lied.

“But if I do this, I’m not doing this alone. Get it?”.

My lust wrestled with my embarrassment, for a moment or two. It was close. In the end, teen-aged hormones prevailed.

“All right”, I conceded, though terrified nonetheless.

And with that, Terri lifted her t-shirt up, pulled it over her head, and threw it into the corner with a dramatic flourish.

“Well?”, she asked, “What do you think?”.

Terri’s upper body was pretty much like mine, after all we are twins, except, where I was flat, she had two tiny titties. They were kind of triangular and topped with two small nipples, both standing fully erect. I guess, that even when I tried to get a look at her, or when I saw her in her bikini by the pool, I still thought of her as my skinny, gawky, sister. But looking at her now, her hair in pigtails, her face and throat flushed red, her freckles, her eyes playful, and her beautiful small breasts; as beautiful as anything I had ever seen, I saw her differently. I always have loved my sister, but, right that moment, I fell a little in love with her.

“Earth to planet Rob”, she said impatiently. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

She reached up and cupped one of her breasts in her hand, then gave her nipple a little pinch.

“They’re beautiful”, I finally stammered.

She seemed quite pleased with my answer.

“Well”, she said, looking directly at my tent-poled shorts.

“Uh, listen Terri”, I began, “I just need a couple of minutes alone first. I’m not trying to back out, I just need a few minutes”, I begged.

“No way Buster”, she replied.

And with that she jumped up, grabbing my shorts and began tugging to pull them off. We began to wrestle, her determined to expose my cock, and me determined to preserve my dignity. It was amazing. Her naked chest was rubbing against me, and her breathing was ragged. My poor cock was pumping pre-cum like a Texas oil well, and my heart was pounding like a cop with an arrest warrant at a suspect’s door. Slipping through my grasp, Terri succeeded in springing my cock free of my shorts. Suddenly, everything went still. The only thing moving was my over-excited penis, jumping up and down as I lost control and shot my load all over my belly.

Daring a glance to where Terri sat straddled over my legs, I could see her staring in fascination. I wasn’t really thinking about it, at the time, but this was the first penis she had ever seen, much less the first time she had ever seen a guy cum. As she stared, saucer-eyed, at my semi-erect cock, I noticed that she was moving her crotch against my leg. I also noticed that her panties were wet. Not knowing any better at the time, I thought she had peed, and roughly pushed her off; the big wet spot obvious as she rolled back.

“Hey, what did you do that for?”, she demanded, obviously surprised and offended.

“I have to go pee”, I lied, rolling off the bed and leaving her standing there bewildered as I made my escape in the direction of the can.

Part Four: Lisa

By the time I left the kids, I was literally shaking. God damn it! Jim was a wonderful guy, he worked hard, he was sweet, but, at the end of the day, there was only one parent in this family, and I had to make the best decisions that I could. And I’ll be damned if I am going to let them grow up twisted, ashamed, and fucked up over sex.

I was lucky. I grew up on a kind of commune where my parents were hippies. Say what you want, about idealism, free love and alternative lifestyle, as a kid growing up, I felt safe, free, and a respected human being. I want my kids to feel the same; free of societies narrow minded ideas.

If anyone thinks that stripping off in front of your kids is an easy thing, they’re wrong. It was a huge gamble. But having my kids grow up ashamed of their bodies and ashamed over their natural feelings was something I did not want, and this was the only thing that I could think of that made sense.

I laid out by the pool a long time. If my kids didn’t buy in to the idea of family nudity and openness, I didn’t have a plan B. It is not like I didn’t want it for myself, as well. I love the feeling of being naked. I even get a little thrill knowing that Robbie gets off looking at me sometimes. Why not?

Growing up, there was a fair amount of nudism, first in our home, then when we moved to the commune, everyone swam naked at the swimming hole. The first two guys I ever saw naked were my dad and my little brother. My little brother was just a kid, but as I began to develop, I would often fantasize about touching my dad. I loved him, and thought, with his long blond hair and rugged good looks, that he must be the handsomest guy in the world. It never happened, though I still fantasize about it from time to time. My point is that fantasies are just fantasies. They can be thrilling, but they do no harm as long as you can tell the difference between them and real life.

Turning over, to tan my front, I glanced up, and noticed Robbie ducking his head out of view at his bedroom window, followed immediately by a stream of semen hitting the window pane. I know that he saw me, and was probably feeling embarrassed to death. This is exactly why I wanted to get things in the open. This sneaky, shaming stuff had to end, for their sakes. I had taken the lead, but there was no way that I would force anything on them. This had to be their choice.

I must have drifted off for a while, because, when I came to, there were the twins. They were sitting in loungers, at opposite ends of the pool, studiously avoiding each other; Terri with a book, and Robbie

with his Gameboy. Terri was topless, but with her bikini bottoms on. Robbie was buck naked, but turned away so that all I could see was his butt. Well, it seemed like a good start. They were obviously uncomfortable with each other, but that was to be expected. We’d all work through it.

Looking to break the tension, I asked Terri if she would help me make some sandwiches and ice tea in the kitchen. She seemed happy enough for something to do and readily agreed. As we walked to the house. we passed Robbie, doing his best to act casual while covering his erection. He pretended not to notice us, but I could see his reflection in the patio door, hungrily taking in the sight of his mom’s large, and sister’s tiny, ass. I will admit it gave me a little thrill.

As Terri and I busied ourselves in the kitchen, she told me what had happened upstairs, and how she had felt hurt by the way Robbie had acted. I explained that he was, probably, just embarrassed at having ejaculated in front of her, and not to worry. Things would settle down in a day or two. I asked her what she had thought about seeing her first cock and a guy cumming. She reflected a bit then admitted that it had excited her. I then asked why she had left her bikini bottoms on. She admitted that she did not have much hair down there, and was embarrassed that she would look too much like a kid.

“Do you mind if mom takes a look?”, I asked.

Terri just shrugged her shoulders, which I took for consent.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I gently eased the waistband over her hips and pulled the bottom down to her feet. I lifted one foot to indicate that she should step out of them, and she did so, her arm on my shoulder to keep her balance.

“Okay”, I said, “let’s see what we have”.

I pushed against her ankle to widen her stance and afford me a better view. Terri stood stock still, and I could sense that whatever I might say would be important to her. She had been right in the sense that the hair she had was still sparse and downy. Other than that, however, she was more young lady than girl. She was beautifully formed and gave off a pleasant faint musky scent. I could not help but notice, that as I gazed at her, her lips parted ever so slightly, and I could see moisture appearing. I was surprised to feel myself becoming aroused as well. To break the spell, I bent at the waist, gave her mound a little peck of a kiss, stood up, cupped her chin in my hand, in order to look directly in her eyes and pronounced her young pussy absolutely, even extraordinarily perfect!

Terri broke out in a big grin, and nestling against me, embraced me in a huge, naked, kid, hug. As her slender body embraced mine, her head at the height of my breasts, I had this sudden urge to guide my nipple into her mouth, and feel her suckle again; an urge that sent an electrical shock through my body. Instead, I disentangled myself and busied with the lunch making.

“Just one thing kiddo”, I casually said, looking down at the potato salad I was dishing out, “Leave the bottoms in here.”

And with conspiratorial smiles, we brought lunch out to the back yard. 

My partner and I have made a few illustrated stories and videos exploring themes of incest and age play. I find it quite interesting exploring what the basis of that interest is. Growing up, I never had any feelings or fantasies in regard to my immediate family: far from it! When raising my own child, the thought, had it ever occurred, would have revolted me. There were, however, two possible factors that have led to this interest, I was very curious and sexual from a very young age, and, having grown up in a very troubled home, never felt the love or safety of family. Sex, for me, at its best having an element of loving, mixed with strong memories of young, but innocent, sexual curiosity, all within this fantasy of a loving and open family, is what I have come to believe fuels this.

In our themed galleries and videos (our best to be soon posted), J and I have played around with the mom, young son, theme. Although we are an otherwise "normal" couple, neither dominant, and mutually respectful, the role of encouraging mom, and loving son, come very naturally. We enjoy this role play.

In our illustrated stories section, https://www.imagefap.com/organizer/399603/50%27s-Wife-in-Illustrated-Storie, you will find three stories with this incest theme.

Finally, I have spent the last week, unable to drag myself from my keyboard, writing a long story on just this subject, and believe I have created something of worth. I plan to serialize it on my blog. Hope you take a look and comment.

  I sense that all human suffering arises from alienation and separateness. Our entire human paradigm perpetuates this. Even the state dictates to us how we can love. (I feel joy to be from a country that now legally recognizes three parent families!) We are taught that we must enter exclusive relationships but to love, or include another, or others, is at minimum misguided, and to many the ultimate betrayal. We are told that love is impossible unless we contractually give up our sovereignty and the freedom to explore this existence as we are led. "Forsaking all others"... and ourselves. To be conscious, and though one may explore this exclusivity for a time, is to realize that this is a deal with the devil. At best one has created a new unit of alienation, the couple, at worst, we experience the double bitterness of being alienated in the very thing that was supposed to provide our heart's connection. I am utterly convinced of the logic, the sanity, the goodness and the healing of polyamory. And Jan agrees. When love making is an expression (a fun one to be sure) of love, and for me, it is not engaging unless it is that, then a community of love, is a community that celebrates love making! Absolute personal sovereignty, expressed as absolute freedom, supported by each other in absolute love, this is my dream. This is the dream that burns and will not die. 

J (50's wife) and I really enjoy coming up with ideas for, shooting and posting our galleries. I can't tell you how surprising it was to discover that my camera shy wife (she hated any pictures of herself) really got into it! But why post it for the world to see?

Let me begin by saying that we are proud of our work here. We work hard to make the best galleries that we can. And we enjoy it, a lot. We have had a lot of discussion as to why we do it though. And, in the end, we are as proud of our reasons as we are our product. I want to share those reasons with you.

1) There are a whole lot of lonely people out there; younger men trying to figure this whole sex/relationship thing out, and older men who may no longer have a partner, or are lonely with the one they have. We hope that something about our posts can help with all of that.

2) So much of pornography and erotica is dark, degrading and views women as mere objects. Now we have nothing against men and women getting off looking at our pictures (we hope they do), but we want to demonstrate that sex is not shameful, nor are women weak. J owns her sexuality. She is a woman who enjoys her life and her sex. Her and I are equals. She is nobody's "fuck meat". She is strong, sexy, and proud, and I hope that our pictures relect that. 

3) J is 58 years old. That's right, 58, and we are here to say that 58 can be very sexy! We hope to inspire others to be and see themselves as beautiful and desirable. Fuck age! It's attitude. 

4) It is a ton of fun and enhhances our relationship with each other. We have developed a creative partnership in doing this that we both really enjoy. Shared play makes for great relationship.

5) Like many women, J suffered from low self-esteem when it came to her looks and body.I would tell her how beautiful and sexy she was, but believing me was another matter (this inadequecy shit is drilled into womens heads from the day they are born). So I took pictures to show her how beautiful she is. Posting them, helped her to understand that it is not just my opinion! 

6) Finally, I am a very lucky (ridiculously so) man and I just want to share some of that with others. 

So, as crazy as it might sound, we do this make our world, and the world of some others, better, one picture at a time. 

If you have read the last two day's entries, you will know that we have met someone, and found an amazing connection of mind, heart and bodies.

 Last night was almost too perfect to believe. Our newfound friend, K, along with J (50's wife) and I, spent hours laying by the pool on a double lounger (perfect for three who want to cuddle), looking up into the velvet, tropical night sky, littered with beautiful stars and planets, drinking Margaritas, snuggling, kissing, talking, touching, and making love. 

Feeling so blessed. 

I suppose that, on a porn site which has themes of degrading others, calls women "fuck meat", and expresses themes of alienation from the sensabilities of others, it might be thought strange to talk about sex as connection; the only worthwhile sex for me.

There is an old Bob Dylan song that says, "I don't want to hurt nobody/don't want to be hurt. Don't want to treat nobody like they was dirt." I used to, with my last partner, belong to a circle of "Lifestyle" friends and couples. These were some of the most loving, caring, open and fearless people I have ever met. Living in Costa Rica now (originly from Vancouver Canada), these last seven years, I sorely miss those friends and the connections we shared. I also have enjoyed two long-term polyamorous relationships.Again, real connections with amazing sex. 

I am not being critical of others whose sex means other things. It is my "bend" that the very best sex involves the heart and soul. That can be with a person who is just passing through for the night (but a fondness has developed) with a couple with whom you enjoy dancing, or a partner of many years. 

A couple of nights ago (see earlier post) we went to bed with a woman who is visiting our B and B, and with whom J and I deeply connected. In the couple of days since, we have formed a very deep bond, and are all sort of falling in love with each other. She has decided to move to our town, has found a house and a school for her wonderful daughter, and is open to exploring a longer term, heart and respect based relationship with us. 

Tonight, I am going to have wonderful, exciting, caring and intense sex, with my wife and potential new partner. I am looking forward to the kissing as much as the cumming. 

Sex as an expression of exploration and connection is my kind of sex! 

It just amazes me how often, especially considering our circumstances, we end up sharing our bed!

A little background. We own a B and B in Costa Rica. Very beautiful, an international award winner, and respectable. As potential play partners, the locals are a no go zone. In general, they are very conservative and we have to be careful of our reputation. Guests, on the other hand....

 Now we don't want to give the impression that we are some kind of lecherous spiders, spinning our web to catch unaware vacationers. The truth is that when some people travel they feel the freedom to leave the same old at home and to try and experience new things. 

We never try. it just seems to happen. The weird thing is that I can usually tell in advance, although last night was a bit of a suprise. She was lovely; inside and out! One minute 50's wife, K, and me, were sitting on our Rancho, drinking Margaritas (I make a mean Marg), the next I just said lets go inside now and everybody did! 

My favorite sex includes love. And last night (and still this morning) we fell in love. I want K to stay forever. Tall, lithe, a great kisser, with a body as lovely as aged cognac, it was so lovely watching her licking 50's wife's (J) pussy, while J sucked on my throbbing cock. J came late to pussy (only the last couple of years) and is a greedy gobbler. I love watching her go down on a woman while I kiss the woman. I can feel the effect of J's efforts as the kisses become ever more intense. After a while, I had to push her away because it was time to put our guests dripping pussy to work on my cock. All this while J played with my balls and licked me! Life is good. And the guest will be here all week! 

Sometimes the next morning can be awkward. Sometimes things weren't as good as we hoped. This morning is lovely. Can't wait for tonight!