A Family Affair_(0)

I can’t say that what I experienced was strange because it was what I had always known. I mean would you think that eating at the table or taking your shoes off was strange if it was what you always did? That’s the story of my life, and while I understand now that it is strange, that it perhaps was wrong, I still can’t get angry.

What you don’t understand is that although most people think what happened was wrong, at the time there was no harm meant, no malice. I mean my first reaction was anger, but then I thought more about it. Even if the people involved knew that it was something they shouldn’t have done, they never harmed me. They never forced me to do anything. My life was my life, and although its different, and I wouldn’t do what I did again, it is like everything that we go through. The past is the past, and with knew knowledge comes a knew reality. It just so happens that in my past, in my old reality, I was anything but the simple, happy-go-lucky girl in middle America.

For as long as I remember there were no boundaries in my house. One of my earliest memories of my parents were them naked in the kitchen. It wasn’t anything sexual, just them walking around. I didn’t think there was anything strange about seeing my dad’s dick or my mom naked. It was just what happened in my house. I think it began very innocently. I guess I was around ten, and I couldn’t sleep. I went down stairs and I stopped at the top of the stairs, and at the bottom, on the couch that spread out against the wall, my father was sitting on the couch, and my mom was on her knees in front of him giving him head. Neither saw me; dad because he was facing the wall, mom because she had her head in his lap. I watched as she sucked him off, finished him, and then kissed him after she was done. I saw his hard dick when she was done and put two and two together. I watched them kiss for a few minutes and saw his dick loose its hardness. That’s when they saw me. They were clearly scared that I was there. I know that now.

My mom ushered me down stairs. She took my hand, her breasts exposed and led me over to my dad. Instead of trying to explain what they were doing by lying, she just pointed to dad’s dick and told me “I really love your daddy and this is how I show him how much I love him.”

I remember studying dad’s dick. I looked at it, looked at him. He sat there, his hands behind his head, and smiled at me. Naked. My mom told me to give my dad a hug and I remember when I hugged him, him sitting still, and me climbing on the couch, my knee resting on the couch between his legs to hug him. I felt his cock against my leg. My mom wasted no time in getting me upstairs and putting me to bed. Once in bed I remember we had a conversation about what she was doing. I asked her if she enjoyed doing it. She told me she loved it and again how that was how she showed my dad how much she loved me. That’s how I fell asleep. That’s how it all started.

I know what your thinking. Dad was a perv mom was a push over. I bet you think you know what was about to happen, but you would be wrong, maybe.

Weeks past and nothing. I would sneak out at night and look down the stairs, hoping to see them again, but they weren’t there. Then I discovered their bedroom door. If I went late at night, I could hear them having sex. I didn’t really know what it was but I had a good idea after seeing her suck him. It went on for a few nights and then once night, after the noises had stopped, the door opened. Standing in front of me was my dad, naked, his hard dick wet. There was a moment of silence, and I looked in the bedroom. Mom was naked, her legs spread on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I looked back at him and he smiled. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom and announced that they had a visitor. That’s when I got my lesson in sex. They explained everything, and then the shocking part, they asked if I wanted to see what they meant. They told me to sit in the chair and watch.

I watched as mom grabbed dad’s dick and rubbed it up and down until he was hard.

“Sweetie, when daddy is like this, this means he is ready to show mommy how much he loves her.”

I watched as he positioned her at the edge of the bed. He got her legs in the air and held them and moved toward her.

“Hold on babe. Holly, come over here closer and see what is really happening.”

I walked to them and stood right by my father. I watched as he pushed his dick into her. I heard her moan and in one movement she grabbed her boobs. As he began to fuck her, he handed one of her legs to me, so I could hold it up, and he put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed. It didn’t last long. I watched as her boobs flew around (mom has really huge boobs) and then I knew something was happening because dad started squeezing my shoulder and he screamed. He fucked her for another minute or so and then pulled out of her. I remember starring at her opening, seeing his cum leak out of her and then thinking the whole thing was surreal.

They explained to me that it was all normal, that there was nothing wrong with it, and that it was something they did with each other because they loved each other. Weeks went by with nothing, and then one Friday night dad went out with his buddies and played poker. Mom and I ate alone and then after watching tv for a while, I went to bed and read for a while until I fell asleep. I woke up somewhere around three in the morning and desperately needed some water. When I went downstairs dad was passed out on the couch. I tried to be quiet, and got my water, walking back in the room and looking at him. I could see him breathing, but there was no response to me in the room. I walked over to him and touched his arm, but he didn’t respond. I was worried at first, but then I looked at his crotch. I remember thinking that I loved him and wanted him to know it. I wanted to wake him up and tell him how much I loved him, but I didn’t. I went to walk away, and then my curiosity got the better of me.

I went over to him and unzipped his pants.