Confidence.

I watched them through the open door of the bathroom, my bathroom. They were in the shower, Id found them here before. Steam filled the room, and through the fogged glass door of the shower I could only see their silhouettes, shadows of was taking place. My wife, Mary, was sitting on the small ledge inside, leaning forward, the blurry shape of her head intersecting with his crotch.

“Fuck ya mom, that’s so good! I’m totally gonna cum!”

My son, Ryan, placed the shape of his hand on the back of his mother’s head, urging her on. I faintly heard a pleasing moan from my wife. She never gave me head any more. My groin ached, I hated when it did that, getting aroused by what I was seeing, it was jealous of the attention my wife gave him. I adjusted myself and turned and quietly walked out. Heading down the hall I heard the sudden orgasmic groaning from my son as he filled his mother’s mouth with warm semen. I got back in my car and drove off.

I pulled into a near by grocery store parking lot and sat there. I began playing a sudoku app on my phone while listening to the radio. I had another hour and a half to wait, I’d left work early again, hoping to catch them. I don’t know why I did this to myself, ‘hoping to catch them’, I usually did, and all it accomplishes is making me feel bad. I’m not a cuckold, this wasn’t a fetish of mine. I just kept hoping that I was wrong, like one day I’d witness her rebuff him and come to me. Or that I’d catch them in the act and actually have the strength to confront them. But after this long, if I hadn’t done it yet, there was little chance that I’d suddenly grow a set of balls and do anything about it.

I first saw them together over a year ago, on valentines day of all times. I planned to come home early and surprise her. I quietly crept in the house with a bouquet of flowers and was immediately greeted by the sounds of sex. My wife having an affair was something I never thought possible, but once I heard her unmistakable voice calling out..

“God YES! Don’t stop sweetie, don’t stop fucking me!”

My heart sank. I was trembling with anger, already planning the divorce. I snuck through the house looking for them, following the smacking of flesh into the kitchen. Mary was on the table, laying on her back, dress pushed up past her waist, legs in the air, ankles resting on Ryan’s shoulders. He was standing at the end of the table, shirt off, pants around his ankles, his hands holding on to his mother’s hips while his thighs slapped violently against her buttocks.

The feeling of anger transformed into bewilderment. I didn’t know what to do so I slinked back out of the house, got in my car and just drove around. I finally returned at my expected time to find a home and family the way they should be. Ryan was on the couch watching TV, Mary was making dinner, the table she had just been screwed on was already set. I handed her the flowers and she kissed me on the cheek… shortly after I got there, my daughter Stacy came walking in from cheerleading practice, completing our picturesque family. I didn’t say a thing… My wife and I even made love that night, it was valentines day after all.

I spent weeks debating what I should do. This was an open and shut case for divorce, but a divorce meant family and friends asking questions that I was afraid to answer… So I stayed quiet, suffering in silence while I tried to figure this out, but this stalling meant that I was allowing my wife and son to continue their illicit sexual affair. Since that first discovery I’ve caught them in the act dozens of times, in all corners of the house, even in the back yard. I’ve endured hearing them utter the most disturbing things while in the throes of passion.

“Yes, Fuck your mommy!”

“Mom do you like your baby boy’s cock?”

“That’s it, hurry and cum before your father gets home.”

I blamed myself for my own misery. If I didn’t have the grit to stop it then I shouldn’t be complaining, or at least have the commonsense to abstain from seeing them, and avoid causing myself more grief. But I kept doing it, coming home early from work, making up errands to go do and then sneaking back.. I knew what they were doing, but for some reason I had to see it… but then seeing it only confirmed what I already knew! And all I accomplished was to feel even worse. A few months into this, things got unexpectedly more complicated.

It was a weekend, and Mary was at the salon with some girlfriends. I was outside working on the yard, something I actually liked doing. We had a large ranch style home with more than an acre of beautifully manicured grass.. thanks to yours truly. We had landscapers that minded the hedges and flower beds, but I took care of the grass, a chore that was made enjoyable by my high end ride on lawn mower. I completed the front yard, casually finishing off a couple beers in the process, and pulled the mower up to a large storage shed to refill it with gas. While I stood there I looked up and admired my work, it was an over cast summer day, warm but not hot, prefect for doing yard work. My eyes slid along the house and stopped at the sight of movement. I could see Ryan through a window, but that wasn’t his room, it was Stacy’s. Naturally I no longer trusted him and moved closer to investigate.

I made a wide arch through the yard to avoid detection, then snuck along the side of the house. I watched my footing as I approached the window, careful not to make any noise. The curtains were partly closed but it was enough for me to peer inside. Ryan was kneeling on the edge of Stacy’s bed with his back partially towards me. His shorts were pulled down to his knees, revealing his bare ass. His shirt was pulled up in the front, holding it there with his chin pining it to his chest. He had his sister on the bed, positioned on all fours. Her head was down on the mattress with her face turned away from me. She was wearing a tank top that had slid down her body and was bunched up around her neck revealing her exceptionally heavy tits swaying underneath her (a blessing from her mother). Her shorts were also pulled down to her knees, with her ass lifted up to meet her brother’s pounding. From my angle I could only see it each time he pulled back, but it was tight and round, the thing you’d expect to find underneath a cheerleader’s skirt. He was screwing her hard and fast, clearly trying to finish before I or his mother walked in on them. He started to cum, Lifting his head up with his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. I watched through his final jerking thrusts, and then as his body shook when he blew his load inside her. ‘Thank God she’s on birth control’ I thought to myself as I turned and walked back to finish my yard.

I began catching Ryan having sex with Stacy with almost the same regularity as I did with Mary. They had different means than he did with his mother. He was alone with my wife every weekday from the time he got home till the time I did. But with my daughter it was purely a game of opportunity.

Sometimes they made those opportunities, like him offering to give her a ride to her friend’s house… it sounded innocent, but I now knew nothing about their relationship was innocent anymore.. So one time I made up an excuse to go out, I said I needed to run back to the office because I forgot something. I pulled into a neighbors driveway a block away and then waited for his car to go by.