No Regrets

This is part 6. You'll probably want to read the others before this one, as it is a continuing story with references to the other five.

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"Yes, the replay," he said, his brow furrowing as his gaze shifted to his wife. "He doesn't know?"

"No, honey," she replied, shaking her head slowly in time with the response. "In all fairness, this just happened today; there wasn't a good time to tell him."

It made sense. I felt like I was being directed because I was. Lie here, sit there. That must be the area covered by the camera. I looked around the room but noticed nothing obvious.

"Don't see anything? Let me help you," Mom offered. "The bear your father won for me at the carnival?"

It had been there for years, on the waist-high cherry chest of drawers to the right of the bed. I had never given it a second thought. I stood up and walked towards it, still naked, my now flaccid penis swaying with each step. As I drew near, I examined the stuffed animal. It was eighteen inches tall, brown, with black eyes and a black nose, and dressed in a tuxedo-like shirt with a black bow tie. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.

"Look at the top button of his shirt," my mother prompted.

I leaned closer, and there it was. It looked like the other three buttons at a distance, but upon closer inspection, it was a small lens.

"Wow, I'd never have noticed!" I exclaimed, marveling at the camera's disguise. "Are there more?"

"Yes," Kate responded, standing up and taking over like a flight attendant pointing out emergency exits.

"There are five altogether--the bear pointed at the bed from the right, and the smoke detector gives you an aerial view of the bed, from head to foot and five feet to either side," she said, a finger pointing upward toward the device on the ceiling.

I glanced up at the detector on the bedroom's high white ceiling, about even with the foot of the bed. It looked like a normal functioning smoke detector, a red light blinking periodically.

"Then, the picture on the wall," she continued, motioning to an abstract framed print opposite the dresser, "giving a view from the left side of the room. There is one in the center top button in the headboard, and last but not least, my favorite is the vanity mirror, allowing an angle from the foot of the bed or a close-up of whoever is sitting in front of it."

"How long have the cameras been there?" I asked, still taken aback.

"Well, several years now," my father interjected. "We upgraded them recently. Technology is just growing by leaps and bounds. These are smaller, have much better picture quality, and are wireless."

He grabbed the TV remote, flicked the power on, and switched the source to HDMI3. My mother simultaneously picked up her phone, and after a few swipes and clicks, we were on the TV in five of six equally proportioned squares. The picture was clear and crisp. I looked around from camera to camera and wondered what had been captured on them over the years.

"Stevie, I know this is a lot to take in," Mom said, a hint of concern in her voice. "Is there anything you want to talk about? Do you have any questions?"

I thought to myself for a few seconds. Sure, there were questions. How could there not be? My life was "normal" on Friday if there had been such a thing. By Monday afternoon, I had fucked my sister, then my mother, and then had a four-way with both my parents and Kate. To top that all off, cameras were filming everything in their bedroom. It was a lot to grapple with. One thing was for sure: this would take some getting used to. But really, I was OK with it all, more than OK. I was having the time of my life if I was being honest. I felt I should get a few things out of the way for appearance's sake.

"I can think of a couple," I said with a measured voice. "Are there any more cameras hiding around here?"

"No," Dad said quickly, chuckling. "We installed them in here, but that's it. We had considered putting them in several other places but were hesitant since they are communal areas. Of course, we may revisit that now; there is space for a sixth, as you can see."

"My only other question is for now is.........Um,.......how does this all work?"

"Well, it just does," Mom explained. "There aren't many rules, but respect and courtesy are important. Sex is fun, and the things we do are enjoyable. If everyone is on the same page, you can do whatever you want when you feel like it. We have been careful and responsible. We do not share our experiences with those outside our group. We expect you to do the same. Pretty easy, isn't it?"

I mulled it over for a second or two. It seemed straightforward. I could ask a dozen more questions off the top of my head, but keeping it short seemed to be the best thing for now. I could always get details from Kate later, which would be much easier.

"Sure, I can do that," I replied with a slow nod.

Standing up, my mother walked toward the bathroom.

"Great, I'm glad this all worked out," she sighed with relief. "There is always a little nervousness associated with something like this. You never know how people will react. Just remember, you can talk to us about anything, I mean anything."

"I'm fine with it, really," I said with a smile. "It's just going to take a little getting used to, but I'll keep that in mind."

"We all need a shower, so if you'll excuse us," Dad said, standing up, which Kate and I took as a cue our cue to break things up for now.

My sister stood up, and we headed into the corridor. As my parent's door closed, Kate approached me from behind, tapping me on the shoulder as I walked toward my bedroom.

"What's up?" I asked in a whisper, turning to face her.

"They aren't taking a shower right now," she said quietly, "Dad wants to watch the video of you fucking Mom. I'm surprised they didn't ask you to stay so he could see it live."

With that, my sister disappeared into her room.

I went in, flopped onto my bed, and fell asleep. Once awake, I rolled over to look at the clock. Realizing a few hours had passed, I got up, showered and dressed, then headed downstairs.

It was business as usual. Dad was in the living room watching the news. Mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and it smelled great.

"Stevie, how do you feel?" my mother asked as I approached her from behind.

"I feel great. It has been a long day. What is for dinner?" I inquired, peering into the skillet on the stove and seeing what looked like ground beef browning.

"It's Taco Tuesday, but on a Monday, honey! Everything should be ready in a half hour or so. Your sister is out by the pool."

I walked out through the glass sliders, and Kate was sitting in one of the loungers, wearing the suit from earlier. She turned her head toward me slightly to watch as I neared.

"Hi, Steve. What's up?"

"Nothing much," I replied, sitting beside my sister. "I think I'll kick it back here with you till dinner is ready."

Kate gave me a somewhat concerned look.

"You know, Steve, if you need anything or have any questions, you can always talk to me. I was in your same position a few years back."

Kate was smart and knew that while I was outwardly saying everything was OK, I still had questions.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," I said, half-smiling. "It's a little adjustment, that's all. I'm sure we'll talk later; I'm just trying to get my head around everything first."

"You are going to be just fine, little brother," Kate said with a grin. "Anyone with a dick like yours always is."

Kate and I laughed and made small talk until Mom called us in for dinner, but we did not talk about sex or what had happened earlier.

We ate and cleaned up after, and I excused myself and retreated to my room to think. I weighed the pros and cons of this newfound situation and what it all meant. There was only one con I could think of: What would people outside our family say if they found out? The pros, well, seemed endless.

In those couple of hours, I concluded that I loved my sister and my parents and that we all enjoyed what we did together, and that gave us a connection that few families would ever have. While inappropriate, the taboo angle brought an entirely new dimension to the sexual equation, one that I thoroughly enjoyed. I fell into a deep sleep and awoke the next morning well-rested and ready for whatever lay ahead.

The next few days went by quickly. Tuesday was uneventful. On Wednesday morning, Kate and I fucked in the bathroom before she left for the day to hang out with friends. Thursday afternoon, my mother gave me a blowjob in her office while alternating between business calls, which I found to be quite the turn-on. Other than that, everyone was going about their business. It was not like fucking was going on 24/7; that would be absurd. I was slowly finding my footing, becoming more comfortable with this new situation as the days passed.

Then came Friday.

I cleaned my room, played a few video games, and went for a swim as the sun began to set. Kate stopped by the pool to let me know she was going out for the night, and my parents had left to go to dinner and a movie earlier, leaving me home alone.

I paddled around the pool a little longer and jumped off the diving board several times, doing flips and cannonballs. Then I heard a voice come from the Smith's backyard.

"Hello? Steve? Is that you?"

It was Lamar and DeSean's mother.

"Yes, Ms. Ashley," I answered, moving toward the pool's edge. "How are you tonight?"

I reached the side of the pool and started to climb out.

"I'm fine, Steve; how are you?"

"Good, I'm just taking a dip in the pool," I replied, sitting on one of the benches, a pool of water forming at my feet. "My parents went to dinner, and Kate left for the evening. What's up?"

"If you're free for a bit, could you help me move some things around in the house?" she inquired. "I'm so bored with everything the way it is, and with the boys gone for the weekend, I'd like to change things up a little."

I thought for a second. I did not have anything planned, so why not?

"Sure, I just need to go up and change first, then I'll be over."

I grabbed my towel and began to dry off.

"You have a swimsuit on, don't you? Just throw a shirt on and come over. That should be fine. I don't want to put you out; it won't take long. The front door will be unlocked; just come on in."

I had always liked Ms. Ashley. She was one of the cooler moms in the neighborhood. She went through a tough time when she and Fred, her Ex, split up. I remember my parents spending a lot of time next door, being there for her during the divorce and its aftermath. We have only seen Fred occasionally since then, usually when he comes to get the boys for the weekends that he has them. He never really said much to us anymore, just mumbling "Hello" or "How's it going?" if he even got out of his car.

I picked up the t-shirt from the chase, threw it over my head, and headed next door.

I arrived at the front door, grasped the brass knob, gave it a turn, and pushed it open.

"I'm in the living room, Steve," I heard her say. I walked through the foyer and around the corner. Ms. Ashley stood there, her back to me, looking around.

My friend's mother was about five foot six inches tall and weighed about one hundred forty pounds. She wore faded red shorts and a white tank top that contrasted with her medium-brown skin. She had black hair long enough to touch her shoulders, which was straightened and parted to one side.

My eyes couldn't help but move quickly to her ass before she turned around. It was bigger than my mother's or sisters, and those tight shorts accented her butt to perfection. She cocked her head slightly in my direction, looking over her left shoulder.

"So, this is what I'm thinking. I want to move everything around. Maybe the couch over there," pointing a finger across the room, "and the easy chair for starters. I don't know how much we can do with the TV on the wall because it can't move, so the layout must revolve around that. What do you think?"

The living room furniture had been in the same position for years, so it was due for a little makeover. I looked around the room. There were six or seven large pieces: a sofa, easy chairs, cabinets, end tables, and a coffee table.

"That sounds good, Ms. Ashley. Let's try some stuff out and see what we come up with."

"I like how you think!" she said, moving towards the sofa. "Let's do the couch first, and Steve...... drop that Ms. Ashley stuff. You're a grown man now; it's Ashley."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said with a laugh.

I moved to one end of the couch and her to the other. Reaching down to grab the arm of the sofa, I looked up. I noticed her nipples pressing against the material of her shirt, protruding slightly. Was she not wearing a bra?

I had never noticed anything like that before, and those huge melons had been something I had paid quite a bit of attention to over the years. Easily larger than my mothers or sisters, they were the size of a good cantaloupe. I'd always wondered if they were fake because they seemed so perfect. Sometimes, when she was over at our house for a swim, I'd excuse myself and go up to my room to jerk off, looking out my window at her. Not an option now; I just enjoyed the view I was afforded.

Ashley bent down to pick up her end of the sofa, my eyes still riveted to her chest. I was rewarded with a beautiful view of cleavage, her tits swaying inside the shirt, and also further confirmation that there was indeed no bra. I adjusted my eyes upwards in case she looked up, not wanting to be busted ogling my friend's mother's breasts.

"Ready?' she said, eyes moving up to meet mine.

We lifted and moved the large brown leather couch about six feet. We continued the same way for the next twenty-five minutes, accessing current and possible locations as we rearranged. We were thinking more than moving, but I didn't care.

"Would you like a beer?"

She was already drinking a glass of wine, so I said sure. Disappearing into the kitchen, Ashley returned, handing me the beer. I took a swig and set it on one of the end tables.

Another twenty minutes and we stopped again.

"So far, so good, I'd say," my neighbor offered with a nod of approval. "What do you think?

"It looks nice," I agreed. "I'm sure Lamar and DeSean and they will be surprised when they return," I joked.

Part of the joke was we had moved many things around, but in the end, most of them were back where they had started. A recliner, coffee table, and the couch had been repositioned, but that was about it.

"I think we have done enough for now," Ashley declared, walking toward the back door, opening the sliding door, and onto the deck. "Let's take a little break. I don't know about you, but I think the hot tub is a wonderful idea. Care to join me?"

We had all been in their jacuzzi together over the years, so it didn't seem that strange to me, but this somehow felt different. I'd never been in it alone with someone else's mother, but it also meant I would see her in a bathing suit up close, so I was not passing the opportunity up.

"Sure, that sounds great," I said, following her lead.

Once outside, I helped pull the cover from the brownish-tan spa. We set it aside, and Ashley turned a dial. I heard a swoosh, and the water began to bubble. It was an above-ground tub with seating like the dial of a clock at 12, 3, 6, and 9, with two people in each position. She dipped a finger in, assessing the temperature.

"Just the way I like it," she said playfully, downing the quarter-filled wine glass in one gulp and extending it towards me. "Would you fill this up? Get yourself another beer if you'd like."

I turned away, heading back into the house. Once in the kitchen, I opened the fridge, took the wine bottle, poured her another glass of deep red Merlot, grabbed a cold beer, and walked back out to the deck.

Ashley was already in the water up to her neck when I walked back, her shorts and T-shirt in a pile on the deck.

"This feels wonderful," she cooed. "You're going to love it!"

OK. Stop--think. If the events of the past few days had taught me anything, it was that anything was possible. Was this happening? My friend's mother was inviting me into her hot tub, and from what I could tell, she either set a world record for changing into a bathing suit or was naked. I paused momentarily, re-running the events leading up to this back in my mind. As I had done with my mother days earlier, I was looking for some defining clue, not wanting to misread the situation. Her voice snapped me back to reality.

"Steve? Steve? Are you coming in?"

I looked into her eyes as she lifted a hand from the water, extending an index finger, moving it back and forth, inviting me to join her. I walked over to the spa, set the glass of wine within reach, and twisted the top off my beer. Setting it next to the wine glass, I lifted one leg over the side and then the other, sliding into the seat across from her.

"How does it feel, Steve? Is it too hot?" she said in a seductive tone.

I moved slightly, adjusting myself underneath the water.

"Um....no....it feels great," I replied. I immediately felt silly saying that, but that was the first thing that popped into my head.

She sat up slightly, leaning forward and exposing the top of her floating chest, nipples remaining just under the surface. This corroborated my suspicions that she was without swimwear.

"You know.....," she began, locking eyes with me. "You would feel even better if you didn't have that suit on."

I looked nervously to the side. This was a defining clue, but I played along, acting as if I was unaware of her intentions.

"Are... you sure that's OK? I said, stammering slightly.

"Baby, we are just two people relaxing together. There is no one around; enjoy yourself. It will be more relaxing that way. You'll thank me later."

She had never called me baby before. I reached slowly for my trunk's waistband, inserting my fingers and tugging them down and off. I tossed the suit over the edge and onto the deck. I looked up into those big brown eyes, a smile on Ashley's face now.

"Well, that was easy," she remarked, "So, tell me, do you have plans this summer? Your mother says you are taking a year off to explore life and find yourself. What have you found out so far?"

"I haven't done much yet, but I want to travel a little, see some of the country, that sort of thing."

We talked about random neighborhood stuff and random bullshit for a few minutes, and then I felt her leg brush up against mine and then slide back down and up again. A single action could be incidental contact, but this was deliberate caressing. I was enjoying the game she was playing. Then, out of the blue, she leaned towards me.

"Steve?" she whispered. "Do you want to see what's under this water?"

We had arrived at the fork in the road. Strange as it might seem, my sister and then my mother were one thing; it was my family, if that makes any sense. There was no one to get upset with my father, who was an active participant, too. My friend's mother somehow had a different undertone to it. What would Lamar and DeSean say if they knew? They had been my friends since we were little kids.

I felt I should voice my only real concern, although, at this point, I'm not sure it mattered.

"Um, what about Lamar and DeSean?" I queried. "What would they say if they found out?

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them," she said, "They won't be an issue."

That was an odd way to say they wouldn't find out. Then, suddenly, my train of thought was interrupted. Ashley, still underwater, moved to the seat adjoining mine and put her arm around me, catching me off guard.

I could feel a boob press against my side and then a leg making contact with mine again. I felt a stirring in my midsection as I became aroused, my dick reacting to the touch of this striking woman. Then, she rose and turned to face me, now fully exposed.