To say that my family was unique would be an understatement.
I was sitting in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine and watching golf on TV. I could hear Debbie, my wife of twenty-four years, moaning her approval from the bedroom. I knew full well that she was getting laid at that moment. I was also fully aware of the fact that she was in the master bedroom with our nineteen year old son, Dylan.
Even though I was still deeply in love with Debbie - and I knew she was still deeply in love me with - and even though we still enjoyed a healthy sex-life with each other, my wife and I had a very open relationship. Over the many years of our being together, we'd both taken advantage of our attitudes regarding sex, to step outside of the marriage and take a lover.
The fact that my wife had taken our son as her latest lover didn't faze me in the slightest. In truth I felt it was great for Dylan's confidence, which he'd always been lacking in to begin with. I knew Debbie would be loving, affectionate, and laud him with praise.
Weeks before Debbie took our son to our bed, I had dealt him a bit of a blow to his ego. Dylan had never been a real ladies man. He didn't date much in high school, and didn't have a girlfriend even after starting college. In fact, Dylan did seem to have a bit of a crush on one of our daughter's friends.
Every time Monique had been over at our house for a visit, Dylan would moon over her something fierce. Unfortunately, for him, Monique paid him no interest whatsoever. The truth of the matter was, whenever Tiffany - my daughter - wasn't around, Monique would flirt with me a great deal. Being a forty-seven year old man, I certainly wasn't going to stop a cute eighteen year old, with a great body from flirting with me.
I had just taken it all in stride and considered it harmless. Until one night, I was giving Monique a lift home, when she really put the moves on me. I ended up finding a secluded place to park, and ended up fucking my daughter's eighteen year old friend in the back-seat.
A few days after that, Monique was over at our house again, only this time no one else was there but me. I was fucking this little hottie once again, when Dylan came home unexpectedly and saw us together. I knew it had bummed him out to no end, so I told Debbie about what had happened.
She had told me that she'd known Dylan seemed to be in a bit more somber mood, and now knew why. Debbie added that she might be able to help Dylan get out of this funk, and I knew exactly what she meant.
Even though Debbie was forty-five years old, she was still a very attractive, and sexy lady. She was about five foot six, with a little bit of extra weight on her hips and backside than when we'd first got married. Still, she looked outstanding naked. She had wonderful C-cup tits that hadn't sagged much over the years, which impressed me no end, since Debbie went braless often. She kept her hair dyed in it's original brown shade, and wore it long, It would frame her still very beautiful face and highlight her magnetic blue eyes.
So Debbie had taken it upon herself to lift our son's spirits. Every chance she had, she'd let Dylan get a glimpse of her naked. Eventually the kid's hormones took over and he couldn't help but look and want to see more. It may have been his mother, but she was still a naked woman.
Knowing that he was watching her, Debbie got more bold. As she did, our son became more bold himself as Debbie had teased him so much he couldn't help himself. She told me she caught him whacking off while looking at her, and that was all she needed to get him into our bed.
Since my wife and our son had become lovers, I noticed a bit more spring in Dylan's step. It had definitely helped his confidence. I was happy that I was able to help his confidence as well, by telling him that I was completely okay with it all. Dylan was totally surprised by that, and expressed a great deal of shock. But I convinced him by telling him that it was a wonderful way for him to deal with his sexual energy. I added that being with his mother was also a more loving environment for him, and he wouldn't have to worry about getting some girl his own age 'in trouble'. Still sensing some doubt in him, I also told Dylan that I was getting too old to satisfy his mother's sexual appetites, so it was good that she found him as an outlet. I further added that it was probably a better experience for him, being with his mother, than it would have been with Monique.
"She's not as good as she thinks she is," I had told him with a smile.
"Then why do you keep fucking her?" he asked.
"She's eighteen," I shrugged. "I'm forty-seven. You don't say 'no' to that. Ever."
That made my son laugh.
Both Debbie and I felt it was important for Dylan to know that I was supportive of their new relationship. That way he could fully appreciate the experience, without having to worry about what might happen if 'dad found out'.
The truth of the matter was that it would have been near impossible for them to have continued this relationship without me finding out about it. Granted, because I knew from the outset, Debbie didn't feel the need to be too discreet. Still, there was enough care taken to ensure that Tiffany didn't find out about them. While both Debbie and I were completely open about things, and had drawn Dylan into our little circle of 'depravity', there was no need to bring our daughter into things.
So on this Saturday, while Tiffany was out shopping with friends, I sat there watching golf, while my son and wife fucked in my bedroom.
I heard Debbie's wails of pleasure reach a crescendo, then soften to soft whimpers, and I knew that Dylan has just filled his mother's pussy with his cum.
A few minutes later, I saw Dylan exit the bedroom and head to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as Debbie exited the bedroom, still fully naked. She had her robe in her hand, but only tossed it onto the couch and sat on it as she reached for a cigarette.
"Do you mind if I have a sip?" she asked with a gesture to my wine glass as she lit her cigarette.
I smiled at her. "Did you have his cock in your mouth?" I asked wryly.
Debbie smiled back at me. "Yes," she giggled.
"Then you can finish it," I said as I stood up. "I'll get myself another."
"You're such a dear," she called after me playfully. "Jesus," she exhaled heavily after taking a sip. "That kid can fuck like a beast."
"It certainly sounded like you were enjoying yourself," I chuckled as I returned to the sofa. "And I know you. You don't embellish."
"Well hell," Debbie smiled as she took another puff of her cigarette. "What's the point? I want to get off too. If I wail and moan and you guys aren't doing a good job, that only encourages poor performance."
"I know," I smiled. I recalled back to the first time Debbie and I had sex years ago. We were in a forest not far from where we lived. We'd found a clearing and laid out a blanket and got naked. The next few hours were filled with Debbie giving me constant direction of what to do and how to do it, to give her the most pleasure. I was only too happy to follow her lead, because I wanted her to feel as good as I did.
******
A few hours later, Dylan was off to work, while Debbie was out in the backyard tanning in a bikini.
I was in the kitchen when Tiffany got home. She joined me in the kitchen, and when she saw her mother outside, she glared at me.
"What did I do?" I asked in a resigned tone.
Tiffany looked over her shoulder towards her mother, then back to me. "You fucked Monique?" she asked incredulously, albeit in a low tone.
I winced slightly then smiled. "Oh that," I replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Jesus dad," she shook her head.
"Sorry," I shrugged. "But she's of age, and she was into it."
"Yeah I know," Tiffany almost snorted. "She's a slut with daddy-issues."
"This is YOUR friend we're talking about here?" I asked, somewhat surprised by how my daughter had referred to Monique.
"We've been friends for years," Tiffany sighed. "I like her and all, but god she drives me nuts sometimes."
"Little things like fucking your father?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Top of the list," Tiffany replied sarcastically. She glanced over her shoulder at her mother once more. "I mean, I'm used to all the 'your dad is hot' stuff," she sighed. "Not just from Monique but from all my friends."
"Sorry," I shrugged.
"Like hell you are," Tiffany smiled at me. "I know you love the attention. I just can't believe you'd actually fuck Monique. What if mom finds out?"
"Your mother already knows," I said matter-of-factly. "Speaking of, how did you find out?"
"She told me," Tiffany replied flatly as she folded her arms under her breasts.
"Just like that?" I asked. "In between 'I like these shoes' and 'where are we going to eat in the food court?'."
"My phone died," Tiffany sighed. "So, while Monique was in a change room, I grabbed hers. And," she glanced over her shoulder again. "I found that she's been sending you naked selfies saying how she looks forward to having your cock inside her again," Tiffany's voice was almost lowered to a whisper.
I whispered back in a mocking tone. "Your mother already knows!"
"And she's okay with it?" she asked in an astonished tone.
"Yes," I shrugged. "In fact, your mother has also taken herself a younger lover lately. And, I'm okay with that."
Tiffany sighed and shook her head. "You guys are weird."
"You don't know the half of it young lady," I chuckled.
"Believe me dad," Tiffany chided me as she headed to her room. "I'm getting an education."
******
Debbie leaned down and kissed me passionately after riding me to a thunderous orgasm. We our lips parted, my phone buzzed. She giggled at looked down at me.
"Another nude selfie from little Monique?" she asked with a smile as she crawled off of me and lay down next to me.
"Oh probably," I sighed. "By the way. Tiffany knows."
"Oh god," Debbie chuckled as she nestled up next to me and pulled the covers over our bodies. "How did that go over?"
"Not as bad as you'd think," I said as I put an arm around Debbie's shoulder. "I told her you already knew, so all was good. The upside is our daughter thinks we're weird."
"Well let's see," Debbie giggled. "I got laid twice today. First by my son, and then by my husband. You're getting naked selfies from our daughter's eighteen year old friend. I don't think 'weird' even comes close to it."
******
Two weeks later Debbie and I attended our daughter's high school graduation ceremony.
When I gave Tiffany a congratulatory hug afterwards I noticed something. "What's going on here?"
Tiffany bit her lower lip and smiled at me. She leaned and whispered into my ear: "I'm naked underneath my robe."
"Excuse me?" I asked quietly.
"Monique dared me," Tiffany shrugged. "She's doing the same thing."
I glanced over and saw Monique hugging her father. He seemed to notice the same thing I did, but didn't seem to question his daughter about it as I had.
"By the way," Tiffany whispered to me. "Girl's washroom on the second floor. Monique will be there in ten minutes."
I smiled at my daughter and shook my head. "And you say I'm weird."
