Family Ties - the Offer

Author's Note: This is part 3 of the Family-Ties series. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real-life people is coincidental. This purely fictional story contains descriptions of incest and consensual bondage. You might want to skip this one if you aren't into that. To everyone else, enjoy!

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To everybody's surprise, Dad came home early today, a few hours after I had discovered the video.

It had been a slow day in the restaurant, so he had tasked his older staff with managing the rest of the day. This meant that Dad was stretched out on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon.

My sis Cathy was in her room doing Cathy-Stuff, and Mom was doing chores around the house.

I passed Dad to return to my room from the fridge. He was watching a series on TV and didn't seem to notice me.

After sitting in my room for a while, putting clothes in my wardrobe, I heard my dad come upstairs and go to their bedroom next door, and the computer turned on.

I remembered the title of their threesome video with Andrew. Was that just Dad trying to give the video a fancy title, or was it meant for me?

There was no immediate reaction audible in the next room, so I internally shrugged the topic off. I calmed down, closed my door, turned on some music, and lay on my bed.

My mind was still circling about the sexy encounters with my Mom. Images passed before my inner eye, and an internal thought process started.

"When it's just two people with the same special interests enjoying themselves, what could be so wrong about it? It's not like I want to date Mom or, weirdly, am in love with her now she had my dick in her mouth. I just think she's fucking hot! Things can be simply sexual. But what about if Cathy found out, and mostly, what would Dad say?"

Panic started to creep its way up my stomach again.

"Would he get angry? Would he kick me out of the house?"

I tossed and turned for a while, drifting between my tied-up Mom and worries about Dad.

"Diner is ready! "Mom shouted from downstairs.

"Coming! "I returned.

I opened the door to go downstairs, still busy in my thoughts.

Dad grabbed my arm with his big hand. I saw my life flash before my eyes.

"Bernhard, come talk to me for a second," Dad said in his deep voice.

"What's up, Dad?" I said, planning my new life in Mexico already.

"I've seen the pictures you took of your mother, and I know you're watching my files on my account," he said to me in a calm demeanor.

"Maybe Greenland would probably be a more suitable location to start a new life," I went on in my thoughts.

"Don't worry, son, I'm not mad at you," he added in the same soothing voice.

I felt my temples pulsate, and my hearing slowly returned with a tinnitus-like whistle fading into silence as I stared past Dad.

"Hey!" Dad snapped his fingers before my eyes, "Are you with me?"

My eyes turned to meet his. "Erm... yes, Dad. I... What?"

"I know you had encounters with Mom, and I saw the pictures you took of her in your room. I know you copied her lingerie pictures and that you saw our video with Andrew while she gave you a blowjob. Honestly, son, I set that computer up; you think I'll let my son roam it completely unsupervised?" he repeated and looked at me in disbelief.

"But anyway, Mom is insatiable when it comes to her sex drive. She told me she fantasized about this with you, and as you know now, after you've seen our video with Andrew. I don't mind when your mother has sexual adventures with other men every now and then. This includes you". Dad said, returning to his calm voice and facial expression.

I understood his words but struggled to grasp the turn of events.

"You mean you're not angry? And I don't get to see the Greenland in Winter?" I brabbled on, still recovering from the shock and focusing on staying conscious.

"What on earth are you talking about, son? Have you found my smoking utensils, too?"

Dad asked, raising his eyebrow.

"What?" I said.

"What?" Dad asked as we faced each other in confusion.

"Calm yourself, Bernhard, I know this might be a lot to take in for a man your age. I remember when I was 18. Man, all I could think of was how I could get my dick into the next pussy. Besides, your Mom and I don't feel jealous like most people. We love each other to death, but we don't need sexual exclusivity. On the contrary, we get a kick out of it when it's not just the two of us or seeing each other with other people."

Dad elaborated and went on,

"Your Mom is insatiable, as I mentioned. She always has been since I met her. And you know me, the restaurant is my life. Your Mom supports me in living this dream of having a family and my restaurant. She takes care of the house and looks after your Sister and yourself. In return, I support her so she doesn't have to worry about money, and I let her live out her sexuality as she desires it. All are happy. I get to make my little photos and videos, sometimes I get to fuck another pussy, and sometimes I like to watch other men use your Mom".

I nodded and took his words in.

"You guys coming or what?" I heard my Sister yell from downstairs.

"Let's talk some more after dinner, okay?". Dad concluded and moved towards the stairs.

"We're coming". Dad replied to my Sister.

Dinner was nice. Mom made pasta, and we ate and talked about our weeks. Cathy spoke about the university, Mom told Dad about her garden activities and some financial things concerning the restaurant, and Dad told funny anecdotes about some guests he had in the past.

I would mostly listen to their conversations but sometimes zone out of the situation and imagine the possibilities it would offer if I were to get free reign to discover my kinks with Mom and not have to worry about destroying our family in the process.

"Does Mom fantasize about fucking me too? Would she let me take photos of it if we did or even videotape it? Would she suck my dick while tied up again?" I thought while letting my imagination get the better of me.

Mom looked over to me, "You're awfully quiet this evening.".

"I'm just exhausted from the week," I answered inconspicuously while my thoughts got pulled away from imagining her lips around my cock.

"That's okay, hun. Just relax for today. Monday is coming soon enough. Oh, by the way, I will be all tied up this week and won't be able to bring you to training," Mom said with a subtle wink in my direction.

"Oh... Th... that's okay." I managed to stutter as I felt my dick touch my boxers under the table.

"I will drive with a team-mate anyway." I went on while recovering from hearing my Mom say it his way.

I noticed a grin on Dad's face in the corner of my eye.

When dinner ended, we put our dishes in the washer and the rest of the food in the fridge. Mom and Dad went to sit in the garden while Cathy returned to her room. I went up to my parents' bedroom to play some computer games.

A few moments later, Dad returned to the upper floor and entered the master bedroom.

"What are you playing?" He asked to start a conversation.

"Just some racing game," I said while finishing the setup of my virtual car.

"Here!" Dad said while throwing a magazine on the keyboard.

"What's that?" I asked while picking it up quickly, as I didn't want it to accidentally mess with my settings.

As I looked at it, my eyes opened wide in awe. The magazine was called Fetish Zone, and it had a woman shown from the backside in a thong and wearing handcuffs.

It had more writing on it, saying, "Biggest BDSM & Toy Collection. Next-day delivery and free shipping."

I was stunned and looked to Dad for an explanation.

"Your Mom told me to give it to you. Sounded like she wanted you to expand the collection for next weekend. Just put a mark next to the article in the order sheet on the back of it and send it by mail to the address on it. Don't worry about the price tags; I'll cover them. I will be out of town for two weeks starting next Friday, and it looks like you will get to take some more pictures with your Mom."

Dad said with a smirk on his face.

"And I must admit you do have a talent for this whole photography thing. Your pictures looked very professional and had me rock hard in seconds," Dad added proudly.

I could just nod, looking up and down the order catalog and back to Dad.

"Look, I don't care if your Mom acts out the kinks she has with you, son. To be honest, it was astonishing to see how much you came after me in regards to getting a kick out of tying up women. And from knowing how much your Mom gets turned on by getting restrained, it was honestly just a matter of time and age until you guys would interact sexually. It also turns me on a lot when I suddenly find picture evidence of it. So, as long as you keep making photos or videos of your encounters with your Mom, you have my blessing to explore your sexuality with her. Have fun, boy! And adjust the front bumpers some more for this track.", he said relaxed.

Dad gave me a tap on the back and made his way downstairs.

I sat there like an idiot at first. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself to ensure I wasn't asleep and dreaming all this.

"Not a dream," I muttered and started browsing the catalog.

It had everything! Various selections of ropes, cuffs, gags, clamps, whips, plugs, vibrators, lingerie, and even whole furniture where somebody could be restrained.

Glued to the pages, I turned off the computer and took the catalog to my room.

I searched for a pen to start my order.

***

It was Friday evening. Dad had just left for his two-week trip to secure a new supplier for his restaurant. Cathy was in her room working on a paper for Uni, and Mom was making herself ready in the bathroom.

The package with my order had arrived last Wednesday. I had thoroughly inspected its contents and meticulously studied its appliances. I was going through what rooms I could use for which scenes.

There was the garden with the big tree and the lounge, the living room with the long and sturdy diner table in the back, and my Sister's room, which was quite spacious compared to mine.

I had specifically selected the room on the upper floor for roof support beam reasons, so I was never bothered by the fact that her room was so much bigger than mine.

In her room, she had a big metal bed with long poles on all four ends, which stood in the far corner on the left. She had decorated it with fairy lights around a few of the bars on the head and foot ends.

Probably because of being so sick of ballet, Cathy had lately redecorated her entire room. Most pink and flowery decorations, including her ballet pictures, had been removed, and her bed was replaced with a more mature frame as she described it. The walls of her room were now minimalisticly decorated and were all plain white, except for a single large panoramic canvas on the opposite wall of her bed. The canvas showed the scenery of a Mediterranean village and the ocean. She had built a chill-out zone on the floor underneath the poster with oversized pillows, plants, and some speakers hooked to her mp3 player.

In the other corners was a wardrobe with mirrors as doors and a plain desk with a metal chair. It was actually the perfect room to include in my shoot.

But the problem was Cathy was home, and she was going through a reset phase in her life. She had left her boyfriend during their trip to Italy a few weeks ago, quit ballet training, changed her clothing style, and stopped hanging out with her ballet friends. She was often in her room lately, listening to all sorts of different music.

Mom and I also talked about our encounters the other day. We cleared the air from any potential remorse and agreed we both enjoyed what transpired between us.

She mentioned the order from the catalog Dad had given me on her behalf and seemed very excited about the prospect of another shoot with more equipment at our disposal.

Mom didn't want to know what I had ordered so as not to spoil the surprise for herself, as she said. Mom also said, "Don't hold back," no matter what I had bought.

I had asked her to wear the same outfit from one of her lingerie pictures she took for Dad. The white lace body with the integrated garter belt and the matching white lace stockings.

We also talked about the Cathy-problem for the coming weekend, but she assured me she would be able to take care of it and that I shouldn't worry about my Sister being in the house.

I looked out the window from my room. The sun had just set, with the remaining dusk underlining the approaching night sky in a hue of red and orange colors. I turned from the window and looked at the new toys I had laid out on my bedroom floor behind me.

The black plastic bag from my parents' wardrobe was leaning on the beam in the middle of my room.

Next to it were two sets of metal nipple clamps. One set was connected by a thin, delicate silver chain. The other looked similar but had another delicate chain leading down from the middle of the chain connecting the clamps. The end of the extra chain was attached to a small black vibrator.

Next to the clamps were four butt plugs that increased in size from the left to the right. All plugs were made of stainless steel and had a round colorless gemstone attached to the back of it, which would stick out the rectum if applied.

Right below the plugs was an anal hook made out of silver metal. It had a round plug-like end where the hook extended from and a thin metal rod at the other end with a hole inside it so a rope could be pulled through.

I had also ordered another ballgag, but this one had a black ball and was attached to a harness that could be closed around the head.

Next to the harness were two ring gags, with different-sized rings attached to the black straps.

Below the ring gags was a pink U-shaped vibrator with two penis-shaped ends. One a bit bigger than the other. This could be inserted both vaginally and anally at the same time. It had a remote control to alter the vibration strength from one, low, to six, high.

I bought two more sets of nylon ropes, one in white and one in black. The sets consisted of eight ropes, each of different lengths. I neatly wrapped each of the ropes around itself and laid them out next to each other.

Below the ropes were two telescopic spreader bars with black leather cuffs attached to both ends. Both bars could also be attached with another telescopic bar, connecting them in the middle. The picture on the package it shipped with showed a woman strapped into it, forced into a doggy position.

To the left of the bars was a thin white collar with a metal ring attached, and right next to it was the same headband blindfold as the one in the bag, but this one was black.

Last but not least, I had ordered a black leather floppy paddle in addition to the riding crop from the bag and two trusty bandanas.

I knew Mom only had black or white lingerie next to her daily underwear in other colors. Going with the black-and-white color scheme for the articles would be a safe bet.

So, I also ordered the Bandanas, one in plain black and the other in white.

A black sports bag, two lube bottles, and scissors completed my set for the night.

With a big grin on my lips and my imagination running AWOL inside my head, I packed all my equipment, including the contents of the black plastic bag, into the spacious black sports bag.

I went into my parents' bedroom next door to grab the digital camera from my father's desk. I checked if it was sufficiently charged and grabbed the spare batteries for it, just in case. I added all of this to a side pocket of the bag.

With the sports bag in hand, I made my way downstairs, placed the bag in the living room, and sat down on the sofa. Mom said she would be ready at 8 p.m. It was now 7:45 p.m.

I turned on the TV and spread my feet on the coffee table. I was wearing comfy black shorts and a loose white T-shirt.

Some Japanese cartoon caught my interest, but the plot soon gave way to my internal voice narrating my thoughts.

"Tonight, I'm going to fuck Mom. I know she will be okay with it. Come on, she already made me come with her hand, her mouth, and my dick touched her pussy. I'm sure the possibility will arrive tonight, and once she's all desperately horny from everything, I'm going to use on her tonight. She will be begging me to finally fuck her." I went on in my head.

"I even received Dad's blessing for it. Nothing is holding me back tonight." I concluded in my thoughts as the anticipation built up in my shorts.

Imagining I will be having my dick inside my Mom tonight made me incredibly hard. I decided to edge myself on a bit and shoved my hand inside my boxers. I started to massage the tip of my dick with my thumb and imagined it inside my Mom.

The living room door opened, and nothing could've prepared me for what I saw standing in the door frame.

My Mom was wearing a short, black, tight-fitting dress. The black skirt slightly stood off at the bottom. The folds around the lower hem gave it a schoolgirl-esque appearance. The top lace of her black thigh-high stockings glanced from underneath, and the matt transparent pantyhose fabric flowed down her leg to her feet into low, shiny black heels.

Next to her stood my Sister(!) in a white spaghetti-strap top, a bare midriff, and a white mini skirt that looked exactly like the one Mom wore but without the dress part. Instead of lace stockings, my Sister wore white cotton knee socks with two silver stripes around the top. The socks gave off a sporty vibe and ended slightly above her knee. She wore plain white sneakers with the manufacturer's name written in delicate silver writing across both sides.

Both girls had their makeup and hair done properly.

Mom wore her tightly woven long blonde hair in a high-sitting braid at the back of her head. Two of her strands in short braids were attached in the corners of her hairline and led back to the base of her long braid, which dangled down to her back. The end of it fell probably just about to where the dimples would form on her back when she arched it enough.

Mom had dark but elegant makeup on. Her incredible deep blue eyes sparkled in contrast to the coal-dark lines around her eyes. Matt-dark red lips enveloped her smirk of seeing me sitting there with my hands in my boxers, while I was looking at my stunningly looking Mother and Sister.

Cathy's blonde but more ashen-colored hair was in six tightly attached braids down the sides of her very well-proportioned forehead. Her hairline was covered under a white elastic headband that looked exactly like the blindfold I had used on Mom last time. The braids led to the back of her head and into a ponytail falling over the rest of her, apart from the braids, open silky-looking hair down to her petite shoulders.

My Sister's face was a little fuller and rounder than Mom's, but they had the same cheekbones and eye shape. Cathy's eyes were a much lighter blue compared to Mom's deep, almost royal blue color. Cathy's chin and cheeks were also a bit fuller than Mom's. Cathy's younger skin was flawless, though, from tip to toe.

My Sister had little makeup on except some black eyeliner and a little black line she always drew from the corner of her eye towards her temple.

Her 34C boobs looked so perky in the white push-up bra with the lace pattern peeking out from her top. Squeezing her firm tits together nicely to a full and very female-looking cleavage. Her white top gave a full view of the lace white push-up bra, pressing up from underneath the fabric and reaching about halfway down her torso. Her bare naked midriff showing underneath.

She wasn't ripped per se, but with very well-toned female lines along her abdomen. Her stomach was decorated with two little colorless gemstones. One pierced into her navel and a second smaller one right above.