Carl and his parents give a new meaning to keeping it in the family. All characters are at least 18 years old
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Chapter 01
It was nearly midnight when Carl Favreau crept into his house's side door. He felt happy and very relaxed. He assayed a few of the latest dance steps as he moved toward the steps leading up to the kitchen.
The rave had been mind-blowing. The "X" he and Jasmine took enhanced the music and the light play. A phrase from his senior English class popped into his head. 'God's in his Heaven. All is right with the world.'
He giggled as he did a few more dance steps. The throbbing beat of the music still coursed through his body.
He spun like a whirling dervish as he danced across the family room. The muffled sound of his feet on the carpeted floor sounded like the beat of a bass drum.
The small baggie in his sweaty hand contained several tabs of the drug. He knew he had to stash them in a safe place. His parents were staid church-going people and did not approve of his drug use. The only drug they allowed in the house was alcohol; there was plenty of that!
Most days ended with them getting shitfaced. There was always a cocktail or two after work to relax. They had an extensive wine collection and always had a bottle or two with dinner. And everyone knew a cognac after dinner aided digestion.
He stopped as he heard their voices drifting through the heat vent. Shit! They were still up. He quickly stuffed the baggy of Extacy into his jeans.
"Carl? Is that you?"
His mom's voice was soft, her words slurred. He cleared his throat and drew the back of his hand across his perspiring face.
"Yes, mom."
"We are in the kitchen. Come on up."
He managed a few Fred Astaire steps on the stairs into the kitchen. He felt incredible!
His parents were sitting on stools at the breakfast island. They were both in their nightclothes. An empty wine bottle sat on the island between them.
Helen and Andre Favreau were both 48-year-old high school sweethearts. Carl was their only child, born 9 months after their wedding day. They tried unsuccessfully to have more children. Eventually, they went to a specialist who determined Andre's sperm count was too low.
"How was your party," his mom asked.
She wore a floral knee-length nightgown. One leg was crossed over the other with the ankle on her full pink thigh.
The light in the kitchen was bright enough to cause some discomfort to Carl's eyes. However, it made the colors more vibrant and alive. From his position at the end of the breakfast island, his mom's thigh glowed with the look of pink alabaster.
She was the antithesis of his fuckbuddy, Jasmine. While Jasmine was petite, almost waif-like with her slender body and sensitive A cups, his mother was a Melissa McCarthy look alike. At 5' 4", her enormous 38E breasts appeared to jut like twin Himalayan peaks covered by the satin print of her gown.
"Yes, the...uh...party was dull, so I left early," he lied.
Actually, the police raided the abandoned warehouse where the rave was held. He and Jasmine barely escaped arrest.
"Yes, we also left the Thompsons' dinner party early. Gail and Eddie got into an argument."
"Uh...well...okay! I guess I'll go to bed. I'm tired."
Carl was in the "Rolling balls" phase of his X-high. The kitchen was a marvel of bright lights glinting off the stainless steel appliances. His vision was so acute that he thought he could read the label on the wine bottle from where he stood.
"Before you go to bed, would you get us a couple of aspirin," his father asked.
Andre was self-conscious of his short stature compared to his son. Carl was three inches taller than his father's, 5' 10" and fifty pounds lighter than Andre's, 260 pounds. While Andre resembled the guy who played Friar Tuck in those old Robin Hood movies, his son looked like the star of those same movies.
As Carl made his way past his mother, his acute sense of smell detected her female aroma causing his cock to twitch. He found the aspirin bottle in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and turned to take it to his parents.
A fateful idea came to him. His hand touched the baggy of Extacy in his pocket. They were already high. They would never know the difference.
He opened the bag and dropped two tabs into his palm, adding two aspirin pills. He walked quickly back into the kitchen.
His mother looked up at him with the lopsided grin of all drunks and held out her hand. He dropped an aspirin and an "X" tab in her hand. Without looking, she threw her head back and swallowed the pills. He repeated the action with his father. They both sipped wine to wash the pills down.
This, he thought, should be fun
!
He turned to go upstairs to his room. He knew it took about a half-hour for the "X" to kick in, and the effects should last 6-8 hours.
"Sit down, Carl. We need to talk."
His father sounded pompous, and Carl could not imagine what he wanted to discuss. They had stumbled through the conversation about the birds and bees some months back, but the talk was a year late.
"I... I'm tired. Could we talk in the morning?"
Helen leaned over and placed her hand on her son's hand.
"No, dear! We have church in the morning."
Carl noted the damp warmth of his mother's hand. It was the first sign of Extacy kicking in.
Andre felt unusually warm. He pulled a tissue from the container on the counter and dabbed at the sweat on his forehead.
"We want to discuss your relationship with Jasmine Hawkins down the street."
Carl was on the downhill side of his "X" high. His skin was still sensitive. His mother's warm hand sent thrills through his body. He could see down her gown. The sweat on her melons gave them an almost ethereal glow. It took an effort of will not to touch them. They were much larger than Jasmine's A cups. He wondered if they were as sensitive.
"Uh, Jasmine? "
He and Jasmine were eighteen-year-old fuck buddies from high school. They both had other relationships. However, there was a physical attraction they could not deny.
"Yes," his mom slurred as she stroked his hand. "We always thought you two would get closer...maybe think about a future together."
His father nodded, agreeing with his mother while leering at her tits.
He and Jasmine could not get much closer. At the rave, she sat with his cock in her cunt, rocking to the tunes.
"Jasmine and I are just good friends."
Helen twisted on her stool, turning her full, mature thighs toward her son. She felt warm. There was an unaccustomed tingle between her thighs. An itch she had not felt since the family reunion last year.
She was unaware that her gown rode up, barely covering her hairy thatch. She reached out and grasped her standing son's thigh, stroking his thigh through the roughness of his jeans. The hardness of his thigh muscles sent a thrill through her body.
Carl reminded her of her brother. They had the same tall, muscular physique, piercing blue eyes, and blond hair. Her eyes wandered down to the bulge in his jeans. She wondered if he was hung like her brother.
A quiet voice in her mind suggested that comparing her son to her brother was not a good idea. It brought back lustful memories of her and her brother rutting naked in the woods at the reunion. She dismissed the implications of the voice.
Andre felt an unaccustomed heat in his pajama bottoms. He could not understand why. Yes, Helen was sitting very unladylike. First, she was leaning on the island so he and Carl could see down her gown. He would mention her immodesty to her later.
He noted that Carl was no longer staring at his mom's tits. Now, he was staring down at her thighs. He needed to have a private talk with that boy. He would not have his son adopt the liberal attitude about one's body that his wife's family espoused.
"Well, son, we just wanted you to know we approve. Have...uh...have you..!"
"No," Carl lied, "we aren't having sex."
Helen's hand slid up her son's thigh. His thigh flexed when her thumb bumped his cock. The "X" had her relaxed. She could not stop smiling. She loved her husband and son. Her tongue moistened her lips. And she also loved her brother.
Helen felt a dampness in her granny panties as she recalled the years of sweaty sex with her brother. Her pussy spasmed as she recalled his massive cock plunging into her vaginal depths. Until the family reunion, she and her brother hadn't fucked since the night before her wedding. They spent the night together, and Helen arrived at her wedding in her white wedding gown with her brother's sperm leaking from her pussy.
"There is nothing wrong with sex," Helen said, "it's just that it should be done with the right person."
Helen's finger caressed the head of her son's cock through his jeans.
Carl groaned as his mother's thumb stroked his cock. This was getting out of hand. He wanted them to experience the good feeling the Extacy gave them. However, he had not counted on the reduced inhibitions causing his mom to come on to him.
He stood quickly, intending to excuse himself and go to his room. Simultaneously, his mother uncrossed her legs, spreading them at the knees. He found himself standing between his mother's thighs. Her gown rode up, revealing her white panties. They were almost sheer in the gusset from her wetness.
