Family

“I feel a little strange about how he massages me…” Kay, the mother, was preparing for her bath, quietly speaking with her husband Jim. He was behind her and she was undressed. He ran his fingers in his naked back. He had showered and now waited for him to swim and then join him for an adult sexy scene in the room. They stood outside the bathroom where the water drew in the bath and where, soon, she called her son Sammy to enter and wash her back, then move into her breast and slowly wash each breast, massage them so that she would become wet and hot, eager to fuck with Jim.

I know a guy isn’t supposed to think of his sister as a woman, much less kissing, but how many guys come home to find their sisters on the four, blowing a guy while another fuck her from behind?

Leslie is a younger year than I, so, just nineteen, and she has, frankly, a fantastic, fucking body. I mean, she’s got big breasts, long legs prefected, and a ass that all the guys in our high school had waited.

I spent a lot of time when I was taking the shower. I know my mom and sister knew what I was doing in there, but nobody ever told me. I was a great boy well built with a high sex drive at a very early age and an 8" dick I played with 5-6 times a day. My mother, younger sister (14 more months) & I all lived in a small house in the mountains of Santa Monica. Dad left us right after Jan was born. My mother was only 15 when she had me and never really was a parent in our lives. Mom was in nature and the clothes were not needed at home when we were the only ones there.

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early afternoon at a development meeting. A dozen people throwing ideas for a new sitcom - some of them good. I was in favor of an old friend. The meeting had lasted five hours and nothing had been done. I had a headache.

I entered the house without waiting. Sometimes you come home knowing who’s there and what they’re probably doing - watching TV, surfing the net, sleeping, whatever. Today I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. My mind was trying to face the whirlwind of thoughts that the meeting had generated. By entering the house, my first thought was to have a beer.