Author's note: this contains male-male sexual acts (as well as male-female).
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I remember the first time Maggie walked in on me.
The look on Maggie's face as I quickly tried to cup my hand around my rock hard erection was something between embarrassed shock and plain old laughter. She dropped the clean towels she was holding inside the door and then covered her face with one hand while she tried to spit out a response.
"I uh. I'm so sorry!" I shouted as she backed out of the bedroom suppressing a laugh.
She and my dad married several years earlier but she didn't have any kids of her own so I thought this must have been quite the shock for her. I guess she wasn't used to knocking before entering rooms since it was usually just Maggie and my dad in that wide open ranch and, for some reason, I had completely forgotten to lock my bedroom door behind me.
In my defense, it was my dad's porn video. He practically led me to his stash the previous summer while I was helping him find some old clothes in the attic to give away. There was no way he could figure out that just one DVD out of so many was missing, I figured, so I just "borrowed" them one at a time. Normally, while my dad was at work, I just hung out in my room playing video games or catching up on my summer reading list for college. Maggie spent a ton of time out of the house on various hobbies or hanging out at the pool, so I usually had a ton of time to relax while I watched my dad's classic porn movies.
What I loved was the reckless abandon with which the actors and actresses in the scenes went after each other. I was only nineteen, having just finished my freshman year of college, but my curiosity in sex was already straying away from the mainstream. In the scene I was watching before I was suddenly interrupted, two men were plowing away at a blonde goddess with ripe breasts that bobbed as they took turns entering her holes. At the climax of the scene, she straddled one of the mustachio'd men and rode his enormous cock while facing him. At the same time, the other man pressed his thick cock inside her hair lined slit to join the first man. Her fluids leaked down her thighs as the two cocks rubbed up against each other inside her stretched opening. I had watched this scene a dozen times already and wanted to time my orgasm for the moment when the man on top pulled out of the woman and pumped his shaft until he blasted his cumshot between the woman's firm ass cheeks and and the creamy white trail flowed onto the shaft of the man still pumping underneath.
It was more than a little embarrassing to be caught by Maggie like that. Normally, I tried to avoid any sort of compromising situation with my step-mother thanks to her banging curvy body. She had wavy blonde hair that was cropped just beneath her sharp chin line. Her cheek bones were high like a model's and she had piercing blue eyes. When she hung out at the pool, she wore this red bikini that hugged every curve on her body and teased me with the amount of ripe cleavage it left bare. Maggie was thirty eight, six years younger than my dad, but I couldn't imagine she was any less popular with other guys now than when she was at my age.
What did not help my embarrassment was waiting around for the "talk" I was sure my dad was going to give me about not idling around all day. To my surprise, when we sat down to talk after dinner that night, he seemed to be in a subdued mood.
On mom's side of the family, things were always a little stuffy. I kind of preferred the way everybody hid their feelings and avoided talking about all-too intimate subjects. On my dad's side of the family, though, nothing was sacred and nothing was secret. We talked about everything in my dad's house growing up and his side of the family had none of the pretentious modesty like my mom's family. On my dad's side of the family, my sister and I grew up changing clothes in the same rooms or even trading places in the shower with cousins
That's why I was expecting some deep and long conversation about masturbation and respecting women and their bodies, even though I was looking at his porn. Except, that wasn't the talk I got at all.
I was sitting on my bed reading a magazine when my dad slowly press open the half-cracked door. We all avoided the elephant in the room at dinner but it was clear to me that the elephant was now charging head-on at me as my father approached in his work slacks and button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His forearms were hairy but lean and muscular like me and all I could do was stare at that spot where his sleeve cuff met his forearm and how it flexed as it swung at his side.
"Hey, man. You want to hang out tomorrow?" He asked, standing halfway between the door and me.
"Sure. What's up?" I asked trying to sound calm.
"Just thought I'd come home at lunch and we could shoot the shit. You know, have a drink between men and just relax for a change."
And, with that, he turned and headed away down the hallway. His feet clomped on the floor as he strode away. I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that we had avoided that awkward conversation for the moment.
The following day, I took my usual mid-day break from studying and hopped in the shower in the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. After I had toweled off and headed into my room to throw on some clothes suitable for lounging around the house, I found my dad waiting on my bed with two bottles of beer in hand. Instead of his usual dress clothes, he was dressed down in a pair of basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt with a University of Florida logo on it.
"It's five o'clock somewhere, right?" He joked and then stretched his arm to hand me one of the bottles.
It wasn't unusual for my dad to slip me a drink. I think the only reason he didn't let me drink in the open in early years was because he didn't want my sister to see it when she was in high school. It was just strange to see him day drinking, let alone join in it.
Even to my inexperienced tongue, the beer was cheap but it was cold and I could tell he was making an effort, so I tossed back a long swig and held the bottle up in a little toast. Since we had only started practicing an ounce of modesty in the few years since Maggie moved in with my dad, I went ahead and threw my towel on the bed and opened the drawer in the chest next to my bed where I kept my underwear.
"Hang that thing up," my dad corrected without looking up from the sports magazine he had found laying around my room.
I ducked back into the bathroom and pulled the towel over a rack. When I returned to my room, my dad was staring up at me, almost like he was checking me out. He was staring at the floor when I entered but, then, his eyes climbed up over my long leg and past the long limp cock swaying between them. His eyes scanned over my abs, which are pretty fit thanks to spending my teenage years on a soccer field, and then over my broad chest. Like my dad, I'm built from lean muscle with long limbs. Unlike him, I don't have a thin coat of dark curly hair covering my chest and stomach. At the time, I thought maybe it was just weird to see me naked since I must have looked like him at a younger age. After a moment, he finally spoke.
"Listen, sport, I brought home some sandwiches so just meet me in the kitchen when you're dressed, ok?" And, then, he just stood up and walked away like it was nothing.
With a pair of soccer shorts and an old Nintendo t-shirt on, I headed downstairs to the kitchen where my dad had poured a couple shots on the counter to accompany our subs. We tossed the liquor back and the tequila immediately burned down my throat. My dad tossed a lime slice to me and I gave it a hard suck until the juices drowned out the flavor of the tequila.
"So, I'm guessing with that frame, you're probably keeping the family tradition alive around campus?" My dad said with a sly smile between bites.
It felt weird to to hear a compliment about my body from my dad but I appreciated the attention and the approval.
"I'm not really into dating, you know, with how busy I am. But it's not like I'm some nerdy virgin, you know," I said, trying not to overstate my conquests.
"But you still found time to dig into my porn stash," he finally blurted out.
Shredded lettuce fell from my lips as they froze in mid-bite. From his tone, it sounded like he was begging to talk about the subject.
