[This chapter of the story about the seduction of my parents is not about me, but it is an important part of the reason for "why" my parents weren't completely new to the idea of all things "taboo." This is the story about my Mom's very first time with my brother David, and it took place several years ago. Obviously, I was not there to personally witness everything as it transpired, but I was able to get the details from my Mom's own account of things posted on our blog. You will notice that there are no real quotations in the dialogue, since my Mom, Dad, and my brother cannot recall the exact words said at the time any of these things happened. I will admit that I did not know about Mom's first time with David, until after I watched my Mom and my brother on the night of the haircut. Since then, David has confirmed every detail. The story will be in Mom's words as she recounted it on the blog, there are some added recollections being put down here for the first time, but that is a result of several discussions and my Dad and brother's input. As before, everyone here is older than 18 (my brother was actually around 20 at the time), now then, in my Mom's words...]
I originally sat down to write out my recollection of what I was doing on Angela's first night with her Dad, but then I found I couldn't tell that story without first explaining how it all got started with my son, David. On the night that Angela finally seduced her father, I was at my son's apartment, and yes, I spent most of that wonderful evening fucking. So, how did that happen? When did it start? I think to honestly explain our family dynamic, and perhaps shed some light on our opening the door into our family's lifestyle choices, a relatively brief description of my first time with my son just might be enlightening.
I can recall that the first time my son and I had sex definitely wasn't planned, at least by me, and I certainly was not looking to start anything with any of our children. My husband and I both had some family sexual experiences, both later and while we were growing up, but it was just not something we would ever have considered with any of our own children. Instead, this sexual encounter was actually a photo shoot gone wild, or maybe it was all just a very happy accident. In either event, our particular journey started innocently enough with our son approaching his Dad about our being swingers. David had figured it out, especially after catching us in a somewhat compromising position when we were swinging in a threesome with another woman.
I won't forget that weekend either, because Angela was gone, and we thought David was still out of state with his Army Reserve Unit. In other words, we were alone, so we were taking advantage of an empty house. We invited a friend of mine over, and we were engaged in a rather torrid FMF threesome. I was happily being pounded from behind by my girl friend wearing a strapon dildo, while at the same time, I was sucking my husband's cock. While enjoying this particular combination, I was brought up short when I heard a rather loud noise coming from outside our bedroom. There was little question that we were wrong about there being nobody home for the weekend, but in the heat of the moment, when the noise did not repeat itself, we continued with what we were doing. What we didn't know then, was that David had been released early by his unit, and he had come home a day sooner than we originally had anticipated.
His entry into the house came just in time to hear some rather interesting noises from our bed room, to include my own moaning and my girlfriend's delighted howls as she was pounding me silly. When things got quiet again, and we assumed the noise we heard was either the dog, or one of the cats, we quite happily had continued our threesome. For the next hour, we were all three lost in the throes of some wonderful sexual activities, not to mention my girlfriends rather loud orgasms while sitting on my husband's cock with her face planted in my pussy. I guess I should probably also point out that she is a "screamer," and she loves to scream the names of those who are making her cum. Needless to say, somewhere cowering outside our door, was our 20 year old son listening to both our names repeatedly being called out quite loudly by a "stranger's" clearly orgasmic female voice.
Our son, David, would admit some time later to actually sitting in the floor outside our door, jerking off next to his duffle bag, which is what I had heard hitting the floor earlier. When we finally broke contact with our friend, and eventually said goodbye to our guest, James noticed that David's car was in the driveway. Fortunately, he wasn't parked behind our guest, but it was clear that he'd been home for a while, and it was even more obvious that we'd been "busted." James decided that it would be best to just head upstairs, and face our son "head on" about what he may or may not have overheard. There wasn't much said at the time, other than James confessing to our son that we were swingers, and that we'd had a friend over for a little adult play time. James also mentioned to David that if he had any questions, we'd be happy to discuss it, just the three of us. David didn't really respond right away, but a few weeks later, I guess he'd thought it over long enough to feel that it was time that he confronted us about it. It wasn't a confrontation in the classical sense, but instead it was David wanting to discuss the swinging lifestyle; how we got into it; and, more importantly, how he could get into it.