Now that I am older, I realise that I grew up in a very remarkable family. Many stories here begin with a warning that it's all fiction and none of it is true. I cannot say the same with this one. But I would like to tell you the full and frank story.
I always knew my family was a bit filthy but as the youngest child I largely ignored it. I would often hear my mom and dad fucking in their bedroom at night and my mom used to come a lot, very loudly. Because I studied in my room, my father used to worry that I was gay, which was stupid on so many levels. He started bringing me porn magazine's from his work, which was in a factory full of crude and bored men. Certainly the magazines worked. I got horny and started wanking regularly but I never wanted to be as open about sex as my family seemed to be.
My sister was a few years older and started fucking around quite early. I would often find her dirty panties in the laundry basket with the gusset totally messy. Either she had got really wet or had pulled them up after her latest boyfriend had given her a creampie. I would still sniff and lick them. My parents used to laugh and joke with her about sex but I found it all a bit vulgar. I was still a teenager in the 1980s and more interested in innocent romance. I found a very beautiful girlfriend when I was 18, Rita, and we had great sex but I tried to keep her from the rest of my family as much as I could because they seemed brutish animals in comparison to her.
My dad and sister were very alike and seemed real close. She had huge tits and he was always joking with her and trying to grab them. If he knew she was changing, he would sometimes barge in and try to snap a photo of her with her tits out. She would fight him off and call him a filthy old pervert, but they both seemed to be playing along. My mom seemed just as filthy. I once found a collection of polaroids dad had taken of her in sexy underwear looking like a total slut. It was a shock to me. In some, she was wearing my sister's panties, which I recognised well.
When my dad got drunk he would ask about me and Rita. What was the sex like, what would we do, did she dress in sexy lingerie for me? I thought he had no business asking such personal questions and I would blush. She was slim with small tits and he said he'd like to feel them and that she had great legs. It was all true, of course. She was gorgeous and I loved to make love to her. But surely your dad shouldn't say such things. I didn't dare tell her about it.
When we had been dating for half a year, my mom and dad suggested we should have a night in altogether. They had said hi and exchanged pleasantries with Rita but they said it was about time they got to know her better. And they would provide some booze, which was an opportunity even I wouldn't decline by that point. When I agreed, I saw a mischievous grin on my dad's face as if he was already salivating at the prospect of a whole evening with Rita.
Come the night, I brought Rita home. We were all a little nervous. Both Rita and my mom had made a special effort, wearing nice dresses. Rita's was the shortest and maybe I should have warned her because my dad started ogling her flawless smooth legs straight away. What a pervert. We chatted and the drinks came out. Neither me nor Rita had well-paid jobs yet and had only been allowed to drink for a short time so enjoyed the free booze to the full. My mom and dad were easily capable of heavy drinking and rowdy behaviour, as I knew too well. An hour into the night and we were all a bit sozzled but it was going well. We were chatting and joking and it was clear they liked Rita. My dad did, however, keep trying to sit right next to her and keep me and mom away. And I was a bit embarrassed when he started putting his arm around her or on her thigh, which she had to push away.
I took a break in the kitchen with mom and told her I felt sorry for Rita and wished dad would keep his hands to himself.
"Well, he's always horny," mom said. "You know your dad. He knows what he wants and he tries to take it. I've found it's better just to go with the flow. It will come to no harm."
"Okay, mom," I replied, with a voice of resignation. "I'm just worried Rita will think my dad is a pervert and maybe then that I'm one too."
"Don't worry, son," mom said, "She might enjoy the attention."
"Well if she does," I jumped in, "... then I would feel jealous. So it's no good for me either way."
Mum put her hands on my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Look, son. We know you're the youngest in the family but here we are not uptight about sexual matters. Your sister's not and you shouldn't be either. Sex is free and fun. And it's so good to come. You know: orgasm."
"Mother!" I protested, somewhat appalled. "Kids don't like to think of their parents having sex."
"I know, son. But you know that we do. How do you think you got here? And we know that you and Rita have it. We heard you in your room a few nights ago when the bed started creaking. Your dad made me wank him off as we listened to you."
I blushed. I was so embarrassed to think we had been busted! And that Mom and wanked Dad!
"Don't worry, son. We don't mind. Just avoid getting Rita pregnant. You're too young for children and should enjoy yourself first. In fact, we are glad you are finally sexually active and want you to enjoy that part of living as much as possible."
I was so relieved and because we were both a bit drunk we gave each other the biggest, closest hug we'd had in years.
"Rita's on the pill," I assured mom, "so no need to worry about babies."
When we went back into the sitting room, my dad had somehow got Rita to sit right on his knee with her arm round his neck. She seemed pretty drunk too, in a way that I'd not seen her too many times, as he plied her with alcohol.
