Hereditary Kinks Pt. 01

This story has elements of incest, domination, humiliation, and cuckolding. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, please read no further. This is a work of fiction. Fantasies allow us to explore things that would be harmful in our real lives. While enjoying this story, please remember to always treat others with kindness and respect.

I was up the stairs and halfway down the hall when I heard Mom moaning like a whore through the closed door of her bedroom. My first though was repulsion as I assumed I'd caught my parents in the midst of an afternoon delight, but then I remembered Dad's car hadn't been in the driveway.

My second thought was that Mom was masturbating, which grossed me out even more, but then I heard the deep husky sound of a man grunting and panting. Holy shit, Mom was getting laid and Dad wasn't here. She was cheating on him. What the fuck.

Mentally my world started to collapse as I quietly retraced my steps. I'd come home to do some laundry as the machines in my dorm required quarters and people were always stealing machines, so you had to sit and watch your shit for hours.

Once back outside with my laundry bundle in the back seat, I started my car and was ready to speed the fuck out of there when I felt an over powering desire to know who the man was that Mom was cheating with. The Baker's live across the street and two houses down and they have hedges lining their drive.

They both work, so I backed my car into their driveway. My car was mostly hidden by the hedges and I could just see our front door over the top of the shrubs. My hands were shaking and I kept thinking about Dad and how much he loved Mom. It was just so crazy, she always seemed so in love with him, but here I was, waiting to catch her betraying him.

I didn't have to wait very long. Fifteen minutes after I took up my post, the front door opened. A tall man with sandy blonde hair stepped out. Mom was behind him, I could see she was wearing a robe and I assumed she was naked underneath. She didn't even have time to dress in her hurry to get her lover out of the house before Dad got home.

The man stopped, turned, and leaned toward Mom, kissing her passionately. Well I guess that removed all doubt. She didn't even seem to care that a neighbor might see. She was practically flaunting it. The man walked down the driveway and turned away from me, heading toward a car parked further down the street. Something about the man was familiar. I was sure I'd seen him somewhere before, but in a different context. I couldn't place him.

Mom was back inside with the door closed when the man drove away in his car. I just sat there, my stomach in knots and my head spinning. I loved Mom, but she was destroying our family. This wasn't fair. I didn't want to have divorced parents. I didn't want step-parents, or step-siblings. This was so fucked. What was I going to do. Should I do anything? Could I do anything.

I was trying to decide whether I should go back in the house and act like nothing had happened, do my laundry, and pretend the world was all peaches and cream, or if I should just leave. Could I pretend nothing was wrong? Should I confront Mom?

It nagged at me that I recognized the man but couldn't remember where I'd seen him. If only I could hear what he said to her at the door before leaving. Then I remembered the security camera. A second later I realized I would be on the camera too. One motion activated video showing me arriving like nothing in the world was wrong, and a second video showing me rushing out in a panic. If Mom watched the video she'd know I'd caught her.

I had to delete those video clips. Did I have access? The cameras were installed after I left for school. One showing the front porch and a second recorded the back yard. Dad had given me the password to log in when they'd gone on vacation a few months back so I could keep an eye out for packages. Had they changed the password?

I scrolled though my phone looking for the app but couldn't find it. Had I deleted it? I didn't remember. Then it came to me, I hadn't logged in on my phone, I'd used my tablet. I grabbed my backpack off the rear seat and pulled the tablet out, checking to make sure I had signal. I found the app and when I opened it, the login ID and password had been saved. I pushed the button to connect.

Right away I realized something was different. There were now four cameras instead of two. The two showing the outdoors were still in use, but two additional cameras had been added. One showed the front living space of our home where the living room and kitchen were. The second was in my parents bedroom. It was aimed directly at their bed.

The new cameras were different as well. The icon on the app showed they were recording in high definition and they had controls which allowed a user to pan and zoom the camera remotely. From the camera in the front of our house I could see Mom walking around tidying up the kitchen. She was still wearing the robe. It hung open and when she moved I could see she was indeed completely naked under the thin cover.

There was only one reason I could think of for these cameras to be setup the way they were. Dad already knew Mom was cheating and he was collecting evidence for the divorce. It was too late. I felt like I was being buried under a tidal wave, a tsunami of shit was coming and it was too late to stop it.

I was still watching Mom flaunt her near-nakedness via the app on my tablet when Dad pulled up and parked in the driveway. He didn't see me when he drove past and the shock of losing everything froze me in place. I should have closed the app, and I should have driven the fuck out of there, but I didn't do anything except watch as Dad walked toward the front door and Mom fussed about the house like a slutty maid.

When Dad entered the house I clicked the camera icon to enlarge the video and activate the sound. I don't know why, but I needed to hear the moment my parents marriage ended.

Mom hurried toward him as soon as she saw him, her robe flying open and up like a superhero cape as she exposed herself completely to Dad and to the camera. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. How could she do that? How could she just pretend like she cared about him?

"You're home early. What's the special occasion?" She asked.

The sound quality was amazing. The camera and microphone must have been top shelf, and must have cost a fortune. The camera had followed Mom on her trek to the front door, automatically panning to follow the movement. It seemed Dad had bought the best audio/video gear he could find.

"I was hoping to get here before Dawson left. Is he upstairs?" Dad asked.

"No. You missed him. He left about ten minutes ago." Mom said.

"Damn. I was really hoping he would be here." Dad sounded sad.

What the fuck was going on? Dad knew a man had been in the house with Mom? Why wasn't he upset? Why didn't Mom seem upset about getting caught?

"What's the matter with my little baby boy? Were you hoping my big strong man would bend you over and stretch you out? Huh? Does my little boy need a release? Is your asshole inching for some cock?" Mom teased Dad with a baby voice, degrading him cheerfully.

"Honestly, yes. Today was very stressful and I could use some relief." Dad complained.

"Well I know it's not the same thing, but he did leave a mess in me. Would it make you feel better to get on your knees like a little doggy and lick me clean? Huh? Does my little boy want to lick a real man's cum out of my used pussy?" Mom was humiliating him again with the baby voice.

She walked to the stairs leading Dad by the hand. One the third step she dropped the robe and turned, looking down at him, naked. She sat on the step and opened her knees as Dad removed his tie and undid his top shirt button. He then got to his knees and leaned forward until his face was buried in Mom's shaved crotch. She gripped a hand full of the hair on the back of his head and used it to pull his face tight against her and then moved her hips to rub her adulterous juices all over Dad's face. I watched in disbelief as Mom rubbed her lover's cum all over Dad's face, mouth, and tongue.

What. The. Fuck.

The laundry complex at my dorm was empty except for me. It smelled like dirty water and hot clothes. It'd taken me over an hour to get back on campus after leaving my parents neighborhood.

I'd driven back in a daze, my mind consumed by the things I had seen and heard. The only thing I had figured out was the identity of the mysterious man. Dad had called him Dawson. Dawson Hawthorne was Dad's boss, and the owner of the company Dad worked for.

Knowing didn't bring me any solace. As far as I could tell both Mom and Dad were eager and willing participants in whatever was going on with Dawson, but the fact that he's Dad's boss still seems wrong. Despite that, I didn't believe for a second he was forcing my parents into anything. I obviously didn't know them as well as I thought, but I did know them both well enough to know they wouldn't be coerced into something this fucked up.

The tablet was on the chair next to me, and I kept fighting the urge to pick it up and see what else was going on at home. I had long since deleted the files that showed my presence in the house that day. Now the screen was black from inactivity. But just looking at it brought everything back. I pictured Mom gripping Dad's hair and rubbing his face in her wet used pussy. The thought of it was gross, but something about the power in that act excited me.

It wasn't like she was physically forcing him to do it. Dad is much stronger than Mom and he could have stopped her. But he didn't. He let her humiliate him like that. He gave her the power to emasculate him, and she did it. The thought of having that much power, that much control, it aroused me more than it should have.

I picked up the tablet and dragged my finger across the screen to wake it up. None of the camera's showed movement or signs of life. The camera for my parents room had a little icon that showed the microphone was picking up sounds. I tapped that camera to make it full screen so I could hear what was happening.

There was muffled talking somewhere out of range and the sound of water. They were showering, probably together since they were talking to each other. Mom must be cleaning Dawson's cum off Dad's face. I heard a sudden burst of laughter and then more muffled talking. They sounded happy.

They had always seemed happy, so was this lifestyle something new or had they been doing this sort of thing all along. I had a hard time keeping myself from judging them for the deviant nature of their kinks, but really I just wanted them to be happy. What did it matter if they had weird sex.

Lots of people I know have terrible family relationships. I have a great family. We care about and support each other. What I saw today shocked me, but did it change that? I still love my parents and I know they love me.

I was born when my parents were very young, probably too young. It was common for people to assume that Mom's my sister because we look so close in age. Was this kink a way for my parents to relive some of the sexual exploration they missed out on because they were raising a child when their friends were partying?

I thought about the third wheel, Dawson Hawthorne. It surprised me now to realize I had almost never seen this man when I was growing up. I heard about him a lot. He was supposed to be Dad's best friend. It seemed he was also very fond of Mom as well.

All my life I heard about how dad and his boss were best friends, but he was never around. He never came over to hang out. It was only now that I realize how odd that is. How could this man be so important to my parents and yet he never visited our home.

I could only remember meeting him once, at a party the company hosted for the employee's families. That was about five years ago. I was introduced to him, I said hi, that was it. His absence in our home must have been intentional. Was that how Mom and Dad hid their sex partner from me, by never letting him visit when I was around?

At some point during the evening while I was watching my clothes spin in the dryer, my apprehension at my parents activities lost the battle with my curiosity and I opened the app on my tablet and clicked on the link to the archive. The cameras were motion and sound activated. They would record as long as there was activity, so each file was the record of that specific activity. There were hundreds of files. Judging from the sizes of the files, some were a few seconds and some where much, much longer.

I selected the file from my parent's room for that afternoon. The record of what was happening when I'd stumbled into this mess. Dawson walked into the room carrying Mom. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. His hands were under her ass, holding her up as he carried her to the bed.

They were kissing passionately, and Mom was already missing her shirt. Her large, perfect breasts were spilling out of her bra as she pressed her chest against her lover.

Dawson dropped her on the bed, then stepped back and began removing his clothes. Mom didn't waste any time. She rolled on her back and pushed her jeans and panties off. Her bra was off the next moment and then she sat on the foot of the bed, naked, her legs apart invitingly, as she watched her man remove the rest of his clothes.

When Dawson was naked he dropped to his knees, put Mom's legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. She moaned loudly and laid back. She spread her arms wide and arched her back as she reveled in the pleasure she was receiving. She was gasping and moaning as her body was stimulated. I could see Dawson's cock getting hard between his legs as he ate the pussy from which I'd entered this world.

Mom moaned and squealed at Dawson's touch. She looked amazing laying there having her sexual needs met by this other man. Thanks to her Mediterranean ancestry she always had a tanned complexion, even though she rarely laid out. Her large supple breasts heaved as her breathing intensified. I found myself tracing the outline of her perfect body with my eyes as I watched her squirm from pleasure. These thoughts clouded me with guilt, but I kept watching. I knew i was getting turned watching them, but I didn't care enough to stop.

Suddenly Dawson stood. He grabbed Mom's body and lifter her, moving her further onto the bed. She laid back and opened her legs, knowing he was preparing to mount her. She opened her legs wide, practically doing the splits as she exaggerated her invitation to this man to penetrate her with his cock. Dawson quickly obliged, and I felt my own breathe catch as I heard Mom moan loudly when Dawson's cock parted her folds and plunged into her depths.

As he came to rest against Mom, she wrapped her legs around his torso and used them to pull him deeper into her. His movement was slow at first as he stroked his cock all the way in and out of her pussy. Her arms were around him and they kissed each other as their bodies gyrated in sync with their needs and desires.

Their tempo and urgency increased as Dawson worked his cock into her more quickly and with greater force. His thrusts became so urgent and forceful that the meaty slaps of their colliding bodies fill the speaker of my small device. Mom's body was covered with a sheen of sweat. She was moaning loudly, begging for more cock.

"Oh god, don't stop. Fuck me harder, please. Oh god I need this so much. Fuck me, oh yes fuck me. Oh goooooood, yessssss."

Her final words dragged out as her body convulsed into orgasm. Her legs locked tightly around his body and her arms grew taught, her fingers tangled in the sheets as her body welcomed the pleasure Dawson was forcing into her. She arched her back and the sinew of her body flexed sensually as the sweat of their love making glistened in the dim light of the bedroom she shared with Dad. She looked like a goddess, a being of perfect form whose sole purpose was to provide pleasure to the man she'd allowed inside her.

Dawson grunted harshly through the final pumps of his cock. As he reached his own orgasm, his thrusts lost rhythm and became erratic, he seemed determine to push himself further into her then he had been. Sweat dripped from him to her as his grunting subsided and his body lost tension. He slumped on top of her, laying still for several moments. He said something to her that was too quiet to hear, but her reply was crystal clear.

"I love you too."

He rolled off of her and laid at her side, their arms finding each other and they embraced loosely as they cuddle together to celebrate their post coital joy.

The moments that followed their climax were so intimate and pure that I was overcome with guilt having stolen those moments from them without being invited. I closed the app and put my tablet down. My head was a mixture of arousal, guilt, revulsion, and most of all confusion. I had expected to see my Mom get fucked, instead I watched her make love to a man who I hardly knew, and who was not my father.

Despite the familiar and comforting smell of freshly laundered sheets, I couldn't sleep. I'd made up my mind hours ago to just drop everything. First thing in the morning I was going to delete the app to my parents cameras and I was going to forget all about their lifestyle choices. I'd invaded their privacy and the arousal I'd felt while watching them was probably way weirder than anything they were getting up to with Dawson.

But I couldn't sleep. My mind kept chewing on the whole situation trying to find a way to make it all make sense, but no solution was forthcoming. My mind was on fire. The titillating nature of my discoveries had me trapped in a cycle of guilt and arousal. I needed to know more. I'd had a glimpse of something too juicy to just let it go. I wanted to pry at the edges until I had a full view of the whole sorted thing. Sometime around three in the morning a plan formed. It was more of a fever dream than a sensible plan, but having a path forward gave my mind enough peace to finally allow me to fall asleep.

On Fridays I normally have a morning class and an afternoon class. But my afternoon class was optional today because it was a test review and I had scored the highest in the class on the test. I didn't need the review. The morning class was excruciating to sit through, I wanted to be moving. Once it ended I was in my car and headed back home.

I'd worked the whole thing out in my head. I knew exactly what I was going to say, how I was going to say it. I had a plan. But when I got home, there was no need for a plan. No one was there. Dad would be at work, and Mom must be out shopping or having lunch with friends. I followed through on my plan anyway. I went into Dad's office and found the address book in his desk. I took a photo of Dawson's home address with my phone.

I then opened the closet in his office and removed his old leather jacket. He'd had it since before I was born, but it was too out of date for him to wear anymore. I wore it sometimes and if he saw me on the camera coming out of his office carrying the jacket, he wouldn't worry about what I was doing in there.

Once back in my car I programmed in Dawson's address and followed the directions to his house. He only lived a couple miles away, which made sense. If he wanted to live in a nice neighborhood and still be close to the office, there were limited places to choose from. I was prepared to wait all afternoon if I had to, but when I pulled up to his house, I could see his car in the driveway. It was the same car he'd driven away from my home the previous day.

His property was fenced and had a gated driveway, but the gate was open. I pulled through and drove toward the house, finally parking next to his vehicle. As I got out, it occurred to me that Mom or Dad might be here now, and I would be walking into an emotional ambush. But I took the absence of their cars as a good sign and went to the door, ringing the bell as nervousness settled in. What the fuck was doing. This might end very badly.

In person, and up close I was taken back by how attractive Dawson Hawthorne is. I knew from the videos that he was a good looking man, and that he took care of himself. He obviously had a gym routine that he didn't miss often. I think what caught me off guard were his piercing blue eyes, though his best feature by far is his smile. He smiled like he knew a funny story and he couldn't wait to share it. It was warm and he put me immediately at ease.

"I'm Lindsey Olsen. John and Evelyn's daughter." I introduced myself.

"I know. We've met before."

"Oh right. I remember. Hi." I was being awkward. I didn't want to be awkward. I wanted to be in control.

"Hello." He seemed very calm, not even a little bit frazzled that the offspring of his clandestine lovers had shown up unannounced.

"Can I come in? I was hoping I could talk to you."

We walked though the house and out large french doors to the back patio which was still in the shade and cool on the warm day. We sat at a patio table and a maid brought us lemonade to drink. How did that happen? How did she know to bring it? Was there a standing order to always bring a drink for guests sitting on the patio? Had Dawson given a sign I didn't see? Rich people were weird.

"So what brings you here? What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"My parents don't know I'm here. I would like it if this conversation didn't get back to them." I started as I took a sip from my glass.

"I'm not sure I feel comfortable keeping secrets from them, but I'll agree to keep your confidence for now. If we happen across something I think they should know, I'll let you know I can no longer keep our conversation private."

"I guess that's good enough." I said, not sure at all that it was good enough. "I saw some videos from my parents security cameras that I wanted to ask you about."

I watched him closely to see any sign of stress or worry when I brought up the videos, but there was nothing. He still had that perfect smile and those kind eyes trained on me as if I'd just asked him about the weather.

"I see. Was I in any of these videos?" He asked, still very casual.

"Yes. You and Evelyn were making love."

"You call your mother Evelyn?" He asked.

"Not usually, but it's easier to talk about these things if I sort of distance myself from it." I explained.

"That makes sense." He said, making me wonder if I was being patronized. "So you saw me making love to Evelyn and you came to ask me about it instead of asking her?"

"I also saw a video of John talking about having sex with you as well. And I saw Evelyn making John go down on her after you'd had sex with her. She was rubbing his face in it."

"I'm sure seeing those things was very upsetting, and probably very confusing. I'm still not sure why your asking me about it." He was still treating me very kindly and I felt myself drawn in by him.

"Well, I don't know you. If I asked my parents about this, it would make thing awkward at home. Asking you has less risk since I probably won't ever see you again." Even as I said it I felt a ping of loss. I did want to see him again. Something about him resonated with me.

"I see. So you want to know what exactly?"

"Why are you having sex with my family members. My dad works for you. Doesn't that create some sort of conflict?"

"I'm not sure I have good answers to those questions. At least not short answers."

"I have time." I said. "If now isn't good for you, I can come back."

Dawson sighed.

"When I was in college, I got good grades, but I wasn't getting excellent grades. My father told me he was proud of me, but then he told me to try harder and see if I could do better. My father is a very imposing man. We've always had a good relationship, but I've always felt like I didn't quite measure up to his expectations." Dawson started his explanation with his life story.

"I hired several tutors but my grades were still good, not great. Finally, one of my professors recommended John. Your father had graduated near the top of his class, but he didn't have good business contacts. He was working night shift at a research facility making just barely enough money to support your family. You might remember, your were seven or eight at the time."

I vaguely remembered a time when Dad worked nights. We still lived in the old house, in the not so good neighborhood.

"We clicked almost immediately. Not just as a tutor and pupil, but as friends. John understood me, he knew what I was feeling when I explained the pressure I put on myself to please my father. He knew how to teach me in a way that I could really learn. He wasn't trying to get me to score higher on tests, he wanted me to know the material."

"When I graduated with honors, my father was so please he made me the section manager at one of his facilities. I was a nepo hire and I knew it. I was determined to prove I deserved the position. I hired John as one of my supervisors, paid him a lot more than he had been making working night shift, and asked him to help me at work the way he had in school.

"John is a bit of a savant when it comes to business acumen and workplace politics. Within a month he'd figured our department out. He knew the strengthens and weaknesses and he knew what we needed to fix. He brought all this to me and helped me implement the required changes in a way that gave me all the credit. He did that because of our friendship.

"By the end of the year our section was exceeding all predictions. We were out earning every other section by a fair margin. I looked like a genius. I tried over and over to get John to take some of the credit, but he refused."

"That sounds like Dad. He doesn't like a lot of attention."

"My father promoted me to the site VP, and gave me control of the whole operation. I promoted John to be my operations manager and he did the same thing for me once again. Two years later our site was blowing the other sites out of the water. John has a knack for finding revenue streams that no one else ever considered. I was promoted to President of the company and once again your father came with me to make me look good."

"I understand what your saying, my dad and you are close and he helps you because of your friendship, but that's not really answering my questions about the other part of your relationship." I tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"Lindsey, I love your father in every sense of that word. I love him as a friend, and I love him intimately, romantically. And he loves me too."

Dawson's' declaration was so direct it set me back. I didn't know what I was expecting to learn when I came here, but it wasn't that. I never thought of Dad being in love with anyone except Mom. Speaking of Mom.

"What about Evelyn? Sleeping with his wife seems like a weird way to show John you love him."

"I love her too. She's like a battery. She has the energy of the Sun. She brings happiness, and joy, and comfort to John and I. Over the years I have come to love her and desire her to the point I would be lost without her. She loves me, and she comforts me.

"I have terrible imposter syndrome. It's the source of my anxiety about my father's approval of me. John is a perfect operator. He gets shit done, but it takes a toll on him. He can't shut it off and the stress and pressure eat at him, it breaks him down. Evelyn loves to be the center of attention. She's not selfish or narcissistic, but she flourishes when others focus on her. The three of us are in love and we cherish each other and we've found a way to help each other.

"John finds relief from his stress when he loses control of himself. So, I dominate him sexually. I treat him like a cuck and I make him serve me. I attack his intelligence, his masculinity, and his free will. I make him submit to me. When he's my bitch - my slave, he's free from the stress. He's able to cope and he's happy. It also helps me feel more confident. I'm in control. I can make him do things. I'm good enough to be the boss. We have fine tuned this unconventional dynamic to the point that we're both getting what we need to have better mental health."

"And Evelyn?" I asked.

"She gets the full attention of two men who love her. She gets to dote on us and pamper us, each in our own way. Maybe she smears a cum filled pussy all over John's face, but that's the way he needs to be pampered. With me, she's supportive and passionate. She strokes my ego while squashing John's. It's the balance we need."

"So, you three are in love, but you have this elaborate role-play thing you do to make each other feel better?"

"Pretty much. I wouldn't exactly call it role-playing. It's more like a subtext to our interactions. The feelings we get from these interactions are very real. It's more like two faces of the same personality. Have you ever noticed that you act differently when you're around different groups of people? Your whole personality doesn't change, but you interact differently."

"Of course." I said. "I know what your talking about."

"It's like that. Sometimes we interact in a compassionate and loving manner. Other times we interact in dominate or submissive manner. Who we are doesn't change. Our love for each other doesn't change, but our interactions change. When I put John in a chastity cage I'm symbolically taking away his manhood and he feels that. The emotions are real. But he knows I love him, and I know it's what he wants and needs."

"Wait. You lock Dad in chastity?" I once again found myself shocked.

"I thought you said you watched our videos?" Dawson asked.

"I didn't watch them all."

"Oh, of course. Yes, John wears a chastity cage and I have the only key. I control his access to his cock."

"How often do you let him out?"

"Almost never."

"What? You mean Mom and Dad never have sex?"

"John prefers to wear the cage. He prefers to have it on all the time. It's become something of a security blanket for him. Every once in a while he'll indicate he wants to have it removed and I'll eventually let him out. When he's released, John and Evelyn have normal sex like any other married couple. When the stress gets to be too much, I lock him back up."

"So how long does he stay locked up?" Once again my curiosity was overpowering my good sense. I really didn't need to know this much about my parents sex life.

"He's usually locked up for about eight or nine months before he's ready to be released again."

"Holy shit. And how long is he released?"

"The longest I remember was four weeks. Normally he's ready to submit to he cage after a week or two."

"So my parents only have sex for a few weeks each year?"

"No, of course not. They have sex nearly everyday. John uses his mouth or his hands or sex toys to please Evelyn, and she uses a strap-on harness to fuck John. He's gotten so used to being anally penetrated it's almost the only way he can achieve orgasm now."

We were quiet for a few moments while we nursed our lemonade. A thought occurred to me that had nothing to do with Mom or Dad, but I asked the question anyway. I was feeling curious and nosy.

"If you're in a secret relationship with my parents, doesn't everyone think it's odd that you're single and you seemingly never date?"

"I date from time to time, mostly just to avoid the kind of scrutiny you're describing. But when I date I pick women who are, let's say, more appropriate for the bedroom than the wedding chapel. I've sort of cultivated a reputation as a shallow womanizing douche. It fits well with what most people think of trust fund nepo-losers."

"Do John and Evelyn get jealous when you're with another woman."

Dawson laughed. "No, there isn't a lot of room for jealousy in our relationship. We've talked about it from time to time, and I think there's a part of John and Evelyn that secretly hope I'll find my soulmate. As much as I love your mom, she's loyal to John and will always be his wife. Those two are so close they're practically one person. I never feel like an outsider with them, but I think they worry that I do."

"Have you ever dated someone really young. Like someone who's just barely legal?" I tried to play cool but my heart was pounding. What the fuck was I doing. I mean, yes I really liked this man, but he fucked my parents on a daily basis. Both of them. I couldn't actually date him, could I?

"I haven't, but if I did, it would fit in well with the perception most people have of me. I don't think anyone would be surprised if I did. Except maybe John and Evelyn." Dawson answered sincerely to a question I shouldn't have asked. I should have left it alone there.

"If I put my number in your phone, would you call me sometime?" I heard the tremble in my voice as I spoke. I was losing confidence.

"You're extremely beautiful. I would love to spend time with you. But I could never do that behind your parents back. Before that could happen, they would need to know everything."

There it was. A line in the sand. I wanted to see Dawson again. I wanted to feel what Mom felt when he made her cum. Everything I'd seen and heard over the past day had my mind frazzled and on edge, and it was all culminating in me being too horny to think straight. I should just leave and rub myself raw until my brain starts working again.

"Give me your number." I said. "I'll call you if I decide to tell them everything."

Mom was home by the time I returned. I could hear her in the kitchen as I was returning Dad's jacket to his closet. I went to the kitchen and found her wearing her tennis outfit, a tight white tank top and loose shorts that looked like a skirt, and were short enough to make every man around look once or twice. I'd always been envious of Mom's body. She's so beautiful, and she knows just how to move and exist in a way that exudes sexual confidence.

I'd been told my whole life I looked just like her, which most people probably thought was a compliment, but to me it just made me feel like a blurry photocopy of the real thing. She's a walking wet dream and I'm just a book worm that scores highest in the class on my college exams. Not that I don't get attention from guys. I've done a fair bit of sexual exploration myself since getting to college, but somehow I still feel like I'll never be half the woman Mom is.

"Hey Sweetie! How are you? Are you here for the weekend? I hope so I want to go shopping and I need someone to go with me."

"Hey, Mom. Yeah, I was planning to stay the whole weekend. We can go melt some credit cards tomorrow if you want. I could use a distraction, and shopping is just normal enough to help."

"What's the matter Lindsey? Something troubling you? Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around a couple things. I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it yet, maybe later."

"I'm here if need me."

"Thanks Mom. I think I'm going to go lay down. I didn't get much sleep last night and I need some down time to think. Wake me when Dad gets home if I don't come down before then."

"Okay Sweetie. I will."

I didn't really expect to sleep, my head was still just as wound up as it had been last night. Maybe even worse now that I couldn't seem to stop thinking about Dawson. What was it about him that got to me? I barely knew the man and I just couldn't stop thinking about him.

He was open and straightforward. He hadn't wasted a lot of time with denials or obfuscation. He could have told me to get lost, but he was kind to me and it seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me.

There was something about his personality that seemed so unique. He was in complete control of himself, he exuded confidence. It was easy to imagine him speaking to a board of directors or a group of investors and having them eating out of his hand. But there was a vulnerability about him too. He wore his emotions on his sleeve in a way I'd never seen before.

The guys I dated or hooked up with seemed confident and in control, but compared to Dawson, their confidence felt like an imitation. Something about his personality just felt so real to me. I felt connected to him, even though that was ridiculous. I didn't even know him, not really.

Sleep did come though, as I laid there in my bed thinking about Dawson, wanting to see him and be with him, but knowing the price for that was too high. I could never tell my parents what I'd seen in those video clips, could I?

Dad woke me with a light taping on my door.

"Hey Lindsey, Mom said you wanted a wake up call."

"Hi Dad. Thanks, I'll be down in a bit."

As the last tendrils of sleep seeped out of my head I thought once again about Dawson, and the odd way I felt compelled to be with him. I reached for my phone and texted him.

Lindsey: Make reservations for later tonight, then swing by and pick me up. I'm going to tell them everything. It would be great if you were here when I did.

Dawson: Dinner will be at eight. When should I arrive to pick you up?

Lindsey: Seven

Lindsey: Make that six-thirty

Dawson: Will do. Dress fancy.

I'm so fucking stupid. There is no way this works out. I'm about to light a bomb in my parents living room. I want to get laid by Dawson, but I'm much more likely to get disowned by my family.

I took a shower and spent some time looking at the clothes I had in my closet. What the fuck did dress fancy even mean. It probably meant wear a dress, but what kind? A little black dress, something slinky and sexy? Maybe he meant a gown? What kind of a restaurant was he taking me too?

I chose the little black dress. It has a plunging neckline and a split up the seam that stops just before things go from sexy to indecent. I knew it would turn heads, because it did every time I wore it. If it wasn't what Dawson wanted, I had time to change before we left on our date.

I went down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. Dad was in the family room sitting on a sofa ready something on his phone. Mom noticed me first and started in on the nonsense.

"Oh my god, you look amazing! Do you have a date tonight? Who is it? Someone I know?"

Boy were things about to get awkward.

"Yeah, I have a date tonight. Look, I need to talk to you and Dad before I head out. I need to tell you something and I'm worried you won't take it well. Promise me you'll keep an open mind?"

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"No, Mom. I'm not pregnant. Please, just promise me you'll let me talk and get everything off my chest before you interrupt me. And help me with Dad if he gets to excited."

"Lindsey, you're making me nervous. But I promise. You know we'll support you, no matter what. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together, as a family."

As a family. Sure. Oh boy.

I followed Mom into the other room and watched as she sat down next to Dad. I took the chair opposite of them leaving the other sofa empty. I think subconsciously I wanted as much space between them and me. I knew they wouldn't react violently, but other than that, I had no idea what was about to happen. Dad figured out something was up, maybe from Mom's expression. He put his phone away and looked at me curiously.

"I need to tell you both something, and I think it might upset you, but please just let me have my say before interrupting me. When I'm done you can yell at me if you want."

"Honey, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad. Just let it out and you'll feel better."

I looked at the clock, it was twenty after six. Dawson would be here in ten minutes. I hoped he wasn't late. For some reason I was counting him as an ally in this mess and I knew I would feel less nervous once he got here.

"Yesterday I came home to wash some laundry. When I got here I heard noises coming from your bedroom. Sex noises."

They looked at each other. Dad looked a bit pale. Mom looked kind of amused.

"I figured out it was Mom with someone else because Dad's car wasn't in the driveway. I was confused and hurt so I ran out of the house. I parked in the Baker's driveway and watched when Dawson left. I saw him kiss Mom at the door. I thought Mom was having an affair and I was afraid she might see me on the camera and know I was here so I used my tablet to login so I could delete the video of me arriving and leaving."

I stopped and took a deep breathe. Dad was turning green, but Mom still didn't look fazed. Did she already know? Had Dawson called to warn her?

"That app shouldn't have worked." Dad interrupted. "I set it to auto uninstall when I gave you access."

"Please Dad, let me finish. It did work, and I was able to see what was happening in the house. I saw you come home and I saw what you and Mom did on the stairs, how you went down on her even though she just has sex with Dawson.

"I was freaked out, I just went back to school and had a bit of a melt down. I didn't understand what was going on here, between you two and your friend. So I watched some of the old videos and I saw some pretty crazy things. I needed to talk to someone, but I didn't know who I could tell about this. I was afraid to tell you both because I didn't want you to think I was a peeping tom pervert."

"I'm glad you decided to tell use dear." Mom said.

"Well, I didn't start with you two. I found Dawson's address and went to his house earlier today. He told me about your relationship. About how you all care about each other and try to take care of each other. It helped because now I know that whatever you guys are into, it's not some mid-life crisis that's going to destroy our family."

"I'm glad you feel better, but I wish you would have told us first. We wouldn't have been angry with you. We aren't ashamed of our lifestyle. We only hid it from you so that you could experience your own sexual exploration without any bias from how we choose to live." Mom was trying to make me feel better, which was good, but I hadn't gotten to the worst of it yet.

"Well maybe things would have been less confusing if I had come to you instead of Dawson, because while I was talking with him, I sort of started to like him. He's my date for tonight. I asked him out and he said yes as long as I was completely honest with both of you about everything."

"Lindsey, I don't think..." Dad started.

"That's enough John." Mom interrupted him with a tone of authority I'd never heard her use with him. He was immediately quiet.

"Lindsey is a whole and unique person who has her own wants and desires. She's got her own curiosities and she's started on a path of exploration. Don't treat her like she's property that you own and can control." Mom spoke quietly but with a commanding presence that reminded me of the power I saw in the video, the power I felt so attracted too.

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I forgot myself for a second." Dad looked at me as he spoke and I couldn't tell if he was apologizing to me or to Mom.

I wasn't sure what to say next. Both my parents were staring at me expectantly, but I'd pretty much said what I wanted to say. I'd expected to be in an argument at this point, but for some reason, they just sort of accepted it. My luck held and just as I was worried things would devolve into an awkward silence, the front door opened. Dawson had arrived, and entered our home as if he owned it. He smiled and winked at me when our eyes met. He took a seat on the empty sofa, between me and my parents, like a referee.

"So?" Dawson asked to no one in particular. "Is everything good?"

"We're fine, Love." Mom answered. "Lindsey explained that you two are going to be spending some time together. We couldn't be more excited for you both."

"Really?" Asked Dawson.

"Well, John was a bit slow to come around. But we're all on the same page now." Mom tattled on Dad.

"I'm on board. I assure you." Dad promised. "I just forgot my place for a moment. It was caught a bit off guard. That's all"

Dawson smiled and nodded. "Maybe it would be good to give you a lesson, just to help you next time. We can't have you forgetting your place, especially not where my girls here are concerned." Dawson motioned to Mom and I when he called us his girls.

"Yes, of course." Dad said, his face drawn and his eyes plastered to the floor in front of him.

"Since John's misstep seems to have been at your expense, why don't you decide how we can best help him learn his place?" Dawson said, talking to me.

I felt a warm rush throughout my body as I realized what he was asking. He wanted me to discipline Dad. Me! Whatever game Dawson, John, and Evelyn are playing, I'd just been dealt in. There was a part of my brain that knew this was wrong, or taboo. I shouldn't be exploring sexual kinks with my own parents. But my curiosity was peaked and my blood pumped with adrenaline. I was aroused by the possibilities.

Dawson was smiling at me encouragingly. Mom was looking at me with bright feverish eyes. She was manic with anticipation. Dad was still looking at the carpet in front of his feet. Could I do this? Could I ask Dad to submit to me? Could I demand his submission?

"Maybe John should get on he knees and crawl over to you so he can use his tongue to clean the bottom of your shoes." I said to Dawson, not quite brave enough to give Dad the order directly.

"That's a perfect idea. There's no better way for him to be reminded of his place than for him to be on his knees serving his superiors."

Without any further direction Dad slipped off the sofa onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Dawson. When he was in reach, he lowered his head and started licking the bottom of Dawson's shoes. I felt wetness between my thighs as I experienced first hand the rush of power I'd first seen on the video of Mom rubbing Dad's face in Dawson's cum. I needed more. I was addicted.

"Evelyn, can you see from that vantage point?" I asked. "I'd hate for you to miss the show. Maybe if you sat on Dawson's lap, you could see better?"

Was I gaining confidence, or was it just easier for me to be direct with Mom? She responded quickly, standing and walking to Dawson, then stepping one leg over his outstretched limbs, straddling him before lowering herself onto his lap.

Dawson's hands were on her immediately. His right hand found her bare thigh just below the hem of her short tennis outfit. Slowly he moved it up past the loose material until his hand was out of sight and Mom was squirming on him.

From his position on the ground, if Dad looked up and between Dawson's legs he would be able to see right up Mom's shorts and see exactly where Dawson's fingers were being inserted.

I felt the heat of lust burning my face as I watched Dawson finger Mom while Dad licked the bottom of his shoes. I'd done that. I'd put that scene into motion. The feelings of power and control were overwhelming. My panties were wet and it took everything I had to stop myself from masturbating right there in front of all of them.

Mom finally gave into Dawson completely. She was sighing and moaning with her eyes closed and her head laid back on his shoulder. She was giving in to the pleasure of his touch and the weird sexual tension of the moment. Dawson pawed fruitlessly at her breasts, foiled by her sports bra and tank top. I couldn't stand to see him denied.

I walked over behind the sofa they sat on and reach over them, grabbing Mom's top I carefully pulled it off. She raised her arms and leaned forward to assist me as I stripped her in front of her lover and her husband. When the tank top was removed I pulled the bra off as well, leaving her bare and exposed to Dawson's touch. I sat back down in my spot, shaking with lust. I'd just stripped Mom so another man could fondle her, and Dad watched me do it.

I was on fire and ready to explode. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but the small part of me that still wanted to be sane stopped me. The things I'd done so far were without a doubt incest adjacent. I wasn't ready for full on incest. I sat there watching Mom being worked over and wished it was me. As her body responded to Dawson's touch her moans and groans became louder and more frequent. She was very near her climax.

And then she came. She hissed unintelligible words through her clenched jaw as her body shook on Dawson's lap. Her legs went tight and the definition lines of her leg muscles made my wet hole leak even more. God, Mom was so fucking beautiful. As she shook and groaned and came on her lover's hand, Dad never stopped licking. His pace remained steady as he worked to clean the uncleanable.

When Mom stopped moving and her body sagged against Dawson, he took the wet hand out of her shorts and pushed the fingers into her mouth. She cleaned him without hesitation, licking her own juices from the hand of the man I knew would be fucking me later than evening.

Dawson took his cleaned fingers out of Mom's mouth and motioned to me. "Why don't you take her upstairs and help her get cleaned up."

I still had Mom's clothes as I took her hand and helped her stand on wobbly legs. I held her hand in mine as I steadied her for the walk up the stairs and into her bedroom, then the bathroom.

Mom pulled her shorts and panties off before collapsing on the toilet completely naked. She kept a chair in her bathroom to use when applying her makeup. I sat in the chair and watched without shame as Mom emptied her bladder, her stream loud enough to prevent conversation.

Two days ago the though of seeing Mom naked would have been so bizarre, but now it felt perfectly normal. Are brains really that flexible? Can my reality change so much in such a short time, or was I always a bit fucked in the head and only now was it manifesting?

"That felt amazing." Mom muttered as she finished releasing her water.

"It looked amazing." I said. "And crazy. Everything about it was crazy. I'm kind of in shock."

"You'll get used to it." She promised.

"Did I go too far?" I asked, worried that in my freshman zeal I might make a terrible mistake.

"No sweetie. If it felt good, it wasn't too far."

"I mean when I was telling you and Dad what to do? I liked how it felt to be in control, but how do I know if I tell you to do something that I shouldn't."

"The trick is to remember why you're giving the command. I know how good it feels to hold power but always remember, the excitement is wonderful but we do these things to express love and to help each other. If you get too focused on the power, you might take things to far." Motherly advice never seemed so weird before.

"I think I understand what your saying, but will you stop me or tell me it's too much if I make a mistake?" I was feeling less powerful and more nervous as I considered the ramifications of overstepping the boundaries of this new game I'd been allowed to play.

"We have a system. If we're playing and everything feels good, but you don't want to go further, you just say 'I'm not quite ready for that'. We'll stop that thing but keep playing. Later, when we're cuddling and resting, we'll talk about that thing and try to understand what you were feeling that made you want to stop. We'll decide if it's something you want to try later, or not at all.

"If we're playing and you're feeling overwhelmed and you want things to stop all together you just say 'I need some time'. We'll stop everything and take a few minutes apart so we can re-center. Then we'll cuddle and hold each other and talk about how you were feeling and see if there's something about the way we were playing that needs to change or if you just need time to adjust."

"So if I'm telling someone to do something and they say one of those things, then we stop and no one feels forced into something they aren't ready for?" I asked.

"Yes, dear. I know all this stuff is weird and new and probably very exciting, but we do it to explore ourselves and our relationships. We never want to hurt or traumatize anyone."

We sat quietly for a minute as I let everything sort of sink in. I thought about Dad licking Dawson's shoes and couldn't help but giggle a bit. He had looked so earnest in his efforts, despite the fact his wife was being fingered to orgasm in front of his eyes. What a trip.

"What do you think the men are talking about down stairs?" I asked.

"Right now your father is convincing Dawson everything is okay and that it's fine for him to date our daughter." Mom proclaimed confidently.

"I think you have that backward. When I broke the news to you, Dad didn't seem too eager. I think Dawson's probably the one doing the talking."

"Your father and I have always worked to keep this part of our lifestyle from you. We wanted to protect you and let you grow up in a "normal" household. When you told us what you'd seen on the camera, your father was still trying to protect you from our alternate lifestyle. It took him a bit to realize that we're past that. Now we're in the mode of teaching you so that you can learn how to explore safely. How to try new things without getting too far ahead of your mind or your heart.

"Dawson might have seemed cool and in control, but his relationship with your father is paramount to him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt or upset your him. So right now your father's reassuring Dawson that we're on board with him seeing you and that we trust him to help guide you. It's something that might seem outrageous, but in our little family unit, taboo is pretty normal."

I watched as Mom cleaned herself with the toilet paper and felt a shiver run through me as my eyes once again absorbed the physical beauty of her body. Every movement seemed sexual, even wiping after taking a piss. Her toned body called out to me and I wondered if sanity would hold out or if I would give in to my desire to feel her and taste her and explore her fully.

"Hand me my clothes and I'll dress so we can go back down stairs." Mom requested.

The devil that was growing inside me flared with inspiration. I picked up Mom's shorts and panties from the floor and bunched them with the top and bra I had carried up then threw them in the hamper.

"You fix your makeup." I told her. "I'll pick out something for you to wear."

She smiled knowingly and turned to the mirror to do as I commanded. It took me a second to find what I was looking for in Mom's closet. The sandals had one strap over the toes and a second strap around the ankle with a silver chain connecting the two straps. They had six inch stiletto heels.

"Here." I handed them to Mom.

"This is my outfit?" She asked coyly.

"It would be shame to hide even the smallest bit of your perfect body." I said, a bit to my own surprise.

We were standing close as I handed her the heels, and the closeness suddenly became obvious to me. Mom is tall, just over five foot eight inches, but I'm almost an inch taller. As the shoes changed hands, I leaned in and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and I felt hell fire boiling between my thighs. This was so fucking wrong.

The kiss was simple, just a peck really, but I knew at that moment, things between Mom and I were going to go further than I had expected when the evening began. When I pulled away I saw Mom had her eyes closed and I knew she too was feeling the effects of the sexual tension between us.

"I want tonight to be perfect with Dawson. Later tonight, I mean. When we're having sex. Right now, I'm going to take you to him and I want you to suck his cock and make him cum so that later, with me, he doesn't finish too early and spoil things."

"Yes, dear." Was all Mom said as I took her hand and lead her naked down the stairs.

Dawson and Dad were sitting on opposite sofas, Dad no longer licking the soles of Dawson's shoes. As we entered the room, whatever they'd been talking about faded away as they both saw Mom strutting behind me naked except for her heels. I walked Mom past Dad, giving him a wink as I did so, and presented her to Dawson.

"Tonight's going to be our first time experiencing intimacy together." I told Dawson. "I want to make sure you last long enough for us both to enjoy it. Evelyn is going to suck you off and swallow your first load of the night to make sure you can give me your best effort later."

I stood next to Mom as she bent over and unfastened Dawson's pants. When his cock came into view it was the first time I'd seen it in person. He was bigger than he looked on video. Mom bent at the waist and took him into her mouth and a low moan leaked from his lips as he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the sofa cushions.

I walked over to Dad and sat next to him, grabbing his arm and putting it over my shoulder so I could cuddle up to him like I did when we watched movies. Only this time we were staring at Mom's perfect ass as she noisily slurped a big cock.

The olive skinned globes of her ass symmetrically sandwiched the full, plump lips of her pussy. Her sunflower shaped asshole winked at us involuntarily every time Dawson's cock stabbed the back of her throat. I realized belatedly I had slipped my hand through the slit in my dress and I was touching myself through the fabric of my panties.

I relentlessly rubbed circles around my hard clit as I listened to the sounds of slurping cock coming from Mom's mouth. I was so hot and needy at this point I just couldn't hold back any longer. My first orgasm that night came fast, and it warmed my body as I felt Dad's arm around my shoulders and the taboo of the moment intensified the pleasure I felt as I came in Dad's arms.

The waves of pleasure ebbed through my body in diminishing returns as I recovered from my moment of climax. I was afraid that having sated my sexual needs I would no longer find excitement in this game and that I would be overcome by shame or disgust, but in actuality I felt calmness around me. I was eager for more.

Dawson came quickly as well, and he grunted and shivered as Mom used her practiced mouth to extract from him the contents of his balls. When Mom stood, his cock was clean and her mouth was full of his semen. She walked toward Dad and then bent to kiss him, allowing him to share in the taste of her reward. She forced him to swallow the cum of his lover and rival as she kissed him deeply and passionately. When she pulled away, Dad's lips glistened with Dawson's cum.

Dawson was suddenly standing in front of me, his cock was put away and his hand was outstretched toward me.

"We'd better get going or we'll miss our reservation."

I took his hand and forgot all about Dad's cum slicked lips as he lead me out of my home and toward whatever dark and deviant future lie waiting for me.