My favorite part of their sex was getting to watch my daughter withdraw herself from my son’s dripping cock and turn around to kiss him on the lips lovingly. My heart melted when I saw that.
Matt’s eyes shifted towards me while their lips were still locked. “Sorry Mom, that wasn’t fair to do that in front of you like that. I wanna hear more about what happened with Dad anyway.”
I motioned to Bree. “I think she should tell you everything. It’s really all her doing.”
“That’s not true,” Bree interjected. “You started talking to him about fucking me.”
Matt just shook his head. “God, I wish I had been there for this.”
“Oh!” Bree exclaimed just then. “I forgot to check my social stuff for today. I was so caught up in what happened. You guys mind if I hurry upstairs real quick? I’ll come back down and we can talk more.”
“Sure honey,” I said with a nod. “That’s fine.”
I was truthfully glad she still had something else to focus on right now, other than having sex with her own father, because things might still not work out very well for that side of things. I was hopeful of course, but also realistic. The way it had happened wasn’t as organic as I would have hoped and I still worried that maybe our family unit could be threatened. I had to force myself to think with the logical, emotional side of my heart and not just focus on how fucking hot this all was.
Bree bounded off to her room upstairs while Matt sat back down and adjusted his shorts over his exposed cock. He was still bulging when he turned to face me in his chair. I casually reached out and stroked him through the thin material as if it was the most natural maternal gesture a mother would give her child.
“You probably think I’m gonna freak out again, huh?” he said to me. “Like I did before?”
“That was not freaking out,” I corrected him, sipping from my coffee mug while I continued massaging his spent boner. “That was a beautiful moment between us, and if I recall you had quite the enjoyable time with my body.”
Matt finished the last few bites of his eggs before answering me. “I was hoping to fuck you this morning, actually. Bree and I usually fool around later in the day. Is it weird that we have that routine?”
I squeezed his cock one more time before releasing him. “Are you still finding time to enjoy yourself alone?”
“Oh yeah,” he answered bluntly. “I still jerk off to porn. Sometimes I cum but sometimes I just do it for fun until one of us can have sex. I love that I can talk to you about that. It feels so good to talk about! Why is that?”
I winked at him. “Our family is special.”
“Fuck, I hope Dad can see that side of things. It’s so good! I can’t imagine how he wouldn’t, after fucking Bree.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was hot. You would have loved seeing it and being there. But we need to talk about the next steps. Your father isn’t going to come home and suddenly want to have sex with her again. This is going to be delicate, and we need to be prepared.”
Matt nodded in serious agreement. “Yeah, that’s true. Tell me what to do.”
I set my coffee down and clapped my hands together. “Okay. This is what I’ve come up with…”
*****
When Tom finally came home in the evening, without so much as a text ahead of time, we were ready for him. I had ordered his favorite Chinese takeout so that he could eat whenever he wanted, and had his favorite beers ice cold in the fridge. I made sure the kids were around but we were not all three necessarily hanging out together. I warned them that we needed to read the room when he came home, and if he seemed too awkward or upset then they should scatter and leave him to me.
I was reading on my favorite living room chair, and Matt was sitting on the couch playing with his tablet, and Bree was on her phone scrolling through her social feeds. One of the things we would need to reveal to Tom was how her OnlyFans was taking off, and that Matt had starred in some of her content. He would be glad to know that they remained anonymous, but it might still be shocking to him. I told my kids that we should wait on that one.
When we heard the garage door open, the three of us looked at each other and exchanged excited looks. Part of me wanted to run to the door and greet my husband, but I knew he might need some space. He might not know how to feel or what he needed, in fact, so I had to be especially cautious and open.
When the inside door to the garage opened and Tom stepped into the house, he smiled at me before glancing nervously at each of his kids. I took that as a positive sign.
“Welcome home,” I said cheerily, though not over the top. “I got Chinese.”
Tom nodded in acknowledgment but just stood there for a moment. He seemed to be struggling with what to say or maybe even whether he should say anything yet. He was wearing his golf pants and a polo so maybe he had gone to the driving range, which made me glad that he was off having fun. At least he hadn’t come home reeking of booze.
He fidgeted with his keys for a moment before tossing them into the key dish. He still wasn’t saying anything, and I was feeling like the tension was high, so I got up from my chair and approached him slowly but with a loving smile on my face. I reached for his hand and squeezed his fingers gently.
“Want me to make you a plate?” I asked, keeping my voice normal. This evening had to feel like nothing was weird and our relationship was nothing out of the ordinary and not a big deal.
He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind, instead nodding. I went to the kitchen and dished him out his favorite items, and grabbed a beer from the fridge, before returning to him. He had sat down in his chair which was next to mine, and the kids were purposely distracting themselves at this point, but at least he hadn’t said anything negative to them yet.
“Thanks, hon,” he said, almost sounding normal right now. He accepted the plate and the beer, though it took him a moment to partake of any of it.
“You go golfing?” Matt asked, still busy on his tablet.
His father nodded, though he didn’t say anything yet. I was worried that maybe Matt should just stay silent and see what happened but I wouldn’t stop him from talking to his own father.
“Sorry I’m not into that,” Matt continued. “I know you probably always wanted me to go with you.”
Tom seemed to barely register anything Matt was saying because he was staring intently at Bree right now. She played it very cool and continued looking down at her phone. I knew how hard that must be for her, denying her father’s attention when that was what she desired so badly, especially now.
I slowly came to sit on the arm of Tom’s chair and set my hand on the back of his neck, stroking him there and trying to help him relax. I had a plan for tonight but it needed excellent timing.
“Thanks for dinner,” Tom said, taking a few bites before gulping down some beer.
I leaned down to whisper in his ear: “Want me to send the kids away for a bit?”
He shook his head, but smiled up at me. “I’m good. Worn out, actually.”
I just smiled devilishly. “That never stopped me before.”
He chuckled, and continued eating. “You all ate already? Sorry, I should’ve called.”
I shook my head and rubbed at his shoulders. “We’ve been snacking all day. This was the easiest option anyway, and you like it.”
Tom sighed, still chewing but obviously uncomfortable suddenly. “I…I need to apologize.”
The kids all looked up at him just then, surprised by his words, and I had to admit my heart was beating fast right now. He swallowed his mouthful before continuing.
“That wasn’t very nice of me to just leave like that without telling any of you where I went. That’s not what our family does. I’m sorry about that.”
I furrowed my brow as I looked down at him. “Tom, honey…it’s fine. We knew you were just doing what you needed.”
Tom smiled up at me, but shook his head with sorrow. “I didn’t know what I needed, but I’m not going to do that anymore. After…what happened, which I assume everyone knows about now…I think we need to stay closer than ever.”
I kneeled next to him as I reached for his hand and held it tightly. “We’re always here for you, baby. Tell us what you need.”
Tom looked at me for a few silent moments, but then reached up to squeeze my arm affectionately. “I don’t know how to do this. You have more experience than me. Do they know everything?”
I was hesitant with how much to reveal, because of all the scenarios I had mentally prepared for, my own husband showing this level of compassion and understanding was just not one of them. I nodded though, seeing that now all pretense of my kids being distracted with their devices was dropped. This was now a family conversation, for better or worse.
Tom glanced at Matt and Breeana. “You’ve all…had sex together? With your mom?”
Matt and Breeana exchanged a look between them, but then both of them nodded in response. This was the critical moment that would either make or break our family and I could barely stand the pressure.
Help me Daddy, I called out silently, hoping my long-dead father’s voice would comfort me or say something insightful. He always gave me advice in these moments.
Tom looked straight at Breeana. “Bree…I don’t know if I need to apologize to you or…whatever the fuck I need to do. Tell me how you’re feeling right now about what happened.”
Bree leaned forward on the couch and faced her father boldly. “I loved it, Daddy. I really want you to know that. I want you to understand that nothing we are doing is because we’re being forced to. None of us are being abused and we’re all old enough to make our own choices about this kind of thing. We have sex with each other because we really, actually want to. We all get turned on by what we’re doing and we really want you to join us, or at least accept us.”
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