Visiting My Best Friend
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When you were a teenager, did you ever had "a thing" for your best friend's mother? How about for your best friend's sister? How about your own mother and sister? Did you think there was something wrong with you? Did you believe those people who said that kind of thing meant you had a sexual addiction, and needed therapy? Or did you decide you were just a normal teenager, surrounded by hot women and evolution was simply making sure that men wanted to do their part in keeping the species going?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy
Have you ever had “a thing” about your best friend’s mother? How about for your best friend’s sister?
My best friend is named Phil Marshal and we’ve known each other since we were toddlers. I thought I knew him and everybody in his family just as well as I knew my own family members, but it turned out I was wrong. There were a bunch of things about that family I didn’t know about.
I found this out when I went on vacation with my parents and sister and we got back earlier than we had planned. The important part about that was I had told Phil when I’d be back and he didn’t know we got back early.
So I went to see my best friend. It was a Saturday, right after lunch time, just an ordinary time of the day. I went in without ringing the bell, just like always. And, like always, I went to find Phil.
The first shock I got was when I walked into the living room and there, on their couch, was his fourteen year old sister, Emma. She was naked.
Now I had lusted after Emma for years and years. She had kissed me one time, when I taught her how to memorize some math equations, but she had never done anything else. She wore crop tops and cut-off shorts a lot in the summer and I always hoped I’d get a look up inside to her boobs. She had really nice, big ones. She looked like a slightly younger version of her mother, Heather, who was a true MILF. Both of them had some redhead in their genes, and neither one ever stayed out in the sun longer than they had to, so they had this pale, smooth skin that made them look a little ethereal.
In fact, I saw a pair of cut-off shorts and a small top lying on the floor nearby the couch. But the real shocker wasn’t that she was naked. The real shocker was that her dad, Roger, was also naked and had his dick in Emma’s pussy! I froze and just stared. He was going in and out of her slowly while they kissed. Then he went all the way in and stopped. He lifted his lips of hers and said, “Milk me off, Baby.”
“Daddy! You know I can’t,” she moaned. “It’s not safe today. If you squirt in me you could get me pregnant.”
“Mmmm, that sounds nice,” he growled.
“Daddy! You’ve taught Phil to be just like you. He keeps telling me he’s going to knock me up.”
“Nobody is forcing you to open your legs, Sweetheart,” said Roger.
“That’s not fair. You know how horny I get. Mom’s the same way. We need to get laid and you guys take advantage of us. And you better be careful because he told me he’s gonna try and make Mom’s belly swell up, too. He’s probably doing that right now!”
“Come on, Baby,” he said. “Let me shoot in you just this once. Your hot pussy is my favorite place to squirt.”
“Didn’t you hear me? You could make my belly all fat!”
“You know I’d take good care of you and any babies you have. I make plenty of money. We could even hire a nanny to take care of the babies so you could keep going to school.”
“You said babies. As in plural. So now you want to breed me more than once?!”
“I want to breed you three or four times,” he said. “Come on, Baby. Squeeze me and make me cum.”
“You’re poking my cervix again,” she complained. “If you cum now it will go straight into my baby chamber.”
“Baby chamber,” he groaned. “Emma, Sweetheart, I want your beautiful, flat belly to be even more beautiful all swollen up with my son in it.”
“Do you promise to take care of me and your baby?” she moaned.
“Yes! Of course. We’re trying to get your mother pregnant, too, so you guys can be pregnant together and have your babies around the same time.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you so much and I love it when you cum in my pussy.”
“Thank you, Baby,” he panted as he sped up.
Maybe twenty seconds later he groaned, “Here it is, Sweetheart. Hot sperm for your egg.”
“Mmmmm,” moaned the girl.
I was stunned. Not only was I watching a man fuck his own daughter, she had just consented to letting him knock her up! And if what he said was true, my best friend was trying to knock his mother up somewhere else in the house.
Roger and Emma were just kissing now. He still had his adult boner plugged into her teenage twat, so I backed up as quietly as I could and went to find Phil and Mrs. Marshal.
They were in her bedroom. He had her ankles on his shoulders and had moved to fold her almost in half. He was slamming into her over and over, going almost straight down.
“Can you cum?” he panted to his mother.
“Not this way,” she gasped. “Go ahead and sperm me, Sweetheart. I can cum later.”
“Fuck! I love trying to get you pregnant,” gasped my best friend.
Then he went in and just froze. I could see his balls and they jumped three times.
I knew he was pumping his seed into his mother, trying to breed her.
I was shocked.
Then I was even more shocked when I realized I had a boner in my pants.
They had all been too busy trying to increase the population of the world to notice me, so I left and then waited fifteen minutes before I called and told him I was coming over.
“Sweet,” Phil said. “Mom is taking roast beef and potatoes out of the crock pot and you can eat dinner with us.”
He knew both of my parents worked swing shift and wouldn’t be home until midnight. I ate at their house all the time.
So I went over and everybody was dressed and looked so normal I wondered if I had dreamed it.
But I knew I hadn’t. I looked at Emma and then Heather and sat down quickly before they realized my cock was getting stiff. By the time they all sat down I was as hard as a fucking rock.
We started to eat and everything seemed to be going fine until Mrs. Marshal looked at her husband and said, “Have you checked the security cameras today?”
“Mmm, hmm,” he said, nodding.
“Anything interesting on them?” she asked.
“Other than Bobby coming and going, no,” he said.
I froze. I sat there paralyzed. Of course I didn’t know about the security cameras that covered all four sides of the house, as well as every common area in the house. And I didn’t know he had gone to edit out the fucking of his own daughter, only to find out I had seen everybody and everything. So when I called and “asked to come over” without first having called the cops, Phil thought it was “sweet” that I wasn’t freaked out.
“Oh,” said Mrs. Marshal. “Bobby is always welcome, any time he comes over.”
And then they just went back to eating. It was crazy. I looked at Mrs. Marshal first, but she was looking at her food. I looked at Phil and his skin was redder than normal but he was saying something to his sister and neither of them was looking at me. My eyes went to Mr. Marshal, who was staring right at me. I jumped and gulped. And then he winked at me! He fucking winked at the fact that I knew all about them!
It wasn’t until after supper was over that Mrs. Marshal said, “I think we need to have a family conference before we worry about the dishes, and I think that this time, Bobby needs to be included as a family member.”
I had actually gotten soft again because supper had been so normal. When she said I was a family member the first thing I thought of was what I could then do with Emma and Mrs. Marshal. I mean the other family members were doing stuff, right?
So when I stood up, the front of my pants looked like a tree was trying to grow its way out. Mrs. Marshal looked right at it and she smiled!
Well, we all went into the living room and Mr. Marshal sat in his usual chair. Emma sat on the floor between his legs, for some reason. Phil sat on one end of the couch and his mom sat at the other. The only place I could sit was between Phil and his mom. When I sat down (somewhat gingerly, I admit) Mrs. Marshal started talking.
“Bobby, you’ve been Phil’s best friend since you were babies, right?”
“I don’t remember being a baby!” I gasped.
She smiled.
“Let me back up. Bobby? I am very glad you didn’t completely freak out over what you witnessed and decided to come back here, rather than go tell people what you saw. So thank you, okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I croaked.
She stood up and stood in front of where I was sitting. I almost flinched when she offered me her hand, but when I gave mine to her all she did was pull me up. Then she put her arms around me and I felt her breasts crush into my chest and her face was right there in front of mine.
“I mean it, Bobby. I am very appreciative you gave us a chance to explain. Calm down and take a few deep breaths, okay? Breathe for me, now. Breathe in. That’s good. Now breathe out. Breathe in.”
She took a deep breath at the same time I did and her boobs moved on my chest.
“Breathe out,” she said. Air whooshed out of my mouth. Her lips were only an inch from mine.
“Breathe in,” she whispered, and I did.
“Breathe out,” she said.
She did that two more times before she said, “Good. I want you to stay relaxed like this.” She turned her head and said, “Roger? Is it alright with you if I kiss Bobby?”
“Go right ahead, Darling,” he said. She looked at my best friend.
“Phil? Is it okay with you if I kiss your best friend?”
“If it’s okay with him, its okay with me,” said Phil, as calm as could be.
She turned back to me.
“Bobby? I’d really like to kiss you now, to show you how thankful I am, but I don’t want to freak you out. Would it be okay if I gave you a little kiss?”
All I could do was blink and she went through two more repetitions of deep breathing.
Then she kissed me on the lips.
Now, I was fifteen, and not allowed to go on unaccompanied dates, yet. I had gone to some dances, with either my mom or dad driving me to pick up my date and delivering us to the dance. And then when the dance was over things went in reverse. The first time this happened my mom had said, “It’s okay for you two to kiss goodbye, if you want to. That is a very normal part of being teenagers.”
My date that time was Marjorie Simms and she had been too freaked out to do more than bump lips before she fled inside. Later, at school, she said my mom was cool. Then she took me under the stairs and laid one on me. It was obvious to me that she’d done this before, so I tried to do with my lips what she did. She got Bill Jenkins as a boyfriend right after that so she never kissed me again.
The next dance I asked Jean Pickard to go and apparently Marjorie had clued her in. It was a small town and everybody knew everybody else. So when Mom said we could kiss goodnight, Jean threw her arms around me and tried to eat my lips off. It was crazy! I learned to French kiss right there in front of my own mother!
So, anyway, when Mrs. Marshal kissed me and it became obvious this wasn’t going to be a quick, sterile peck, I kissed her back. I mean this was a dream come true. Heather Marshal was a world-class MILF and I had jerked off to fantasies of doing this very thing dozens of times. And right in the middle of that kiss her hand went to the front of my pants and her fingertips found and followed the outline of my cock, which was now pressed against my abdomen. She pulled her lips away from mine and, as she gently squeezed my cock, she whispered, “I consider this a compliment, Bobby, so do not be embarrassed about it. Everybody in this room understands why you have a boner.”
Then she gave me a peck and smiled and stood back.
“Not bad for a punk kid,” she said with a smile.
I was still trying to recover from that when Emma spun me around and crushed her tits against me, too. She actually had tears running down her cheeks when she said, “Thank you, Bobby. Thank you so much. I was so worried, but now I’m super happy!”
Then she kissed me long and hard, right in front of her parents and brother.
At least she didn’t fondle my junk.
So Emma stepped back and I sat, again, between Phil and his mother, on the couch. Emma went back and sat with her father, except she got on his lap. She would have looked ridiculous sitting there if his hand didn’t come to cup one of the breasts she had so recently pressed against my chest. Mrs. Marshal took my hand but it was Mr. Marshal who spoke.
“Obviously you have learned about our family ... uh ... customs. You weren’t supposed to find out for a few more years, but here we are.”
Find out? About this? In a few more years?
“So, we had an emergency conference and thought about a few things. The first is how loyal you’ve been to our son, a tried and true friend. Second, we trust you. You have already displayed great restraint, and we are no longer concerned you may speak of this to the wrong people.”
Wrong people? Did he mean the cops?
“Thirdly, your genes are good. We already knew this because of things you may not quite be ready to know about, but your genes are good and if they enter our gene pool, it would not be a bad thing.”
He smiled at me.
“Do you understand?” asked Mrs. Marshal, as she squeezed my hand.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I don’t think I understand any of this.”
Mrs. Marshal squeezed my hand again and spoke right into my left ear.