Chapter 1

Dad’s labored breathing showed how exhausted he was as he stood his ground in an attempt to prevent me from scoring. I faked to the right and dashed around to his left for a simple layup. “That’s game, Dad. Your desk job is taking a toll on you,” I snickered as he fought to catch his breath.

“That’s a fact. I’m going to have to get back in shape before I’m put out to pasture,” he laughed as he patted me on the back.

A dozen years ago Dad installed a hoop above the garage door and we’ve been playing regularly since. Only recently have I been able to routinely beat him. He’s nearing forty-six and the length of time running a company from his desk has taken its toll on his aging body.

“John, if you’re done getting beat by your son, bring him in for dinner before your food gets cold,” Mom yelled from the window.

“Coming Denise, we’re both famished from that workout,” Dad answered back to Mom.

We went in and sat at the table, wolfing down our food after working up a hearty appetite. “Slow down, you two. You’re acting like you’re starved,” Mom jokingly scolded us as she ran her hand through her shoulder-length brunette hair.

As Mom brushed by me to sit down, I noticed how her slim and attractive body looked younger than the actual ten-year difference between her and Dad.

My name is Daniel although no one uses my real name. Mom and Dad call me Dan, unless they want my attention, then it’s Danny. I graduated a month ago, two months after my eighteenth birthday. Having the summer free before college would allow me more time to spend with Mom and Dad.

Dad made it clear that he wanted me to take the entire summer off as his business was thriving. I looked forward to a few months of fun before starting my four years at the University. Mom works at a part-time job, working Tuesdays and Thursdays. As there is no financial need for her to work I figured she’s probably doing it to keep from getting bored.

After we finished eating, Dad asked, “What are you going to do tomorrow, Dan?”

“Since Mom will be working, I thought I’d take a hike to the lake,” I replied.

“That’s pretty far, at least five miles. I won’t ever beat you if you keep getting stronger. You’re going to have to lighten up and give your old man a chance,” Dad grumbled before grinning.

We spent the night watching TV, retiring early since we had plans for the next day.

After breakfast, Dad asked, “Still going for that long hike, Dan?”

“You bet. I probably won’t get home until after five and will be too tired to beat you again. You’ll have to practice on your own,” I jokingly replied.

As I headed out the door, Mom handed me a lunch she had prepared for me.

An hour into the hike, one of my shoe soles split. Not wanting to continue, I slowly made my way back to the house. I arrived before noon and wasn’t sure how to spend the rest of the day. My parent’s room is at the end of the hallway. My bedroom is on one side and we converted the room opposite mine into a study. My desktop computer resides there, housed in a large home office workstation. There’s also a small couch along one wall.

Going to my computer room to surf porn seemed like the best use of my time, before figuring out my afternoon agenda. With visions of Mom’s beautiful body still fresh in my mind from breakfast, I loaded up one of my favorite Mother-Son incest clips.

Minutes away from eruption, I heard the garage door open. Evidently, Dad decided to come home for lunch which I’ve never known him to do. After I heard the door to the house open and shut, Dad yelled my name. I remained silent, deciding what was in hand was more important.

The door rattled as Dad tried to enter my room. Fortunately, I had locked it. Dad yelled, “Dan, you in there?”

I stayed silent. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps mixed with a woman giggling. Damn, Mom and Dad must have come home for a quickie.

Panic set in as I decided to remain quiet and not let them know I was in the house. Softening up from the unfortunate arrival of my parents, I pulled my pants back on and turned off the video. I anxiously waited for Dad and Mom to leave.

Forty minutes went by before I heard them traipsing down the hall. The woman’s voice was higher pitched than Mom’s. Was Dad having an affair? It came as a surprise to me as their actions didn’t convey any kind of marital problems. They rarely kissed in front of me, but there wasn’t any other indication of anything amiss.

Not daring to open the door to see who she was, I waited until they were in the car and drove away. After jacking off to a porn video, I dressed and ventured down to my parent’s bedroom. There was a fragrance in the air I didn’t recognize. Mom wore the same perfume daily, confirming in my mind the woman was definitely not my mother.

Curiosity got the best of me. Ideas formed of how to figure out the identity of the mystery woman. Not wanting to dwell too long at home, I slipped on my other hiking shoes and headed out. Walking nowhere in particular, my mind raced with the probability Dad was having an affair. He had always treated Mom and I like royalty through the years. We were best friends, doing everything together.

Mom might have been closer to me since she was at home more, but I loved them equally. It disturbed me, with suspicions arising that our family might not be as perfect as I had thought. Arriving back before five, I noticed Dad’s car parked in the garage.

“How’d the hike go?” Dad greeted me as I walked into the house.

Putting on my best poker face, I replied, “Great, it was a perfect day for my workout.” On my way to my room, I heard Mom arrive from work.

“Hey you two, after I change clothes, I have a nice meal planned for tonight,” Mom called out to us.

She was already preparing dinner by the time I changed and walked back out to help.

Going to the sink to get a glass of water, I moved close enough to her to inhale her scent. Her perfume was her usual, definitely not the aroma I detected in their bedroom. Both of them acted normally through dinner as if nothing was wrong.

Later in the evening, Dad said he wanted to download some updates to my desktop for his software. Dad’s hobby was playing with video applications and he routinely spent hours in my study perfecting his skills. For the last several years, he taught me how to do some basic editing and I have to admit, it’s kind of fun.

That’s when the crazy idea hit me. Video, as in recording Dad and the woman in action. How could I set up a camera to capture the event? Researching on my phone, I immersed myself in the field of miniature spy cameras. This was nuts. Was I really going to jeopardize my future by violating the privacy of one of my parents, who happened to treat me like a prince?

Risking everything, I continued to strategize my plan. Curiosity won over common sense as I decided to record Dad and his lover.

My night’s sleep was restless and after breakfast, Mom asked what we should do. Making an excuse that I needed to go to the library to do some research, we decided on a jog in the afternoon. I hopped on my bike and raced downtown. Finding an electronics store, I searched the shelves until I found the spy camera section. Smaller than I thought possible, I wondered how they could possibly capture anything worth viewing.

A store employee sauntered over to explain how each model worked. There were many available sizes built into different objects to disguise them. Deciding on four of them that would work for my purpose, I asked for a quote. He went behind the counter to total up the invoice and returned with a piece of paper listing the price. It was well over a thousand dollars, which was more funds than I had available.

Dad gave me a liquid debit card a few years earlier and routinely transferred money to it for my incidental spending. He assured me he wouldn’t check my expenditures, allowing me free reign, without worrying about parental interference. Knowing my balance was three hundred, I reluctantly told the employee I couldn’t afford it.

Hoping to salvage a sale, he offered, “How about if I rent you the cameras for a week for a hundred?”

Seeing my excitement at the deal, he continued, “I’d have to sell you the memory cards for another hundred, so it’d be two hundred total.”

I knew the cards were not worth that much, but I decided not to waste any more time. “Sounds like we have a deal. Thanks,” I hastily agreed.

He spent the next hour showing me how to set them up. Having acquired the miniature cameras, I returned home and stashed them in my room to wait for the next Tuesday and Thursday.

Over the weekend, doubts chipped away at my conscience, as to whether I should proceed with my ill-fated venture.

Tuesday morning arrived and Dad asked, “What’s the plan today, Dan?”

“Going to take a long bike ride, since Mom will be at work. I’ll repeat it on Thursday. I won’t be home until late again both days.” Dad’s relieved look confirmed my suspicions that he planned on having another sexual liaison with his mistress.

After riding for two hours, I returned to implement my plan.

Timing it close, my adrenaline pumped into my system as I retrieved the cameras and set them up in their bedroom. Confident all angles of the bed were covered, I checked to make sure they were set to record from noon to one. If Dad paid close attention to the shelves, he’d notice books that hadn’t been there before, but I had little choice at this point.

Leaving before eleven, I rode out on some trails and returned at two. Retrieving the cameras, I stowed them in my room and took off again in case either parent showed up. Rolling in after five, no one acted like anything was amiss.

After a day of shopping on Wednesday with Mom, we arrived home to find Dad already warming up on the court. We played ball, while Mom went inside to prepare dinner.

After we ate, we retired to the living room. I contemplated excusing myself to examine the contents on the memory cards. Still considering the possibility of throwing them away and abandoning my plan, I decided to hold off on viewing them.

Thursday was a repeat of Tuesday and I hoped when I finally did review the captured data, there would be nothing but an empty bed. As soon as I removed and stowed the memory cards Friday morning, I rode to the store and returned the cameras. Everything played out well, except for the fact I was two hundred dollars poorer.

Dad and Mom went out to the movies Friday night, leaving me at home, which was a perfect chance to check out the results from my ill-fated surveillance. I transferred the files from the four memory cards into a protected folder. After opening up enough windows to view all videos simultaneously, I hit play and anxiously awaited the results. After ten minutes of viewing an empty room, I was ready to abandon my plan.

Then it happened. Dad and a woman entered and I knew immediately who she was, as it was Aunt Diana. Sweat formed on my forehead, as I nervously watched Dad and my aunt hug and passionately kiss.

They began removing their clothes while kissing. My eyes were glued to Diana as she dropped her bra, exposing her large breasts, normally concealed beneath her loose blouses. Dad immediately squeezed and mauled her luscious mounds, tweaking her hard, pointed nipples.

She squealed in pleasure from Dad’s teasing, while she continued to remove her skirt and panties. Her small frame made her breasts appear larger than normal. Her smooth, sexy flesh looked similar to what I’d seen of Mom, even though she is five years younger.

Kissing her way down Dad’s body, she rapidly moved past his paunchy midriff. I giggled at this point, seeing the reason why I was regularly beating him on the court. Reaching her target, she wrapped one hand around Dad’s hardening prick. Her other hand held his full sack which enabled me to get a good look at Dad’s package. She pulled his foreskin back, exposing his hidden head.

Surprised by seeing he wasn’t circumcised, I wondered why Mom and Dad decided to have me cut. It never bothered me as I thought it always looked better with my helmeted head displayed full-time.

With a lustful gleam in her eye, she swallowed Dad’s entire length in one motion. He groaned as she sucked up and down on his short rod. Their breathing became labored as their excitement increased.

My cock hardened as I watched their lewd display. Taking my stiff organ out, I timed my stroking with my aunt’s sucking. Dad’s meager pecker was noticeably smaller than mine, enabling my aunt to fully engulf him with each stroke.

As he neared his orgasm, she released him. With sex-starved eyes, she moved to the bed and positioned herself in the doggy position. Stroking my hard prick faster, I admired her smooth, bald pussy on display. She was already wet, stimulated from performing oral sex. I had to switch screens as Dad moved in front of the camera.

Once he firmly lodged his hard cockhead into her glistening crevice, he shoved to the bottom. His balls slapping against her pussy was as loud as her scream of ecstasy. He pulled back and slammed in again. After a few dozen power strokes, he reached up to grasp her swaying breasts.

Switching my view to another window, enabled me to see a better view of her hanging breasts. My shaft slickened with precum, watching the sexy display. Her motion stopped as I looked to another camera view to see Dad pulling out. Aunt Diana turned over and spread her thin legs widely, raising her ass to open her pussy up for the cock she craved.

Dad rolled on a rubber and kneeled down to fuck her. He thrust hard as she raised her knees and spread them out to better accommodate his forceful pounding. Dad leaned down to meld with her body, meeting her open mouth with his.

Dad pulled off her lips to catch his breath as she screamed, “Fuck me hard, John. How’s it feel, fucking your wife’s sister in your bed?”

“Oh god, you’re hot. Your pussy is so tight. I’m going to cum,” Dad hoarsely croaked.

Switching views, I saw his sack tighten. My balls filled up as my hand ferociously stroked my hard cock.

“I’m ready, John!”

He grunted at the same time my staff shot out its first glob of cum. I continued to eject my entire load of sperm while watching Dad climax. My aunt groaned as he hoarsely panted through his orgasm.

They gently kissed as Dad pulled out. The cum-filled rubber hung down, threatening to drop off his softening rod. Telling her he needed to take a quick shower, he went out of the camera’s view to go into the bathroom.

As my excitement waned, my emotions shifted to disappointment and anger. Two of the people Mom trusted and loved had betrayed her. Her world would be crushed if she knew what was happening behind her back. My eyes began to water, thinking of my beautiful mother getting treated so badly by the people closest to her.

My attention was brought back to my aunt. Leaving her legs splayed apart, one hand went to her clean-shaven pussy, plunging three fingers deep into her wet cavern. Her thumb rubbed her clit as she fucked herself. Her other hand squeezed one of her perky breasts, firmly squeezing her taut nipple.

A mere five minutes later her pelvis quivered as she stroked her excited quim through her climax. Her facial expression displayed her sexual release. It was obvious she had faked an orgasm with Dad.

Feeling a little justice had been served, I felt no remorse for Dad that he had been tricked into believing she came from their illicit liaison.

My aunt removed her slimy, cum-soaked fingers, giving me a clear view of her leaking pussy and her firm, upright breasts. She dressed, while Dad remained in the bathroom.

I paused the videos, so I could clean up the pile of cum on my stomach. Once done, I continued reviewing the rest of the files.

Using Dad’s video software, I cut out the best clips and pieced them together to make a forty minute video from their adulterous sex scenes. Still not comprehending the ramifications of my dad having an affair with his sister-in-law, I was interested only in making a stroke-off tape for myself.

Having finished the video, I was stiff again watching my finished product. I began to slowly stroke to the video when I heard the garage door open. Quickly saving the file to my secret folder, I shut down the computer and zipped up.

After Saturday night’s dinner, I took my shower and strolled out to the living room.

Dad was immersed in watching his favorite football team. Normally I would stay and chat with him, but my growing disappointment toward him prevented any normal conversation. I excused myself to go to my study.

Hastily entering my computer room, I loaded up my secret sex video and clicked the play button. Spreading out on the couch, I flung my robe open to stroke my manhood to the unfolding sex scenes.

Ten minutes into the video, I was close to blowing off a load when the door suddenly opened.

“Dan, there’s something,” Dad stopped talking as soon as he saw me stroking my cock. His eyes traveled to the video of him and my aunt fucking on the screen.

My face flushed as I was caught red-handed. He closed the door behind him and stared directly at my manhood. Sizing me up, I saw a tinge of jealousy as he realized I was bigger than him. Hastily closing my robe to cover my prick, I sat in silence, unknowing of how to proceed.

He broke the awkward tension first. “It’s obvious you’re putting your video skills to work. It’s good, but you might want to get permission from the participants next time.”

He didn’t even appear mad. I had a video of him cheating on Mom and he was talking as if nothing was amiss. It confused me as I tried to react to his behavior.

“I’m really sorry, Dad. I was here last week when you came in with Aunt Diana and I was curious. It was stupid and I feel bad for what I did,” I softly apologized.

Dad continued to watch the video for a moment. “Were you planning to blackmail me to give you some money for not exposing my affair?”

“Of course not, Dad. It’s your business and you already provide me with everything I want.”

“Were you planning to reveal this to your Mom?” he asked.

“No, Dad. I really hadn’t thought any of this out, but I don’t want to get involved with your personal relationship. That’s between you and Mom. It’s not my place to get between you two.”

“You’re so grown up and responsible. I’d hug you, but you know, it would be a little uncomfortable right now.” He looked down at my tented robe.

Our attention shifted to the video as my aunt let out a shriek. Dad and I turned to watch him twisting her stiff nipples while he pummeled her pussy. He reached over to pause the video and said, “Damn, she can cum from twisting her nipples, just like your mother.”

“Dad! Too much information,” I muttered back.

“I suppose it is. Basically, you made this tape for a whack-off tool. I guess I should be honored that you included me in your stroke sessions.” He closed the video window so we didn’t have to keep staring at his cock buried in my aunt. Sitting down in the computer chair across from me, he inhaled a deep breath, as he collected his thoughts.

After a few minutes, he explained, “As you know, I’m ten years older than your mother. Before I met her, I hooked up with a lot of women. When I dated her, I knew she was special and fell madly in love with her. She gave me her virginity on her eighteenth birthday and the result was you. With my business already established, we didn’t hesitate to get married and begin our life together.”

“That’s old information that I’ve heard before, Dad,” I remarked. “What happened to change your plans?”

His expression strained, almost in pain as he continued, “It was my fault. After several years, my desire for an affair with other women surfaced. I knew it wasn’t right. Your mother did nothing to push me into it, that’s just the way it was for me. I was careless and almost grateful when your Mom figured it out. Still loving her, I told her I’d support any decision she made.”

“I take it she decided to stick it out, since you’re still together,” I interjected.

After a long sigh, he replied, “Yes, we decided to stay together until you were an adult, with the stipulation that she would never have sex with me again. She knew I wouldn’t be faithful and told me that I just needed to be discreet with my affairs.”

Why did the realization that Mom hadn’t had sex for a long time send blood into my hardening prick? She might be having sex on the side like Dad, but I didn’t think so. It excited me to think Mom might be as sex-starved as me.

Shifting back to Dad’s sorrowful expression, I replied, “That’s quite a sacrifice, Dad, but you two have been great to me, so I suppose your unconventional relationship has worked for you.”

Dad continued, “Bringing your aunt to our house was a big mistake, I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. She was kind of persistent, though. I think it’s some kind of sister competition between them.”

Mom and Diana had always been close so I was surprised my aunt would do that to her. Before I could comment about her behavior, Dad said, “Now that you’ve graduated, we’ll start divorce proceedings. Keep in mind, Dan, we both love you very much, no matter what.”

“I know, Dad,” I replied, with sincerity in my voice. He really had been a great father.

“Dan, can I count on you to stay with your mother to help out and emotionally support her after I’m gone?” he asked.

I quickly replied, “Of course, Dad, but where will you go? Will I see you?”

“You bet, kiddo. You’re not getting rid of me that easy. I might start exercising more in order to beat you on the court again. There are a couple of items I have to clear up first with your mother. If I act a little strange the next few days, play along, okay?”

“Sure, Dad. You’re kind of goofy anyway so how would I know?” I jokingly replied.

I continued, “There is one question concerning the affairs you’re having, though. Aunt Diana is pretty good-looking but not near as,” I stopped as I realized I was going to call Mom sexy.

He finished, “As hot? I know. None of the women can compare to Denise, but it’s what I do. You probably do the same thing. Don’t you switch from girl to girl?”

“Ah, no, Dad. I think that once I find someone I care for, I’ll remain faithful to them,” I professed.

“You think? Haven’t you been with a girl?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

My face reddened, as I realized I had divulged to Dad that I hadn’t slept with anyone.

“You’re a virgin? I didn’t know. I’m sorry. It was the pimples, wasn’t it?” he asked, hitting the nail on the head.

I had a complexion problem until my senior year and as a result, never dated or went out with a girl. Every time I walked by a group of girls, they giggled amongst themselves. I figured they were discussing my pimply face. Concentrating on my studies and physical condition replaced any romantic relationships other classmates enjoyed.

His face saddened, realizing my predicament. He rose to leave and before he opened the door, he started up the video again. While closing the door he looked in and jeered, “Dan, whatever you do when you look at this video, don’t imagine your mother in the scenes.”

He smirked as he closed the door, and of course, Mom’s image replaced my aunt’s. Why did he do that? It wasn’t long before my prick exploded, sending blobs of cum high on my chest.

During Sunday dinner, Dad said he wanted to discuss something with Mom and me. After we cleaned up the kitchen, we retired to the living room. Dad acted more serious than usual. Wondering if he was going to bring up the divorce, I began to nervously worry about how Mom would react.

“Something has come up at work I’d like to discuss with you. We’re competing for a contract with a foreign company and we stand to make a lot of money if we’re successful,” he announced.

This wasn’t the first time he’d informed us of his business dealings. Figuring it would be another long boring talk, I started to daydream.

“I’ve come to know the CEO and we’ve talked at length. We both have similar hobbies concerning videos. My interest is in editing and production while he’s more interested in the end product. He has a large private collection of special films. One of his main interests is incest films.”

Snapped back from my happy place, I paid full attention to his speech. Mom and I squirmed as we were both a little uneasy as Dad continued talking. Dad told me he was going to do something goofy. Is this what he meant? He also told me to play along. I figured the best plan was to keep quiet and allow him to proceed.

“He wants to add a mother-son incest film to his collection, and I’m pretty certain that if I produce one for him, he’ll award us the contract.”

Mom piped, “There has to be plenty of that sort of stuff on the internet. It shouldn’t be too hard to obtain something for him. I’m not sure why you’re telling us.”

“As a matter of fact,” Dad continued, “he’s unhappy with what’s on the internet. He hasn’t been able to find the mother-son scenes he desires. He’s authored a screenplay of how he thinks the seduction should advance and it’ll be hard to piece together different films since the actors are different.”

Waiting to see our reaction, he added, “When he saw a picture of the three of us on my desk, he said he’d be willing to throw in a ten thousand dollar bonus if you and Dan would be the stars.”

“Are you crazy?” Mom shrieked. “You want me to do a porno movie with our son? I can’t believe you’d even suggest such a thing! Adding insult to injury, he’s only offering a measly ten grand for a Mother and Son to engage in an illegal activity?”

“Slow down, Denise. First off, you wouldn’t do any sex scenes. That’s why the offer was low. He was willing to pay much more for real family sex, but I explicitly told him absolutely not. He agreed on the lower price and said I could just edit the sex scenes from other films. We would only be filming the seduction portion. I wouldn’t even suggest it but I intended on putting the bonus on Dan’s liquid card. It would really set him up for his incidental expenses at college.”

Mom fell silent for a minute, deep in thought before repenting, “If you can edit in the sex, I guess it wouldn’t hurt for us to stand in for the other scenes. It would be nice for Dan to have some extra spending money. Who is going to have access to this tape? I don’t want my face or Dan’s out in public.”

“He keeps them in a secure location and he’s the only one who sees them. I trust him completely,” Dad confidently assured us.

Mom turned to me and asked, “Dan, what do you think? We have enough money. You don’t have to do this if it’s uncomfortable for you.”

Before Dad put the image of me fucking Mom in my head, I probably would have said no thanks, but with little hesitation, I replied, “Sure Mom, it’ll be fine. Like Dad said, we won’t actually be doing any porn.”

Dad seemed anxious to get started as he announced, “Okay, if either of you changes your mind, let me know and we’ll stop. I’ll fetch my camera and we’ll start with the initial actions tonight. It won’t take long for the first phase.”

The scenes he outlined were designed to depict the transformation of a normal mother-son relationship to one of a sexual nature. Dad recorded us while we did routine chores around the house, having each of us covertly observing the other’s body. Neither of us showed any more skin than normal, but we were to act like we were mentally undressing each other.

Normally, I wouldn’t dare to stare at Mom’s long legs, so I was delighted to be told to inspect them as much as possible. They were perfect and I soon realized that Mom was even hotter than I previously thought. Several times, while I stared at Mom’s alluring body, she would catch me. She smiled as my face flushed from embarrassment.

Dad directed me to change into my running shorts and walk around the house while he recorded Mom checking out my hairy, strong legs. Feeling uneasy at parading around the house, I was relieved when Dad said he had enough for the first part.

I was thankful for the conclusion of the first night as I went to my room. Sleep didn’t come easy as I replayed the night’s events. Did Dad make up the whole bonus thing or was it for real? How did this fit in with them getting a divorce?

During breakfast the next morning, Dad asked Mom to take the week off so we could finish the scenes as he had a Friday deadline for the video. She readily agreed and stated she was glad to get it over as fast as possible.

As he was leaving, he suggested, “Denise, have Dan take you to the mall and buy some new outfits for the next scenes. I transferred some money to his card. He can buy them for you.”

“I don’t need Dan to help me shop for clothes,” She argued. “I think I’ve done pretty well on my own.”

“I think it’s important he has some input into what he thinks is sexy. His perspective could prove to be beneficial to the process,” Dad insisted.