Chapter 1: Learning the Family Secrets

Although I gave my virginity to my boyfriend when I was fourteen, sadly another two years passed until I had sex with my parents for the first time. Needless to say, things weren’t the same around the house afterwards - but in a good way.

On the one hand it eliminated a lot of the stress and guilt I felt the first week or so my dad had sex. At the time I thought my mom didn’t know anything so whenever I saw her kissing my dad or smiling when he hugged me all I could think about was him with me in my bed earlier. Then they couldn’t keep it a secret anymore and I was told all the things they had been keeping secret from me until then. Wow, I felt so naive and clueless. At least I didn’t feel guilty anymore!

After that t was like my dad couldn’t keep his hands off me - or his dick out of me. At first it seemed a bit weird having my dad fondle me and even fuck me in front of my mom. After all, until now all I knew about incest came from porn sites and the news - neither of which cast it in a good manner. From the beginning I think it was more the casualness of it all more than anything else that struck me. Sometimes when I was on my dad’s lap my mom just watched TV, like we were all interested in what was on that night. Anyone watching us would think that this was how things had always been - and maybe they should have been. In some ways it helped as it convinced me what we were doing was OK because if it wasn’t, wouldn’t there be at least a little tension or remorse?

Besides the obvious changes in behavior, there were other, more subtle differences as well, particularly between my mom and me. It was like when an Indian boy returns from the wilderness and becomes a man, except in my case, a woman. Now that I’d passed some sort of test of my maturity, my mom began to tell me all the things she’d never confided in me before with regards to her sex life.

Granted, it was no secret my mom had never been a prude; but it WAS headline news to me that it was my grandpa who had taken her virginity - and her sister’s as well. From the sounds of it, “taken” was the correct term as well. In my case, I like to say I “gave” my virginity to Steve because it was a willing act I pursued as much as he did. When you’re as young as my mom and her sister were when my grandfather first had sex with them, it’s difficult to say it was consensual. Of course over time they came to crave it as much as he did but in my mind that’s just rationalizing what he did to them.

Another interested fact I learned regarded my father. Even though I knew my dad had dated both sisters in high school and had even had sex with them both, it was still a little bit of a shock to learn that they’d never stopped, even when both sisters were married. Well, at least now I had a better understanding as to why my aunt’s marriage had ended in a divorce so early on! It also explained some of the unexplained “drop-in” visits by my Aunt Linda and why she always seemed to need my dad’s personal help with her real estate contracts when her firm had plenty of its own lawyers - with the office door closed of course.

Perhaps the most erotic thing for me to learn was my mom and aunt had been playing with each other practically from the time they started masturbating! It made me think of my cousin Kristen and me and how we had been doing it for years since our first time in a barn loft at my grandparents’ farm. Still, Kristen and I had never actually touched each other in a sexual way except maybe for a quick tease or to flirt with a guy. My mom claimed doing it with her sister didn’t mean they were lesbians. She must have known from the way my eyes would roll how much I believed THAT, LOL.

My Aunt Linda looked great for her age but then she wasn’t THAT old. It was more at my age anyone over thirty was old! I’d always suspected much of her stellar success in selling homes had less to do with creative marketing and more to do with her “personal touch”. Once my mom told me about them I found myself imagining her and my mom together. It was more than enough to make me wet instantly and as I masturbated thinking about them I couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to be with them both together.

Actually, it was a few days ago when I’d learned a LOT more about Aunt Linda and my mom than my mom was aware. Soon after I started having sex with my parents my aunt approached me. Evidently my mom had trotted off to her right away to give her the good news about me and them so Linda of course wanted in on the action. So now my list of incestuous relationships increased to three. She told me not to say anything about it to my mom though. I figured what the heck and went along each time I visited my aunt’s just made it all the harder. The guilt in me was piling up as normally I never kept any secrets from my mom, at least not when it came to my sex life. I knew somehow or another I had to tell my mom before I burst but the right moment just hadn’t seemed to have presented itself. It wasn’t like I was afraid that she would be upset learning my Aunt Linda and I were also having sex. If anything knowing my mom she wa going to be pissed off she wasn’t involved!

One morning soon after my dad had left for work, my mom and I were spending some quality “mother-daughter time” in her bed. Naturally our discussion soon led to the events of the past few weeks. My mom had always been my best friend and confidante so at times like this when my whole world seemed to be turning upside down, it was nice to be able to have someone like her to turn to. Even though I didn’t feel any guilt about what I’d been doing, it was still difficult for me to bring up the subject so my mom finally broke the ice.

“So Kelly, now that you’ve been doing it for a few weeks, I’m curious about something,” she asked softly with a devilish smile, “So how you feel now about having sex with your mom and dad?”

My eyes averted from hers briefly. Sure, I’d expected her to bring it up for discussion, but not in such direct terms and certainly not right off the bat. It was a futile act as always, my mom read my face like a book.

“It’s OK honey,” she assured me, “You’ve always known you can tell me anything so don’t be afraid to tell the truth. When I was your age and my dad was doing me, we had my mother’s reluctant approval but she never joined in which made things rather awkward at times to say the least. I just was wondering how it feels having sex with BOTH of your parents, something I was never fortunate enough to experience.”

Yep, talk about getting right to the point! Well, that was my mom for you. I sighed softly and then recovered my composure and smiled at her. “Oh mom, I don’t even know what to say,” I stalled, trying to come up with the appropriate words to express the avalanche of feelings unleashed in me the past few weeks. How do you describe such a thing? It’s like trying to explain the color red to a blind man. The only thing I had going for me was my mom DID know what it was like to be fucked by her own father so it wasn’t a totally new concept for her to comprehend.

By now I’d been fucked by quite a few boys and sucked so many dicks it was hard to keep track of them all. Actually, this was what led me to start keeping a diary! Even so, the last man to be added to my list wasn’t just another notch in my so-called chastity belt. No, this wasn’t just another guy with a horny cock fucking me for our mutual pleasure - it was my dad!

As for sex with my mom, like most of the girls I knew I sometimes masturbated with my friends at sleepovers and such but I never actually had sex WITH a girl so it was definitely a new experience for me. Of course, when your first lesbian sex experience is with your own mom, it tends to make things a bit more complicated, to say the least. My mom waited patiently for me to continue.