Chapter 1

My name is Max, and I’m 23 years old. I’m the third child of my mother, Maya, a confident and attractive woman in her mid-forties. Since I was young, my mother and her best friend, Soniya, have been inseparable—living close to each other and sharing a deep bond that’s lasted for years. Interestingly, Soniya is also my mother-in-law.

Because of the close relationship between our families, Soniya and I developed a comfortable familiarity over time. I’m married to Lisa, her daughter, who’s 22. After our wedding, Lisa and I moved out and began living separately, though I stay in regular contact with my family and in-laws.

I had spoken with my mother on the phone a number of times but I hadn’t seen her for several months and I decided to go tell her personally of the good news about Lisa’s pregnancy. Mom lived about an hour away in the same house where I grew up. Mom got the home in the divorce after she had finally had enough of my father fucking numerous women in our small hometown. I have no solid evidence, but I am pretty sure that I have several half-siblings who live in the same town. My father was a good lawyer and he really liked sex ... both sides of the aisle, if you know what I mean. My father never actually made an overt sexual pass at me, but he never was shy around me when he was naked for a bath or any other reason. He always seemed to make it a point to stand facing me if we were in a shower room together. Thinking back on it, I can remember him standing and looking at me with a coy smile on his face. He’d move his hips gently and make is penis sway back and forth. After a bath at our home, Dad would always leave his bedroom door open while he dressed. And he always took a long time to dress. He would stand naked watching something on his bedroom TV and adjusting his testicles and penis with a hand. I know my sister saw him doing that many times. When Dad took a bath, my sister, Kim, always made it a point to go to her room for something and pass my parent’s bedroom. I don’t think Dad ever fucked her, but he may have. The reason that I am pretty sure that my father was bisexual is that he was friends with two men in our community who were known in the town whispering circles as “queer”. That was how we referred to homosexuals back then. The term “gay” had not yet come into use. Actually, referring to them as queers or homosexuals is a misnomer. They were both married and had grown children. They were bisexual but the word around town was that they were partial to young boys and thus, were queers ... My father always referred to them as just clients with his law firm, and to be honest, they were clients of my father. He did legal work for both of them. I am fairly certain that oral sex and probably anal sex were also part of the lawyer/client relationship. If you are wondering how it is that I am so certain about all of this, it’s because both of them sucked me ... both of them fucked me ... and I did the same to both of them. All through high school and once in awhile even after I got married. It began when I was 16. I’ll write about it sometime.