Chapter 6

Since I hadn't known better I'd always reserved my passion for the bedroom — but not tonight. When I got back to my house in Chicago that evening I wrapped Lynn in my arms and practically pushed my tongue down her throat. She eagerly sucked my tongue into her mouth and we began a pleasant tongue dueling session. Next I reached up under her blouse and hefted her breast in my hand while I began tweaking her nipple. Lynn reached her hand down into my pants and underwear and began stroking my hardening cock. The kids were right there taking it all in when I told them "Daddy needs mom right now kids! We'll be back in an hour or so!" I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and shut the door.

As I had instructed her during one of our many recent phone calls, Lynn had shaved her underarms, her legs, her pussy, and any hairs around her rosebud. She had also very recently given herself an enema and lubed her asshole and was ready for our first anal fuck. I dutifully inspected it all. I also ate her pussy until she was screaming in her orgasms. She then gave me an incredible blow job and drank down all my cum. Now I was ready to give her a serious shagging!

I pummeled her hungry pussy through several of her orgasms and then placed her on her hands and knees with her chest on the bed and her ass in the air! What a gorgeous target for my fleshy arrow! I lined the head of my cock up with her well lubed asshole and pushed gently but firmly through the crinkled opening. Though I only learned of it recently, Lynn had been trained to enjoy ass fucking and was able to relax her sphincter allowing the head of my cock to ease through with minimal discomfort to either of us. Slowly but steadily I inched my cock into her tight nether passage. The heat was incredible as were the sensations evoked by the milking action of her muscles. I managed to enjoy about fifteen minutes of this wonderfully pleasurable ass fuck before pumping my cum into her gorgeous rump!

When I pulled out she quickly turned around and cleaned off my cock with her mouth. When I pulled out all I could see was sperm and lube — it wasn't dirty or disgusting to me at all when she took my prick into her talented mouth and sucked off all of the sperm she was so hungry for. When I kissed her afterwards I noted that the lube tasted a lot like Passion Fruit.

I held her in my arms as we talked during the wonderful afterglow of our lovemaking and was pleasantly surprised to find that Lynn had spoken with the children regarding our move and they were quite happy about it.

I talked with Lynn about my plans for our future for about an hour. One of the topics we agreed upon was that waiting until the girls were sixteen might just be asking for trouble. That might have worked in the past, but in today's culture many girls were giving blow jobs by the time they were twelve and a good share were no longer virgins when they reached thirteen. We decided that the girls should begin their training now. We'd reserve the advanced oral training until they were ten meaning that Carla could begin that part now. First they would learn their oral skills, and then after their bodies had matured a bit more, they would move on to their pussy and anal skills.

It was a Friday evening and we'd have the whole weekend with the kids so we decided that tonight would be the night that Lynn would talk with Carla and Wendy and I'd talk with Brad. We both knew that we'd been quite loud in our lovemaking and were certain the two older children would have a fairly good idea of what went on in dad and mom's bedroom.

I wanted to set the tone of the evening on a very pleasant note so I hustled everyone into the car and we drove to the children's favorite restaurant. Lynn and I felt very lucky that they all agreed on the same place and that we enjoyed it as well. It was a very nice Italian restaurant that had locations all across the United States. I was happy to let the kids know that I was aware of several of them in St. Louis. After everyone had ordered their favorite meals and consumed them with relish, I let them order desert.

All in all it was a very good meal and now that I was focused on it I realized that my children were very well behaved — especially when compared to some of the other children in the restaurant. Even on the plane I'd noticed that most of the children traveling with their parents thought nothing of interrupting them or throwing tantrums to get what they wanted. Lynn and I had both tried to show our kids how thoughtfulness and good manners generally allowed everyone to enjoy themselves and have a good time, while tantrums and poor manners brought negative consequences and made it nearly impossible enjoy one's self. Rewarding our children's positive behavior with positive results and their negative behavior with decidedly negative results had paid off so far and I was determined to continue with this approach.

When we got back to the house I dropped the ladies off while Brad and I went on a ride by ourselves. I'd always told Brad he could ask me anything as long as he did so respectfully. I also tried to treat my children with a measure of respect so it would come naturally for them to treat others that way.

"Brad, I know your mom and I were pretty loud in the bedroom this evening. You must know that we were having some pretty heavy sex. Do you have any questions about that for me?" I asked.

"You mean about you and mom?" he asked with a bit of a blush.

"That's not precisely what I meant, but if you have questions about us that's okay too. I really mean it when I say that you can ask me anything as long as you do it in a respectful fashion," I assured him.

"It might be hard for you to believe Brad, but I do remember what it was like to be a boy your age and have a billion hormones shooting through my blood stream. The fact is that most men don't lose that horniness even when they get older."

"Oh dad! I'd be lying if I didn't admit that sometimes I get horny. Sometimes a pretty girl or a beautiful woman shows more than she intends and I get all tingly and my dick gets hard and I try to hide it so I won't get embarrassed or make them feel that way," Brad admitted in what I felt was a fairly adult manner.

I decided I should tell him so, "Brad, being willing to admit how you feel without making childish excuses lets me know that you're becoming a man. Your reactions are perfectly normal. The only thing I question about what you said was the bit about women showing more than they intend. Oh I suppose that might happen every once in a while, but for the most part women are aware of exactly what they are showing Brad."

"You really think so Dad?"

"I know so Brad."

"Even mother?"

"Yes Brad," I replied with a chuckle, "most especially mother. In fact son, that's part of what I want to talk to you about tonight. In our culture there is a lot of divorce and broken homes. Do you know what the word prude means?"

"Yeah dad, a prude is someone who thinks the body should be hidden and that sex is dirty. You told me that before once. I think you were telling me about the difference between good touching and bad touching — you know where people take advantage of other people. You also talked to me about what rape is and that 'No' means 'No'," Brad answered.

"Right on all counts. Being a prude means that you think that sex is dirty and the body should be hidden away. Personally I think that a healthy female body is quite beautiful and most women who are honest with themselves find a healthy male body is attractive to them. Unfortunately a whole lot of religious fanatics have put their mark on our culture and a whole lot of criminals have given them plenty of fuel to feed the fire by showing them the worst kinds of behavior.

"Actually what I was originally going to say is that neither your mother nor I are prudes. She knows what kind of things turn a man on — and they do a pretty good job with young men as well!" I laughed.

"You mean she's trying to turn me on? She wants to have sex with me?" Brad exclaimed.

"Well, let's just say that she knows you've been looking at her tits each opportunity she's given you and was quite flattered to find that you're interested in her body. I'm not certain that's quite the same as saying she wants to have sex with you; but your mother loves you and doesn't mind giving you a little harmless pleasure son. Looking never hurt anyone Brad."

"I don't know dad. Sometimes looking makes me get so hard and after a while that can hurt if I don't jack off," Brad told me in complete honesty.

"That's for sure son and all of us have had to do that from time to time. Son you are about to be introduced to a different lifestyle; one where prudery has no place. You're about to see more female flesh than you can possibly imagine. How does this sound to you so far?" I asked.

"Terrific!" Brad said with another blush.

"It sounds that way to me to Brad. I'm going to share some more secrets with you son, but I need your promise that everything about our home life stays within our home. You can't talk to anyone outside of our household about what happens within the walls of our house. Will you give me your word on that Brad?"

He thought about it for a moment and then said "Yes father."

By my own actions my children had learned that if you give your word on something you absolutely must follow through. I'd always been careful to never make a promise to them or their mom that I couldn't be sure of keeping. Sometimes that meant that I had to make conditional promises, but they understood that I would always follow through if the conditions were met. So I was very confident that Brad would keep our secrets just that — secret.

"Good son. Now while I was down in St. Louis I made quite a few discoveries. Your grandmother Beverly and your mother were raised in a very unique and wonderful way. Your grandmother Maggie is aware of this and wishes that she had been raised the same way. Your sisters will benefit from this and so will you, though I don't personally know any men who grew up in the same type of household."

"Dad you're making me curious, but so far you aren't really telling me anything," Brad lamented.

"Patience son, I'm getting there."

"Sorry dad."

"No problem Brad. As I was saying your mom and grandma Beverly were raised in differently than many women and your grandma Maggie wants to adapt this lifestyle. You see Brad, in grandpa Dave's house and in great grandpa Charle's house, the man was absolutely in charge..." I told Brad giving him a quick synopsis of the entire situation. I didn't hold much of anything back and as he realized that he'd be seeing both of his attractive grandmother's, his beautiful mother, and his two cute sisters naked — well if his smile got any broader it'd wrap around his head until the corner's of his lips met in the back!

"There are limits son. Who's the head of your house?" I asked.

"You are dad. You are."

"Just remember that and don't push the limits I set and we'll get along fine. Don't become impatient; just realize that you're enjoying sights that almost no other twelve year old boy will see and that when I think it's time you'll also learn more about sex and what it feels like than the rest of your peers.

"There are several ways that you could spoil this opportunity and to help you avoid them I'd like to spell them out for you. These are the first of the limits I was talking about. Never press any female in our family for sex or blow jobs. I will dictate when it is time for that. Though I've already said it, never tell a soul outside of those living in our house about what happens within its walls. Don't hesitate to let me know when you've got a case of blue balls, though I ask you to do so quietly and discretely. I'll let you know if you're going to have to bother Thumbelina and her four sisters or not.

"Also, and this is more important that you can possibly imagine son, never ever compare the attributes of the women in our house to each other. In the same vein, never degrade any of their attributes verbally, with your eyes, or in any other fashion. This is especially true for your two sisters who will be going through the many changes of puberty in the near future. It can be a very sensitive time for them and I'm sure you wouldn't want to cause them any emotional pain."

"Dad, I'd never to anything to hurt Carla or Wendy. They're both so sweet and kind to me. Do you have any idea how some of the guys at school get treated by their sisters? And I know it would bother you to hear the nasty comments they make in return. No, Carla and Wendy are both far too important to me to let that nasty behavior get started.

"Dad, I'm not sure either one of them has a nasty bone in their body; but I never plan on giving them a reason to show it to me if they do!" Brad told me.

"Good. Then I think I should warn you that it is entirely possible that you'll have to strain to keep your eyes in your head when we get home tonight since your mother is having the female version of this conversation with your two sisters."

"Really! Right now!" Brad exclaimed.

"Yes really! Right now!" I parroted back.

I'd given Lynn an idea of how long my conversation with Brad might take and so far we were just a bit ahead of schedule. I told Brad that and suggested we stop at the gas station and fill the car with gas. While I was pumping the gas Brad walked around the car. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he tried to always keep a watch on the tires and keep them filled so his mom wouldn't need to worry about it; it seems like every time I see him the boy is becoming more of a gentleman.