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Family Knots
by David Jannsen (no address provided)

***

I was listening to a song in my Biology class the other 
day, a bluegrass parody used to demonstrate the rather 
difficult notions of genetics and how they can be used 
to confuse family ties. The song was essentially about a 
guy who marries a widow and his father marries her 
daughter.  What is amazing though. is that it could be 
true, well almost. It is pretty similar to how my life 
is working right now. (MF-teens, MF, inc, 1st, bi, oral, 
orgy)

***

I was listening to a song in my Biology class the other 
day, a bluegrass parody used to demonstrate the rather 
difficult notions of genetics and how they can be used 
to confuse family ties. The song was essentially about a 
guy who marries a widow and his father marries her 
daughter. 

The father and his wife have a child and the child is 
brother to the guy, but also a grandson of his father as 
the first son is married to the mother of the daughter 
who's father... um, forget it, it is funny - if you look 
it up on YouTube. "I am my own grandpa!" is in the 
chorus, but what the song is and who it is by I have no 
idea. What is amazing is though it could be true, well 
almost - it is pretty similar to how my life is working 
right now.

OK, I am a typically horny 18-yr old and life sometimes 
has a way of working things out like we never meant them 
to be or expected them. My story started four years ago 
when my mother died of cancer. I was devastated. I was 
14 and hurt that she would abandon me, angry that she 
was gone and worse, angry at myself for not being able 
to help her. I know that does not sound reasonable or 
rational, but we are talking about a 14 year old kid who 
was grieving and had no way of getting that grief out. 

My father was just as hurt as I was but we were unable 
to console each other - or rather, he was unable to 
console me. I was angry at him too, for failing mom, for 
not doing better but most of all, not recognizing I was 
seriously hurting. In short, I did not make it easy for 
him, or for anyone else for that matter. Our 
relationship just went downhill and did not get any 
better. 

I lost my position on the school baseball team, my 
cheerleader girlfriend was no longer interested in a 
has-been, my grades were spiraling down, I was angry at 
the world. The school counselors did not help, just sat 
around shaking their heads and pitying the poor boy who 
lost his mother. Well, to be fair, I did not help them 
at all - I refused to see I even had a problem.

After nearly two years, Dad told me he had met this 
woman, a lovely woman, generous, loving and a widow. 
This was, for me, such a betrayal of mom, I hated her 
before meeting her. I was 16 when this happened and I 
was as obnoxious as only a 16-year-old can be. I was 
determined to hate her, determined not to abandon mom. 
He told me he had been going out with her for about 3 
months, which explained a lot of late nights and other 
things. 

Then he said in a really quiet voice, "I am asking you 
to come with me and meet her." I was outraged and let 
him know that I was not about to go and meet some woman 
he was having an affair with, "What would mom think?". 
It did not seem to faze him at all. He waited a bit, 
until I had finished, then quietly, almost gently, "She 
said when I was ready, go and find someone else."

"Bullshit! Mom would never have said anything of the 
kind!"

He ignored the language and simply replied, "She did, 
four days before she died. She told me she loved me and 
that we, and she included you, should not be grieving 
for her; to get on with our lives. I am, and now it is 
your turn. Time to go out and meet the world." I was 
absolutely flabbergasted. "We have been invited to 
dinner at Brenda's, with her daughter, tomorrow 
evening."

"No, not a chance."

"Yes, you will. Not for me but to honor your mother's 
wishes."

"What do you care about her?" I cried.

The look in my father's eye then really shocked me. He 
has never raised a hand to me, not once, and the look he 
had on his face at that point, I thought he was going to 
hit me. He didn't. Even in my anger I could tell I 
really hurt him with that one. He was very controlled in 
his reply, "There is not a day that goes by that I do 
not think of your mother. I miss her so deeply, and will 
always miss her. She was my wife, my friend, my partner. 
One day, if you are very, very lucky, I hope you will 
find someone like I was lucky enough to. Dinner is at 
eight, neat, casual." 

He turned and went towards the door. I had nothing to 
say, but it was obvious that I had finally gone too far. 
He turned back and said, "Oh, Brenda is not your mother, 
she never will be. She is a lovely person in her own 
right and her daughter is a very well-mannered young 
lady. I expect you will be polite, if nothing else. You 
may find them a little different, or even 
unconventional, but you will respect their right to be 
themselves."

School was a misery, as had become the norm, the day 
passed and evening came. Dad basically had to order me 
to prepare, and eventually we left. Driving to the other 
side of town is not a big exercise, traffic was light 
and the moment I was now dreading was at hand. We met 
and I must admit, Dad was right about Brenda being 
lovely. I was not going to be obnoxious by action, 
rather by sullen inaction. I was welcomed and she asked 
why had Dad not told her that he had such a handsome 
son. I was barely listening though, as at that moment it 
was Grace that really caught my attention.

Grace is Brenda's 17 year old daughter. She is blonde 
and has a wide, generous mouth coupled with an 
incredibly nice rack. To suggest she is beautiful does 
not really do her justice. Far from being a tortuous 
evening, it was actually nice to be sitting down with 
company and just talking trivia. Brenda seemed to be 
engrossed in what I was saying and although Grace did 
not say much, she was watching me, I could feel her eyes 
on me and there was something a little unsettling about 
being looked at by a beautiful girl. Dad was sitting 
back and not saying much either, and in talking to 
Brenda, even though it was just noise, it seemed like I 
was important.

Both Brenda and Grace would leave the table and return 
with warm dishes of this excellent food. Not one dish 
was very large, some were little more than nibbles, and 
we seemed to be getting later and later. At one point in 
the evening, a look passed between Brenda and Dad, and 
Brenda glanced at Grace. 

I just caught Grace at the corner of my eye and then 
only because she gave a tiny nod; Dad seemed to relax a 
bit more. Dad allowed me a little white wine, then some 
red, as Grace had some, but I was not sure if I liked it 
or not. The white was slightly tarty and the red was 
funny tasting, but Grace assured me that they were 
really nice wines. The white was from Australia, and the 
red from California, she said. I didn't mind the white, 
but the red was not really to my taste, so perhaps wines 
are an acquired taste.

Finally a small dish of something that was declared to 
be a dessert of some type. I was told, but I wasn't 
really paying attention, it too was really nice. The 
wines and the food and being listened to is a powerful 
combination and I had to admit that it was actually nice 
just being allowed to talk. I could feel I was being 
played a bit, but I think both Grace and Brenda were 
just trying to be nice, and make this a pleasant 
experience for me and Dad. Then Brenda said, "Time to 
clean the table, gentlemen. If you would care to go to 
the lounge, Grace and I won't be long."

Grace immediately responded with, "Oh no, Mom, that was 
such a wonderful meal, you and Frank go and relax, Brad 
and I can put dishes into the dishwasher."

"Very kind of you Grace," Dad said, "Brad won't mind a 
bit." He looked at me, meaningfully.

"No, I don't mind at all." And I really didn't. Dad and 
Brenda disappeared through the door into the lounge and 
Grace and I started clearing away dishes. I followed her 
into this small but well appointed kitchen, and added 
used dishes to the pile that was there.

It looked like saucepans and other pots and pans had 
already been done, I could not see them. "I'll empty the 
dishwasher and we can stack these to get it started." 
Grace said. She pulled out a drawer and it was filled 
with glistening cooking implements.

"I'll bring in the rest of the dishes and clear the 
table," I said. I was back in a few moments and Grace 
had already started stacking dishes. I rinsed a few and 
handed them to her.

"Well, that was a lovely meal," I said.

"Yep, sure was," Grace replied, "Mom's a chef actually, 
I did the consumé day before yesterday and the dessert 
yesterday, she did the rest this evening."

"You did?"

"Yes, I did, Mom is teaching me how to cook. She thinks 
if you can cook you can always get a job anywhere. The 
world always need good cooks, she says."

Makes sense, I thought. "She is a chef?"

"Yes, worked at Claridges in London, Waldorf in New 
York, when she was younger. But I don't want to talk 
about her, I want to talk about you." That surprised me. 
"Anyway, I have been wanting to meet you since I first 
heard about you."

"Oh? when was that?"

"About four or five months ago."

"What! Dad had not even met Bre- your mom -," I 
hesitated, "Well that is what he told me."

"He was telling you the truth, he hadn't. I started 
doing some volunteer work with Frank's office, and he 
was this sad man. Really handsome guy, but so sad. One 
of the girls in the office told me about his wife dying 
and I thought it was only recently. I was really 
surprised to learn it was over eighteen months before. 
Then I learned about his son who was an athlete and very 
sharp in school, but had just gone off the rails. That 
was really making him sad."

"Hey, wait a minute! You know nothing about it!"

"My dad was killed by a drunk driver, so I do know 
something about it." That stopped me, I had not thought 
about it before - and it was obvious I suppose, that 
others would experience tragedy. "At least you got to 
say goodbye, I had a dad one afternoon then an hour 
later, I didn't. It was very hard for Mom and me. 
Although, it must have been hard to be sitting round 
watching your mother die and knowing you could not do 
anything about it."

"Jesus, come right out and say what you are thinking!" 
That shy public demeanor hid a heart of solid steel.

"I do, which is why you need to kiss me, right now!"

"What!" The change in direction was too much,"Are you 
crazy? You blow me off then expect me to kiss you?"

"I may be crazy, and yes, I might blow you, if you want 
me to, but right now, I want to see if you can kiss a 
girl!" Blow me? She stepped closer and opened her arms, 
so I stepped inside, wrapped my arms around her and gave 
it my best shot. "Mmmm," she said when we broke for air, 
"Potential, but needs practice. Let's try that again, 
only this time, be a little more gentle." So I did as 
she asked, and the results were more satisfactory for 
her. Then, instead of pulling away, her hand slid over 
my cock.

"What the fuck?" I cried as she felt me up.

"I said maybe, but not tonight" she replied, "If you are 
a good boy. You can feel my tits if you like."

"What? Your mom's in the lounge. What would happen if 
she were to walk in right now?"

"Nothing, maybe, but then she won't come in. Right now 
she and Frank are going at it."

"What?"

"They are having sex right now! Want to come and watch?"

"No, that is their business!"

"OK, in that case," Grace said, "Just relax."

I felt her fumbling at my zipper and her hand searched 
inside my boxers where she grabbed my dick. "Oooh! Nice 
and hard already." She began stroking it inside my 
pants, but it wasn't long before she was able to 
manipulate it into the open. Grace continued stroking 
it, "Ooohh a nice hard and good sized dick. Just what I 
was hoping for." In moments she was on her knees and had 
her mouth wrapped around it. 

Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. I had 
never had a blow job before. I was jacked off once by my 
girlfriend but that was while I was still part of the 
team in junior high. The slurping sounds of sucking dick 
were clearly audible and I pulled away from her, knowing 
what was going to happen if she kept it up. "I am going 
to cum all over the place you keep doing that."

She didn't move and we were still connected by the 
strings of pre-cum between my dick and her lips. She 
looked up at me like she was a little exasperated and 
said, "Look, I don't fuck on first dates. Never. If I 
really, really like a guy, I might let him touch my 
tits, but never anything more. So please, let me finish 
this. We can argue about it after."

I was surprised at her candor, and she pulled me back to 
her, again using her mouth. It was really soon after 
that I felt the serious first waves of tension that 
indicated I was rapidly approaching the point where I 
was not going to be able to hold back. "Oooohhh," I 
moaned, "I am going to cum, cum CUM, NOW!" As I shot my 
load into her mouth. She did not even flinch, she just 
greedily swallowed it. Again another shot, and again she 
swallowed, she was still sucking it out of me as I shot 
again. "mmmmmmm," Grace mumbled, "Tha... wa... ni... Yu-
u-u-mmmm," without taking my dick out of her mouth. She 
went back to sucking, even though I was detumescing, 
intent on slurping every bit of semen from me she could. 
There was a lot of it and some had dribbled out of the 
corner of her mouth, Grace wiped it back in with a 
finger when she let go of my cock.

Quietly, gently, but firmly, I pulled her to her feet 
and then kissed her. I had no idea what made me think of 
it, or rather, not think about it, but just did it. She 
melted into my arms, kissing me back. I plunged my 
tongue between her lips, feeling the slightly salty 
taste of my semen lining her teeth, tongue and mouth. 
Grace shuddered and moaned and just about collapsed. I 
have never had anyone do that on me before, so I did not 
think it was anything I did. 

"Whhhoooooaaaaa!" Grace said as she regained her 
composure, "That was... that was... fucking 
unbelievable! Have you ever done anything like that 
before?" I shook my head, saying nothing. "Do you know 
just how emotionally powerful that was?" I shook my head 
again. "For that, I just might break my own rules and 
fuck you as soon as we get to my bed. That was just 
wonderful, what you did." I had no idea what it was she 
was talking about, but whatever it was, I thought that I 
best not make myself look stupid so I just kept my trap 
shut and let her lead me on to where-ever she wanted to 
go. "Come on..." she said.

Grace took my hand and lead me out of the other door of 
the kitchen, and through the lounge. "Shhh," she 
whispered, "Listen." So I did. I could hear the sound of 
sex going on. Dad and Brenda were really making a 
racket. Their moans and bangings and grunts and groans 
were echoing through the half-shut door. 

I could not help but peek in as we passed it. Grace 
stood watching, gripping my hand, getting ready to pull 
me away from the door, but we could both see what was 
happening. There was Brenda, in profile, sitting up on 
top of Dad, her large breasts bouncing up and down as 
she moved. Dad, underneath, pushing up, the slapping of 
skin clearly audible, even from where I was standing. 
Brenda threw her head around, first to the other side, 
then to the front, then to the other side then all the 
way to where she would see us peeping on them. Brenda 
did not miss a beat, there was no way she could have 
missed us, so when her head was turned away, Grace 
pulled me away from the door.

I would have expected that I was going to be outraged 
that Dad was screwing another woman, but it really did 
not sink in. All I could see was the top of Grace's head 
as she was sucking my cock, Brenda's not inconsiderable 
tits shimmying as she bounced on Dad's dick, and the 
promises of things to cum. Callow, yes, but Dad's 
comment about moving on is now starting to resonate. 
When we got to Grace's room, I asked her why her Mom 
didn't see us. "Basic psychology," she replied, "Her 
attention is elsewhere, and we weren't moving. People 
are attracted to movement, so we don't move, we don't 
get noticed." She was thoughtful for a second, "But I do 
agree, Mom usually sees everything - so it is a little 
strange." She then kissed me and started groping me. I 
squeezed her ass and she flowed into my body, bringing 
herself closer to me than I had ever had any woman 
before.

"I told you I don't fuck on first dates, so you are just 
going to have to eat me or masturbate me."

"I-I..." I stammered.

"You never eaten a girl before?" she asked, a little 
incredulously, "Brad, have you ever had sex before?" I 
hesitated, "No, don't lie, I will know." I believed her.

"No, the closest I ever got was a hand job from a 
girlfriend before Mom died." I admitted.

"Oh dear me." Grace said, "I am so sorry - I thought - 
such a good-look-" she hugged me and asked, "Wanna talk 
about it?"

I didn't really, but once it started, I could not stop. 
I told her everything, held nothing back. I cried like a 
baby, and she cried with me. We held each other and she 
talked about her dad and what happened when he was 
killed. She was just 13 and her life was shattered, just 
like mine. Unlike me and my Dad though, Grace and Brenda 
got on with their lives, moved forward. 

"It wasn't easy at first," she said, "It was easy to be 
a real bitch though, and I was. I was so hurt that I 
took it out on everyone. Mom tried to help, but she was 
hurting too. Then one of my teachers started talking to 
Mom, and then me, and then it just started getting 
better. She was brilliant, she knew and she help me get 
over that really bad bit. She helped Mom too, and made 
me realize it was all about love, who we love and how we 
love. She taught Mom and I how to love. I learned to 
love her and Mom, and it got better. I will never stop 
loving my Dad, but he can't be here, so other people are 
going to have to take my love."

"I had lots of teachers, lots of counselors, but I was 
not interested in listening to any of them. I didn't 
want to. I didn't know what to do, I was hurt but had no 
way of allowing anyone in - until now."

A gentle tapping came at the door and Grace said, "You 
can come in, Mom - we are just talking." A fully dressed 
Brenda opened the door and I must admit I was a little 
disappointed.

"You guys OK?" she asked when she looked at us.

"Yes, Mom," Grace replied, "We have been talking."

"Oh, OK then. So Brad, how have you enjoyed your 
evening?"

"This has been probably the best night I have had in a 
very long time, Brenda. The food was great and the 
company - sensational. Do you think we might do this 
again?"

"Yes, Brad, certainly, if that is what you would like." 
I saw Dad right behind her, and he seemed a lot more 
relaxed than he had been. Well, if I was fucking Brenda, 
I too would be relaxed. "Tomorrow is Saturday, so how 
about then?"

I nodded, and looked at Dad who replied, "That would be 
lovely, Brenda."

"Would it be OK if we were to visit your place, Frank?" 
She asked.

Dad saw the look of panic on my face, and said, "It's a 
real mess at the moment, but I am sure we can clean it 
up a bit for you." I was uncertain at the prospect of 
having a woman in the house. We have a cleaner come in 
on Fridays, so the place was vacuumed and relatively 
tidy. The look Dad gave me was trust me, it is going to 
be OK. I had gotten out of the habit of looking at him 
so was not sure if it was that or a warning. In either 
case, I kept my mouth shut, for the second time that 
evening. "In the meantime, you get a good night's sleep 
and we will entertain you tomorrow evening."

Little did I know the extent to which we were going to 
go to entertain Brenda and Grace, but I was both afraid 
and looking forward to it.

Dad was quiet on the way home that night. I said, "I am 
very sorry, Dad. I am sorry to have caused so much grief 
over the last few years." Dad just nodded. "I have been 
a real asshole..." I started.

"No, son, we have been hurt little boys with no way of 
being able to heal ourselves," he said, "Just a single 
evening with a loving couple and already we are moving 
on."

"You were already, but I had to wait until it was right 
in my face to see it." I responded, "Grace just opened 
me up like a shaken soda can. I cannot believe she did 
that and that I told her everything. Shit, it felt 
good." I did not want to tell Dad what else she did for 
me.

"Grace is lovely," he said. "And she just does that you 
know. She introduced her mother and I, told me that 
Brenda was in need of some love and did I have any to 
spare?" He smiled at the memory, "Boy, did I. I think I 
was saving it up and they both just took it, and gave it 
back. That is why I wanted you to meet them, so you 
could - maybe - share in that too." He paused, "So, how 
did you like Brenda?"

I did not tell him the image I had of her, bouncing 
around on top of him, "Yeah, she is very nice, and I 
think she was very patient with me." I felt a flare of 
jealousy that Dad was poking her, though.

"As you get to know them better, you will learn as I 
did, they see that love is the answer to our emotional 
problems."

"Is that what it is? I am not sure I agree, but I think 
I am happy to go along with it." I said, more than a 
little cynically I suspect. I was interested only in 
fucking Grace now - the rest of it could wait.

"And you have no problem with Brenda and me then?"

"I thought I might have, but somehow -" I hesitated and 
Dad waited, "-It just doesn't seem to be important 
anymore. No, not in the way I expected it to have been 
though." I left it at that, and tried to understand what 
had happened to me tonight.

I barely slept that night, even though I felt a sexual 
release that I had never gotten from just playing with 
myself. I ran through the things I wanted to say to 
Grace, and Brenda, ooh, get Grace in here, how I was 
going to undress her, and fuck myself senseless.

Dad and I spent the day cleaning the house, and getting 
ready. I was thinking I am going to be too tired to do 
anything if we didn't finish soon. Guys in a house, 
alone, usually means cleaning does not get done, but the 
cleaner Dad employed takes care of the major things, so 
at least the place was relatively tidy. The clutter that 
we had accumulated on shelves and benches and such had 
to be cleaned up and eventually it was done. A short 
rest, a shower, clean clothes, don't forget to order 
food from this really nice Chinese Dad gets on his way 
home sometimes - a couple of bottles of wine, just a 
little, Brenda has to drive home, I thought.

The time came and went, with a little anxiety, perhaps 
Brenda had changed her mind, or they could not find the 
place. Soon though, a strange little imported car 
appeared out the front, it was them. I watched them get 
out. "They're here!" I called, and went to the front 
door to welcome them. Grace was radiant, and beautiful 
and I wanted to be with her.

The night came, dinner was excellent, company was good a 
couple of glasses of wine, and the conversations started 
to get more serious - deeper issues. Then Brenda said, 
"OK, Frank, time for a discussion about what happened 
last night." Oh-oh, I thought, this was a little off 
track.

"Oh, I thought we had a good night actually."

"We did, but there was a couple of things that happened 
we need to get out in the open."

Dad smiled a little, "Brad and I talked about it a 
little, and he is Ok with it."

"No, something else. Did Brad tell you that Grace 
performed fellatio on him?"

Oh no, I could feel my heart sinking. My mood 
disappeared. Grace just sat there, not saying anything, 
not embarrassed, not looking fearful, just relaxed and 
calm, looking at me without any disturbance to her 
personal presence at all.

"Did he also not mention that he was standing in the 
doorway of my bedroom, watching us making love?"

Dad shook his head and looked at me. "No, no, he 
didn't." Dad was unnaturally calm, and my thought was 
that this was the calm before the storm hit.

"Did he than also forget to mention that he did not 
return the favor to Grace?"

"What?"

"He was quite happy to get a blow job, but then did not 
return the favor. What is worse, Brad is a virgin."

What the fuck? Did Grace tell her everything? Oh 
jeezzuz.

"Oh dear. Since his mother passed he has been in a bad 
way. You know what I was like when we met, just multiply 
that several times, and that is Brad. Oh Grace, I am 
sorry, I should have realized that he was going to be 
more than a little selfish."

What the fuck? What was Dad on about? What was going on 
here?

"Oh Frank, no need to apologize at all. Brad will make 
up for it," Grace said not taking her eyes off me, 
"Well, he better. As much as I would love to be his 
first, I think that it is really Mom who should do 
that."

"You think so" Dad asked. Grace nodded. "That is very 
generous of you, Grace."

Somewhere here, I was left behind. This conversation no 
longer made any sense at all. What was it that was said? 
What was it supposed to be?

"Darling," Brenda said, "No, I couldn't possibly. You 
really want him, so have him."

"Mother, please, you are much better able to deal with a 
virgin than me."

"Grace, you know how I like to watch you..." Brenda 
began.

"Ladies," Dad interrupted, "Excuse me, but why do you 
not do it together? You are both wonderful, so generous, 
so share him."

"What a wonderful idea," Brenda replied, Grace nodded 
and smiled.

"Brad," Dad said, "I am going to clear the table, can 
you take the ladies into the lounge and make love to 
them both?"

"W-wha..." I began, not really understanding much here 
at all.

"It is simple Brad," Dad said, "Take the ladies into the 
lounge, when there, entertain them in the best possible 
way. Undress them, touch them, and let them do the same 
to you. Is that OK? Trust me, you are going to love it."

I was somewhere between "simple" and "OK" when I finally 
got what was going on. I was somewhat surprised. 
Surprised at Dad for even suggesting it, at both Brenda 
and Grace for discussing it, surprised at myself, for 
being so shocked about it.

Grace moved first, she stood and took my hand, pulling 
me to my feet. Brenda rose and as we passed her, took my 
other hand. Grace led us into the lounge. The small 
coffee table was moved by Brenda, making some space. The 
carpets had the Kirby over them earlier, so were clean. 
Grace turned me around and kissed me - with all the 
promise of last night. Brenda then came to embrace both 
of us and kissed me, with even more promise than Grace. 
"Ooooh, we are going to make a really nice dessert of 
you," she said when we broke.

Grace took my hand and put it onto Brenda's breast. 
"Feel them," she commanded. "Bigger than mine, and so 
lovely. You'll love sucking on them, I do." 

What?

The next hour passed like a dream of moments. One moment 
I was standing, being hugged by two beautiful women, the 
next I was naked, kissing one and the other sucking my 
cock. One moment I had a hand full of soft, spongey, 
naked beast, the next a mouthful of eager pussy and 
pubic hair. I was sucking one of Brenda's nipples, and I 
saw Grace on the other. I had Grace pull me around to 
better get my cock in her mouth and looked down and 
Brenda was between Grace's legs, licking her labia. 

I saw a man's hand reach down and masturbate Brenda 
while Brenda was sucking me. While I was eating Grace, I 
had a rougher hand, gently stroking my dick. I mounted 
Brenda, sliding my rigid tool into her so easily, 
looking in Grace's eyes while she was sitting on 
Brenda's face. 

"I want to cum in you," I said to Grace. 

She smiled and kissed me, and I noted a pair of man's 
hands on Grace's breasts, following her movements. After 
a time, dismounted Brenda, to eat her pussy. I run my 
tongue into her, around her hot flesh, lapping her labia 
and suckling her clit. In the mean time, I had another 
mouth wrapped around my dick, but it wasn't Grace's. I 
didn't care then, it was a mouth, Dad's mouth, sucking 
my dick. He was replaced with Grace, who inserted my 
cock into herself. I could feel her moving up and down 
on me, just as I saw Brenda last night bouncing on Dad, 
Grace was doing it to me.

The feeling of her warm flesh surrounding my cock was 
just so right. The slapping of skin as she moved, the 
musky aroma of Brenda's cunt on my face, her juices in 
and around my mouth was so right. I looked up and saw 
the underside of Dad's ballsack and his rigidly long 
tool sliding in and out of Brenda's mouth - and I didn't 
mind a bit, his presence, naked and active was also just 
a part of the rightness. 

We kept this up for what seemed like ages, and I knew 
what was going to happen next. The tension in my balls 
grew until it could no longer be held back. I erupted 
into Grace, spasming at every shot. The intensity of my 
cum was so strong I nearly threw Brenda off my face. It 
seemed a while, before my dick slacked off, before Grace 
moved.

"Mom," she said, "Want to clean me up?"

"Oh, yes please," Brenda replied, and she got off my 
face altogether, and kissing Grace, Brenda dived into 
her daughter's crotch. Grace moaned and groaned as 
Brenda ate her cum filled snatch. Grace moved, swiveled 
around, manouvering herself under Brenda, and they were 
locked into a 69er. My mind was being totally blown away 
with this. Two women I met last night, I fucked both of 
them tonight, and now watching them eat each other. 
Mother and daughter. Un-fucking-believable. The show 
went on for several minutes and both orgasmed within 
seconds of each other.

"I said they were a little unconventional, didn't I," 
Dad said.

"Yes, Dad, you did."

"Mmmm enjoy the show boys?" said Brenda, "But I still 
see that Brad is not yet clean, would you care to ask 
someone to do that Brad?"

"Brenda, would you care to?"

"Mmmm! Thank you, but I have just cleaned up your spill 
from Grace."

"Grace..." I started.

"I had a decent tasting last night, remember?" She 
replied, "I think it should be someone who has yet to 
savor your cum."

It was all very quiet, Dad said nothing, it took me a 
moment catch up on what she was saying. Then it hit me, 
"Dad, as these lovely ladies have put on a show for us, 
do you think it might be our turn to do the same for 
them?"

Dad took a breath and quietly said, "Yes son, I think it 
might. But only if you're willing."

"I think I am, after what I have just been through and 
seen, I think I understand now. Our love is for all of 
us to share. We can love whom we like, anytime, 
anywhere." I realized that he had already been fucking 
both Grace, and Brenda, probably seen them and their 
love making many times. Then it hit me, the teacher. I 
was going to have to get Grace to tell me the whole 
story.

Brenda and Grace both smiled and hugged each other. Dad 
leaned over and touched my cheek, "I have always been 
proud of you son, and no time more so than right now. 
You are becoming a man." He leaned closer and kissed me. 
Fuck, my own Dad was kissing me, on the lips. In a few 
short moments, he was kissing my cock, then swallowing 
it, cleaning the drying semen and cum from it. I wasn't 
sure I could suck him, but I could pull his dick, so I 
did, gently, rhythmically. I could feel myself getting 
hard, so I kissed Dad on the dick. I marveled at the 
silken smoothness of it. I wiped my tongue along it and 
over the knob and down the other side. I was right, Dad 
has a fairly large dick, bigger than mine - but not by 
much. I could feel his lips caressing the knob of my 
dick, his tongue lapping the underside of the glans. 

I was almost fully erect now as his tongue worked its 
way around the rim of the glans. I tried to do a similar 
thing, but from the outside, which was not easy in 
timing with my hand movement. Dad's action was not as 
good as Grace's or Brenda's, but then how many dicks had 
Dad sucked in his life? Probably only mine, but that was 
for another time I think.

My gentle ministrations seemed to be working after a 
time. Dad was holding his breath, pumping his hips and 
started moaning between clenched teeth. "Going to cum" 
he ground out, and I took his dick and put it between my 
lips, continuing to stroke it, playing with it with my 
tongue. I took more of the knob into my mouth and was 
rewarded when I felt this rush of hot, viscous, salty 
fluid explode from his cock. 

Again and again it spurted and I caught it in the back 
of my throat. I must admit I thought I was going to 
throw up but I held it, then swallowed it. Grace came to 
me and hugged me, kissing me, as Brenda did to Dad, then 
they swapped. Being kissed deeply by two beautiful, 
naked women is an experience that I would recommend to 
anyone.

As soon as Dad stopped sucking me, my dick had gone 
down. The semen was followed by a small glass of white 
wine and cuddling on the lounge floor. Brenda, excused 
herself and Grace came and cuddled me. "You started to 
tell me about this teacher friend, are you going to tell 
the whole story?"

"Aaahhh, her name was Heléne, and she was beautiful. 
After Dad died I was lost and hurt. Angry and grieving, 
making a real ass of myself." This was familiar 
territory, I did exactly the same thing. "The next 
semester I had her for Algebra - and I spent a lot of 
time in detention. The school was trying to deal with me 
as best they could, but Mom had the same issues, and 
they were not getting anywhere. Besides, Mom and I began 
to fight, I was expressing my hurt, by being difficult. 

Heléne rang Mom and started talking to her. She didn't 
ask Mom to come to school and meet with everyone who had 
an interest, like all my teachers and the principal, she 
asked Mom out for a chat and a coffee break. I wasn't 
there, but Mom later told me they just talked, girl 
talk, but talked to see if they had any common ground 
apart from me and school. Surprisingly enough, they had 
a few people in common, and a number of interests. Food 
being both Mom's and Heléne's passion - apart from sex 
of course."

"Of course," we both murmured.

"Heléne was born here, but her parents were French, and 
they too loved their food, thinking our cuisine little 
more than rubbish and finger food. So Mom and Heléne hit 
it off really well. Pretty soon they were swapping 
recipes and Mom invited Heléne to a baking session at 
our place. I was really skeptical about having a teacher 
in our house, but she came, she helped cook up a storm 
and not once did she mention Algebra, school or 
homework, or anything else relating to my problems. A 
week later, Heléne rings Mom and invites her to dinner 
at a small restaurant she likes, and we both went. 

Heléne did not look down at me at all, did not see me as 
an intruder, she spoke to me about all sorts of things, 
obviously things Mom had said, but mostly just 
superficial stuff. One evening, Mom did not come home, I 
was 14 by then and managing to get through Algebra 
without detention. A huge step forward, for me at the 
time. Some of my other classes I was not so lucky, but 
at least I wasn't spending as much time in detention.

"Mom turned up later, and when I asked where she had 
been, she smiled and told me with Heléne. For some 
reason, I thought I knew exactly what she meant being 
"with" someone. I was really envious of their 
relationship, not jealous, not angry, just envious. That 
was going on for a little while then Mom and Heléne came 
here, on a weekend, I was at home and I was really 
envious and 14. Not a good combination. 

Mom and I had been fighting, again, and Heléne's 
intrusion was not really welcome. Heléne asked me, for 
the first time how school was. I told her I hated it. 
She asked how I felt my life was going, I told her 
nowhere, I hated it. Everything she asked me, my answer 
was the same, I hated it. "OK," she said, "now we know 
what you hate, can you tell me what is there you love? 
Think carefully before you answer."

"I love my Dad," I said.

"Yes, you do, and miss him terribly."

'I was just crying at this point. Heléne reached out and 
held me. She whispered things to me, telling me that it 
was OK to miss my Dad, to love him forever, that it was 
OK to love Mom and let go of this terrible grief. She 
told me that Mom loved me, and wanted to see me happy, 
and she loved me, and wanted to be a friend. She just 
held me until I stopped crying. Then I kissed her. I 
mean I kissed her. She tried to pull away, but I held 
her. I told her if she loved me she could kiss me. 

We discussed this a bit and she said that our love was 
different, and she was my teacher, not my lover. I told 
her she could be both. I touched her breasts, and again 
she tried to pull away, but I did not let her. They were 
soft, yielding, not large but really nice. I had no idea 
that I was going to do that, but when I kissed Heléne 
again, she responded. I knew then that she was Mom's 
lover, and her friend. 

So I told her that if she loved Mom she could love me. 
She said that she already loved me, before she loved 
Mom, but it was Brenda she could sleep with, not me. She 
also told me that if I wanted to love her, then I would 
have to love Mom too. I told her I had always loved Mom, 
but it wasn't always shown. I let her go then, but she 
stayed, then she kissed me like a lover would kiss me. I 
was so aroused then I just about orgasmed on the spot. 
Just before she left my room, she said that I was going 
to have to learn to love Mom properly, that I had to 
give her my love as well, 'That way, you can love me 
too.'

"I had cried myself out, I had said all I needed to say, 
I had a friend, and I wanted a lover. Then I started 
thinking about what Heléne actually said. If I loved Mom 
properly, I could love her too. The words echoed around 
and around inside my head. I heard Mom and Heléne go to 
bed, and the silence of the house was broken only by the 
soft cooings of lovers. Then I realized, if I loved Mom 
properly, I could love her too. 

I stripped naked, went into the bathroom and washed 
myself. I then stood, naked, at Mom's door, listening to 
them making love, shivering with fear at what I was 
about to do. I opened the door and just walked in and 
found Mom on her back with her legs spread wide, and 
Heléne's mouth precisely where I wanted it to be on me. 
Both were naked and oblivious of me, at first.

'When I moved closer, Brenda jumped, and squealed a 
little. Heléne didn't, she just turned and looked at me. 
'I want to love you, Mom, I want to love you with 
everything I have,' I said, 'But I don't know how..

'Heléne stood, turning to face me. I could see the 
moisture of Mom's excitement over Heléne's mouth and 
lips, dripping to her chin. Helen reached over and took 
Mom by the hand and pulled her to the side of the bed - 
without taking her eyes off me. She was looking into my 
being, capturing me with her eyes, and she held her hand 
out. I reached for it and she pulled me closer. She kept 
gently pulling Mom to her feet, and when all three of us 
were closer, she pulled us into an embrace and said 
'Love is what we give each other. 

Love is what we receive from each other. Love is what 
makes us complete. We can love whom we like, when we 
like and how we like.' She kissed Mom, then she kissed 
me. She then pressed me in the back and the look in her 
eyes was that Mom and I should kiss each other. We did 
and then we made love for the first time. Under Heléne's 
patient guidance, I made Mom orgasm, then Mom made me 
orgasm, and then I made Heléne orgasm, and she gave me 
the first of a lot of orgasms.

"The world had changed for me and Mom, we were no longer 
the same people. Yes, we will always love Dad, and 
Heléne, and Frank and you, as, I hope you will always 
love us."

"Where is Heléne now?" I asked.

"Last we heard, Canada, then at the end of the year she 
is going to be in England for two years then Australia 
or New Zealand. She is an itinerant teacher." Sounds 
like it, I thought.

"Brenda, did you have any issues about all of this?" I 
asked.

"Yes and no. Yes, because Grace is my daughter, but, 
then again, no - because Grace is my daughter," Brenda 
replied.

"Well, that does not make sense, to me anyway." Dad 
smiled and let Brenda talk on.

"Well, it is actually simple. Father-daughter incest is 
an issue, but mother-daughter? To me, that was right off 
the reservation at first. But love is like that. Love 
pulls you in so many different directions. I know what 
you did with Frank was different and not something you 
would have contemplated before now, but that is OK. What 
changed? 'We can love whom we like, when we like and how 
we like.' 

"Incest is only a problem if people let it be a problem. 
All the old strictures about it have gone out the 
window, with the development of better contraception. I 
also had some qualms about her age. At 14 we do not 
always get it right and we often end up in a real mess; 
I just did not want to be the cause of that. But I love 
her, always have, and I wanted to be as close as I could 
to her, especially since her father died. 

"Heléne encouraged us to be that close, simply by 
suggesting we were each other's best supporters. If it 
had been anyone else's daughter, it would never have 
happened."

I got the logic then, it was actually simple. To get 
past their grief, they turned to each other and that 
only had one place to go. Heléne was the catalyst, which 
stopped them fighting and started them loving each other 
in every sense of the word. When Heléne moved on, they 
kept loving each other, but were including others in 
their love, Dad and me.

"Has there been any men in your lives since Heléne?" I 
asked Brenda.

"A couple, but none whom were attractive to Grace," she 
replied, "Which is what made it a surprise when she told 
me what she was thinking about with Frank - and you."

"A surprise?"

"Yes, at this point, Grace had only had a women lovers - 
Heléne and me. I have had a couple of other men on 
dates, but neither made it past that, simply because 
they were not to Grace's taste. Grace had different boys 
ask her out on dates, and she would go, but it was never 
sexual. They sometimes came back a second time, but the 
would not hold her interest. We decided together that if 
there were men in our lives, they had to be our lover, 
not just one of us. Then she met Frank. The idea then 
became instead of three, it could be four."

"You started to tell me about it, then we got 
interrupted and you haven't had a chance to finish the 
story." I said to Grace.

"Oh, sure. Well, I was doing some volunteer work for 
extra credit at school, and I really liked your Dad. He 
is a nice guy but there was this underlying sadness, so 
I started asking questions and got the answers. I must 
admit I was more intrigued by you than anything else. I 
knew what you were doing, I had done it too, so I 
thought if we could meet, then maybe we could help you."

"So- this is all social work then?" smilingly.

Grace and Brenda both laughed, "Self indulgence 
actually," she said. "What happened was simple, I did a 
bit of a come on with Frank and it just passed him by. 
He was simply not paying attention. So I thought maybe 
he saw me as being too young and he would respond better 
to someone closer in age. I asked Mom to come and pick 
me up, but the first few times they would miss each 
other. Then they connected, and Frank showed a little 
spark. 

"The next time they met, in the car park mind you, you 
could see Frank pick himself up a bit. One of the other 
girls told me that I should get Mom to pick me up all 
the time, they had not seen Frank move like that since 
before..." She hesitated, then went on. "Well, it 
happened again, and this time someone else noticed it. 
At only twice a week it was taking too long so I thought 
Mom should come in early and spend a bit of time talking 
to Frank. I told her what I was thinking and she liked 
the look of Frank so agreed. You should have seen the 
buzz around the place when Mom walked in, and I properly 
introduced her to Frank. She just charmed him."

"It was easy, he is such a handsome guy. Easy to talk to 
and to be with." Brenda said.

"It is not every day I get to talk to beautiful women, 
especially one that is so interesting."

"Anyway, the long and the short of it was that I invited 
Frank to dinner, and it was such a pleasant evening, Mom 
asked if he would like to do it again the next week. 
Frank agreed, and Mom and Frank were in bed shortly 
after soup." She smiled at the recollection. "I started 
serving them in bed - "

"And that was the first time you had sex with Dad?"

"Oh no, Frank and I have never had intercourse, or sex 
if you like."

I was somewhat surprised and a little incredulous.

"I's true son, I had to wait until now, to see if you 
would be able to join in before Grace would be willing 
to make love with me."

"It's not that I didn't want to, Brad, it is just I 
thought it unfair for Frank and I to be having sex 
before you knew what we could all do. You are the first 
boy I have had intercourse with - my very first - by the 
way."

"But, you suck..."

"Oh, of course, I learned how to suck cock. I practiced 
on a dildo, then on a date. The boy was expecting more 
so I told him no, not going to happen so I didn't even 
finish him. He blustered and threatened so I told him 
that if he ever said anything I would tell the all girls 
he was very considerate, had a tiny dick and cums quick. 
None of them would be interested in finding out if it 
was true or not. Best though was from watching Mom and 
Frank and talking about it after." she stated, "Then I 
decided the time was right for real."

"But - we hadn't even met and you already decided on 
me?"

"No- not at all. That is what dinner was last night. If 
I liked you, then tonight was going to happen - tonight, 
next week, next month. If I didn't like you..." she 
trailed off. "So I am really glad I didn't have to wait 
too long."

"Oh, I see. But then, I am no expert, but you seemed to 
know what you were doing when..."

"Yes, I said you are the first boy I had intercourse 
with, but I gave Heléne my cherry - if that is what you 
mean." I nodded. "Well, lesbians do not just do oral 
sex, they also use vibrators, dildos and other equipment 
that gets them off. Heléne used a strap-on to break my 
hymen. Hurt like hell, I can tell you, but it got better 
after that. I start practicing sucking on that strap-on, 
Heléne encouraged me to practice, as often as I could. 
She knew Mom and I are not lesbians, could never be 
exclusive, so she gave me the best lessons about sex 
with men and women."

"Me too," Brenda added. "I learned more about sex from 
Heléne than I did from anyone else. And now I am putting 
it to good use."

"A lesbian? Teaching you about boys?"

"Oh, Heléne was in a lesbian relationship with us by 
choice, she'd had plenty of experience with men." Brenda 
commented.

"You mean she's bi?"

"That would be more accurate, yes."

"And what did you think when Grace appeared in your 
room?"

"I was mortified. It was obvious that Heléne and I had a 
physical relationship, but I never thought that Grace 
would actively seek to join in. When she came in, and 
caught us, well..I had nowhere to go. When she said she 
wanted to join us, it totally blew me away. When we made 
love the first time, it was just sensational, we found a 
love and a bond we had never felt before and it is 
stronger now than it was then. Now you and Frank have 
joined us, we think it is going to be great." The rest 
of the night and next day we did not get dressed, we 
just fucked whenever we wanted, who we wanted.

And it has been great. About three months after the 
first time we made love, Brenda and Grace moved into our 
place. Dad and Brenda went and bought a giant king sized 
bed and we joined two bedrooms into one by removing the 
wall and added wardrobe space. If one of us wants to be 
alone, then we have my old room or the second bedroom. 
If Grace and I want to be alone together we use the 
second bedroom. Oh, Dad and I both learned to suck dick, 
for the purposes of entertaining our ladies, of course. 
I love making love with Brenda and Grace loves Dad too. 
We have all become better lovers, spurring each other on 
to be the best we can.

My school was, apparently, on the verge of kicking me 
out. I surprised them by completing all my studies, 
picking up the work I had not completed, lifting my 
grades into the A range by the end of the year. I spoke 
to a counselor and essentially apologized for being such 
a dick, but things were better now. I am going to 
complete high school at the top 5% this year but I am 
not going to college.

Dad and Brenda are opening a haut cuisine restaurant in 
the most expensive part of town. Grace is going in with 
them as an apprentice chef, but I have clearly 
demonstrated no skills with the skillet at all, I can 
boil water without burning it, usually, and that is 
about it. However, Grace says I am really handsome, I 
move really well when I want to, so there is no reason I 
cannot be the head waiter. 

Dad is continuing to work and will do so for a few years 
yet. He and Brenda are helping me already in learning 
the business side of a restaurant, as well as how to be 
the mâitré-d'. I actually like it, well the training so 
far, very formal, very proper. We visited a lot of 
expensive restaurants so I could see what the maitre d' 
does publicly and how they do it. 

Dad says I should go to college to do it properly, but I 
am arguing that if I go to college, I have to go away, 
and I prefer to be in the restaurant, but really, I do 
not want to be away from Grace, let alone Brenda. If it 
works, I will be able to take the time and either do 
things online or go to the city college. If it doesn't 
work, well, I will still have the funds to go to 
college.

Anyway, the song that started this. If Dad and Grace 
have a child, then the child will be my half-
brother/sister. If I marry Brenda, Grace becomes my step 
daughter, and her child becomes my grandchild. If Dad 
married Grace, then my father is my son-in-law. 

So my half-brother/sister is my grandchild, or is that 
cousin, then my step-daughter becomes my step-mother - 
my father, my son-in-law, my wife's daughter becomes her 
mother- agghhh fuck it!

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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