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It had been three days since I saw the photograph. Three days since my mother, pale as dying ghost, snatched the picture from my hand and said, “we’ll talk about it later.” Suddenly it was later. My heart raced when I heard her voice through my bedroom door, and my cock jumped. “Can I come in?”

My brain had to win out over my body here. I took a deep breath, trying not to suddenly get hard knowing my mom was coming in to have a conversation about what I saw. I was a mature 19 year old man with at least some experience with women. I should be able to control myself.

“Yeah, come in.” So far so good. The door opened and she smiled at me, wearing a loose t-shirt and faded old jeans, nothing crazy. I could do this. But then, I saw the photograph, in her hand as she closed the door behind her despite the fact that both my sister and I were out of the house. She sat down next to me on the edge of my bed as I set the controller in my hand down, trying my best to keep calm. This was typical, no big deal. Until suddenly it wasn’t.

“We should talk about this, you probably have some questions.” She touched the picture, now laying face down on her thigh closest to mine.

I don’t know if I had some questions, one question, or an infinite amount of questions trying to find out why there was a picture in our basement of my dad sitting naked on a couch with my aunt’s hand around his cock, and my mother next to them having her shoulders rubbed by her brother standing behind them. All naked, all laughing.

I had almost wondered of nothing else for three days. Felt ashamed every time I came thinking about my mother’s slender naked body, or my aunt’s heavy breasts. The image fading more and more in my memory, wishing I’d been alone when I’d found it so I could be alone with it still. Being this close to it again, I couldn’t help it. My cock lept to life under my shorts, screaming and throbbing. Shit.

“I don’t know what to ask really, I just…” I shifted uncomfortably away from her, trying not to be found out. “How did that happen? Why?”

“Okay, you have to promise me something. This isn’t something your father and I wanted either you or your sister to find out about, so can we please keep this between us? I’ll answer whatever questions you have, and this doesn’t have to be the only time we talk about it. But it needs to just be me and you, okay?”

Her hand landed on my knee, something that would usually be reassuring but now just seemed torturous. I looked down at it, then up at her, then down at the photograph, then back at her. Why didn’t she seem nervous? Wasn’t she weirded out by this?

“Yeah, sure. Okay, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying words. That’s fine. Are you and dad… swingers? I mean that’s fine but Uncle Terry is your brother and I don’t think that’s… I mean that’s fine too I guess I just don’t…”

My face was on fire. My hard dick was on fire. I was staring a hole into the floor. I was not having fun.

“Your dad and I met because our parents, your grandparents, have some things in common. They come from families that are more… open than most, and they continued that with us when we got to be old enough. It’s something of a family tradition I suppose.”

I’m not sure exactly what face my mom saw when I looked back up at her, but it must have read somewhere between “that’s insane” and “what the hell are you talking about” and “I can’t quite process this” and “grandma and grandpa and grandma and grandpa?”

“Your dad and I never wanted you to find out, we weren’t going to continue it. Normally you’d have been told everything when you turned 18 but we figured it was for the best if we didn’t say anything.”

“I mean… yeah, I appreciate that but… this is crazy.”

“I know. Are you mad?” Her hand began to gently rub my knee.

“No, not mad, just confused. Or maybe… why didn’t you want us to know?”

“I don’t know really. It all seems so normal to us but becoming parents it just seemed different. We didn’t want you to get weirded out or turn away from us. We just thought it best to let it go, regardless of how hard it was sometimes.”

“Why would it be hard?”

She smiled and looked down at my lap. She knew. Shit, she knew.

“I think you know exactly why it was hard. On your eighteenth birthday, you don’t think I wanted to come naked in your room to wake you up and give you the same present your grandmother gave your dad when he turned eighteen?”

“What present?” Did I want to know? She seemed so comfortable with all this, so easy. I was losing my mind.

“Here.” She handed me the photograph and stood up, sliding her t-shirt over her head to reveal her gorgeous small breasts under a light blue bra. I couldn’t take my eyes from off of her, despite having the photograph finally back in my hands.

“Lay back baby.”

I scooted back, heart pounding and cock feeling more sensitive and ready than I ever imagined it could without being touched. I knew what was gonna happen, I had to get control. Had to buy some time, maybe just stop it completely.

I was silent. I did nothing.

As I clutched the picture to my chest she unbuttoned my shorts and slid them, along with my boxers, over my thighs and off my body in one easy motion. Precum dripped generously onto my body as she took it in her hand and her lips just barely passed over the tip…

“Oh fuuuu…….”

Three seconds later she was smiling up at me, swallowing the last of it. “That’s okay honey, we have plenty of time to practice. If it’s something you want.”

NSFW: yes

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