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i****tuous relationship

Tuesday, May 19, 2015 Sasha, Sean, Greg and Helen You can call me Sasha, though it isn't my real name. My Dad's name is Greg, and my Mom is Helen. Again, not their real names. I am 33 years old and I have had sex with my f****y since I developed sexually. You know, breasts, period, that kind of thing. That's when I really became interested in sex, real sex, yanno? Not the dumb 'show me yours' stuff when you are a k**. It's not like I had to do it with my f****y, either. I am pretty damn cute, with blonde hair, flat stomach, and good boobs. I just never knew it was not normal. Or maybe, not considered normal, because it has always seemed very normal to me and I still think it is. I mean, there are people you know, you love, you trust right there in the house with you. What more logical than to share sex experience with them? Why am I writing this? I dunno. I saw some other stories and it seems like this is something I could tell, and explain, though I am not sure I could ever explain it really. Maybe it all started when I was pretty young, because my parents never hid their sexuality from us k**s. I have one younger b*****r, his name is ... let's call him Sean. I always liked that name. I sort of like Sean, too. He is the best lover I've ever had, and I been with a few. So anyway, yeah, my parents used to touch and play with each other in front of us k**s. I used to watch cartoons on TV while my mom was blowing my dad in the back of the room, and I remember watching her clean ...

... up Dad's spew after he came though she thought I didn't know what was going on. They got married really really young, probably because I came along unexpectedly. My mom had me when she was 16 and my dad was 17. They were always horny it seemed like. They couldn't keep their hands off each other and while I think they sort of tried to be a little private, they really didn't hide it very well. They walked around the house naked and I remember my dad constantly having a hardon around my mom. I used to watch them in their bed, I sneaked out of my bedroom late at night when I heard them grunting or moaning, and peaked inside to watch mom riding dad. It fascinated me, they were always so... excited and happy, and their bodies looked ... well, they excited me. It looked like a lot of fun, and I began touching myself when I watched them. My mom has a fantastic body, always did even after having two k**s, and my dad is pretty good too. His cock is huge and I remember watching how it stretch my mom's cunt flesh when he rammed in and slid it out. Later I would lay in bed and insert fingers into myself, first just one or two, but then three and finally four, trying to get the feeling of having my vagina filled and spread just like my mom's was, with my dad's cock. So I touched myself, and it was my favorite way of masturbating, to think about my parents fucking, or sucking, or even just hand jobs the way they did each other sometimes when we were sitting watching TV. My mom would swallow ...