Virilità Ricorrere Community: Part 2.

Dave soon
learns his parents real family values.

Based
on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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It was
kind of a long, somewhat silent afternoon. Sure we chatted, like always, but
there was a bit of nervousness in the air. Dad was due back any time now, and I
think all three of us sat looking at the clock expectantly.

"You’re
sure about this?" I asked.

"Very
sure. It might be easier if we do it my way," she said once again. Though
I was surprised that mom had gone along with it, allowing Cathy to tell dad the
whole story herself. Maybe it would be easier. Certainly for me anyway. Maybe
afterwards it might be awkward for a while, but eventually...

Dad got
home a short time later, though I had made myself scarce, long enough for Cathy
to convince him to take her on a short boat ride. He was a little surprised to
learn that it would just be the two of them going, but then figured that since
I never had been all that comfortable in the water, it just wasn't my
particular thing. And mom had begged out, stating that she'd stay home and keep
company with me. So with that, the two of them set off to spend the rest of the
late afternoon together. I could only sit and wonder what dad would be thinking
about everything soon after that.

After
they had gone, mom had me come and join her outside.

"So
what else did you two have to talk about?" I asked. I figured that if it
was none of my business, she'd tell me. She'd never been afraid of doing that
before anyway.

"You
really want to know?"

For a
moment, I actually wondered. "Yes?"

"Obviously,
Cathy and I had a pretty long, deep conversation."

"Deep?
As in?"

"What
we like doing. What you two enjoy doing...things like that. You know, somewhat
naughty girl talk."

"Somewhat
naughty?" I had to laugh. "Such as?" Though maybe I shouldn't
have asked that question.

"Such
as..." mom actually blushed. "Cathy asked me if I had really come to
enjoy being with other women. So I told her...I do. I've come to enjoy it very
much. And I think since you obviously saw most, if not all of our photos, you
could pretty much guess that for yourself. Especially with Shelly. In fact,
just so you know, she and I very often get together to have fun with one
another even in the middle of the day. The only reason she hasn't been around
lately of course, is because of your visit with us."

Now
knowing what I knew, I responded in kind to her. "Well I hope you
certainly won't deny yourself now just because we're here!" I stated. Mom
smiled at that.

"No
worries. I got plenty of her pussy last night!" Hearing mom talk like that
was a little weird to me, but at the same time, somewhat refreshing too.
"Oh I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have said something like that, I didn't
mean to embarrass you!"

Was I
blushing? I didn't know, though I did feel like my face was a little hot
perhaps. But in all my years...never not once had I ever heard my mother say
"pussy", nor a couple of other words for that matter. And hearing her
say it, the way she did...well, it was sort of just naughty nice, in a strange
sort of way.

"It
didn't," I told her. "And since we're being honest here mom, I'm
actually glad you enjoy it, and that you and dad are having such a good,
uninhibited life with one another. Just as Cathy and I are having. I enjoy
seeing Cathy with another woman, just as much as I now believe dad enjoys
seeing you."

"Does
he ever!" Mom quipped, and for a moment I could have sworn she had dropped
her hand down between her legs for a moment, though she must have caught
herself, placing it soon on top of the table again. "Though admittedly, I
enjoy doing it with Shelly perhaps more than anyone else."

"Yeah,
Cathy's sort of that way with our friend Janice. Once the two of them get going
at it, you almost have to dump water on the two of them to break the two of
them up."

Mom really
giggled at that, though I only then realized that maybe I was sharing a bit too
much with her. This really was starting to get more than a little personal and
intimate. Not to mention the fact, I was starting to get a little aroused once
again myself just thinking about it.

"Yeah,
she told me that," mom grinned. "So she knew where I was coming from.
And don't think ill of me for saying this honey, but I'd be the first one to
admit, I am sure watching her with Janice would be as exciting as seeing her
with Shelly. And I'd be willing to bet even your dad would love seeing
that!"

"Ok,
now we were crossing one of those lines in the sand," I thought to myself,
though the image mom had just painted wasn't necessarily one that I could
disagree with. Only that it was mom who had said it. "I'm sure he
would," I said instead, and then made some attempt at changing the
subject, sort of. "How do you think he's going to take hearing about us
knowing now?" I asked honestly curious.

"Well,
at first I am sure he will be a little surprised."

"Oh?
Just a little?"

"At
first...perhaps," mom grinned, though I could sense there was a lot more
going on here than she was letting on to.

"Ok,
spill it," I told her, starting to worry just a little. Maybe she could
sense that, or see it in my face.

"Oh
don't get all rolled up in a ball," she told me. One of her favorite
sayings. "I kind of told Cathy one way she would definitely catch him off
guard, and ease him into hearing all this, would be perhaps to do so...well,
topless."

"Topless?
You mean with her boobs hanging out and all?"

"Well
yes, isn't that generally what that means? I did say, that it was just a
suggestion, though only if you were okay with it. But you and your dad are a
lot alike. You've both always been fond of that particular area of a female's
anatomy. So I was also pretty sure that if Cathy started to explain to him the
whole story...while sitting there like that, he'd be more inclined to listen
without getting all upset. Unless the idea of your father seeing your wife's
boobs is a big no...no, or something. Though for the life of me, I couldn't
imagine why you would. After all Dave, it's not like you haven't seen mine now,
you know?"

She had
me there. And she was right too. Cathy and I had never had a problem with
nudity, not ever. And to be perfectly honest about it, now that the so called
cat was actually out of the bag, I really didn't see a problem with it now
either, and told her so.

"Oh...so
you'd be okay if I were to sit here with my boobs hanging out in front of you
huh?"

"It's
your home mom," I reminded her. "If you and dad want to walk around
naked in front of us? That's your business. "If you think that either
Cathy or I would get all freaked out about it, you'd be wrong."

"We'll
see," mom laughed, just then reaching up to remove the pullover top she
was wearing. The fact she hadn't been wearing a bra, something that hadn't been
missed by me either as she took it off. "For starters," she grinned.
"As long as you're okay with it."

I was.
But I wasn't sure what my cock was thinking at the moment. Having seen mom's
tits in the pictures, hell...and a lot more than just that, still wasn't quite
the same as actually seeing them for real. Though I did my damndest not to
stare at them, trying to be as casual, and as normal as I possibly could. Even
that was becoming increasingly difficult.

I was
almost relieved when we both heard the sound of Cathy and dad entering the
house. I half expected for mom to put her shirt on again. She didn't. Content
to sit there with her boobs hanging out. Cathy was the first to appear, and
then smiled upon seeing mom.

"Well
now, that looks like a good idea," Cathy stated, and immediately reached
up and around herself, removing the already skimpy bikini top she had on. Dad
emerged moments later, taking note of both girls now topless, though merely
nodding his head, first at them, and then at me. He was obviously a bit nervous
still, especially now that we all sat, confronting one another in a weird sort
of way. There was no doubt in my mind that the factor of two sets of bare tits,
was easing the awkwardness a little.

"You
know what I really should do?" Mom suggested, "Is to call and invite
Jack and Shelly over for a drink."

"You
sure about that?" Dad asked nervously. "You know how Shelly can get
when she's had a few."

"That's
what I'm counting on," she laughed, and then went inside to make that
call. Dad and I looking at one another a bit sheepishly.

"Mellow
out you two. Relax. No one said anything about swapping wives, or incest.
"Just relax and