Visiting the family

The gravel crunched under the tyres as I drove our car into Peter and Mandy's driveway, parking our small, grey Nissan Micra between Peter's luxury black Mercedes and Michael's sporty green Jaguar. Both their cars were gleaming brightly in the sunlight, which only served to show up the dirt on our own vehicle more. I felt a pang of inadequacy as I looked over the three vehicles as we got out. Gloria could only just squeeze her tits out of the car but whether that was because the car was small or her breasts were huge might be a matter for debate. Probably a combination of both. We both stretched our bodies, having been cramped in the small car with its hard, uncomfortable seats for an hour or so and I could only imagine how much better it would have felt had we travelled in one of the luxury vehicles parked either side of us.

Gloria didn't seem to mind though and took it all in her stride, bouncing happily to her parents' front door.

"This is going to be so much fun," she said to me in a low voice as I rang the doorbell, hearing the classy sound of the Westminster chimes from inside the house as I did so. A moment later, Mandy answered the door and her welcome was as effusive as ever.

"Hello you two beautiful lovebirds," she almost shouted in her loud, confident voice, a huge beaming smile on her face. Her face was not the first thing my eyes went to though of course, drawn as they were to the enormous mounds of flesh right in front of my eyes, a low-cut skin-tight black dress only helping to draw attention to them. As the house was a step up from the doorstep itself, Mandy's boobs were directly in my eyeline as well. As I raised my eyes to meet hers, there was a knowing smile on her face. "Brad," she exclaimed, "how lovely to see you again!" She pulled me into a hug, with the height difference meaning my face was instantly buried in her ample cleavage. When I managed to pull away, I saw Gloria had stepped up next to Mandy and was watching with an amused look on her face, knowing I would be feeling flustered.

"Mum!" said Gloria with a huge smile, pulling her mother into a big hug that pressed their breasts together right in front of my eyes. They kissed each other on the lips, a kiss that was ever so slightly longer than a loving peck. The sort of thing I would previously have thought little of, but now was definitely noticeable.

"Come on in, you two, come on in," said Mandy and we made our way inside the house. I watched her hips move as she walked along the hallway in front of us, enjoying the rise and fall of her arse cheeks.

"I see you looking, pervert," Gloria playfully whispered to me and kissed me on the cheek. I followed Mandy into the kitchen where I found Peter putting tea bags into mugs, the kettle almost boiling.

"Brad!" he exclaimed as soon as he saw me, pulling me into a hug. "Great to see you. How's my favourite son-in-law? How was the journey?"

Before I could answer, his eyes moved behind me to Gloria who had just walked in the room. I definitely saw a spark of lust in his eyes, which travelled over his daughter's body, paying especial attention to her chest, as he stepped towards her and gave her a hug too. It was hard to see from the angle I was looking from but I'm fairly sure one of his hands moved to her arse and gave it a little squeeze as they embraced.

"Lunch is nearly ready," said Mandy, buttering some bread, "but it's a cold spread so we can have it whenever we want. I expect you two will want to recover from your journey a bit first."

"Yeah, let's sit and chat first," agreed Peter. "I want to hear all about how that job of yours is going, Brad. Oh and Gloria's secretarial work too of course. I expect you've been filing lots of things away in their proper places, haven't you, my dear."

"Yes, Daddy, it's amazing how much mess there is to tidy up sometimes but you know how much I love making sure things go in their proper slots" grinned Gloria. I tried not to roll my eyes or chuckle at the obvious innuendo going on, while contemplating that these sorts of conversations must have been happening between them right under my nose for years without me cottoning on to their double meanings. We took our mugs of tea through to the sitting room and settled down; Gloria and I next to each other on a sofa, with Peter on a chair to our right and Mandy on another sofa to our left. There was an empty chair facing ours.

"What about you, Brad, work all good?" asked Peter as we sat down.

"I can't complain really," I replied. "It's all going pretty smoothly, I've got my team nicely organised now and things are flowing nicely. There's the occasional hiccough of course but that's what keeps it interesting."

"And it's still interesting? No itchy feet or sights on pastures new?"

"It keeps me occupied but I've got to admit I wouldn't mind exploring some other opportunities if they become available," I said. Gloria put her hand on my thigh and cleared her throat.

"Daddy," she said, "Brad's got something to tell you." I heard footsteps on the stairs as someone came down.

"I thought we were going to do that later," I said to Gloria, just before Michael walked into the room.

"Mikey!" beamed Gloria as she stood to greet her brother. He smirked as she hugged him, squeezing her boobs tightly against his chest and kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi sis," he said with a smile as she released him. He glanced down at my crotch and back at me again, nodded, and said "Hi Brad" and sat down on the empty chair. Gloria and I sat back down on the sofa. I hoped that Michael's presence would delay the conversation we were about to have, but Mandy had other ideas.

"Brad was about to tell us some news," she announced.

"Oh great," said Michael, and I couldn't quite tell whether or not he was being sarcastic.

"We're all ears, Brad," smiled Peter, in what I imagine he thought was an encouraging way.

"Well, I haven't really thought about how to go about saying this," I started, butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my mind reeling with possible ways to phrase what I needed to say, not sure how much detail to give about how Gloria revealed it to me. "Last night, Gloria... well, she... she showed me some stuff, and told me about some stuff..." I said. Peter was clearly revelling in my discomfort, unable to hide the smirk on his face. Fortunately I was saved by more noise on the stairs as Becky came down to join us.

"Gloria, Brad!" she almost squealed as she bounced into the room. We both stood to hug her and she sat down on the other sofa next to Mandy. She looked around, noticing the slightly awkward atmosphere. "What's going on?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Brad was just telling us something our sister shared with him last night," answered Michael with a wink.

"Oh!" exclaimed Becky, putting a hand to her mouth and looking excited. "I wonder what it was," she almost giggled.

"I think he's about to tell us," said Michael, looking back at me. "Come on, Brad, don't keep us in suspense. We all want to hear what you have to say, don't we, Mum?"

"Yes, but give the poor man a chance to speak in his own time, Michael," replied Mandy kindly.

"Yes, take your time, Brad, this sounds important," agreed Peter.

I took a deep breath, still not exactly sure what to say.

"Last night Gloria showed me a video she had been making, that I think you all know about and helped her to make," I said, hoping that would be enough to tell them I knew and we could stop beating around the bush. But Michael was enjoying this too much.

"Oh, what video?" he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, glancing at Gloria and winking at her.

"It wasn't just the video, was it, babe?" said Gloria. "You... experienced some other things too."

"This all sounds very intriguing," remarked Peter. "Tell us all about it, Brad." They clearly weren't going to let me off the hook too easily.

"Ok, well... Gloria had a couple of friends to help her... show me... the thing she wanted to show me..." I offered hesitantly. Michael burst out laughing, Becky giggled, and Peter and Mandy both had wry smiles on their faces.

"And what did these friends show you?" probed Michael. I blushed and looked down, feeling embarrassed and frustrated.

"They, er... Gloria showed me... she told me that..." I stopped.

"It's ok, Brad, you can say it," said Peter encouragingly. "We all want to hear you say it."

"She's not really a secretary," I said, finding pretty much the only thing I could say before things got sordid. I kept my eyes on Peter, ignoring the others who were sniggering and fidgeting, knowing that a glance at Michael would break me again. Peter smiled at me encouragingly, this time choosing to help me out a bit.

"No, she isn't, is she?" he said, gently. "What is she, Brad?"

"She... works for your business," I said, still resisting saying the words that were on the tip of my tongue. Michael snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, and I continued focusing on Peter.

"Michael," said Mandy in a sort of stern, motherly voice, warning her son to behave.

"And what business is that, Brad?" asked Peter, gently.

"It's ok, baby, you can say it," encouraged Gloria, next to me.

"Tell us about these friends of hers you met last night," suggested Michael, receiving a serious-looking glance from Peter.

"They were... clients of hers," I answered. "They... showed me what she does. Some of it. They secured me to a chair and made me watch, right there in our bedroom."

"And what does she do, Brad?" asked Peter again.

"She... has sex... for money," I said, looking down. The room was silent. I kept looking at my knees, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. But nobody said anything, and I eventually looked back at Peter, who was still looking at me. His expression was serious but there was a tell-tale smile forming at the edges of his mouth.

"And what does that make her?" he asked. "What is your wife?"

"She's... a prostitute," I answered, and Peter smiled. I heard Becky giggle and whisper something, but I kept looking at her father. He leaned forward, looking at me sternly, albeit with a slight smirk too.

"She's not just a prostitute, Brad. My daughter is an insatiable slut who craves cock night and day. Your wife fucks hundreds of men every week, thousands of men every year, Brad. She bounces on their cocks while they slobber on her big tits. She lets them stuff her arse with their big dicks and she loves it. She breathes their farts, she eats their shit, she gives then whatever they want, and she loves it all. But do you know whose cock she craves above all others, Brad? Whose cock does she yearn for above them all? Why don't you ask her?"

I sensed this is Peter's way of trying to reassure me that Gloria still loves me more than anyone else. He wanted me to ask her the question, and she would tell me it was my cock, and we would kiss and show everyone we still love each other. So I turned to my wife, a smile on my face.

"Gloria, whose cock do you love the most?" I asked. She smiled, a girly childlike sparkle in her eyes that I wasn't sure I had seen before.

"Yours, Daddy!" she said with glee, springing up off the sofa and throwing herself at her father, straddling him on his chair and grinding against him. "Your cock is the best of all!" He put his hands straight onto her butt and they kissed, both of them moaning with pleasure as they made out.

"Haha, get a load of that, loser!" grinned Michael as he saw the look on my face.

"Oh, don't look sad," said Becky, standing and springing quickly over to me. She straddled my lap, just as my wife was straddling their father's. "I still want to fuck you," she said, and leaned in for a kiss, pushing her tits against my chest. Her kiss was different from Gloria's, her mouth a little smaller. Her tongue seemed firmer but the kiss itself was softer, sweeter somehow.

Mandy stood up and cleared her throat. "There'll be plenty of time for that later," she said. "Let's have some lunch first."