Make him your greatest supporter and minion.

You fretted and nervously glance at your parents as dozens of different phrasing and wording for you idea flitter through your mind. A certain theme sticks in your mind, your father congratulating you even happy for you when you tell him what you've done with your mother and sisters.

A father proud of his motherfucker of a son, going even so far as to help set up encounters, situation and dates between his own wife and daughter or even random women and his son.

But, he wouldn't be in on the conspiracy. No he'll run his own alongside the women, working his own angles to get you to engage in debauchery with your family and other women beyond that. Yes, he'd be your biggest ally, supporter and henchman.

There's a twisted excitement in the man of the house **** to be usurped by his own son, for you to covert all the women in his life and help you get into their pants.

‘Aden Hartvey has for the last few years wrestled with his deepest and most secret sexual fantasy being his wife, his daughter and all attractive women that catches his eye having sex with me, even preferring it to his own physical satisfaction. He's mustered up the courage today to pitch it to me about making it a reality with his full support as an accomplice and lackey willing to do anything to achieve that goal.'

There was a sweetness to making it their own idea, that they motivate themselves into it.

You'd barely finished when your father's strong hand clamped down on your shoulder. Jerking and looking up you saw your father looking away conflicted.

"Oh, hey dad. What is it?" You ask him, your mother looking on curiously.

Chewing his inner cheek he didn't say anything for a moment. "Son... There's something I've wanted to talk to you about." He said unsure of himself, eyes going between you and your mother and let out a breath. "Just as father and son." He says with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder and a shrug to wave your mother's concerned look away.

"Sure dad, where do you wanna go?" You say feigning ignorance.

"The backyard." He tells you and you stand taking the notebook with you as your dad leads you into the backyard to sit privately at the table outside.

The cool morning breeze with the morning mildew on the lawn sets the scene of your father impending confession as he's struggling to speak opening his mouth to begin only to shake his head as he returns to a thoughtful look trying to puzzle them out in a coherence sentence.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" You innocently ask lacing your hands together you watch with building tension as he repeated the action a few more times.

Taking a deep breath your father shores himself up. "Well, you're at that age where you notice things." He said uncomfortably tugging at his collar.

You guffaw and snort at the eerily same start he'd used for another 'important' talk. "Oh god dad, we've had the talk about the birds and bees!" You cry out laughing.

The humor is infectious as your father chuckles with you, along with the release your father loosens up more at ease.

Leaning on the arm of his chair he looks at you with a good natured look. "No, no, that's not it. It's more general about... Your mother, sisters and women." He grunt and wets his lips as if parched. "Son, how would you describe your mother?"

Playing into your role you started easy. "Uh, well mom's fit, amazing and-"

"Down right fuckable! She's so hot you'd pound her ass until your hips gave out." Your father pointedly cuts in.

Holy shit, he's going right for it!

Your almost taken aback and quickly hide your smile behind a hand as you wipe it off to act abash at his brazen words. "I-I can't I say wouldn't describe her like that." You reply with nerves from excitement rather than fear.

"Damn right!" Your father says with pride pounding a fist on the arm of his chair and leaned back in his chair. "I've always been stunned she chose me over everyone else, she could have had any man with her looks. But she chose me and we had you and your sisters. Which beings me back to you." He pointed to you with great purpose.

Trying your hardest not to grin as you nudged him further morbidly curious as to the logic the notebook and your father has created to justify the insane change you made.

"What comes back to me?"

He has a paternal look as he looks you in the eye. "Like any father, I want you to succeed. I want grow old knowing you've done something great in your life. And most of all, I want you to give me grand kids, lots of grand kids."

"Of course dad, I'll get hitch-" "No." He cuts you off as the admission you've been waiting for comes.

"I don't think you understand what I'm talking about. By a lot I don't mean four or five. I'm talking dozens, and you're not going to get that many from one woman." Your father pushily states in growing excitement.

Looking as if you had an epiphany, in truth you were dying from the anticipation. "Dad are you saying?"

Nodding his head with such eagerness it's almost like he ducked, he has a massive grin. "Yes!" He triumphantly gritted out in victory. "Yes! Exactly that, I want you to sleep around! Don't be satisfied with one woman, go for them all!" He quietly exclaimed his whole body filled with energy and almost leaping from his seat in excitement.

Drawing in closer he's almost beaming with glee. "And I think you can start close at home." He whispered in hushed excitement looking to the kitchen where you could see your two younger sister and mother inside. Looking back at your father he was vigorously nodding in approval.

"Whatdda say? I'll have your back to the hilt, if I can help I'll try my best and I'll damn well do anything you need me to." Your father spilled out in rapid-fire pleading leaving him breathing heavily from excitement in his suspense awaiting your answer.

The man who'd raised you and taught you so much about life was hanging onto your every motion seemingly praying you accept that he desperately wanted help you fuck as many women as possible no matter what taboos you crossed. In fact he was chopping at the bit for you fuck your mom, your sisters and any woman you could get your hands on.

"Hell yeah dad! I won't disappoint you!" You agree with exuberance, causing your father to pump his fists in the air with a relieved gasp for air at the breath he'd been holding at your acceptance.

"That's my damn boy, knock'em up tiger!" He lightly punches you in the arm in total elation as he sags into his chair. "Hey, I'll drop you and your sisters off today before I go to work. And... if you have any ideas let me know." Your father proudly says patting you on the shoulder as he walks into the house flushed with victory.

Leaving you with the notebook in the backyard feeling like god looking forward to the rest of the day.