Tim wants to get his parents involved

When Tim’s father came home for one of his monthly long weekends, my best friend Tim was determined to find out whether my mom and I had been right about them. Whether it was true that the reason his parents were so lax about keeping their porn—and even their fucking—hidden from him, was because they had actually been hoping all along that he would join them.

And so it was that Saturday morning, the day after Tim’s dad came home, Tim came bursting into my parents’ bedroom with a huge grin on his face, practically giddy with delight.

Mom was busy sucking two when Tim burst into the room: my dad’s and my own. We’d all just got out of the shower and still had slightly damp hair, having interrupted our morning threesome a few minutes ago to shower off the accumulated cum and sweat from last night and earlier that morning. Now that we were clean and fresh again, we were all too eager to resume fucking to wait until we’d fully dried off, and we’d left our towels behind on the bedroom floor.

Neither my dad nor I was completely hard yet, so we weren’t too miffed by Tim’s sudden interruption. We all sat back against the pillows at the head of the unmade bed, and invited Tim to climb up there with us and tell us what was going on, putting the sex on hold temporarily.

Tim practically leapt onto the bed in his excitement, then began to tell us his story in a breathless torrent. The night before, he related, after dinner and a very ordinary evening of television, his parents had gone to bed early—which was typical of his dad’s first night back from the road. A few minutes later Tim had heard the sounds of them fucking—also typical of their early night in—and as usual, he had walked down to their bedroom to find the door wide open.

Before last night, Tim explained, he would have merely watched them from the doorway for a few minutes, until he got so turned on that he would have to run back to his bedroom and jerk off. Last night had been different, however. Emboldened by his weeks of nonstop sex with our newly incestuous family, and excited by our theory that his parents had been dropping hints that they wanted him to open up to them sexually, Tim decided to act.

My friend explained that he’d quickly and quietly taken all his clothes off, then walked right into his parents’ bedroom, and stood beside their bed where his dad was thrusting into his mom, and began to jerk off right beside them as he watched, making no effort at all to hide his presence or what he was doing.

Tim told us that he’d never been more nervous in his entire life, and half-expected his parents to freak out and either beat him to **** or run screaming from the house. Instead, it turned out that my mom and I had been right about them after all. They were delighted to see him, and they’d immediately invited him to join them in the bed.

Tim told us that he had then spent the next hour fucking his mom while his dad watched from the edge of the bed, jerking off. Only towards the end did his dad crawl back over and let his wife suck his dick, so that Tim and his dad both came at the same time, filling up his mom at both ends. Afterwards Tim’s dad had licked his son’s cum out of Tim’s mom, and Tim told us that they’d both seemed a little nervous about what his reaction to that might be, and were both obviously very relieved that he didn’t freak out about it.

All in all, it had been a relatively tame threesome compared to everything that Tim and my own family had been getting up to over the past few weeks. On the other hand, Tim reported that the experience of having sex with his own parents, rather than merely experiencing the taboo of **** vicariously through us, had made it every bit as exciting for him emotionally, even if it hadn’t been quite as adventurous sexually.

Tim told us that afterwards, his parents had explained a lot to him: they both enjoyed having younger men with big dicks fuck his mom while his dad watched. In fact all these years the “date night” they went on every Saturday night when Tim’s dad was home was actually spent going to a bar or club to pick somebody up who fit that description, and then to a motel room to act out their fetish.

Tim also told us that his mom had confessed that a few years ago, his mom had noticed him coming out of the shower with his towel tied a bit too loosely, and she’d seen that Tim had a very big dick. After she’d told his dad about it, they’d both begun having fantasies about Tim being the guy playing the role of the young, well-hung stud in their usual sex game. That had been when they’d started leaving porn that featured younger guys with older women out for him to find, especially if they featured a second ‘cuckold’ guy who watched. When that apparently hadn’t worked as intended, they’d started fucking with the door open, hoping Tim would take the hint and ask to join in. When he finally did last night, it had been their dream come true, just as my mom and I had predicted.

After hearing his story my family and I all asked Tim: if that was all true, then why on earth he was over here at our house, instead of home having hot threesomes with his parents, just as they’d all always wanted?

Tim’s face fell, and he explained dejectedly that although they wouldn’t say anything, his parents had both seemed a little nervous around him this morning—freaked out, even. Tim realized that finally going through with their fantasy had been a dream come true, yes, but after sleeping on it, they were both starting to wonder if fucking their own son had been the right thing to do. Now that the lust had worn off and the thrill of breaking the taboo of **** had faded, they were getting cold feet. He’d come to us in the hopes that—as seasoned family-fuckers, so to speak—we’d be able to convince his folks to put aside their worries and embrace their fetish.

Unfortunately, I could see that Tim’s words were having the exact opposite of their intended effect: my own mom and dad were actually starting to look a little guilty. I immediately put one arm around my mom and started to fondle one of her big boobs, and put my other hand in my dad’s lap to stroke his cock. “None of that guilty thinking out of you two!” I insisted. “We’re supposed to be helping Tim’s folks get over their hang-ups, not let them spread it to you guys!”

Tim quickly saw the peril he’d unintentionally caused, and promptly joined me in helping to head off any spreading of **** in the older generation. Still fully dressed, until the rest of us, he lay down on his stomach between my dad’s legs and took over the handjob I was giving him, then immediately pulled my dad’s cock into his mouth, turning it into a full-fledged blowjob. That left me free to focus more intently on Mom: I turned towards her and took her face in both my hands to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Soon enough I’d pulled her into my lap and had her riding my hard cock.

I expected us all to eventually join together into a foursome, as usual, but that never happened. My mom and I just kept right on kissing passionately while we fucked, while Tim and my dad crawled into a sixty-nine position after Tim finally shed his clothes. Soon the bedroom was filled with Mom’s loud cries as she had her trademark series of intense multiple orgasms, until eventually I came into my mom just minutes before Tim and my dad came into each other’s mouths.

The hot sex thankfully got my mom and dad over their brief bout of parental guilt over their incestuous relationship with me. With all our heads in the game, the four of us settled down to begin planning. Eventually we all agreed on a course of action, and Mom called up Tim’s parents to invite them over to our place for a barbecue that night, insisting over their objection that they already had plans—after all, Mom knew from Tim what their Saturday night plans would be, and we had a much better evening in store for them. My mom explained that Tim was already over our place visiting, and she insisted that it had been much too long since the adults had seen each other despite the fact that Tim and I were best friends and had been practically inseparable for years.

We planned quite a surprise for Tim’s parents. My dad left a sign on our front door letting them know to come around to the back yard instead of knocking, since we’d all be out back barbecuing already by the time they arrived, and wouldn’t hear them at the door. When they did finally show up, what they found in our backyard rooted them to the spot in shock.