“Who was doing what to who?” I asked.“Well, Peter was shoving his cock in and out of his mother while his father was shoving his cock in and out... of Peter.”Now my cock was really interested in the story. I had never thought about my son as a sexual object but right now, I was looking at him differently. Here was a young boy of 14 telling his father about his friend’s family sexual habits and it was getting my mind thinking about it.Finally, after swallowing a little, I asked for more. THEN it hit her that they had done it right there, in the room, WHILE she was painting them."It's a damn good thing I put you on the pill young lady!" she said in the voice they both recognized as her "I'm so mad right now that I'm going to speak in a monotone so I won't scream" voice.Megan, being the youngest person in the room, and the least experienced with situations such as this, took the tack that lots of kids try. "I'm sorry Mommy."Oddly, or perhaps NOT so oddly, that childish phrase. I had been sharing a house with two other guys, and I they both knew I would dress, but we didn’t speak of it, well until tonight. I was sitting around doing shots and watching tv with my two roomies, let’s call them Jon, and Barry. Jon was a small skinny Korean k**, who was very much influenced by Barry, the all American boy, tall, blonde athletic. Back to our story, the three of us started talking girls, and fucking, and moved onto ‘would you if you were d***k’ Barry started talking about. "As she began to talk to Reverend Davis, he stopped her and told me not to move an inch but to sit and learn. His stern focused look cowed me. Here again, I was mesmerized and stilled by his voice.My wife resumed her fondling and handling of his good size cock as she told him how she'd like to have him inside her. She was obviously in heat and was serious about what she was saying."Don't get upset Victor, this is for the good of your marriage." He said as he started removing her blouse and.