What is normal and moral seems to have gone out the window sometime ago, at least at my home. Who would have ever thought. Hell, not me, but they do say “The husband is the last to know.” In my mind everything was just fine at home. Mill, short for Mildred, my wife of twenty four years, has never shown any signs for being unhappy, or if she has I have just been to stupid to notice. At fifty and forty-seven we don’t make love like we did a few years ago. However, I love Mill and it is still a thrill to roll over and get between her legs. Most of the time she reaches a climax and judging from her response she seemed to have been fulfilled. Maybe I have been wrong, maybe she is one hell of a good actress. No I think I would have known if she was just putting me on. But it was evident that something was wrong and the more I sit here drinking and thinking about what I had seen the more I find it both discussing and very exciting. I must be as strange as them. Why else would I at age fifty be sitting here in Mac’s bar and grill drinking a beer with a raging hard on. I look into the mirror behind the bar and I see it. I close my eyes and I see it. I look at the bottom of the glass and I see it. It is all I can see. Today was a great day for me and I wanted to share my new promotion with my lovely wife and son. Remembering istanbul travesti that Mark would be home for lunch I took the rest of the day off and rushed home to tell my loving family (boy are they loving) the good news. Mark is going to college now, the college is just a few blocks from the only home he has ever known since his birth. I remember bring him and Mill home from the hospital nearly twenty years ago as if it were yesterday. My son has grown up so fast and my wife has always been very close to Mark, but I thought it was because he is an only child. How, however, I find they are very close, so close it fact that when I came home two hours ago. I found them so close Mark’s cock was rammed up to his balls in his mother’s cunt. They were on the floor in the den. Mill on all fours, her very large tits hanging down and bouncing to the rhythm of her son’s belly banging into her ass as his cock was driving into her wet hot cunt. I was stunned beyond belief. I could not speak, nor could I hardly move. I was shaking and my legs started to give out on me when I found the strength to get the hell out of there before I was discovered. So here I sit drinking and thinking, seeing that sight over and over wondering what I should do. The memory is so vivid that my own hips are istanbul travestileri jerking as I sit here. Not so any one would notice but I can feel my hips move as if it were I fucking Mill as I have so many times before. She loves it doggie style. She will reach back and rub her clitoris then yell when she reaches a climax. Oh, how well I know that sound and feeling. Mill has a tight cunt and when she cums it jerks even tighter around the cock that is fucking her. I see now that it is not always my cock that has been fucking her.I wonder how long this has been going on. As I turned to go I heard that sounds Mill makes just as she starts to climax. So I knew she was enjoying it. Damn, my cock is so hard it is throbbing. Why should I feel this way I will never know. Yet, here I am sitting drinking and wanting to go back and see it all over again. I must be as weird as they are. The thought of watching my son fuck his mother is driving me nuts. To see her jerk back into his driving cock as she does mine is making me so hot. I am livid, that they would so such a thing and yet I am so hot I want to see it again. I want to see it from the start. How does he start to turn his mother on. Do they kiss do the fondle each other, oh my I wonder if they share the love for oral sex as travesti Mill and I do. Do you think that Mill sucks her own son’s cock, does Mark lick his mother’s cunt. There are times that Mill even likes to open the closet door so she can watch herself sucking my cock in the full length mirror on the inside of the door. Of course I like to watch us sometimes also. I have found it exciting to see myself fucking my wife. I wonder if this means I am a voyeur. I wonder if Mark likes to see himself fucking his mother. How exciting that must be for the two of them. Incest is a long standing taboo of modern civilization. Yet not so many years ago, it was accepted in many cultures. I read once how in one of the Nomadic tribes the girl is brought to the father just before she is to wed so he can be the first to screw her and show her how it should be done. In another culture I read that even well into the marring age the mother would suck her son off so he would not have to masturbate if he was not married. Then of course there are some cultures that enjoy family sex through out their lives. Even after the child married the parents will join in sex with the new daughter or son. Well, I have hear that some like to keep it in the family. Up till today I thought that keeping it in the family means bad news or some shameful act by a family member. As I see it now I guess that is what this is a shameful act between family members. I think now I know what I will do and even how I will do it. I think it is time we three really become a family unit. A close knit family and as they say, one for all and all for one.