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I'm your average, middle-of-the-road, dime-a-dozen, guy next door.

I was 29 years old, 5' 10", 190-ish lbs., Average Build, Blue Eyes with Light Brown Hair.

Welcome to my world.

These are the chronicles of the sexiest day of my life. It was a Monday in October; bright & chilly in the Vancouver suburb of Surrey, B.C. I'd been out of work for a few days when I'd come home to change into something slightly warmer while pounding-the-pavement.

Dad's a Cruise Lines Representative at The Port of Vancouver, so he's characteristically downtown during typical nine-to-five business hours. Mom's a book-devouring writer. Dad's frequently described Mom as a somewhat toned-down ex-party chick.

Mom's a lady in her late 40's who walks everywhere unless she's hailed a cab in seriously crappy weather. Physically she’s more accurately described as 38 C, slightly pudgy - but - in all the right places.

She'd cover the Social Scene for the Vancouver Province, or even submit advice pieces to "Seventeen", "Young & Modern" magazine under a variety of pen-names, & even won the first prize in a contest to co-editor an edition of Dan Savage's "Savage Love" in the Georgia Straight.

Mom was never a fan of chocolate chip cookies & milk, Aunt Jemima, or any other laundry detergent commercial depictions of the ideal North American wives-&-mothers. She preferred that Dad handle the majority of the child-rearing where I was specifically concerned. She was unorthodox in the sense that she encouraged me to feel comfortable about having sex at home in my own bed in my own house. If I was short a few bucks before payday, she'd supply me with a box of condoms or drive a girlfriend & I to the doctor to be tested. Beer & weed was frequently, easily accessible via Mom & her hen party. Dad's poison of choice was usually just tobacco.

Mom had done her part for family (, such as looking after her elderly father until he'd passed away.) But, her siblings were hard-pressed to notice or appreciate the effort one damn bit until the funeral & Grandpa's stuff was being packed-up to be moved in with us, or donated to the Salvation Army.

Mom's sister Miranda (& her loathsome jerk of a soon-to-be brother-in-law) Patrick considered Mom a gold-digging whore & every other unoriginal epithet you'd ever heard on daytime television. Mom & Dad had both done their part for "home & hearth", but realized everyone needed a time & place to really be themselves & potentially make mistakes. They were both discreet but adventurous people. They adored/admired that "grounded" aspect of each other's personality, & I was clean, healthy, happy & safe.

Miranda & Patrick got pregnant long before their wedding despite their prior hypocritical bellowing about Mom's dates, falling away from God, & endangering the welfare of her (at the time,) minor son.

Mom & Dad were in an "open relationship" which meant they occasionally played with other people. Being their kid, I thought I honestly needn't know more. I told a few girls I'd become romantically interested in. Thinking that if I'd brought them home - sooner or later - the girls I dated would inevitably catch a whiff of my parents' dalliances.

But, at that specific phase of things, "too much information" just got me nowhere fast. Mostly, the situations we’d wound up dealing with resulted invariably with Mom’s dour-faced explanation that "the lifestyle" wasn't for everyone.

It was no secret that I was a "surprise" to the both of them. The pair married shortly after a whirlwind romance on a very badly-needed vacation spurred by a fluke introduction. Supposedly, I was conceived as a result of a fling-gone-awry. But twenty-nine years later...here we all are.

Mom & Dad successfully managed to get out from under the costs of Grandpa's final expenses; but only after successfully writing a collection of home-made fold-over novellas of erotica (in addition to Dad's rare performance bonuses.) They'd auction off the booklets via e-bay. I'd read quite a few in their work-in-progress stages.

Mom came & sat next to me, looking somewhat frazzled. This was from the kind of woman who bared everything on a logging road to support an environmentalist girlfriend who didn't want to be out on Vancouver's E.R.T. Road by herself. This had to be something ~huge~.

"You know that your Father & I enjoy the company of other happily married people..."

I just perked & furled a singular eyebrow, in (Star Trek's) Mr. Spock-like trademark "fascinating" expression & tilted my forehead toward her in acknowledgement.

"What are your feelings about another baby in the house, before I get my tubes tied?"

"I think that's great!"

"Well, Jason, settle down...you haven't heard everything yet...I don't know how to say this. Your Father & I have discussed certain - fetishes - in bed that we're not entirely sure... those who aren't in the lifestyle would be okay with. One of them... is having a baby...together."

I continued to be somewhat befuddled, as she continued, "Your father likes to watch & I like to be watched. And we've discussed having another baby that way. But, I don't want to be impregnated by just anyone. You see what I mean? There's the risk of A.I.D.S. with an undocumented partner...we ultimately want a baby that would be born with attributes like your father, of course. We've already dealt with the dregs of the internet..."

“Go on. I'm still following…."

"We've talked about having a baby with.... you, Jason."

"(Stammering and blushing.) Yeah. Yeah! Great!"

"There's more..."

(Thinking to myself,) "I bet."

Mom put her hand on my leg.

"If you're at all uncomfortable with this..."

She opened her gauzy snap-front blouse & unlatched one of the drop-cups, ever-so-carefully removed the bulky sphere from over her nipple. As she set it down on the living room coffee-table, a bit of off-white runny liquid pooled underneath it & ran toward the edge of the coffee-table. Her breast was more transparent & plumper than usual. After all, I'd been in the same house with her for fifteen years & caught glimpses of her walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

"I'm assuming this means you're alright with this. I miss being needed as badly as you used to need me. Just so you know, I've stopped using The Shot three and a half months ago."

"Why not let Dad deliver the goods... & ~I~ watch,... or something?"

She shushed me.

She patted her lap & maneuvered me into position, the crook of her elbow cradling my head into her leaking, spotty, dripping areola...her other hand cupping the underside, her thumb wringing the bulk of her mammary gland until it dripped & then jets sprayed my tongue until instinct took over & I latched-on.

I grasped her breast with one hand & greedily pursed set of deprived lips; while masturbating & guiding mom's fingers around my purple knob with the other. I began wringing the milk out according to mom's instructions and aural motivation. She'd establish a rhythm by gently tapping my chin to snap me out of my horny euphoria, if I sucked too hard or tapped my hand if I "milked too hard" as I swallowed hard to keep up.

Mom's hand would alternate between adjusting my hand & mouth's ministrations, & shoving its way down her panties. Panting, moaning...before too long, an all too familiar scent filled my nostrils.

A noise caused me to look around & saw Dad watching us messing around. He & I made eye contact. His pupils were wildly dilated but glazed over somewhat. He stood there with a six inch long hard-on, with fat, shaved Casper-white nuts & tan lines...cum already discharged all over his hand & going for round two.

Mom chastised Dad & He relented. He wandered back to the bathroom to finish what he was doing. There would be no threesomes tonight. His absence allowed Mom + I to comfortably resume things at our own pace. She & I got into infrequent breast-feeding sessions when she wasn’t demonstrating to me how to properly sterilize a baby bottle in a pot of water on the stove or how to properly warm one in the microwave, among other things.
She’d let me pursue sex & the fantasy of extra-marital seduction resulting in pregnancy based entirely on my work schedule & however I felt by Friday evening, rather than insisting on a specific deadline. She’s let me masturbate her, rub against her from behind, cop feels of her breasts & even tease her about watching her being shot full by other guys besides me after this child was born. Dad got jealous a few times & Mom would cool things off with me to take time to retrieve their marriage from estrangement. I always thought this was an odd way for Dad to be, especially for a guy that popped the question to a former “1-900” hostess.
I’d been told to feel free to date outside “the arrangement”, too. Mom & Dad’s past swinger acquaintances would offer to hook me up with their daughters in order to keep my more-abnormally-quiet-than-usual kind of indifference from eventually exposing things going on at home.
Dad & Mom would resume dating for a while like they were seventeen years old and engaged again. Things cooled between Mom & I. As soon as things returned to (what passed for normal in our house again,) Dad would relax enough to sit down with me after dinner in the living room & allow me to continue pursuing Mom after I assured him that I wasn’t trying to kick him out. Most of the dates with Linda (Mom now prefers that I address her this way,) would consist of flowers, flattery, massages & lots of eating/fingering pussy. I never imagined how much I’d enjoy Dad’s messes in Mom’s pussy & how much Mom could squirt when she came especially hard from letting Dad go bare in her & then offering me “seconds”.
I successfully impregnated Mom/Linda on the second date. She’d been warm, receptive to suggestion, & incredibly horny as hell all day. Mom & Dad had agreed to abstain from each other after the second-to-last week in the month of November 2005 bordering on her “Fertile/Unsafe Time” so she could be sure who the father was. Dad had been tormenting her. She told me he’d been whispering ideas in her ear since breakfast.
He’d wanted to install a “pinhole” cam or two in the chest of drawers, strategically angle their mirrored closet doors, & place hidden (wireless) microphones in the overhead light-bulb shade & even edit in a segment with a pregnancy test. Mom/Linda was thinking more in terms of harlequin-romance style stories about a reticent virgin couple, offering themselves to each other for the very first time on their wedding night without contraception or concerns about anybody’s approval. Other fantasies Linda/Mom told me about concerned being pinned to a tree in the forest & overwhelmed; or, taken hard in the shower with her back to the wall & her legs around my waist. Other wishes on her list included being taken passionately on a checkered blanket after wine & a romantic mountain picnic.
The last sexual fantasy she told me about was about going to a ranch on vacation together. We’d hire a guide to show her the local area on horseback before returning to me…disheveled but filled with the strangers’ copious seed.
Dad got his wish & Mom got (most) of Hers’, too. However, Linda was really upset that Dad shared the DVD he burned on our Mac (, the night she missed her period for the ninth day in a row & took the pregnancy test,) with a producer who wanted Mom to start a Breeding Fetish website. A project that was later taken-on by Jenny Seemore of ComeDepot.Com. In the meantime, my son & daughter {Lauren & Jacob} are healthy, happy & intelligent eighteen month old (at this point, virtually-identical) twins who are looking forward to the birth of their baby sister. Mom’s resumed her old job having phone sex for money but this time her orgasms are real. Dad & I take turns bringing her off with our mouths & fingers right on cue!