Date: Mon, 24 May 2021 15:49:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Matt Subject: Sunday Dinner pt 5 Hey everyone, I am sorry that I took so long to write this chapter of Sunday Dinner. Real life got in the way. I have enjoyed all the feedback, ideas, and pictures that you have been sending me. It's all been wonderful inspiration. It is amazing how many different ways this story could go. Please keep sending those emails to bossmatt1982@yahoo.com and if you are so inclined please support Nifty Stories so that these types of stories have an outlet. ***************************************************************************** I love Sundays. They're a relaxing day to get back into sync for the coming week. My husband often gets out of bed early to prepare the big morning breakfast of blueberry pancakes and by the time I hear the family streaming down the stairs after their showers I get up to take a nice hot shower, in the master bathroom which has its own water heater. I am no fool. I knew early on when we bought the house that we would need to have a separate water heater for us and let the children take lukewarm showers. We insist that the younger children get their showers first as they're the quickest. Josh at 13 barely gets his hair wet in order to get downstairs for his breakfast and JoAnna, who's bedroom is attached to the bathroom, gets in and out of the shower but spends forever in front of the mirror. That is until Steve installed a vanity in her room so she could get out of the bathroom so her fifteen year old brother, Jack who's bedroom is on the other side of the bathroom, could get in there. Then our seventeen-year-old son Jay would be last. He's typically the last awake anyways so the system works best for everyone. I love listening to them fighting, squabbling, and the rumblings of feet running this way and that above me. As they've gotten older Steve and I have debated installing a second shower on the main floor turning our half bath into a full bath and giving Jay his own ensuite but as they've gotten older and the need didn't seem so urgent we just never got around to adding them. With Jay heading off to college soon, and not sure where he'll head up, adding more bathrooms for less people doesn't seem as necessary as it once had. I awoke earlier than normal. The house was silent which gave me time to lay in bed and just enjoy the peace and quiet before the morning chaos of breakfast and church. I decided I would get up early and surprise Steve in the kitchen with a morning kiss and spend some quiet time with him to enjoy a cup of coffee as he gets the breakfast prepared. I can hear Steve moving about the kitchen. I softly open my door and walk quietly down the white carpeted hall. The morning is bliss as I feel the love of the house and its inhabitants surround and cocoon me. I wrap my terry cloth bathrobe around me and feel its warmth. My husband and I bought matching robes one year; mine is a bright pink and his green. I was just about to step into the kitchen from the hallway which is partially hidden behind the stairway when I heard an animalistic grunting that my husband makes during sex, a grunt that typically turns me on by appealing to the reptilian part of my brain. Now it confuses me. I linger in the doorway mostly hidden as I watch my husband of twenty years wearing his green terry cloth robe open in the front, as he fucks, as I can think of no other word but fuck, our fourteen-year-old daughter atop the dining room table; her little girl, pink, frilly panties on a dining room chair, her nightshirt pushed up over her breasts, held in place by my husband's left hand as he firmly holds her breast with her nipple peeking out through his fingers. I am both turned on and furious. My emotions are tossy turvy as I don't know what to think, what to do, how to act, and instead of anything, I stand there watching two of the people I love the most, fucking. I have seen Steve's rapturous face many times to know that he is truly in heaven as he slips his cock in and out of our daughter's pussy, a vagina that I have wiped hundreds, if not thousands, of times when she was a baby and then seen again as she got her first period and I helped teach her how to insert a tampon and how to clean herself properly to avoid diseases and infections. Now she was taking my husband's hard cock in that same vagina that he too cleaned and washed when she was a baby. I fell back against the wall. Aghast at what I was witnessing. Unable to take it in. Just watching. I couldn't help but stare at them and think of our twenty years together of what I thought was blissful cohabitation and love and sync that with what I was seeing happen on our dining room table. When I first met Steve, he was classically handsome with dark eyes, hair, and skin. I often state this around the kids as I marvel at his masculine beauty. His chin seemed chiseled from marble. The laugh lines and crow's feet only added to his appeal. The light grey starting to pepper his hair made him seem distinguished. His body was something I have always lusted after. He goes to the gym everyday after he finishes his classes and before coming home. He is covered in dark hairs; arms, legs, and chest that tapers down to his crotch; a treasure trail indeed. His hard six inches with his dark sensitive cock head drives me crazy when he fucks me. Now I look at my daughter differently. JoAnne was becoming a very beautiful woman. At fourteen she had basically finished growing. Her breasts were taut and pert. The bright pink nipples were enticing as well. Her pubic hairs were well trimmed and neat. I wonder if Steve ever ate her pussy as he does mine. She is beautiful and a part of me grows envious. I watch her face, her eyes on Steve's face, his on hers. He begins to speed up a little as time grows closer to the boys waking. Steve begins thrusting faster and harder, JoAnne pinching her eyes closed from both pleasure and pain. I can hear his balls slapping against her now. The sounds of his balls, his ape-like grunting, and her small chirps of pleasure begin to drive me mad. Not sure how much longer I stand there and watch and yet I feel I must wait for them to climax. To see it finished and yet, how can I continue standing here. I can feel my face growing hot. I know too much longer and I will explode in absolute fury. Yet I can not move. I can not look away. I wish Steve would have dropped the bathrobe so that I can see more. So that I can see his ass, so that I can watch it clench and unclench as he thrusts in and out yet I am glad that it is there. It doesn't cover much as he has it slightly tucked behind him giving me the view I have and yet and yet. I want more yet I want less. I want yesterday when I was unaware of this. Unaware that my husband and my daughter were screwing. How long has this been going on? How long have they been intimate? Is Steve a pedophile? Has he been molesting her for years? Has he been molesting our boys? What about our children's friends? Is that why he never liked sleep overs? So that he wouldn't be tempted? The grunts were coming more quickly now and I knew if I didn't leave now that I would watch Steve cum. That I would see JoAnne climax from her father's fucking. I wanted to slip out of the room. I wanted to go back to bed and pretend this was all a dream and yet I couldn't. I could not walk away. I had to watch them finish. Watch them pretend that nothing happened when the boys came down for breakfast. Watch them pretend that they hadn't engaged in an incestual relationship when I would normally come out and enjoy Steve's blueberry pancakes. They would pretend all day while in church, on the car rides, all day, all week, all month, infinitum. Then it happened. Steve grunted, pushed himself as far as he could get inside JoAnne, his ass would be as clenched as he could as he came. His face is pinched as he unloaded himself inside her. JoAnne clenched as well, her stomach muscles tight as she curled into him, his knuckles white as he gripped the table as he pushed a few more times into her. I slipped a little more out of view. Now that they weren't so occupied I worried they would see me. I had nothing to worry about though. I watched as Steve pulled himself out and peeled the condom off. I gave an involuntary sigh of relief. JoAnne sat up on the edge of the table and slipped her panties back on and pulled her shirt back down. They were breathing heavily. A good morning exercise. She knelt on the floor in front of him and began licking the cum off his cock. I loved that about Steve, that he was able to stay hard for a long time after he came. Sometimes it could take me a while to get off but he just stayed hard so that I could get off. He leaned against the island as she slurped off the cum and swallowed it. After a few moments, he pulled her up and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, and whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle. He pulled up his underwear, re-tied his robe, and buried the condom in the trash can. "Better hurry upstairs. Your brothers will be up soon." I disappeared down the hallway and back to the bedroom as I heard JoAnne quickly and quietly walk up the stairs. I closed the bedroom door just as quietly and leaned against the door. I thought of revenge. I thought of divorce. I thought of calling the police. I thought of many things. I knew that whatever I did now would and could damage the family, hurt everyone, ruin the way things have been. I knew I couldn't act rashly and I needed to think this through. After a few minutes I went back into the kitchen where Steve was now gracefully making a large plate of pancakes. I heard the shower running upstairs knowing Josh would be down in a moment while JoAnne would take his place where she would wash out her pussy where she had just been filled with her father's cock. Steve looked up at me and smiled. Even after twenty years his smile still melts my heart. "I'm not feeling too well. Do you think you could handle the kids today?" Terrible use of wording as he just "handled" JoAnne a few minutes ago. "Sure honey," he came to give me a hug but I escaped to the bedroom before he could. I undressed and laid back in bed. I knew sleep would never come now but I just needed to survive this morning. Have the house to myself so that I could think. Think about what I wanted to do, think about what needed to be done, think. Think about everything in my life and examine it to see if what I thought was true was or if it all had been a horrible lie. A half hour later, with the kids scarfing down pancakes and eggs, I heard Steve climb into the shower where he would be undoubtedly cleaning off his sweating body. I could imagine him cleaning his cock, thinking about his daughter's tight pussy, her sweet face as she looked up at him as she cleaned the cum off his cock with her tongue, the feel of her young body wrapped around him. I must have dozed as I was awakened by a knock on the door and Steve poking his head in. "We're heading out. Feel better." "Thanks, I'll see you this afternoon." We both said "I love you," and he was gone. I lay in bed for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. I climbed out of bed. Feeling odd and sad that it was so rare for me to be home, completely alone. I wandered into the kitchen and stood where I had that morning staring at the serene dining room and kitchen where we had spent countless mornings enjoying family life. A place where Steve and I had watched our children grow up and turn into handsome sons and beautiful daughters. I slumped into one of the dining room chairs. When had he stopped admiring and began fucking JoAnne? I knew this was going to torture me. I knew I had to ask the questions. I just didn't want to know. I just wanted to go back to the way life had been. Sundays were a day for family solitude. No friends were allowed over. Homework and housework was done quietly and alone. It was also the day that Steve and I would get together in the evening after the kids had gone to bed when we would talk about that week's list of activities to be accomplished. We would have to talk then. The rest of the day felt like a blur. They came home, changed out of their church clothes and into their everyday clothes, they worked on homework and housework, Jay and Jack disappeared outside to play basketball, Josh and JoAnne went up to their rooms, and then we all reconvened at dinner. We all discussed the previous week and what was coming for the upcoming week, and then the kids went back to their free time before heading to bed at 9:30. Steve was sitting on the couch when I came in with a glass of wine for the two of us. Our weekly indulgence. Perhaps, I thought this was it. Why he felt he needed to cheat. Our lives had grown stagnant and boring. Where I saw the weekly schedules as comforting he saw them as stifling. I shook my head and told myself that we would need to talk. I couldn't assume to know or guess what he was thinking or how he felt. Afterall, how could I guess when I hadn't guessed he would have sex with our daughter. "Is everything okay?" Steve asked. "You've been distant all day. Still not feeling well? Should you cancel your classes tomorrow?" "We do need to talk but can we get through the week schedule first?" "Sure," he answered a little weakly. For the next hour we discussed the kid's schedules, who would pick up whom, where each kid needed to be, what our own schedules looked like, and what support we needed from each other. "Are you happy," I asked. "Of course I am! I love you, the kids, my job, everything!" He almost beamed with happiness. "Are you not happy?" "I only ask because, well, this is really hard to say," I quivered a little. Emotion catching in my throat. "Honey, whatever you need, we can work on it, together." "I saw you with JoAnne this morning." I stared at him. Looked him in the eye when I said it. Daring him to deny it or tell me I imagined it. Begging him to say that I was hallucinating. Perhaps I was, perhaps I really had been ill. Perhaps it had all been in my head. "Oh," Steve said and looked away. "Damn," I said. He looked back at me. "What?" He asked. "I was hoping you would tell me I didn't see what I saw. That I imagined it. I was hoping something other than `oh.'" "Sorry. You want me to lie now and say it didn't happen?" He almost smirked, almost joked about it, but not quite. "No. Thank you for not lying." "I wouldn't. Not to you." "Why... How... When..." I stammered. He admitted everything; how when she was twelve she had walked in on him jerking off, how it had evolved into an explanation of sex and the sexual organs, her interest in touching it, sucking it, and then a couple weeks ago she was full of righteous anger about something and felt rejected. She was really down about something and Steve explained he felt that if he rejected her it would only prove catastrophic to her burgeoning ego and sense of self. I remembered that day when he stayed home with ehr when she was "sick." He explained everything to me. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be upset. I know that he should have never gone that far, never let her see it again after she saw it while he was jerking off, he should definitely never have let her suck on him or have sex with her but I also understood that the situation developed over a couple years and hadn't just happened. That he hadn't been grooming her or encouraging her throughout. That this unfortunate situation just happened. "What are we going to do now?" I asked. "I don't know." "Are you going to keep having sex with her?" "I should tell you that yes, that I will stop but I can't promise that. This is really hard. I know it's morally and ethically wrong according to society but when she and I are together it just feels right. It feels good." "But can't that just be your lust speaking? Sex of course feels good, and I saw her. I saw how you must have looked on her. She's young and beautiful and her body is very tempting. To say that it felt good could just be your hormones trying to justify it." "Possibly. We gave Jay condoms on his sixteenth birthday. We leave condoms in discreet places for the boys to find and use so that when they become sexually active that they won't be without them. How can we limit JoAnne her knowledge of sex when we fill the boys' heads with all the knowledge they'll need." "To have sex with other people their own age and not within the family." "I guess. Maybe you're right that I need to stop. That I need to tell JoAnne that what we're doing isn't healthy." "I wouldn't go that far to say it isn't healthy. Children and teens experiment with each other, with adults, with people they trust and with those who abuse them. Looking at it that way, is teaching her sex, helping her explore her sexuality, not another way to help her in a healthy and intellectual way? It's like letting one's children have a drink at dinner so they don't turn twenty-one and become heavy drinkers and not know their limits which could lead to drinking and driving. Or allowing children to have pot so they know what effects it has on them." "What are you trying to say, Steph? You want me to continue having sex with JoAnne?" "I want the three of us to sit down and discuss it. Like adults. I don't want the two of you to be having sex behind anyone's backs because then it'll feel like it's dirty and wrong and that might give her the wrong idea." "How do we do this?" "I don't know yet because just because you're having sex with her with my knowledge I wouldn't want the boys to accidently walk in on the two of you either." "You want us to tell the boys?" "I don't know." "I guess if we're opening this can of worms. It sounds like you may be interested in having sex with JoAnne too?" "I must admit that when I saw her on the table, while you were having sex that a small apart of me wanted to know what it would be like to be with her. Or even the boys, in that way." "Oh. We really are going to have to discuss this further and about how each of us feels about what the other will feel comfortable." "Are you saying you don't feel comfortable with me being with one of the boys?" I asked, a little insulted that he could sleep with JoAnne for weeks and have her giving him blow jobs for over a year but I can't introduce the boys into sexual relations. The hypocrisy! "No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I just think we need to really think this through and consider what it means for our family to be more intimate with each other. Especially now that all the kids are teenagers, and that Jay is almost out of the home. He may feel disgusted by this as he is the oldest and more likely not to be accepting of it." "I agree. Although all this talk about sex, has made me a little wet," I said as I dipped my fingers into my pants. "Really," he said leaning into me, "perhaps I should explore." He lifted me onto his lap as we began kissing and making out. Our shirts came off quickly, his mouth finding my breasts, and latching onto my nipple. I gasped loudly as he suckled and ran his hand down into my unbuttoned pants, sliding a finger inside of me. Rubbing his finger along my clit was making me gyrate back and forth over his hard cock. Finally I jumped off him, and pulled his pants all the way off and took his cock into my mouth. The velvety feel of his cock head with the already present pre-cum was a huge turn on. I pulled him to the floor as we sixty-nined on the living room floor. His cock deep in my throat as he was licking and fingering my wet pussy. He pulled away from me. His breathing labored as he lay flat on his back, cock sticking heavenward. "Slow down. I almost came." I put my hand on his chest, running my hands through his chest hairs, tweaking his nipples, running my hands down to his balls, caressing them, stroking them. His hands constantly on my breasts or fingering me slowly, gently. After a few minutes his breathing returned to normal and I climbed on top of him, pushing my hands down on his chest, as I slipped his cock inside of me. Feeling what our daughter felt only twelve hours before, Steve's dick, hard and throbbing inside. I began to ride him, his hands on my hips, my breasts, as I lifted up almost to the point of him falling out and back down to the base of his cock, feeling the full effect of the head forcing itself into me on my way down to the veins caressing the lining of my pussy, to feeling our pubic hairs mingle at the base to going back up and feeling the veins again and forcing my lips past his cock head and over and over again. The effect was pure bliss. Our eyes meeting the whole time, we had come out of what could have been a terrible moment in our marriage stronger and more united than ever and this love, this sex, this fuck was the ultimate in our connectedness, this moment making our two bodies one, and knowing that nothing would break us usunder, that even as we begin to introduce our children into adult sexual relationships with one another and that we will be freer to engage in sexual relations that this, this sex between Steve and I, that this love between us would never change. It was with this knowledge that we each climaxed. I felt his balls tighten against me as his cum exploded into me. I could feel the cum inside me, his head vibrating, the veins flexing, as I too tightened my pussy, tightened my vise like grip on his manhood as I secreted my juices down his cock. We kissed long and hard with him staying inside of me, still hard, still filling me. This journey would take us in new and wonderful paths but it started right there, on the living room floor, on the newly stained carpeting. **************************************************************************** This story is a little unlike the previous chapters as it is from the mother's point of view and I had to keep coming back to it as I wasn't sure how I wanted it to go. For years I have been back and forth on how I wanted the mother to discover her husband having sex with their daughter. Revenge? Does she go and have sex with another guy? One of her sons? Does she join in and have a threesome with them? In the end I felt the best way to go was to have them have an honest conversation. Was it completely honest? Not really. Steve lied a little about how it got started with JoAnne and himself but they both wanted to have sex and to have fun in Chapter 3 so Steph doesn't need to know all of the details exactly. 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