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A Very Intimate Family Ch. 01

By: RandomAuthor



Author's Note: CAUTION. This story will eventually contain some male bi-sexuality. If that disturbs you, then you should probably stop reading and select another story. 

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My wife and I have been married twenty four years, and like most married couples our age, we've learned how to keep our sex life new and exciting. 

Beth, my wife, is a beautiful and sensual woman who has been more than willing to use fantasy in our frequent sex play. Plus, over the years, she's become comfortable actually living out a few of our tamer fantasies, and role playing the more kinkier fantasies alone with me in the privacy of our bedroom. 

For example, some of Beth's regular fantasies have included being stripped and exposed in front of other men. Over the years, I've had many opportunities to show her off to other guys in safe situations. For example, one special night a few years back, I had her completely naked – on her back with her legs propped open. I used my hands to spread her pussy lips apart and let two guys we met at a hotel bar look at her shaved, pink vagina while they jerked off. That was an amazing night we still talk about to this day. 

I spanked her in front of the web cam one night while ten guys watched, taking great care to undress her slowly – making her stand in front of the camera holding her short skirt up as I pulled her panties down to her knees. I made her stand like that for ten minutes while I pushed my lubricated finger in and out of her cute little butt and played with her clit. By the time I positioned her bottom over my knees for her spanking, she was dripping wet and completely agreeable to letting me focus the web cam right at her pussy from behind. 

She really gets off seeing naked guys, cocks of all shapes and sizes, and gets extremely turned on seeing guys masturbate. We have three DVDs that have bisexual group scenes, and she loves to watch the parts where two guys suck or stroke each other. She's told me numerous times how much she'd like to see me handle another man's cock, but, up to now, it's just been fantasy talk.

Myself, I have a huge panty fetish which Beth has always been happy to help me with, and panty play is one of the main activities in our sex life. She's never really understood my desire to see her have sex with another guy, but, she's completely fine with my creampie desires and would be thrilled to see me act on my 'off and on' bisexual curiosity. 

But neither one of us, either Beth or myself, could have anticipated the series of unexpected events that seemed to logically end with our son's cock embedded deeply into his mother's vagina – and, all with my complete blessing. We didn't necessarily intend for any of this to happen, but, you're not going to hear one once of complaining from me, my wife, and surely not from our son, Charles.

The first thing that happened occurred the week after Charles moved back home from college for the summer. My wife, Beth, was asked to work on Saturday and take a day off during the week. So, I decided I'd help out around the house while she was gone and do some laundry. I'd gathered up all the clothes from the hampers and had sorted everything out on the floor in the laundry room, including a pile of Beth's bras and panties.

I left to go out to the garage for a few minutes, and when I came back I noticed the pile of my wife's lingerie had been rearranged, and, a pair of Beth's panties was gone. I knew they were there before I went out to the garage because I chuckled to myself when I pulled them out of the hamper in our bedroom. They were still wet and slimy with a combination of my wife's vaginal juices and my own sperm - the result of me asking her to leave her panties on when we went to bed late last night. Of course, that was my way of telling her I wanted to make love to her with her panties on, and knowing quite well about my panty fetish and always willing to let me have my fun, she left her panties on and we had a wild night of sucking and fucking while she wore her panties.

I looked in all the other piles of sorted clothes and couldn't find Beth's panties anywhere, so as a last ditch effort to find them, I traced my steps up the stairs and into our master bedroom hoping to find them lying on the floor somewhere along my path. But, to my dismay, I couldn't find them. What I did find, though, was my son's door closed, and as I put my ear against his door, I could hear the subtle, and obvious, 'Slap Slap Slap' sounds - the sounds of my son masturbating. 

Now, at this point I have to admit that living with my mom and my sister afforded me the opportunity to snatch their panties and enjoy them in various ways while I masturbated. I don't have any doubts that swiping their panties played a significant role in my life long panty fetish, so, as I stood outside my son's room, it wasn't hard for me to theorize he was probably doing the exact same thing with his mother's panties. 

Was I mad? Hell no! 

In fact, if anything, it kind of amused me to think he might be holding his mother's panties up to his nose and smelling her pussy smell - doing the same thing I did when I was his age. And okay, maybe not all guys get off on sniffing their mom's or their sister's panties, but I sure wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. I smiled to myself as I crept away from his door, deciding to simply let him have his jollies and let it go at that.

But, I did want to get Beth's lingerie washed before she got home, so after puttering around in the kitchen for a few minutes, I figured I better find a way to get his mother's panties back so they could be washed. 

"Charles, I'm running out to the hardware store to get the parts to fix the gate in the back yard." I yelled up the stairs to my son. "If you have anything you want to throw into the washer, do it now because as soon as I get back, I want to start a load of your mom's delicates."

I waited a few seconds for him to reply, but, when I didn't hear one, I shrugged my shoulders, put on my sun glasses and got in the car and left. I was gone for about an hour, and when I got back, I found Beth's worn panties had mysteriously reappeared - stuffed down into the middle of the pile of Beth's delicates. 

"At least," I jokingly said to myself, "he had the common sense to put them back in the right pile."

I didn't say anything to Charles, or to Beth, when she got home from work about the missing panty incident. But, all through the day, I couldn't get the thought of our son sniffing his mother's panties out of my mind. When Beth and I finally got into bed that night, I was so worked up thinking about our son jerking himself while he played with his mother's panties, I couldn't keep my hands off her. Beth took full advantage of my overly excited state, riding me frontwards and backwards until she exhausted herself after having several strong orgasms.

The next unexpected thing that happened occurred on Wednesday, just four days later. Beth would normally have gone to work that day, but, because she was asked to work on Saturday, she had the day off. That morning, she got up with me and fixed me a nice breakfast before I went to work and then made the decision to go out and do some weeding in the flower bed in the front yard. 

Apparently, Charles must have forgotten his mother was going to be home that day, and around nine o'clock that morning, Beth took a break from her flower bed and came inside the house to see if he was up yet. Seeing that his bedroom door was open, she poked her head around the door frame and was going to ask him if he was ready for breakfast. What she saw, though, made her immediately freeze.

The way Beth explained it to me, our son was on his back, lying on his bed with the sheets kicked all the way off. He was completely naked, his eyes were closed and he was methodically working his cock up and down with slow and deliberate strokes. There was a bottle of lubricant on the bed next to him, and each time his hand slid up and down his shaft, it created a sound that hypnotized my wife into standing there and watching him. 

Beth had to stop and take a breath as she described to me what she had seen, and, the initial impression I got as she started to tell me her story was that she was totally captivated by what she saw. She was unable to move, even though she knew she should have probably left our son alone to enjoy him self. But, she couldn't. Something down inside her made her stay and watch. 

She had a sparkle in her eye, and she was pulling me close to her and whispering up at me as she related the full details of what she witnessed. Beth blushed when I asked her how long she watched him, telling me it was probably three or four minutes before he opened his eyes and saw her out of the corner of his eye.

Quickly, I thought about how long three or four minutes actually lasted when you're just standing there doing nothing, and it occurred to me if she watched him jacking off that long, she certainly got a pretty good eyeful. 

"Did you see him cum?" I asked, beginning to smile down at Beth.

"No!" My wife exclaimed softly, poking me in the ribs with her elbow. 

"So, you just stood there watching him jerk off until he opened his eyes and saw you?" I asked.

Beth blushed again and nodded her head, looking up at me with a guilty look on her face.

"Well," I continued as I snickered, prodding her for details, "does he have a big cock?"

The look on my wife's face went blank when I asked her that question. It took her a moment, but, once the shock wore off she answered me straight away.

"I swear," she began to answer, "he looks exactly like you do down there. He's about the same size as you. But his balls....... and I'm not kidding.....his balls are absolutely huge."

"Oh, how sweet." I said sarcastically. "Our son is growing up."

"Oh, he's definitely not a little boy anymore, Sam." Beth replied. "He's as big as you are, but, his poor balls look so full. He probably needs to do that four or five times a day."

"Yeah," I snickered, "I remember those days. So, what happened?"

Beth continued with her story, telling me they exchanged an awkward glance between each other, and she simply reached over and pulled his door shut and went down stairs to the kitchen. I asked her more questions, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her to my chest as we talked. Her heart was thumping hard as we spoke, and for a few minutes she was so excited, I though she might hyperventilate as she told me what happened. 

She told me she approached him later that afternoon and told him she was sorry for barging in on him, adding that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He was silent as she delivered her apology, and she could tell he was unsettled about his own mother walking in on him while he was jerking off.

"I told him not to dwell on it." Beth explained. "I told him masturbation was a totally normal thing to do, and, I told him everyone did it, including you and me."

"You actually said that?" I asked. "You told him we both masturbated?"

"Well, we do." Beth said, defending her statement. 

"What else was I going to say?" She added. "Was I supposed to tell him masturbation was a normal activity for everyone except his own parents?"

"Uh, I guess you're right." I replied. "But, did he know you stood there watching him for that long before he saw you?"

"No." Beth answered. "I told him I'd just peeked my head into his room at the second he saw me. I didn't see any reason to give him some kind of shame complex over something like this."

As she explained all this to me, I'd had my arms around her and we'd been trading off, giving each other little hugs. But, that little twinkle in her eye never died. I'm not sure what made me do it, but, I dropped my hand to the waist band of her shorts and shoved my hand down into her panties – and I was both surprised and elated to find her pussy was warm and wet.

"You're wet." I whispered into her ear. "You got all hot and wet watching your son masturbate and you've been wet ever since." 

Without saying another word, I took her by the hand and led her into our bedroom and shut the door behind us. Within a matter of seconds, we were all over each other and as we pulled each other's clothes off, I begged her to keep her panties on and sit on my cock.

Breathless, she perched herself over me, pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and slid down on my shaft. As she did, she leaned down and kissed me – smothering my face with kisses as she panted and gasped for breath. 

Once she started to move up and down on top of me, I looked up into her eyes and told her to tell me the truth. Then, I asked her if she would have stayed and watched Charles until he came if he hadn't opened his eyes and saw her. Beth bit her lower lip and then nodded her head up and down in answer to my question. 

"Maybe you'll get another chance." I whispered up to her. "Maybe he got off on you watching him. Maybe he'll 'accidently on purpose' leave the door open again..... and if he does, I think you should make it a point to stand there and watch him the whole way...... even if he sees you."

Beth's eyes were on fire now, and she was humping my cock like a woman possessed. She was huffing and puffing...... staring at me as she slammed her pussy down on top of my cock. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked my wife. "You've always liked watching guys jack off."

Beth didn't answer, but her movements on top of me got more intense as she ground her pussy down against my crotch and wiggled herself back and forth on my hard cock.

"It's okay with me if you want to watch him masturbate." I whispered. "I'm sure he wouldn't turn down the chance to watch you play with yourself if the situation was reversed."

"You sound like you want me to watch him." She said, gasping, as she humped my cock. "So, it's not just me that's excited about this...... it's you, too."

"Oh, I won't deny that, Sweetheart. It turns me on to think about you watching Charles play with his cock....... maybe even cuming in front of you." I replied. "I know you love looking at cocks." 

She closed her eyes, propped herself up on my chest with her stiffened arms and began pushing her pelvis into mine. I could see the look of pure pleasure on her face as she fucked me, and I was perfectly happy to let her enjoy herself. After a few minutes, though, I decided to turn the heat up a little more.

"You know," I said to her as I reached up to lightly pinch her nipples, "he's been taking your panties out of the hamper, and I think he's sniffing them while he jerks himself off."

Beth opened her eyes, and nodded down at me. "I know." She replied, not even the slightest bit surprised at what I said. "He's been doing that for several months now. But," she stopped moving on top of me for a second and continued speaking, "I didn't know you knew. Are you mad?"

I reached up to wrap my arms around her shoulders and pulled her face down to mine. I kissed her deeply and when our lips parted, I whispered my answer in her ear.

"No, not at all, Sweetheart." I replied. "And who could blame the boy, Beth. I mean, he's got a cute, sexy mother he absolutely worships and I'd be surprised if he wasn't walking around all day with a hard-on because of you."

That was about all it took, because Beth started to tremble and vibrate on top of me as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. I've seen Beth have some bodacious orgasms before, but nothing like this. And, when she started to cum, she clamped her pussy down on my cock and that's all I needed to start spurting up into her, filling her warm pussy with my hot sperm.

We rarely orgasm at the same time, so we were both surprised as we shook together and in unison. But, when it was over, she lifted her head off my shoulder and smiled down at me with a satisfied look. That night, we made love two more times with her panties on.

She slept all night in those same panties, not taking them off until the next morning when we both got up to go to work. After her shower, I put the wet, cum soaked panties in the middle of our bedroom floor, shook my finger at her and made her promise not to touch them. I even took a picture of them with my cell phone so I could tell if they were disturbed while we were at work.

I rushed home from work that day so I could get home before she did, and sure enough, Beth's panties had definitely been moved, and I was quick to point that out to Beth when she got home. That night while we were humping, I encouraged her to start leaving her worn panties openly in view so Charles would spot them easily, and I even suggested she let him catch her dressing, or undressing, so he could see her wearing the panties he might later be sniffing.

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?" My wife asked. "Telling me to leave my panties out for our son and suggesting I let him see me half naked."

"Or completely naked." I answered. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing his sexy mother with no clothes on." 

"Sam!" Beth replied. "Are you actually saying I should flash my own son?"

"Well," I answered, "you did see him naked, remember? So, in a way, you kind of owe him that."

Again, that night we fucked like rabbits and I came inside her twice. Before we went to sleep, she gave me a devious smile and asked me if I wanted her to sit on my face so I could lick the fresh creampie out of her pussy. Without even a second of thought, I quickly took her up on her offer. And while I sucked and licked on her freshly fucked pussy, she took great pleasure in throwing out numerous ideas how she might be able to let our son accidently see her in her panties. 

The third unexpected thing that happened was probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. That is the honest truth, I assure you. 

Charles told us he was going out with some of his old high school friends and wouldn't be back until late – at least midnight or maybe later. So, seeing an opportunity to have some nasty fun while he was gone, Beth suggested we should take advantage of Charles being out of the house by giving my pubes a shave and pulling out her strap-on to give me a long, overdue ride with it.

Now, before you say anything, I should probably tell you that the silicone dong she uses in her strap-on is specifically made for a man's pleasure. It's slim and tapered, and has a knob at the end so it massages the prostate gland as it goes in and out. Beth always goes slow and is very gentle as she fucks me with it, and, I'm not ashamed to admit that it provides an amazing type of pleasure most men can't even imagine. It's a huge turn-on for my wife, too, primarily because it's the closest thing to gay or bisexual sex she's ever seen in person. 

On top of that, Beth really enjoys taking the time to shave my pubic area, and she's quite good at it. She can shave me, including my balls, using her ladies razor and she never cuts or nicks me. Of course, during the time she's shaving me, I always get hard and she enjoys seeing and holding my hard cock in her hands while she shaves me bare.

So, after she shaved me up and put soothing lotion all over me that night, she led me by the hand to the bed and told me to assume the position for my long awaited fucking. She took her time preparing my ass, generously lubricating me with her fingers and getting her strap-on ready to pleasure me. When she was finally ready, she moved up next to me and gently nudged the end of her silicone dong up to my butt and carefully entered me. 

It was wonderful, I can tell you that without any reservation. And as she started to move in and out of my ass, I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself as she looked down on me, carefully watching my every move.

There I was, on the edge of our marital bed with my knees pulled up as Beth was slowly sliding in and out of me. She was talking nasty to me, beckoning me to stroke my cock and cum for her while she fucked me. She began teasing me, starting and stopping, driving me crazy as she pushed the slender dong in and out of my ass. My eyes were closed in delirious pleasure and I was jacking myself, trying to stay in time with her thrusting and the feelings that were flooding over me.


A Very Intimate Family Ch. 01



I was just about there, just about ready to come when Beth suddenly stopped fucking me. I waited a few seconds for her to resume, but when she didn't, I opened my eyes to see the look of pure dread in her eyes.

Turning my head, I saw Charles standing just inside the doorway of our bed room – his jaw was open and he was starting directly at us, obviously able to clearly see the strap-on harness his mother was wearing, the dong shoved up inside my ass and my hard cock in my hand.

Charles' eyes were moving back and forth between his mother's naked body, my naked body and the strap-on still poked up my ass. Fortunately though, after a few seconds, he turned and walked out of our room, went across the hall to his own room and shut the door.

I was absolutely distraught that Charles had seen me like that. Obviously, no father wants his son to see him taking a cock shaped dong up his butt, and I was immediately filled with remorse and panic over what he would think. Beth finally calmed me down, convincing me to talk to Charles man-to-man tomorrow and be straight with him about what we were doing, and why.

I didn't fall asleep for a long time that night thinking about what I'd say to Charles the next day. But, when I woke up, I got a terrific brainstorm on how to handle the conversation with my son.

Calling my boss to get the day off, I made a pot of coffee, got Beth off to work and then knocked on Charles' bedroom door.

"Hey Charles." I said through the door as I knocked. "We need to change the oil and work on your car today. I'm going to need your help, so it's time to get up."

By the time I finished speaking, my son was opening the door and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I was fully prepared to argue with him to get him out of bed, or even get him to face me, but, he didn't seem bothered in the least and I told him to come down to the garage once he was up and ready to work.

About fifteen minutes later, Charles joined me in the garage. If he was having a problem over what he saw the night before, he surely wasn't letting on. For the first thirty minutes I kept wondering if he was going to say anything about seeing me on my back with my legs pulled up and his mom fucking my ass with a strap-on, but, he never mentioned it and there wasn't any conceivable changes in his behavior toward me.

Finally, while I was under the car loosening the drain plug on the oil pan, I decided to say something.

"Charles," I said, "I want to talk to you about what you saw last night...... what your mother and I were doing when you came into our bedroom."

I half expected him to moan or groan in response to my statement, but, instead, he leaned down and rested his arms on the front fender of the car and said, "Okay."

"Look," I began, "whether you realize it or not, married couples have sex, and what your mother and I do in our bedroom is private between us."

"Dad," Charles groaned, "don't you think I know that?"

"Well," I answered, "I was hoping you knew enough to keep it to yourself."

"I know you were probably shocked by what you saw," I added, "but once you get older you'll understand that sometimes you have to try new things to keep the spark going in your marriage."

"I wasn't shocked, Dad." Charles replied to me, calmly. "I thought it was a little kinky, but I wasn't shocked."

I was pulling myself out from under the car as he answered. As I wiped my hands off with a clean rag, I looked up at him and said, "You know, some people might say that sneaking your mother's panties out of her hamper after she's worn them was a little kinky, too."

The look on Charles' face went blank and his eyes grew wide. Quickly, though, I continued speaking, saying, "But, you haven't heard a single word from me about that. And I haven't criticized you in any way, have I?" 

Before he could answer, I reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you're not going to get scolded by me for that."

After a moment, I reached over to pick up my oil filter wrench and turned back toward him. "My point is," I continued, "we have to be tolerant and considerate of each other."

"Besides....." I said, chuckling, "maybe one day you'll meet a woman with whom you'll be able to experiment and explore, and then maybe what you saw us doing might not seem so kinky."

As I lie down on my back to slide under the car again, I glanced at Charles' face and I think he understood what I was trying to tell him. I was just getting the oil filter wrench around the oil filter when he finally said something.

"Are you guys mad at me now?" Charles asked. "About the panties?"

"Son," I answered, "believe me, I'm the last person on earth that would chastise you for being attracted to a pair of your mother's panties. And as for your Mom, no, she's not upset at all."

"Wow." I heard him mumble.

"You seem surprised?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "I am. I figured she'd be mad at me for something like that."

"I think I'd characterize her as being flattered." I answered. "You know..... a young guy like you being interested in an older woman more than twice your age. I think it makes her feel young and sexy again."

"Dad," Charles said in a strong tone, "first of all, Mom is not 'old' by any stretch of the imagination, and secondly, she's a total, one hundred percent hottie." 

"Oh," I exclaimed from under the car, "you're not going to get any argument from me on that point. She's a beautiful and sexy woman, that's for sure."

We both laughed, and as our laughing subsided I decided to push my luck a little. "Have you ever seen her naked?" I asked Charles.

I could tell my question caught him off guard, but, I kept quiet to see if he'd answer me.

"Just...... uh, you know...." Charles answered cautiously, "the other night..... all I could see was the top half."

I pulled the oil filter out of the engine block and held it out from under the bumper for him to take from me, and as he leaned down to take it out of my hands, I said, "Well, it's okay if you have, or if you want to. It's normal for guys to be interested in the female body and I think your Mom understands that. Honestly, she'd be fine with it."

"What!" Charles snapped.

"Have you bothered to ask her?" I asked.

"Ask her what?" My son answered.

"To see her naked." I replied.

"Of course not." Charles exclaimed.

"Well," I said, chuckling out loud, "you might be surprised if you just ask her."

"Dad, come on.... you know I can't do that." Charles said.

He went on to tell me he'd be afraid to ask her something like that, and when I asked him why, he shook his head for a second and then blurted out because she was so pretty.

"You mean you'd get turned on looking at your mother if she was naked?" I asked.

"Absolutely." Charles answered.

"I see." I replied, laughing. "Can't say I'd blame you for that. I get turned on just thinking about her being naked." 

"But maybe there's something I can do to help." I added. "Maybe I can get her to dress more casually around the house...... you know, maybe she'll let you see her in her bra and panties and that might make it easier for you to eventually see her completely undressed." 

I stood up next to him and handed him a rag to wipe his hands with. "It goes both ways though, Charles. She's going to feel weird if she's the only one walking around in her underwear, especially if you want to see her naked. We should both do it, too." I said.

"You're kidding, right?" Charles asked, looking over at me. 

"Not at all." I answered as seriously as I possibly could. "I think I know your mother well enough to know she'll be much more open to this if we participate, too."

"And you think she'd want to see me in my underwear, or naked?" Charles asked me.

"Why wouldn't she?" I replied. "Girls like to see naked guys as much as guys like to see naked girls. Your mother's no different, Son."

Charles and I spent the rest of the morning working on his car and by the time we were done, we had talked everything through and he was excited about getting to see his Mom in her underwear and possibly naked. I told him not to worry about getting aroused – telling him I was sure it was something she would expect and would definitely take as a compliment.

While we talked, he eventually asked me about the strap-on, what it felt like and if it hurt. I told him the truth – that it felt amazingly wonderful, and how fortunate I was to have a wife that was willing to be open to kinky things. He even asked me why I was shaved, and I told him I did it mostly because it turned his mother on, adding, "I'm sure she'd be glad to shave you, too."

When Beth got home from work, I told her about my morning with Charles. She was initially stunned when I recounted the conversation I had with him, and how I told him I'd ask her to start wearing her bra and panties around the house. I sat her down and for the lack of a better word, I begged her to have an open mind about it. I tried to tell her that being in her bra and panties wasn't any different than being in a bathing suit, but she wasn't buying any of that. However, when I told her how excited Charles became when we were discussing the idea, it was like her whole outlook changed and she seemed to be actually considering it.

"Sweetheart," I pleaded, "you know you want him to see you..... probably just as much as he wants to see you. And I'll admit I want it to."

"Honestly," I said to her as I shifted my position and looked her straight in the eyes, "and please don't get mad at me for saying this....... but, if it was up to me, and if I thought you'd go for it, I'd take you into his room right now, make you stand in front of him and I'd strip you down to your panties. I'd make you play with yourself and then I'd take your panties off you, hand them to him and then I'd pick up all your clothes, leave you naked standing right in front of your son, and close the door behind me as I left."

Beth's eyes never left mine, and as I sat there looking at her, she reached over and put her hand in my crotch and squeezed my cock.

Finally she spoke, saying, "You know, I almost believe you'd really do that."

"I would." I confessed.

"So, when would this start?" Beth asked. "Am I just supposed to start walking around the house in my panties cold turkey?"

Taking a deep breath, I explained to my wife that Charles and I would do it, too – walk around in our underwear if she did. Smiling, she asked me if I'd really thought that part through.

"What if you guys get hard?" She asked. "You're not going to be able to hide that, you know."

"That's absolutely true and I'm sure it's going to happen." I answered.

"And the two of you are okay with that?" Beth asked me in return.

"Absolutely." I replied. "And when it does, you're free to look. Just consider it our way of showing our appreciation..... its a compliment to you."

"A compliment, huh?" Beth said, chuckling, "Okay, we'll try it starting tomorrow."

So, those were the things that started us down the path we were on now. After I had that talk with my wife, I knew it was just a matter of time before I got the two of them naked together. I could tell Beth was interested in seeing more of Charles' cock, and it seemed Charles was just as interested in seeing his mother naked, too. All I had to do was think of a way to get the two of them to go to the next step. 

For now, though, I was looking forward to watching my son's reactions to seeing his mother in her bra and panties. I knew it would mean Charles and I would be hard almost constantly, and that was fine with me. Hopefully, Beth would be willing to lend a hand to help us out if we needed some relief – both of us. 

To be continued. 



A Very Intimate Family Ch. 02



Author's Note: CAUTION. This story will eventually contain some male bi-sexuality. If that disturbs you, then you should probably stop reading and select another story.

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I didn't say anything to Charles immediately about his mother agreeing to shed her clothes while she was home and walk around in her bra and panties. After dinner was over, Beth pulled me aside and told me she was headed upstairs.

"If I'm going to be seen in my underwear from now on," she began, "I'm going to go up and take a long, hot bath so I can shave my legs and, uh...... shave the rest, too."

I was gratified to hear she was going to shave her pussy. She normally shaves it bare about every two weeks, but knowing she was going to be completely hairless for our first day with everyone in their underwear made me immediately hard. Just the thought that she was primping herself for her son to see her told me she was just as excited about this as I was, and as she took her first steps up the stairs to the master bath, she turned to look at me and gave me a very sexy smile.

Once she'd disappeared into our bedroom and closed the door behind her, I went to Charles' room and lightly tapped on his door. Hearing him say, "Come in" I quietly opened the door and closed it silently behind me. 

"Look," I began, "your mother agreed to start the underwear thing tomorrow."

Charles' face lit up with excitement, and I held my hands up to calm him and sat down on his bed so we could set some ground rules. We talked for about fifteen minutes and by the time we were done, I felt he had a pretty good understanding of how all of this was going to play out.

Basically, the plan was this: she agreed to strip down to her bra and panties, and we agreed to just wear our underwear. I told him flat out there would be no covering up or running away if he got an erection, and that went for me, too. I told him we were all free to look at each other and I told him he might as well accept the fact that his mother was going to see him with an erection.

"Yeah, okay." Charles answered.

"So, you're going to be okay if you and I see each other with erections. Right?" I asked.

"No problem." Charles assured me.

"Good. Then we're all set." I said. 

As I stood to leave, I stopped just short of his door and turned to face him, saying, "Your Mom's panties will still be in the hamper after she takes them off, just like always. No change in that at all."

Charles blushed as he looked up at me, but, when I gave him a knowing smile and nodded my head, he smiled back at me and nodded his head in return.

Once I turned out all the lights downstairs, I went up to our bedroom with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. As I entered the master bath, Beth smiled up at me from the tub and asked me to stay and talk with her for a while.

I poured us each a glass of wine and sat down on the edge of the tub and looked down at her. She'd already shaved her pussy, and the way she was sitting, I could see she was perfectly hairless again. 

"Sam, I've been thinking about this underwear scheme you and Charles cooked up, and I'm starting to get concerned you haven't thought this through well enough." Beth said. "I mean, have you thought what it's going to be like three or fours days from now?" 

"Yes." I said calmly. "I think so."

Beth and I talked for a long time while she finished shaving her legs and relaxed in her hot bath. I told her I'd spoken with Charles and pounded out some basic rules, and then filled her in on what he and I spoke about. 

"And just what am I supposed to do when the two of you are walking around in front of me with your hard-ons poking out of your underwear?" My wife asked. "Am I just supposed to ignore it?"

"You're supposed to look." I said in reply. "No hiding or covering up. That's the rule, and it goes for you, too."

I told her it wouldn't be fair for her to cover up or keep us from seeing between her legs, arguing there was no way Charles and I could hide the fact that we were erect. 

"That means your son is going to see the crotch of my panties and we both know they're probably going to be wet." She said. "He's going to know his mother is sexually aroused. He'll probably be able to smell me, too. You realize that, right?"

"We're all going to be sexually aroused." I answered. "That's the point, isn't it?"

Finally, taking a big sip from her glass of wine, she glanced up at me and said, "Sam, you must be out of your mind if you think we're going to strip down to our underwear and that's all that's going to happen. You're smart enough to know where all of this is going to lead." 

I looked at Beth and she looked at me. Then, in a calm voice, she said, "I can see it all now..... you guys will start getting hard, then your cocks will start popping out of your underwear, and pretty soon the two of you, or me, will be touching them and stroking them. Then everyone will be naked, and the next thing we know, Charles and I having sex."

"I know that's one of your long time fantasies..... to watch another man fuck me." She said, quickly. "But, he's our son."

"Alright, hold on a minute." I replied. "Let's be honest with each other, okay?"

I reminded Beth how incredibly turned on she was the day she caught Charles masturbating – the way she stood there for several minutes watching him..... staring at his cock and balls. I reminded her how wet her pussy was when she told me about it – how breathless she was, and how hard her heart was beating as she described what she saw, and then I reminded her about the nasty sex we had afterwards. 

I brought to her attention the fact that he'd been taking her panties out of the laundry hamper – with her complete knowledge and approval, and the fact that I knew our son was using her panties when he jerked off. 

"Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me you haven't had sexual thoughts about him?" I asked.

When she didn't answer, I continued pleading my case, saying, "Beth, our son adores you – you know that. He's always been your little man, and he told me himself he thought you were a hottie and he'd like to see you naked."

I explained how perfect this would be – how it would satisfy so many of our fantasies, not only mine and hers, but our son's, too.

"Think what an incredible gift this would be for our son." I added. "The chance to be intimate with the one woman he's loved his whole life...... the one who's panties he sniffs....... the one who he jerks off to."

"Look," I said, "he's not some stranger from a hotel bar, Sweetheart. And yes, I admit I'd love to watch you with him, but it's not just for me. You'd be giving him the thrill of a lifetime, and I know you'd love it, too."

For several minutes, Beth and I were brutally honest with each other about our feelings. She finally admitted she'd had sexual thoughts about Charles and confessed that she'd been tempted to act on them numerous times. She also told me something I was extremely surprised to hear – Charles was still a virgin, a fact he shared with her privately a day or two after he got home from college for the summer.

"Sweetheart, you could be his first." I said, calmly. "Can you honestly tell me that doesn't interest you?"

Eventually, there came a point in our conversation where we both clearly admitted we wanted the two of them to have sex, and once she saw I was completely okay with it, she reached her hand out to me, pulled me to her, kissed me and told me she loved me.

"Let's just start out with the underwear and if it happens, just let it." I said.

"A week from now, though," Beth replied, "I don't want you getting jealous or wishing we hadn't done any of this. By then it'll be too late....... things will have gone way too far by that time."

"I realize that." I said to her. "I won't get jealous. I promise."

"Alright." Beth replied, as she leaned back against the tub, "Do you mind if I make a few requests?"

"No, not at all." I answered. "What did you have in mind?"

Beth looked up toward the ceiling for a few seconds and then turned her head toward me. She told me she wanted me to be the one to take her bra and panties off when the time came for her to be completely naked in front of our son. She blushed a little and confessed she wanted me to be the one to expose her – to fully display her in front of our son. 

"What I'd like," Beth began, "is for you to take my bra and panties off slowly. Maybe you could pull my panties down to my knees first and make me face him while you point out how smooth I was. This will make it comfortable for him to look at my vagina."

I wasn't surprised at all – this was her exhibitionist side coming out, and I knew it was something I'd enjoy doing. 

"After that, you could take my bra off and let him see my breasts close up." Beth added. "If you pinched my nipples a little, you could show him how they get hard. Don't you think that's something a young man would want to see?"

"Absolutely." I agreed. 

"But once I was naked," she continued, "I'd like you to lay me down and have me spread my legs so you could give him a complete anatomy lesson..... and I mean complete. I think it's important he get a thorough lesson on the parts of a woman..... where they are and what they look like."

"I couldn't agree more, Sweetheart." I replied. "I think it's crucial for him to be able to see everything, including inside your lips. I think we can do that pretty easily by me holding your lips open and using my fingers while he watches." 

Reaching over to take my hand again and squeezing it lightly, she continued with her requests, saying, "For his first time, I think I'd like to include you, too...... if he's comfortable with that. I'm thinking we could teach him together, and I'd love to have both my men touching me, feeling me and fucking me." 

"Ah," I moaned, "I really like that idea."

"The only thing is," Beth said, stroking my hand as she held it, "and this is very hard for me to ask of you, Sam..... but, that very first time...... the first time he's ready to fuck me, I'd like you to be the one to put his cock in me. Is that something you could do?"

I thought about what that meant. I'd be touching another man's cock..... I'd be touching my own son's cock. I wasn't surprised she asked that, though – I know quite well she has an interest in seeing two guys together, and perhaps that's why she asked to have both Charles and I fuck her at the same time. And, to tell you the truth, it hit me just right and kind of turned me on.

"Of course, Sweetheart." I answered. "As long as he'll let me. And if it goes okay, it might mean he was okay with...... him and me...... you know."

Beth smiled and her eyes started to get glossy. I could tell she was happy, very happy, and as she wiped a lone tear from the corner of her eye, she said, "I think it would be wonderful if the three of us could enjoy each other...... free to touch and feel..... doing everything."

"I know what you're saying." I answered. "I didn't discuss any of that with him, but, he said he was okay seeing me with a hard-on and me seeing him with one. So, that's a start."

"A very good start." Beth answered, smiling sweetly. "Thank you for being open to it."

"And no matter what happens," I asked, "we'll still make time for ourselves – just me and you..... just like always?"

"Uh huh, I promise." Beth answered as another tear of happiness rolled down her cheek. 

I leaned over into the tub and kissed her. I softly told her how much I loved her and that I knew we could do this without it getting out of control. Then, before I realized exactly what I was saying, I told her it would probably be best if she took the first step to get Charles and me together. Tears of joy began to run down her face as she smiled and nodded her head. 

At that exact moment, it was like the two of us bonded in a special way we've never experienced before. In essence, we'd just agreed to add our son as a full sexual partner in our marriage. Yes, we both had different reasons for doing it, but as she so aptly put it, we both knew this was going to end up with Charles fucking her.

As she stood up in the tub, she asked me to hand her a towel, and as I did, she gave me a look and asked me if there was anything special I wanted to do tonight. "Sexually, I mean." She added. "Tonight I'm completely yours...... whatever you want..... just tell me."

As I stood there, thinking about what she just offered, Beth finished drying off and hung the towel up on the towel bar. I was still thinking what I wanted to do with her when she brushed up next to me and asked me if Charles had gone to bed yet. I told her he was in his room, but, he was still up and the light was on. 

Beth grinned at me, grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me."

I followed her out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. She was still totally naked, and the bedroom door wasn't shut all the way, but it didn't seem to bother her. In fact, when she went directly to the wall switch and turned on the big ceiling light, I was surprised. And I was even more surprised when reached over and swung the bedroom door all the way open and pushed it against the door stop. 

Turning to smile at me, she walked over to her lingerie drawer, opened it and fished around inside it for a few seconds. Chuckling to herself, she pulled out a pair of pink silk panties and held them up for me to see.

Then, to my complete amazement, she tossed the silk panties to me, laid back on the edge of the bed, pulled her knees up to her chest and reached down to open her pussy lips. Her body was in direct view of our doorway, and it occurred to me that if Charles came out of his bedroom at that moment, he'd be looking directly between his mother's legs...... directly at her wide open pussy. 

"Put those inside me." Beth said to me. "When we're done, they'll be sopping wet with my juices and your cum, and I want you to personally make sure Charles gets them."

My cock immediately jumped to attention in my jeans as I looked down between her upturned legs at her pink, wet pussy held open to my view. But, the beautiful view I had didn't stop me from moving forward and bending down to start pushing the silk panties she gave me up into her pussy. 

'Panty Stuffing' is something we've been doing for years, and we've learned along the way to use a pair of panties that didn't have any lace or scratchy material. In fact, I ordered several pairs of pure silk panties off the internet specifically for this – and even though they were incredibly expensive, it was remarkably easy to gently push the panties up into her pussy. The incredible feeling I got fucking her with the panties up inside her was unbelievable...... it completely changed the sensations I experienced as I fucked her. But, the real reason I sincerely loved doing it wasn't because of the feeling I got while we made love.  

The real reason I loved fucking her with the silk panties up inside her pussy was because when we were done, they were totally soaked with cum and pussy juice, and just about every time we did this, I could get hard again, almost immediately, as soon as she held those panties up to my nose and rubbed them against my lips. The fabric of the silk panties captured the consistency of her thick vaginal juices from deep inside her and perfectly preserved the thick clumps of cum that came from my cock. 

We would take turns sucking on the fabric as she stroked my cock back to life. She'd gently hold the folds of the fabric up to my lips and let me suck our juices for a minute or so, then she'd pull the panties out of my mouth and she'd suck on them, herself. This went on for several minutes until I was hard again, and then she'd get on top of me and ride my cock while she held the panties to my face, letting me sniff or lick them as much as I wanted. 

However, this time, I wasn't going to have the pleasure of sucking the slimy panties. Apparently, she wanted me to take them to our son and give them to him. And as I began stuffing the panties up into her, I realized her request was not only exceptionally bold, but it would send a message to Charles that was crystal clear.

Beth was dripping wet already; her vagina was glistening under the bright overhead light above us. I glanced up at my wife, as I worked to get the panties up inside her, to see she was staring toward our door, and I turned briefly to see what she was looking at. Seeing nothing, I turned back to finish pushing the panties into her vagina.

"Are you hoping he'll open his door and see us?" I asked.

"Uh huh." She said, quietly. "Actually, I'd be okay with him seeing me now. I'm freshly shaven and something tells me you'd be fine with it."

By then, I was finished pushing the panties into her pussy, and in keeping with what she'd just said, I reached for her arm and pulled her off the bed and into the middle of the room, directly in front of our doorway. There, I pushed on her shoulders, gently guiding her to her knees and told her to spread her legs so our son could see her pussy if he came out of his room.

She did as I asked, watching our son's bedroom door as she adjusted herself so she'd be completely exposed to him if he opened his door. I stripped off all my clothes as quick as I could and stepped in front of her, guiding her mouth to my already hard member. 

Beth is an expert at sucking my cock, but sometimes, she likes to have her head forced down on my hardened tool so my cock meat fills her throat and makes her gag a little. I never push too hard, but, if I don't force her enough, she'll literally move my hands to the back of her head and she'll push herself until I start doing what she wants. When she gets like this – I know exactly what she's telling me to do – she wants me to grab her by the hair and repeatedly jam my cock down her throat until she gags and her eyes start to water.

Believe me, I was hesitant to treat her that way at first, but over the years she's proved to me she really wants this, so that's what I started doing – right there in the middle of our bedroom with the door wide open, the lights on and her pussy on complete display if Charles were to open his door and come out of his room.

"If he comes out," I whispered down to her, "You're not moving. Our son is going to see his mother showing off her pussy and sucking cock like a teenage slut."

I saw Beth's eyes glance toward Charles' door as my cock pushed at the back of her throat. Copious amounts of spit and saliva were running out of her mouth, down her chin and dripping from my cock. Time after time her mouth took me in, and each time, she pulled me out just an instant before she would have completely gagged. She jacked my pole as she sucked me, and after only a couple more minutes, I had to stop her because I was getting close to cumming, and I wanted desperately to cum by fucking her pussy and shooting my sperm all over the silk panties pushed up inside her pussy.

Grabbing her hair, I yanked her off my cock and looked down into her eyes. She was on fire, I could tell - and she had that distant look on her face as if to say it was time for me to fuck her, and I mean really fuck her.

Without wiping the spit from her face, I pulled her up and guided her to the end of the bed and pushed her shoulders down to the mattress. "Spread your legs." I said, quietly. When she did, I adjusted her hips so her ass was pointed toward the door and told her to reach behind and pull her ass cheeks apart. The image she presented as she stretched her butt cheeks apart was perhaps the nastiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Her shaved pussy was wet and shiny, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing the pink interior of her vaginal opening.

The crinkled star of her butt hole was clearly in view, and it was at that exact instant I wished Charles would come out of his room to see his mother in this position, presenting herself to be fucked from behind. I even waited a bit, standing to the side of her so I wouldn't block his view. But, when his door didn't open, I couldn't wait any longer – I had to sink my cock into her pussy.




A Very Intimate Family Ch. 02



Instead, though, I got another idea and knelt down on the floor beside her and started touching her with my fingers. Before long, I was fantasizing that Charles was watching and I used my fingers to pull her inner lips apart, exposing the rich crimson color of her pussy hole. This had to be the most exposed she'd ever been – her ass clearly displayed and her smaller, inner pussy lips pulled apart to show off her sweet, wet vagina. 

With a free finger, I started directly touching her clit. Normally, this would have sent her through the roof because she's so sensitive there, but tonight, she moaned and let out a sigh of pleasure as I massaged her little pink button. All of a sudden, she got incredibly wet, almost as if she had gushed and her legs started to buckle. She started to moan as I kept up my massage on her clit, and as I snaked my finger into her pussy and pressed lightly on her G-spot, she let out a satisfied groan that filled the room.

"Careful." I said as I rubbed her G-spot. "If you're too loud, Charles will hear you and he'll open his door to see what's going on. And the way you're laying right now, he'd be able to see everything...... and, I do mean everything."

Beth's legs started to tremble again and she had to shift some of her weight to lean more on the bed so she could stay up. Her moaning seemed to subside, but when I looked up, I realized it was because her face was buried in the comforter in an attempt to be as quiet as she could. 

At any time, she could have stood up and moved, or simply asked me to close the door, but she didn't. And she obviously had to know she'd be on full display if our son would have come out of his room. So, she was very much aware of her predicament – but she did absolutely nothing to keep herself from being exposed. 

My cock was throbbing and after a few more minutes of playing with her clit, I honestly felt I'd given Charles ample opportunity to see his mother intimately. Had he come out, I would have let him look – maybe even beckoned him closer...... I might have even let him touch her or let him stroke himself. But, it was too late now. Now, all I wanted was to feel the velvety wetness of her pussy around my cock.

Quickly, I stood up and quietly closed the door and lifted my wife from her leaning position. Then climbing up on the bed, I pulled her on top of me and let her find my cock with one hand while she guided it to her pussy and slid down on me. "I want you to make me cum like this..... on top of me." I said to her. "I don't care what you have to do, just make me cum inside you."

A naughty smile crept over my wife's face as I felt her clamp down on my cock. "Did you enjoy that?" She hissed. "Did you enjoy putting me in those positions and exposing me like that? You were hoping our son would come out of his room, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was." I answered. "And if he would have opened his door, I probably would have invited him in to see you like that....... and you would have let me."

"I could have let him watch you suck my cock like you were doing...... I'm sure he would have loved seeing you take my cock to the back of your throat." I added.

"And when I was holding your pussy lips apart, it opened you up better than when you go to the gynecologist, Sweetheart." I continued. "I could see perfectly all the way up into your pussy. That's how I'm going to display you to our son when the time comes. "

Beth was squeezing my cock harder than she's ever squeezed me before. Her eyes were scrunched up and she was pounding her pelvis down on me so hard, I felt my body being pushed down into the mattress and springing back up to meet her. 

"Tomorrow," I whispered up to her, "I want you to wear your sheerest bra and panty set.... the white set with the mesh. The ones where your nipples and your pussy lips show. Promise me you'll do that."

"Uh huh." Beth panted from on top of me.

"And promise me you'll let him see between your legs." I added. "And I mean let him really see you, Beth. I want him to know you're displaying yourself to him. Will you do that?"

"Oh yeah." My wife moaned as she raised her shoulders and sat on top of me.

Her eyes were still shut tight as she wiggled herself down on my cock. I saw an opportunity to reach down and press my thumb against her clit and I took it, which sent her over the edge, causing her to thrash uncontrollably on top of me as her orgasm racked her petite body. 

She went rigid for a few seconds and then fell across my chest, panting and out of breath, and I knew she was in that stage of her climax where all she could do was try to catch her breath. Lovingly, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck and shoulders while she lay on top of me, motionless, almost gasping for air. 

After a few minutes, she lifted her head and looked at me. "That was a strong one." She moaned, pushing the hair out of her eyes and starting to lift herself off my cock. "I still need to make you cum, though."

Without another word between us, she turned herself around and backed her pussy up to my face and softly rubbed her wet lips across my nose. At the same time, she lifted my cock with both her hands and started jacking me while she sucked the head of my cock between her lips and swirled her tongue around it. She knows quite well, I can't last long like this – it's a method she's perfected to a science.

She stopped just long enough to say, "Tell me when you get close so I can put you back inside me. I'm going to squeeze every drop of cum out of your balls."

And just like it always happens, between the sensations created my her hands as they jacked my cock and the way she sucked just around my cock head, I could feel the churning start deep inside me and I knew I was getting close to erupting.

"Alright." I moaned. "I'm getting pretty close."

Quick as a flash, my wife pulled her pussy away from my face, turned around and reached down to guide my cock back inside the warmth of her pussy. Almost immediately, she began squeezing down on me again with her pussy muscles and moving in short strokes up and down my cock. By this time, I already knew I was a goner – there was no way I could stop the explosion of cum that was going to erupt from my cock. All I could do is wait for it to come and enjoy it.

Beth was smiling down at me as she shallow fucked me. "I'll wear that sheer bra and panty set tomorrow, Sam." She said to me. "And I'll let him see between my legs."

"But, if you want me to do more than that," She said, "you're going to have to be there right next to me. I'll do whatever you want me to do tomorrow, I'll even let him fuck me, but, you're going to have to be there, too."

Hearing her say she'd let our son fuck her tomorrow was more than I needed to start emptying my balls into her pussy. And when I started to moan out loud, she sat down on me all the way and wiggled down as far as she could, continuing to squeeze my cock rhythmically as she wiggled.

"Come on baby," Beth moaned, "come in me so you can give my wet, messy panties to our son. I want him to have them while they're warm and wet. I don't care if he's already asleep...... I want you to give them to him tonight...... as soon as we're done..... even if you have to wake him up."

I wasn't sure if she understood what she was saying – maybe it was just talk, but if she was serious, it meant she'd resolved herself to start things off right away. Giving her warm messy panties to our son tonight..... me walking into his room and handing him the panties that had been inside her pussy..... soaked with her pussy juice and my own sperm. It would definitely be a blatantly clear message Charles could only interpret as being an invitation from his mother to share her pussy.

The force of my ejaculation into her pussy was strong, and she smiled as she felt my cock spasm inside of her. "Come on, baby." She urged. "That's it, give me all of it."

When I was finished, she broke into a huge grin and reached around to gather up her hair off her shoulders so she could cool down. She was still on top of me, lightly bouncing as I regained my breath and finally looked up at her and smiled back.

A second later, she pulled herself free of my cock and lay down next to me, rolling onto her side as she faced me and patted my chest. "That was nice." She said, quietly. "I could feel you cumming inside me. It felt like a big one, too."

After we kissed for a few minutes, she pinched one of my nipples lightly and rolled over onto her back and lifted her legs. Then, reaching down to her pussy, she used both hands to spread herself open and said, "Okay, you're up. Take 'em out."

I propped myself up my elbow and looked at Beth. She was grinning at me as she laid there. "You're serious?" I asked. "You want me to give those panties to Charles? Right now?"

"Yes." Beth answered as she giggled. "Unless I'm wrong, he seems to be quite attracted to the panties I put in the hamper that have your sperm on them. If I'm right, this will be a thoughtful present for him and he'll be very appreciative. You can even tell him they were just inside me, and, that I wanted him to have them while they were fresh."

"Besides," Beth added, "it might help break the ice a little between you and him, especially if he knows your cum is on them."

I was instantly hard again, and when I looked down at my cock, she nudged me and told me to hurry up so I could get back in bed.

Just as if I was in a daze, I sat up and crawled between her legs and reached my hands out to her freshly fucked pussy. Her lips were covered with the combination of our secretions, and as she held herself open, she spread her legs some more to make it easy for me to reach inside her.

Carefully, I dipped two fingers into her pussy as she spread herself open as much as she could. Feeling around inside of her, I easily found the silky fabric of the pink panties and gently pulled them out of her, thoroughly enjoying the sight of them slipping through the mouth of her pussy and finally popping free. As they dangled between my fingers, Beth immediately pointed to the door and nodded her head.

"Leave our door open." She said. "If he looks in here and sees me, let him look."

I looked down at my erect cock as I held the sopping wet panties between my fingers and looked up to her. "I'm hard again." I gasped. "Can't this wait a few minutes until it goes down?"

"Go." Beth said, chuckling at my predicament and pointing again at the door. "He's already seen you with an erection, remember?"

I don't remember getting up off the bed, walking to the door and opening it up. I don't even remember walking across the hall and lightly tapping on my son's door. But, I clearly remember how embarrassed I was and the pounding of my pulse in my temples as I heard him say, "Come in."

Swallowing hard, I looked over my shoulder and could plainly see Beth lying there from the chest down. Her legs were still pulled up and I could easily see the pink of her vagina as she held it open. Bravely, I twisted the door knob of my son's door and pushed it open. 

At first, I breathed a sigh of relief to see he was lying on his bed wearing a t-shirt and shorts, typing away on his laptop. But when he looked up at me and his eyes went straight to my hardened cock, I almost lost my nerve.

Holding the silk panties up in front of me, I took the five or six steps across the room and stood at the side of his bed. I tried to speak, but, my mouth was so dry. I couldn't utter a single word. Clearing my throat, I tried to speak again.

"Son," I began, "your mom and I just made love with these panties stuffed inside her vagina. She wanted me to give them to you. They're a little messy with both of our.... uh.... juices, but she wanted you to have them while they were fresh. They're kind of a present from her." 

Charles' face went totally blank as he looked up at the messy panties I was holding in my hand. "I just pulled these out of her...... not more than sixty seconds ago. Do you want them, or not?"

"Well, yeah!" Charles exclaimed. "She wanted me to have them?"

I nodded my head and extended my hand holding the panties towards him. Without any hesitation at all, he reached out and took them from me, his fingers sinking into a large glob of sperm that clung to the pure silk panties.

Not knowing what more I was supposed to say or do, I turned to leave, pulling the door closed behind me as I stepped out into the hall. But, after I closed the door and took a step toward the master bedroom, I thought of one more thing I wanted to tell him. So, hesitating only a few more seconds, I opened his door back up and poked my head inside his room.

He was standing by the side of his bed and his shorts were pushed down to his thighs. He was just starting to work his cock with one hand as he held the silk panties to his face with the other hand. I'm almost sure I saw his tongue touching the panties as I opened the door, and when he turned to look at me, I asked him to remember to thank his mother for the gift, and pulled the door shut again.

Quickly I tiptoed across the hall and closed our door after I entered the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed across from my wife, I looked up at her. "Well?" She asked. "What happened?"

"I think he definitely appreciated it." I said. 

To be continued.



A Very Intimate Family Ch. 03



Author's Note: CAUTION. This story contains some male bi-sexuality. If that disturbs you, then you should probably stop reading and select another story.

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Beth and I rested for a few minutes before we turned off the lights and cuddled up in bed together. I couldn't believe I'd just walked into my son's room naked, with a hard-on, and gave him the juice soaked panties I'd pulled out of my wife's pussy not more than a couple of minutes after we finished making love.

Charles' eagerness to take his mother's messy panties from me and his indifference that they were coated with my cum puzzled me, but, apparently my wife was absolutely confident he'd want them. The way he eagerly reached out for them surely spoke volumes to me, and as I laid there next to Beth cuddling against her breasts, I knew my son was in his room, right now, sniffing and licking those panties as he stroked his cock.

"I'm going into work early tomorrow." Beth said, casually. "I want to get off a little early so I can do some shopping, but, I should be home about the same time as usual."

"Shopping?" I asked. "You mean for groceries?"

"No, silly." Beth said, giggling into my chest. "I want to pick up two or three more sets of that mesh lingerie – like the white ones you want me to wear tomorrow."

"I don't think I'd need more than two or three days worth before we end up switching over to full nudity," she explained, "but, just in case it takes us that long, I want to make sure I have something to wear in front of my two men."

As soon as she explained it to me, it made total sense and I was ecstatically happy she was thinking about what was going to happen the next few days. Along with that, if she was able to find more of the almost see-through bra and panty sets, that's obviously what I wanted her to wear in front of Charles.

"Hey," she said, softly, "can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure." I answered, reaching up to pinch one of her nipples.

"No," she continued, "I mean it. Can't you be serious for a minute?"

"Okay, okay." I replied. "Fire away."

"Well," Beth began, "I think we're both in agreement we'd like to offer our son a chance to be sexual with us, but, I need to know what the limits are. I mean, have you really thought about this?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"For instance," Beth answered, "when the time comes, is anal sex off limits with him? And, should I let him cum in my mouth? My vagina? You know, stuff like that."

In the time she asked her question, my cock engorged itself and I was hard again despite the fact that we'd already made love less than thirty minutes earlier. 

"Truthfully," I replied, "the only limits I can think of are what you will allow, and what you won't allow. As far as I'm concerned, you can take it as far as you want as long as you're not trying to hide it from me."

"I'd never do that, Sweetheart." She said. "I want us to do this together, like we agreed. But, I need to know if I have your blessing to do everything with him that you and I do."

"I don't see why not." I answered. "I'm not going to get jealous, Beth. You can do anything you want with him."

She reached down to stroke my cock, and then said, "That's not exactly what I meant....."

I asked Beth to be honest with me, and she finally got to the point. She asked me how I was going to feel about kissing her, or touching her after she'd had sex with Charles. She wanted to know if I expected her to wash herself or brush her teeth after they'd been together. 

"Hell no." I said, chuckling. "I've been truthful with you since the beginning. If it were up to me, I'd actually prefer it the other way. What I mean is, I've spent years fantasizing about you being with another man and thinking about another man's sperm in your pussy or in your mouth. I want you to feel free to do anything and everything with him."

"As long as you can watch and participate?" Beth asked, in reply. 

"Yes." I answered. "But, let's make sure we remember it's not just me that wants this. It's you, too, as well as Charles. We all get something we want here, that's what makes it so good for us. He's the perfect lover for you, and the perfect addition for us."

I was happy the light was off, because I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment as I continued, telling her I hoped Charles would be open to some touching back and forth between the two of us. 

"Wouldn't that be so perfect?" Beth sighed. "I mean, if the three of us were able to touch and suck and fuck each other openly. Do you think he'd go along with that?"

"Well," I said, "he didn't seem at all concerned when I handed him your panties with my cum all over them a few minutes ago." 

"Let's just play it by ear and see how it goes." I added. "We'll start out with the underwear, like we agreed, and if he shows interest we'll do more. If you get a chance to ask him about it..... you know..... about mutual touching and the three of us playing together, then by all means, bring it up and see what he says."

"Tell me the truth here." Beth asked. "If you got the chance, would you suck him? I mean all the way? Let him cum in your mouth?"

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "As long as he was comfortable with it, of course I would."

"Gawd, I'd love to see that." Beth moaned as she gripped my cock and jerked it up and down for a few seconds. 

"You know, I could help." Beth added. "I could teach you guys how to suck each other, and how to fuck each other. I'm sure the real thing is going to feel much better inside you.... better than our strap-on does. I'd love to help you guys with that."

Well, that sure made me stop and consider things. I remember how emotionally difficult it was for me to actually enjoy the strap-on. And that was just a plastic cock. Sure, we'd fantasized together about having a male lover who would play with me, too, but that was just fantasy. Beth was talking about a real, live cock fucking my ass – my son's cock.

"I'll try to find the right time to feel him out on that." She finally said, giggling at her choice of words. "But, if I had to guess, I'd say he definitely inherited his father's curiosity."

We both fell asleep and I woke up the next morning as Beth was just getting out of the shower to get into the office early. I watched her as she puttered in the bedroom, enjoying the sight of her naked body – her breasts and the hairless lips between her legs.

"I was just thinking," she paused and looked over at me saying, "what if you and Charles went shopping with me later?"

"For lingerie?" I asked. She'd really gotten my attention now.

"Sure." Beth said, smiling over at me. "You guys could help me pick out bras and panties you like, and we could grab a bite to eat and come home and..... uh......"

"And?" I asked.

"Maybe I could model them for you. Both of you." Beth said. 

Before I could react, she added, "You know, I could use some new bras and panties. Some of my camisoles have seen better days, and......"

"Yeah! That sounds good." I answered, sitting up in the bed. 

Beth snickered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reached under the sheet and grabbed my now hard cock. "I knew you'd like that." She whispered. "We could turn it into a whole evening, Sweetheart."

I stopped to think about it, and she had a point there. If things went okay, we might even be able to use it as the reason for Charles to get his first look at his mother naked. My mind went in several directions after that; there were endless possibilities all cleverly surrounding the purchase of a few pieces of lingerie. 

"I'm thinking you might need a whole bunch of new things." I replied. "Charles and I would be happy to give you our opinion as you tried things on. I mean, it's the least we can do, right?"

Beth squeezed my cock and smiled. "My thoughts exactly." Beth answered. "I'd probably have to stand in front of you..... twirl around.... bend over..... let you guys look at me. Don't you think?"

"Well, if you want us to give you our opinions, I think you'd have to." I agreed. "We'd have to feel the material and check the fit, too."

"Absolutely." Beth answered, smiling along with me. 

We bantered back and forth in a comical fashion, reasoning out why it would be a good idea for Charles and me to watch her model her lingerie. We were talking around it, but, we both knew exactly what would probably happen. 

I asked her what we were going to tell Charles and she looked at me and chuckled. "We'll tell him the truth." She said, quite convincingly. "We'll just say if I'm going to start wearing just bras and panties around the house I'd rather not be seen in those ratty old things I've had in my drawer. How's that?"

I could see the excitement in Beth's eyes, and, telling Charles the truth had its merits. It would definitely set the stage for an enchanting evening and start him thinking about the possibilities that might unfold between the three of us. Plus, it would seem plausible and provide a natural flow for what could happen.  

"I want him to see you naked tonight." I said, quietly. "Promise me that will happen."

"That's up to you." Beth answered, bending down to kiss me. "As far as I'm concerned, whatever happens is fine. I'll go along with it."

"But," she quickly added, "I want it to be just like we already talked about. I want you to be the one to expose me to him. You have to be the one to make the first move. Okay?"

My cock was throbbing. I reached down to grab myself but she asked me not to masturbate this morning. "I'd like you to be really ready in case this works out like we're thinking." Beth said. "And, maybe you should get Charles up after I leave and keep him busy all day so he doesn't have time to get himself off, either." 

Beth was smiling as she said it, but, I was right with her on that. So, as she stood up and finished getting dressed, I got up and started thinking how I could keep Charles busy all day. As Beth was finishing her make up, I got a brilliant idea.

The faucet fixtures in the master bathroom needed to be replaced. They made noises from time to time when we turned them on, and today was a wonderful day to pull them out and replace them – a job I knew would take us most of the day. It would give me time to set the stage for our shopping adventure and plant the seeds of thought in Charles mind about the evening's possibilities. 

So, the instant Beth left that morning, I went into the bathroom, threw a little water on the floor, and some on the vanity and then stepped back to look at it. Satisfied that Charles would bite on my sneaky plan, I walked across the hall to his room and knocked loudly on his door.

I knocked twice and then opened the door. He was still sleeping, but, as I called his name, he lifted his head and looked up at me.

"Hey, Buddy," I said in an urgent tone, "we've got a water leak in the bathroom. Can you come give me a hand for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, sure." My son answered, throwing back the covers and sitting up out of his bed. 

I hurried out, going back to the bathroom where I got down on my hands and knees with a bath towel to make it look like I was trying to get the water up off the floor. When Charles came in, I looked up at him with an exasperated look on my face.

"The damn faucet just blew out." I told him. "Water went everywhere." 

Now, Charles has no idea how a faucet works or the principals behind it, so he immediately accepted my explanation. 

"We're gonna have to replace it." I groaned. "Can you help me out?"

Charles is good about helping both his Mom and me around the house, so of course, he agreed. I told him we might as well replace both faucet fittings with something nice from the hardware store and he just nodded his head. Fifteen minutes later, we were in the car on the way to the hardware store. It was still early – maybe seven o'clock that morning, so I pulled into a fast food place and told him we could get some breakfast and coffee there before we tackled the faucets. As we ate and drank our coffee, I began setting our snare. 

"Hey," I said, quite matter-of-factly, "Mom asked if we wanted to go out with her this afternoon to do some shopping and have an early dinner out somewhere."

"Shopping?" Charles moaned. "With Mom? Dad, are you kidding? You know what that's gonna be like?"

I chuckled to myself when he said that. This was going to be so easy......

I looked up at Charles as I took a sip of my coffee and said, "She wants to shop for lingerie, Son. She said if she was going to be wearing bras and panties around the house from now on, she didn't want to be wearing her old, ratty stuff."

"And," I added, "she wants us to help her pick out new bras and panties."

"Oh." Charles answered, looking up at me with a surprised look on his face. "Really?" He asked.

"That's right." I said. "Interested now?"

"Yeah." Charles said excitedly. "That would be pretty cool."

"That's almost exactly what I said." I replied, smiling up at him. "So, we'll just go along, give her our opinions, help her pick out some stuff and then we'll go eat. Sound okay to you?"

Charles was all for it, and I snickered to myself as step one of our nasty plan was accomplished. Soon, we left for the hardware store and spent an hour there picking out new faucet fixtures and all the various items we'd need to pull the two existing fixtures out and replace them. On the way back, I launched step two of our plan.

"So," I began, as I drove, "if we're going to be the ones to help pick out her new bras and panties, I'm thinking we ought to have a strategy before we get over there."

"A strategy?" Charles replied. 

"For sure." I answered. "I don't know about you, but, I'd prefer we walk out of the lingerie store with cute and sexy stuff instead of granny panties and armor plated knocker lockers."

Charles broke into a good belly laugh after I said that. 

"I just think we should have a strategy about what we're going to like and what we're going to suggest." I followed up quickly. "That way we can have some influence over what she picks out."

"That seems reasonable." Charles said, agreeing with me. "I like the idea of cute and sexy."

"And, if we play it right," I added, "once she's got a handful of stuff in her arms, we could start complaining about being hungry and suggest she could..... you know.... try on everything at home." 

I let that sink in for a minute before I added, "We could offer to let her model for us once we got back to the house."

Charles squirmed in his seat next to me, reaching down to adjust himself so the growing bulge in his pants wouldn't be uncomfortable. Once I saw what he was doing, I did the same, pushing my hard-on to the side so it would have more room in my jeans. 

"We're gonna be in our underwear, too?" Charles asked.

"That's the deal we made." I reminded him. "Remember?"

"Yeah, but....." Charles groaned, "Dad, I probably won't to be able to keep from...... you know.... getting a little hard if we do that. She's gonna see it." 

"I know." I said, as I drove. "It'll be the same for me, I'm sure. But, don't worry about it. Trust me, she'll see it as a compliment." 

I glanced over at Charles and he was sitting there with a miniature grin on his face as he stared out the window. I could just image what was going through his head visualizing his mother trying on her new wardrobe of bras and panties and modeling them for us. 

With step two of the plan now complete, I let it go for now, thinking it was best to let everything I'd said so far percolate in his head for a while. 

Once we got home, we cleared the junk out from under the sinks and set out on the task to remove both of the old faucets. I showed him how to do it right, replacing the lines from the cutoff valve up to the fixture and how to use the wrenches correctly. All in all, it was two o'clock before we were done, and I knew his mother would be walking through the door in less than an hour.

Suggesting we both take showers and put on some clean clothes before she got home, he agreed and took off for his room. I stripped down in our bathroom and was just about to turn on the water in the shower when Charles called out to me and appeared in the bathroom doorway while I stood there naked.

He turned to leave, but I stopped him, asking him what he wanted. When he turned around, I faced him and his eyes went straight to my soft cock. He stammered for a second and then asked what he should wear shopping and out to dinner. 

Honestly, I probably should have given him a straight answer and let him go take his shower, but, when I saw his eyes drop down between my legs a second time, I made a conscious decision to keep him engaged in conversation a little while longer. 

I asked him where he wanted to go eat, and stood there with my hands on my hips while he tried to think about that. The only problem was, after a second, he was openly staring at my cock again. Seeing where his eyes were focused, I started getting hard and once he saw my growing penis, he looked up at me with a half-guilty look on his face.  

"It's no big deal, Son." I said. "All guys have dicks, and, dicks get hard. It's no different than last night. You saw mine and I saw yours."

We stood there for about thirty seconds looking at each other. His eyes kept looking down at my rising cock, and I kept getting harder and harder. 

"Being curious is natural." I said. "You looked at guys in the locker room at school, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but...." Charles replied, "everyone tries not to stare..... you can't really..... uh...."

"Well I don't care if you look." I said with an even tone. "I'm not embarrassed and you shouldn't be embarrassed, either. It's not wrong to be curious..... to look and compare."

With that, Charles must have decided it was okay to look at my cock, and once I saw it in his eyes, I simply let him. As I stood there in front of him, I got completely erect. At first, it was a little unnerving, but when he continued to watch and looked up at me searching for my approval, I told him both his mother and I had no problems being naked in front of him.

He didn't say anything as he looked at me, and this went on for two or three more minutes before I decided to cut it off by telling him his mother would be home soon and if we wanted to get to the lingerie store, we ought to get going with our showers.

I told him to go with jeans and a t-shirt since that's what I was going to wear and he nodded and then just turned and walked out. I have to say it actually felt good, standing there in front of him naked. And, as I thought about that, my cock stated to throb to the point where I reached down and tugged on it a little bit until I remembered how Beth made me promise I wouldn't jerk myself off before she left for work. 

I took a nice, long shower. Relaxing under the hot water as I thought about all the different possibilities, my cock stayed hard and I was daydreaming when I heard Beth's voice.

"You almost done in there?" She asked.

Sliding back the glass doors of the shower, I saw Beth in the doorway of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "Are you being a good boy in there?" Beth asked. "You're not pulling anything in there, are you?"

"I'll be out in a second." I answered, keeping my body behind the frosted doors so she couldn't see my hard-on.

She closed the door and I finished rinsing off, and then got out and dried myself with the towel and hung it up on the towel bar. When I opened the bathroom door and took a step out into our bedroom to get dressed, Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed....... and she was talking to Charles. 

He was already done with his shower and dressed, and when I stepped out into our bedroom totally naked, they both looked over at me. Acting as if this was a completely normal occurrence with us, I pretended it was no biggie. Inside, though, my heart was thumping and I was incredibly nervous - unsure exactly how this was going to go over with my wife.




A Very Intimate Family Ch. 03



I shouldn't have been concerned, though, because Beth played it perfectly. She casually got up, walked up to me, stood to the side and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I noticed she didn't block me from Charles' view, but what really caught my attention was the way she pressed her breasts into my body and rubbed them against me in front of our son.

Then, as smooth as you can believe, she said we ought to get going so we could get our shopping done in time to miss the dinner rush at the restaurants. As she said it, she casually walked to my dresser, pulled open my underwear drawer and fished around in there until she pulled out the absolute last pair of underwear I would have selected to wear.

She bought this underwear for me two years ago for our anniversary; sexy male showoff boxers. They were extremely light weight and thin, made of flimsy white nylon with a large opening in the front that never stayed closed. I'd only worn them three times and only when Charles was gone overnight and we had the house to ourselves. They weren't meant as real underwear – they were meant for playtime, and Beth knew that.

She glanced over at Charles and asked how it went with the faucets. Kneeling down in front of me while she carried on the conversation with our son, she held the boxers open and gestured for me to step into them. I went along with her, stepping into the flimsy boxers and stood there while she pulled them up my legs and adjusted them on my hips. The only thing was, my cock slipped through the front opening as she drew them up my legs, and as she stood up beside me, I was left standing there with my cock flopped out in front of both of them

I couldn't have imagined, not in my wildest dreams, what she was going to do next, but, the way she did it made it seem so perfectly natural, I was blown away.

Just as casually as could be, and right in the middle of her conversation with Charles about the faucets, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock. She didn't hold it long, maybe three seconds, before she gently pushed it through the fly of the boxers and glanced up at me.

I have to say right here that I could have adjusted this myself, or, she could have done it in less than a second. But, the time she took just holding my cock in her hand in front of our son was so obvious, even I could tell she paused and held my cock for no other reason than for Charles to see her holding my penis in her hand.

And, he saw exactly what she did, there's no question about it. His eyes were glued to his mother's hand as she held me and I'm sure he picked up on the fact that she lingered there too long.

"Okay," Beth said unceremoniously, "I did my part to help get you dressed, you can do the rest yourself."

Then, as nonchalantly as you've ever seen, she took a few steps toward the hallway. "I swear," she chuckled, "sometimes I don't know what the two of you would do without me."

A second later, she was disappearing down the hallway telling me to hurry up and get dressed, adding she'd wait for me downstairs. After Beth had gone, Charles and I made eye contact with each other and we both broke into smiles at the same time. Without saying a word, he turned and followed her down the hallway and down the stairs, leaving me alone in the bedroom to consider what just happened.

As I got dressed, I thought about what impression Beth's bold actions might have left on Charles. What she'd done had an obvious sexual overtone, and she'd done it in such a brilliant, innocent manner. She basically showed Charles that she could, and would, touch my cock in front of him. Not only that, but because she didn't react to the overtly sexual meaning of her actions, I think she set the stage for her to do it again – for her to touch my penis in front of him, again.

I stopped dead in my tracks, though, when I wondered if Charles got the impression she might do the same to him, too. 

"Holy shit!" My mind screamed. "Was that her intent? Was she trying to show Charles that she had the capacity to touch him in a way that appeared innocent, but was actually very much sexually motivated?"

I shook my head as I grabbed my keys and wallet and went downstairs to join them. On the way, I adjusted my cock in my jeans so they wouldn't see my excited condition and tried to appear calm, cool and collected when they saw me. And, as I took my last step down the stairs and turned into the kitchen, Charles and Beth were waiting for me chatting away just as if nothing unusual had happened. As soon as Beth saw me, she shook her head in mock disgust and asked me if I was finally ready to go. 

"Be nice." I quipped back. "I just spent most of my day replacing the facets in the bathroom for you. I think you can cut me some slack, wouldn't you say?"

Beth sauntered up to me and very melodramatically, gave me a coy face and placed her hands on my chest. "Oh, that's why I love you so much." Beth cooed. "But, we're wasting time, so let's go and I'll thank you properly later."

Driving to the mall, Beth sat in the front seat next to me and reached out to grasp my hand as I drove. Charles was recounting, in detail, our adventure in the bathroom replacing the faucets. As he talked, Beth and I stole glances at each other and smiled back and forth. I could tell from the look on her face and the sparkle in her eyes that she wasn't really paying attention to what Charles was saying. Instead, her head was filled with thoughts about what was going to happen tonight.

But, as we turned into the mall, Beth surprised me when she found the perfect opportunity to glance over her shoulder at Charles in the backseat and told him how much she appreciated our work in the bathroom, adding she'd have to find a way to thank him later, too.

My cock lurched in my jeans as she turned back to the front, glanced at me and squeezed my hand as she grinned. 

As I parked the car, Beth shifted in her seat. She took a deep breath and started to speak as she looked back at Charles from time to time.

"Normally," Beth began, "I wouldn't dare drag either of you shopping with me because I know how much you loathe following me from store to store, looking at your watches and wondering when I'll be done." 

"But," she continued, "if we're going to relax the dress code at the house and be running around in our underwear, I'd like to pick out some nice things, and, I'd appreciate your opinions. So, I know this might be asking a lot, but, if you can put up with this long enough for me to find what I'm looking for, we can get out of here and find a place to have a quiet, peaceful dinner at a reasonable time."

"Sure." Charles agreed. "I'm cool with that."

Beth looked at me, and I agreed too. "Okay then," Beth said, opening the door, "let's go."

As we walked away from the car, Beth reached out and hooked her arm in through Charles' arm, and then did the same with me. She smiled as we walked together, arm-in-arm, the three of us together. 

"I like this." Beth giggled as we walked. "I've got the two men I love the most in the whole world right here beside me. Think how jealous all the other women in the mall will be when they see me with you two cuties." 

You should have seen the way Charles started to beam when Beth pulled Charles and me closer into her and chuckled out loud. "Now, if I catch either of you looking at any other girls while we're here, you're dead meat." She said, jokingly. "You're my guys, so no wandering eyes."

I'm never surprised at the way Beth can come up with the most unique way to say something. Of course, I knew this was her way of continuing the euphemistic pressure on Charles. She wasn't being explicitly obvious about anything, but, the connotations of what she'd said was so clear, I'm absolutely confident Charles' mind had to be in overload by now.

Beth was still smiling as she guided us into the anchor store at the end of the mall. We rarely shop there because the prices are typically beyond what we're willing to pay. But as we approached the entrance, she casually mentioned they had a very large lingerie department with some really cute things. 

We had to ride the escalator upstairs to find the lingerie department, and as we rode, Beth whispered to the two of us we should probably stay together so the other women shoppers wouldn't be alarmed by two men roaming around the racks of bras and panties while they shopped for their own intimate apparel. 

It made sense to me, and as we stepped off the escalator and wound our way into the sea of soft and silky bras and panties, Beth pulled her arms away from us and led the way with us right behind her.

At first, she just browsed – looking around at the displays as we came upon them. After a few minutes, she seemed to be more dedicated about where she was going and before too long, we were standing at a display rack of very shear bras and panties. 

Watching her reach out and pull one of the bras from the display, she ran her fingers underneath the cup of the bra as if to see how sheer it was. She needn't have done that, because anyone could see that it was absolutely see through. Her fingers were perfectly visible, and as I looked over at Charles, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows.

"What do you think?" Beth asked, looking first at me, and then at Charles. "These might be comfortable for lounging."

"Yeah." I said, immediately. "I think they're perfect."

She reached out and picked up a pair of matching panties and held them up. They were just as sheer as the bras were, with the exception of the patch of cotton sewn into the crotch. She turned directly to Charles and held the panties out, thrusting them into his hands. "Do you think these are cute?" She asked. 

It was probably mean of her to put him on the spot like that. Poor Charles turned red and looked at his mother not exactly sure what to say. He tried to say something intelligible for a few seconds, but Beth didn't let him flounder very long. Taking them back in her hands, she simply said she liked them and didn't really care if we did, or not. 

Charles and I watched as she picked through the racks and selected three of those mesh bras: one pink, one white and one beige, and then picked out matching panties of the same color. There was no doubt in my mind that these would do absolutely nothing to hide her breasts, nipples and pussy from her son's eyes.

She handed me the thin garments, asking me sweetly if I could carry them for her while she looked around some more. And, as I took them for her, she saw a display that caught her eye and walked in that direction, leaving Charles and I standing there looking at each other. He got a small smile on his face and in less than a second, we were both nodding our heads in silent agreement that so far, the shopping trip was going well.

We caught up with Beth as she was looking through a rack of slinky camisoles. "These are so comfy." Beth said, looking at me. "You wouldn't have to wear a bra with these, you can just kinda let 'em hang out."

The camisoles were light and silky. They had a deep scoop in front front with lace across the bodice, and as she reached in to select one marked a size larger than she needed, I knew it would hang so loosely on her, her bare breasts would easily be visible from the side and down the front if she bent over. "This will work." Beth said, turning toward Charles to see if he'd carry it for her.

Unfortunately, Charles wasn't paying attention and he didn't hear her. He was standing next to us, but, his attention was thoroughly captivated by the display of panties no more than five feet away from where we were standing. Beth quickly glanced at me, handed me the camisole and walked to another display and began looking.

"Come on, Buddy." I said to Charles, leaning in close to him and gesturing over to where his mother was now browsing. 

Charles seemed startled when he finally heard me, and then realizing his mother wasn't next to him anymore, he looked up at me quickly and nodded his head. Together, we walked around the racks and joined Beth while she looked at a few more bras, but, she elbowed me after a minute and pointed to Charles without drawing any attention. Curiously, he was once again looking at that same display of panties. Obviously, there was something there that caught his eye.

We both watched Charles as Beth picked out a silky yellow bra and the matching panties. The whole time Beth stood at the rack, she glanced up at Charles every thirty seconds to see if he'd turn around and pay attention to what she was doing. But, he never did. I even rustled against the rack trying to make some noise, but he never noticed.

Beth and I looked at each other and then back to our son. I hunched my shoulders when she glanced over at me and she seemed just as puzzled as I was. Then finally handing me the bra and panties she'd selected at that rack, she walked right up to Charles, hooked her arm into his and took him directly to the display he'd been staring at.

I followed them over there and stood behind Beth as they looked at what was there. She still had her arm hooked into his, and I overheard her when she leaned in toward Charles and spoke very softly.

"You like these?" Beth asked, quietly. "You've been staring at them for the last ten minutes."

Charles turned around to look at me, and when he did, his face was beet red. It was like I'd just caught him with his hands in the proverbial cookie jar. It was a mix of panic and guilt, and as soon as Beth saw it, she tugged on his arm and asked him again if he liked these panties.

Charles nodded his head and upon seeing that, Beth reached out to pick up a pair of the panties from the display and held them up. 

Obviously, these were not your normal, everyday panties. They were clearly much fancier than that, made from a very soft and shiny fabric. But, that wasn't the thing that made them unique. It was the rows of curly ruffles across the back of the panties that made them so unusual.

"They're cute." Beth said, holding the panties up in front of Charles. Then, handing them to our son, she reached out, picked up another pair and turned to face Charles. "Don't they look comfortable?" She asked, softly. 

Charles had to clear his throat twice before he could answer her. "Yeah." He mumbled. Then, turning to look at me again, I saw the blush on his face spread to his neck and ears, and I immediately knew something was going on with him.

"Maybe I should get a pair." Beth said in an upbeat tone. 

"Uh huh." Charles said, quickly.

"Actually, these are really cute." Beth added. "I like the ruffles. It gives them that innocent 'girly' look. Right?"

Charles looked back at me again, but this time he didn't make eye contact for long. As soon as I looked at him, he immediately turned back to his mother, closed his eyes and answered her by nodding his head.

Very casually, Beth reached out to take the bras and panties I was carrying from me. She pointed over across the main aisle into the sleepwear section and asked if I wouldn't mind going over to see if I could find her a simple, rayon nightshirt. "Something not too long, and not too short." She asked. After she said it, she gave me a steady stare and told me to take my time. 

Okay, I'm not stupid. I know she was asking me to give her some time alone with Charles. So, just as calmly as she asked, I said, "Sure, I'll go see what I can find."

I left them standing there, and calmly walked out of the lingerie department, crossed the main aisle and disappeared into the sea of racks and displays of robes and nightgowns. I was temped to turn back and look at them, but I didn't. I waited until I'd crossed behind numerous displays, snaked my way along the wall and ducked behind a tall rack of thick, terrycloth robes that were hanging up. 

I edged my head around the display until I could see Beth and Charles standing closely together. It looked like they were whispering, with Beth leaning in and looking up at Charles' face. As I watched, he turned to see if he could see me, and then satisfied he wasn't being watched, he turned back to his mother and said something to her.

I watched for a couple of minutes as they spoke back and forth, and then was completely taken aback when she reached up to his cheek and brushed her thumb across his face. I'd seen her do that numerous times when he was a kid – when he'd start to cry and she'd use her hands to wipe away his tears.

Of course, I was concerned and had no idea what would bring our son to the point of tears in the middle of a department store. But, knowing this had something to do with the fact that we were in the lingerie section of the store along with the panties they were looking at, I was sure Beth was better off handling it than I was.

I watched them for a few more minutes. They were looking at the panties again and Beth was reaching out to the display and turning to look at him as she did. Soon, she seemed to be smiling and had even nudged Charles playfully and given him a quick hug as they stood there. 

Charles turned to look for me again, and not seeing me, turned back to his mother. The next thing I knew, they were walking between the racks and talking back and forth as they walked directly to the sales counter where a woman smiled at the two of them while she rung up and wrapped Beth's new lingerie in a fancy shopping bag.

Seeing them turn toward where I ought to be, I immediately looked around and luckily found a rack of nightgowns close to where I was hiding. Facing away from where they would come from, I began calmly looking through the rack of nightgowns knowing any second they would stumble upon me and I wanted it to look like I was trying to find the rayon nightgown she'd sent me to find. 

"Having any luck?" I heard from a few feet away.

Turning to glance over at Beth and Charles, I made a frustrated face. "There's probably a thousand nightgowns here." I replied. "I can't find what you wanted. I'm not even sure they carry something like that."

"Oh, forget it then." Beth chuckled. "We've spent enough money here already. And besides, I bet the two of you are hungry by now."

On the way out of the mall, I couldn't detect anything out of the ordinary with Charles or Beth, so I decided to let it go for now and made the decision that tonight would be a good night to treat the family to Charles' favorite steak house. And, not much longer after that, we were sitting in the restaurant looking at menus. 

After a few minutes, Charles excused himself to go to the restroom, and when he did I asked Beth what happened back at the store. What she told me took my breath away and caused my cock to harden.

Apparently, Charles was very interested in the ruffled panties. "Very interested." Beth emphasized. I didn't really understand what she was saying, but when she spelled it out for me, saying Charles was interested in the ruffled panties for himself, I was stunned. 

"He was so embarrassed." Beth explained. "He started to cry. He wanted them so bad, I finally told him I'd buy a pair for me, and, a pair for him if he'd be brave enough to wear them with me."

"He's afraid of what you'll say." She added. "I told him you'd be fine with it, but, you're going to have to convince him of that. Okay?"

At that instant, I got a vision of my son standing naked in front of his mother as she dressed him, bending down to pull the ruffled panties up his legs and tucking his hard, straining cock down into them. Totally immersed in that vision, I was unable to answer Beth until she called my name a couple of times to get my attention.

"Yeah." I said. "Of course. I'm totally fine with that."

To be continued.