Ralph Burton was a 59 year-old retired business executive living with his wife, Betty, on a quite cul-de-sac. His life had been perfect and retirement was proving to be more so. He had his health and his family and his money in the bank. He had the money because he'd come to believe that the stock derivatives and bonds so popular with banks and businesses weren't really worth shit. He got out before they showed their true colors, and he took his money out with him. He had the family because he truly loved them. He loved all of them, deeply, and with absolute commitment. His health? Well, that was just clean living.
He sat watching his granddaughter graduate from high school feeling a swelling of pride in his chest. She graduated near the top of her class, proving that beauty and smarts went together just fine. He squeezed his wife's hand and then looked down the row at Cathy's parents and brother, smiling proudly. On he and his wife's other side sat his daughter, Doris, and her son, Bill.
Bill was resting his hand on his mother's thigh, stroking her slightly, and Doris was smiling that vacant little smile she wore when she was feeling especially amorous. Ralph scowled down toward them but they didn't see. Fortunately, Ralph's nephew, Dave, and his wife were seated next to Bill. Dave saw Ralph scowling and elbowed the idiot kid, indicating that he should quit rubbing his mother's thigh in public.
Bill was a nice kid, but he wasn't really up to speed on the family lifestyle. He'd learn soon enough. All he knew now was how to fuck for hours on end without tiring. That was why Doris had sneaked into his room and blown him one night right after his eighteenth birthday. Her husband had been dead over a year, and she was used to getting it regularly. His cock was handy, and they loved each other all ready, so why not? Ralph could think of many reasons why not, but apparently Doris knew her son well enough to know he wouldn't object.
Now, six months after his mom started fucking his brains out, the little rascal had fucked his aunt and grandmother and his cousin Dave's wife Amy and her daughter Ginny. All of them enjoyed his youthful enthusiasm and his terminally hard pecker, but none of them would do it on video. Ralph dearly loved his family videos.
That was what was different about the Burtons. Their incest wasn't a secret thing perpetrated between two guilty family members. Theirs was a lusty sexuality that had begun with his wife, Betty and Kent and spread quickly through a historically over sexed family. His family, and the family of his late brother loved to take their pleasure as a group.
Looking at the last of the graduates leave the stage and standing to applaud with the rest of the audience, he was glad that Kent and Sally had more sense than Doris. Just as Dave and Amy had done, they weren't telling their children anything about the family secret. Carter found out, and he opted to join them, but he didn't tell Cathy. Let her have her life. She'd probably find out sometime, but at least she wasn't being dragged in like Bill was. And, like the other family members, she could decide for herself when she did find out. But not today.
Of course, knowing Bill, it was quite possible that he raped his mother and she was covering it up by pretending it was her idea.
Emily and Robert Porter sat with Danny and watched their daughter accept her diploma feeling proud enough to burst. Well, the parents did, anyway. Danny was picturing her walking across the stage naked.
Emily felt much better now that she'd let her daughter know how she felt. It was in the open and there was no more need to talk about it, so she was able to enjoy the sight of her daughter shedding her youth and moving on into adulthood. Life was much better today.
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The Porter Party was a sedate affair, with relatives eating sandwiches and drinking punch and telling tales of long ago youth while Elaine's friends and parents dropped in to congratulate the graduate and drop off cards. It was a hectic afternoon for Emily, exciting for Elaine, and dull as hell for Danny. Robert was content to watch his handsome family and think of how lucky he was. For him, the day was perfect.
When Tillman stopped by with his parents, Danny took the opportunity escape. The two of them went into the house and sat at the kitchen table where they could see their parents talking but avoid having to contribute.
"You say your dad doesn't know?" Tillman was watching his mother with Emily Porter, trying to see if there was anything special about their attitude toward each other. Nothing. They looked like two moms.
"I don't think so," Danny said. "Not about her and Mrs. Trent. Sure as hell not about that card game."
"Damn." Tillman shifted uncomfortably, knowing that he had to ask sometime but not wanting to know. Finally, he said, "Did you see her at the party?"
"Who?" Danny didn't get the question at first and looked at his friend in confusion.
"At the card party," Tillman said. "You know, back in the doorway." He sure wasn't going to say who if Danny didn't know.
"Oh. Yeah, I saw her. Didn't know if you did."
"I did."
They sat quietly a moment, each trying to bridge the gap without sounding either stupid or heartless.
"It was just a quick look," Danny said at last. "It was darker in the living room. She kinda . . ."
"Kinda blended in." Tillman smiled, then laughed. "Yeah, if that had been your mom standing there, she'd have been glowing like neon."
Danny laughed. It was going to be all right. "You saw plenty of my mom," he said.
"You sure I can't fuck your mom?" Tillman teased.
"Only if I get to fuck yours." Danny tested the waters. When Tillman didn't object, he relaxed. "Probably doesn't like white meat."
"Why not? She must have liked those white women," Tillman said, somewhat sourly. Then he sighed, smiling. "Hey, you can fuck my sister, Sherona. She just got divorced so she's probably desperate. Maybe even take your scrawny ass if she can't get a real man."
"Which sister?"
"Sherona. My oldest sister."
"No shit? Really? The tall one, right? Not the stumpy one."
"No, Cherie's the short one. Sherona is 24, was married about two years till she dumped the asshole. Cherie is 23 and not real liable to get married any time soon. She's a real bitch. Sherona is all right, though."
"So it's a deal? My sister for yours?"
Tillman laughed. "Yeah, you wish. Hell, I wish. How about my sister for your mother?"
"No way. You're getting hot for my mom, aren't you? Wanna go MILF hunting?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe I'd settle for a look at that video of yours."
Danny grinned, knowing that he'd be feeling guilty as hell about it later, but wanting to show off his mother in action right now. He led Tillman upstairs wondering if there was some way to drag his sister out of the party to watch the video with them. Two guys watching porn together seemed a little bit too gay to Danny. And if the porn involved one of the guy's parents, well, he didn't know how to describe what that felt like.
