The Family Secret
On December 17, 1989, a drunk driver hit my family and I and all I had was a bruised shin, but my parents and my sister were not as fortunate. My sister had a broken arm, collarbone and stitches in her head. My mom had a cut up leg and a shattered arm, which required a metal bar to keep together. My dad died due to the crushing impact of the steering wheel into his chest. We were on our way to Medieval Times to celebrate my birthday after about 3 months. I got over his death, but that terrible memory gets dug up on every birthday of mine on my 18th birthday in 1995 and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I completely skipped my birthday even though my mom and my sister had prepared one for me. I returned home later that evening to find my mom and sister chatting. I saw a look of concern in their eyes and assumed that they were either worried about why I was not there or if they realized that I just could not stand the ugly memories that my birthday brought up. My second thought was right. I sat down with them and my mom immediately grasped me and cried. I began to cry as well. At that point we all spilt our guts about every way that each of us was still being affected by that tragic day an hour later, we all felt better about it. We continued to do this conversation on a monthly basis. By the time my next birthday came around, I was actually able to enjoy it for the first time in years. It was wonderful to finally enjoy a birthday and after we were finished with the celebration. We started a fire in our fireplace and sat around it and started chatting about things other than dad. The conversations went until about 10:30 then we watched Grease. After the movie, we went off to bed. I gave mom a goodnight hug as we embraced. I felt her hand go down to my butt and lightly grasp it. My eyes went wide but I kept it to myself. The next evening my sister went to bed early and left mom and me out watching TV. Once she was in bed, I asked my mom why she grasped my butt last night. She said it was just an accident, but I could see that she was hiding something eventually we all went to bed over the next few weeks; I noticed that my mom was coming closer and closer to the border of invading my privacy. For instance, when I got up in the morning and was in the process of dressing, she would come in to say good morning then suddenly turn when she saw me naked, but each time, getting a quick glance at me. One weekend, the computer club, which I was a member of at school planned a party in which we would bring all our computers and hook them up to play games against each other unfortunately as we finished setting up, there was a black out. We waited for about 30 minutes then a school official came in stating that this entire side of town was blacked out. We repacked our equipment then I gave my mom a call to pick me up, but I got no answer. I then asked a friend of mine to take me home. I was back home and entered the door. The lights were out here as well. I brought my stuff in and set it by the door. I then looked around the house but could not see a single thing. I went to the garage to see if the car was gone. The car was still there. I went back inside and lay down in my bed. I had nearly does off when I heard a weird moan. It was so faint that I thought it was my imagination at first, but as I exited my room the noise became louder. I recognized the moans as moans of lovemaking. I assumed my mom found a boyfriend, but I didn’t like the idea that she was having sex with him so early in the relationship. I sat out in the darkness of the family room hoping to catch a glimpse of the guy. I dosed off after about 20 minutes. I was suddenly awoken by the sound of a door opening. My eyes were used to the dark by then and I saw two people come out. One was my mom who I could easily make out. The other person I could not make out, but instead of going out of the house The other person went further down the hall towards my room and my sister’s. My mom went out towards the kitchen and that is when I got up and followed the other person. The other person went in to my sister’s room. I followed him and saw him get in her bed. All of a sudden the lights came back on blinding both of us in the process. Once I could clearly see, I made a shocking discovery. The “him” was a “her,” my sister! She gasped at the site of me. I asked what was going on. She was silent. Then I heard another gasp from behind. It was my mom, nude! With my eyes wide open I constantly looked back and forth at each of them while thinking to myself, “incest?” I started asking questions and telling them what I saw to the point that they decided to tell me their little secret incest! You two are having sex!” I said they both nodded and admitted what they have been doing it for the last month. I was shocked beyond belief. They noticed that I was getting a hard on from seeing them naked. They both began trying to seduce me, but I retreated into my room. I stayed there for about 20 min. think why they would do such a thing. At the same time I kept visualizing them naked and how beautiful they looked in the nude. I open my door and heard them talking out in the family room. I walked into the room and found them still nude. Hesitating whether or not to join them, I let my curiosity win. I joined them and sat by my mom. My mom is 47 but amazingly beautiful for someone of her age. She has long, wavy, very blonde hair. She was also overweight and has a plump, shaved pussy, but that was just perfect for me since. I find BBW more attractive. Her breasts are very large and stand out quite a bit and her ass, Wow! Very soft and not even the biggest pair of hands could fully grasp it. My sister is one year younger than I am, and has the face and hair of Tinkerbell, so sweet. Her pussy is shaved, small and tight, while her breasts are medium sized and perfectly rounded they told me how it got started.