"Hey Dad, can I use your computer?" I asked my father. He was sitting at the dinning room table, doing work on his apple laptop. He was 47, pretty muscular for a dad, and had blondish brown hair. I was an only child, and my mother was out of town all weekend, so it was just the two of us. "Sure, honey. What do you need it for?" He closed what he was doing and handed the computer to me. "Oh, I just want to work on a projec...

I had just gotten home from my weekend job at the supermarket. It was a Friday night, and I was tired and ready to go to bed. I went upstairs to use the bathroom and brush my teeth, and I found my mother in our giant bathtub. She had her neck leaned back against the wall, her feet sticking out over the edge, and the tops of her breasts were just visible over the bubbles. Just looking at them turned me on. I cleared my thr...