My Family Tradition

My name is Ethan, and I was twenty-one years old when I discovered that my family was nothing like I had imagined. What I thought was a typical upper-middle-class American family was actually a carefully guarded secret society of pleasure, tradition, and taboo desires that stretched back generations. This is the story of how I became initiated into the family secret during one unforgettable summer at our ancestral lake house—a summer that would transform me from a naive college student into a man who understood the true meaning of family bonding.

It started the day my father announced he couldn't join us for the annual family reunion. "Ethan, I need you to go in my place," he said, barely looking up from his laptop. "Your mother and the others are already up at the lake house. Someone needs to represent our branch of the family."

I should have wondered why he seemed so eager to avoid the trip. I should have questioned the knowing smile that crossed his face when he handed me the keys to the cabin. But I was too distracted by the thought of spending two weeks surrounded by the women of my family—my mother, my aunt, my two cousins, and my step-grandmother. In my youthful ignorance, I imagined long days of fishing and swimming, not realizing I was walking into a carefully orchestrated seduction that had been planned for years.

The drive to Lake Clearwater took six hours, and I spent most of it thinking about the women I would see. My mother, Sarah, was forty-two but looked a decade younger. She had maintained her figure through yoga and tennis, and I had spent my teenage years trying not to notice how her yoga pants clung to her firm ass or how her sports bras struggled to contain her generous breasts. I told myself it was normal to notice these things, that every son went through a phase of appreciating his mother's beauty. I didn't realize that my appreciation was about to become something far more physical and mutual.

Then there was my Aunt Victoria—Mom's older sister—who had always been the wild one of the family. At forty-five, she radiated a sexual confidence that made men half her age stutter and blush. She owned a lingerie boutique in the city, and I had spent many guilty hours browsing her website, telling myself I was just checking on the family business while I stared at the models wearing the sheer teddies and lace bodysuits she sold.

My cousins, Chloe and Madison, were twenty and nineteen respectively—daughters of Aunt Victoria from her first marriage. Chloe was the quiet, bookish type with thick-rimmed glasses and a body she tried to hide under oversized sweaters. Madison was her opposite: outgoing, flirtatious, and fully aware of the effect her tight crop tops and short shorts had on the male population. I had grown up with them, played hide-and-seek in this very lake house, and never once imagined that they had been raised with a very different understanding of family relationships than I had.

Finally, there was my step-grandmother, Eleanor. She had married my grandfather when Mom was already in college, so there was no blood relation between us, but she had been "Grandma Ellie" for as long as I could remember. At sixty, she was silver-haired and elegant, with the kind of timeless beauty that suggested she had been a knockout in her youth and had aged like fine wine. She still practiced ballet three times a week, and her posture and poise made her seem regal and untouchable.

I arrived at the lake house just before sunset. The property had been in our family for four generations—a sprawling Victorian mansion with twelve bedrooms, a private dock, and enough secluded shoreline that neighbors were merely theoretical concepts. I parked my car behind my mother's SUV and grabbed my bags, my heart beating faster than it should have been.

The front door was unlocked, as always. "Hello?" I called out, stepping into the grand foyer with its high ceilings and antique furniture.

"Ethan! You're finally here!" My mother's voice came from the living room, and I followed it to find a scene that would forever be etched in my memory.

My mother stood by the fireplace wearing a silk robe that ended at mid-thigh, her legs showcased in sheer black stockings with lace tops that attached to a garter belt I could glimpse when she moved. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders in dark waves, and she held a glass of red wine like she was posing for a portrait. But it wasn't just her that made me freeze in the doorway.

Aunt Victoria lounged on the leather sofa in a matching robe, her legs crossed to display the same style of stockings—though hers were a deep crimson that matched her painted toenails. Chloe sat in an armchair reading a book, but she too wore the stockings, along with a short skirt that showed them off when she shifted. Madison was sprawled on the floor in front of the fireplace, her robe barely covering her ass, and I could see the telltale clips of a garter belt at her hips.

And Grandma Ellie stood by the window in a long dressing gown that somehow managed to be both modest and revealing, the silk clinging to her still-slim figure, her silver hair pinned up elegantly.

Every woman in the room was wearing lingerie. Every woman was looking at me with expressions I couldn't quite read—anticipation, desire, and something that looked almost predatory.

"Mom?" I managed to say, my throat suddenly dry. "What's going on?"

My mother set down her wine glass and walked toward me, her hips swaying in a way that made the silk robe shift and reveal more of her long, nylon-clad legs. "Ethan, sweetheart, there's something we need to tell you. Something about our family that your father should have explained years ago, but he was... traditional. Hesitant."

She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something floral and intoxicating. Close enough that I could see the way her robe gaped slightly at the chest, revealing the swell of her breasts in a lace bra.

"Tell me what?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Grandma Ellie spoke then, her voice cultured and commanding. "Ethan, our family has a tradition that goes back over a hundred years. A tradition of... intimate bonding. Of keeping pleasure within the family circle. Your father was initiated when he was your age, just as his father was before him. And now, it's your turn."

I stared at her, sure I had misheard. "My turn for what?"

Aunt Victoria uncrossed her legs and stood up, walking over to join my mother. "Sweetheart, in this family, we don't look outside for our sexual needs. We take care of each other. We teach each other. We pleasure each other. Your mother and I have been lovers since we were teenagers. Our mother and grandmother before us. It's how we stay close. How we stay happy."

"And now," Mom continued, her hand reaching out to touch my chest, "we want you to join us. We want to welcome you into the family tradition. We want to teach you how to please a woman, using our bodies as your classroom. We want to show you the pleasure that only family can provide."

I should have been horrified. I should have turned and run. But I had been fantasizing about my mother since I was sixteen, had jerked off countless times imagining what she looked like naked, what it would feel like to touch her, to be touched by her. And now she was offering herself to me, offering her sisters and her nieces and even her stepmother.

"I... I don't know what to say," I stammered, my cock already hardening in my jeans.

"Say yes," Madison purred from the floor, rolling over onto her back and letting her robe fall open to reveal that she was wearing only the stockings and garter belt, her pussy shaved bare and glistening. "Say yes, cousin. We've been waiting for you. We've been training for you. We all want to feel that big cock inside us."

"Madison is eager," Aunt Victoria laughed, "but she's right. We've all been looking forward to this. Your mother has told us about your... endowments. About how you've grown into quite the impressive young man. We want to see for ourselves. We want to taste you. We want to feel you filling every hole."

My mother's hand slid down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "Ethan, I know you've thought about me. I know you've wanted me. I've seen the way you look at me. I've found your cum-stained underwear. I've heard you moaning my name when you think I'm asleep. Don't deny it, baby. Don't deny what we both want."

She pressed her body against mine, and I could feel her breasts against my chest, her thigh against my hard cock. "Let me show you, Ethan. Let me show you what Mommy can do for you. What Mommy can do to you. And then, when you're ready, the others will have their turns. We're going to spend the next two weeks teaching you everything. Every position. Every technique. Every way to make a woman scream."

I looked around the room at the five women who were my family, all of them watching me with naked desire, all of them wearing lingerie that showcased their legs and hinted at their bodies. I thought about the lonely nights in my dorm room, jerking off to thoughts of my mother, my aunt, my cousins. I thought about the guilt I had felt, the shame. And now I was being told that those desires weren't wrong—they were tradition. They were expected.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, I want this. I want all of you."

My mother's smile was radiant, triumphant. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, let's start your education. Victoria, help me undress our student."

Aunt Victoria moved behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to grip my t-shirt and pull it over my head. My mother worked on my belt, her fingers deft and sure, and then my jeans were being pushed down, my boxers following, until I stood naked before them, my cock standing straight up, thick and hard and leaking pre-cum already.

"Oh my," Grandma Ellie breathed, stepping closer to look at me. "Sarah, you weren't exaggerating. The boy is magnificently endowed."

"Eight and a half inches," my mother said proudly, as if she were showing off a prize. "And thick. Feel how thick he is, Victoria."

Aunt Victoria's hand wrapped around my shaft, and I groaned at the contact. Her hand was soft and warm, and she knew exactly how to touch me, her thumb circling the head and spreading my pre-cum around. "Delicious," she murmured. "He's going to fill us up so nicely. Stretch us all out."

"Can I touch him?" Chloe asked quietly, setting down her book. She had been so silent I had almost forgotten she was there, but now she stood up and approached, her glasses slightly askew, her cheeks flushed. "I've never touched a real one before. Only plastic."

"Of course, sweetheart," Aunt Victoria said, guiding Chloe's hand to my cock. "Feel how hard he is. How hot. This is what a man feels like when he wants you. When he's desperate for you."

Chloe's small hand joined her mother's, and the two of them stroked me together, their hands moving in tandem. I groaned, my head falling back, overwhelmed by the sensation of my aunt and cousin touching me so intimately.

"That's enough for now," my mother said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "Ethan needs to learn control. He needs to learn how to last. Chloe, Madison, help me prepare the initiation bed. Victoria, Ellie, teach him how to worship a woman's body while we get ready."

The women moved with practiced efficiency, and I realized this had been planned down to the smallest detail. Aunt Victoria took my hand and led me to the sofa, while Grandma Ellie retrieved something from a cabinet—a bottle of massage oil and a silk blindfold.

"Lie down, Ethan," Aunt Victoria instructed, pushing me gently onto the sofa. "Let us show you how to touch a woman. How to please a woman. By the end of tonight, you'll know every inch of a mature woman's body."

I lay back, and Grandma Ellie tied the blindfold around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. "The blindfold heightens your other senses," she explained, her voice close to my ear. "You'll feel everything more intensely. You'll smell our arousal. You'll hear our heartbeats. You'll taste our desire."

Then their hands were on me—not my cock, but my chest, my stomach, my thighs. They were exploring me, learning my body, while I lay helpless and exposed.

"Touch me, Ethan," Aunt Victoria commanded, guiding my hand to her body. I felt the softness of her robe, the warmth of her skin beneath, and then—oh god—her breast, heavy and full in my hand, her nipple hard against my palm. "That's it. Feel how my body responds to you. Pinch my nipple. Roll it between your fingers."

I did as she said, and she moaned, a low throaty sound that went straight to my cock. "Good boy. Now the other one. Women need attention on both breasts, Ethan. Never neglect one for the other."

I felt her shift, and then my other hand was guided to Grandma Ellie. Her breast was smaller, firmer, but her nipple was just as hard, just as eager for my touch. I found myself stroking both women simultaneously, learning the differences in their bodies, the way Aunt Victoria's breath hitched when I squeezed just right, the way Grandma Ellie arched into my touch.

"Very good," Grandma Ellie praised. "Now, let us show you how to touch lower. Victoria, guide him."

Aunt Victoria took my hand and slid it down her body, over her stomach, to the junction of her thighs. She was wearing panties—I could feel the lace, damp with her arousal. "Feel how wet I am for you, nephew," she whispered. "Feel how much I want this. How much I've wanted you since you turned eighteen and became a man."

She pushed my fingers under the lace, and I felt her pussy for the first time—hot and slick and swollen, her folds parting easily as I explored. She was shaved smooth, and I could feel every contour of her sex, the hard nub of her clit, the entrance to her core that fluttered against my fingertip.

"Rub my clit, Ethan," she instructed. "Gentle circles. Not too hard. Tease me."

I followed her directions, circling that sensitive bud, feeling it swell under my touch. She moaned, her hips rocking against my hand, and I felt powerful in a way I never had before. I was making my aunt feel good. I was giving her pleasure.

"That's it," she gasped. "Just like that. Don't stop. Make your auntie come on your fingers, Ethan. Make me show you what a woman's orgasm feels like."

I kept rubbing, my other hand still playing with Grandma Ellie's breast, and then I felt a third presence—my mother's voice close to my ear. "You're doing so well, baby. Watch what happens when you slide a finger inside her."

I pushed my finger into Aunt Victoria's tight channel, and she cried out, her muscles clamping down on me. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck me with your finger, Ethan. Curl it up. Find my spot."

I did as she said, curling my finger inside her, searching for that magical place I had read about. When I found it—a rough patch of tissue on her inner wall—she screamed, her whole body convulsing.

"There! Right there! Oh fuck, Ethan, you're going to make me come! Keep going! Don't stop!"

I rubbed her clit with my thumb while I fingered her G-spot, and within seconds she was coming, her pussy spasming around my finger, her juices flooding my hand, her cries echoing through the room. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and my cock was throbbing, desperate for release.

"Beautiful," my mother whispered, removing my blindfold. I blinked, adjusting to the light, and saw that the room had been transformed. The large ottoman from the corner had been moved to the center of the room and covered with silk sheets and pillows. Candles flickered on every surface, casting dancing shadows. And my cousins were waiting there, naked except for their stockings and garter belts, their bodies pale and perfect in the candlelight.

"The initiation bed is ready," Madison said, her voice thick with desire. "Come join us, cousin. Come learn what your cousins can teach you."

My mother helped me up from the sofa, and Aunt Victoria—still trembling from her orgasm—kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, her taste mingling with mine. "Thank you, nephew," she murmured against my lips. "That was lovely. But now it's time for your real lesson. It's time for you to learn how to use that magnificent cock."

She led me to the ottoman, and I saw that my mother had also shed her robe. She stood before me in black lace lingerie—a corset that pushed her breasts up and together, creating a deep cleavage I desperately wanted to bury my face in. Her stockings were attached to the corset with garter straps, and she wore black heels that made her legs look endless.

"Lie down, Ethan," she commanded. "Mommy's going to take you for her first ride. The others will watch and learn what you like. They'll see how Mommy fucks her son, and then they'll each have their turn."

I lay back on the silk sheets, my cock standing straight up, aching and dripping. My mother climbed onto the ottoman, straddling my hips, her hands braced on my chest. She looked down at me with an expression of pure lust and love combined.

"Are you ready to become a man, Ethan?" she asked, her voice husky. "Are you ready to feel your mother's pussy wrapped around your cock? Are you ready to fuck the woman who gave birth to you?"

"Yes," I groaned. "Please, Mom. Please fuck me. I've wanted this for so long."

She reached down and positioned my cock at her entrance, rubbing the head through her folds, coating me in her wetness. Then, slowly, agonizingly slowly, she began to lower herself onto me.

The sensation was indescribable. She was hot and tight and so wet, her muscles gripping me as she sank down, taking me inch by inch. I could feel every ripple of her inner walls, every spasm of her muscles as she adjusted to my size. She was panting, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, looking like a goddess descending to claim her sacrifice.

"So big," she moaned. "So fucking big. Stretching me out. Filling me up. Oh god, Ethan, you feel incredible inside me."

Finally, she was fully seated, my entire length buried in her pussy, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible. She stayed there for a moment, just feeling me inside her, and I could feel her heartbeat through her walls, throbbing around my cock.

Then she began to move.

She started slowly, rolling her hips in circles, grinding her clit against my pelvis with each downward stroke. The sight of her above me—my mother, riding my cock, her breasts bouncing in her corset, her stockings rubbing against my sides—was almost too much. I wanted to come immediately, to fill her with my seed, but I knew I had to last. I had to prove myself worthy of the family tradition.

"Touch my breasts, Ethan," she commanded, and I reached up to cup them through the lace, feeling her nipples hard against my palms. "That's it. Play with Mommy's tits while she rides your big cock. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you think about when you jerk off thinking of me."

"It feels amazing," I gasped, thrusting up into her. "You're so tight, Mom. So hot. I think about this every night. I think about fucking you, about coming inside you, about making you scream my name."

"Good boy," she panted, picking up the pace. "Keep thinking about that. Keep fucking your mother. Make me come on your cock, Ethan. Make your mother come like she's never come before."

She was bouncing on me now, her hips rising and falling, her pussy slapping down onto my pelvis with wet sounds that filled the room. The other women watched, their hands between their legs, touching themselves as they watched my mother fuck her son.

"Touch her clit," Aunt Victoria instructed, kneeling beside us. "While she rides you, rub her clit. Make her explode."

I reached between our bodies and found my mother's clit, swollen and slick, and began to rub it in tight circles as she continued to ride me. The dual sensation was too much for her—within seconds she was screaming, her orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice, milking me, trying to draw out my own climax.

"Don't come yet," she gasped, even as she continued to spasm around me. "Hold it. Hold it for Mommy. I want you to fill me, but not yet. Not until I've had my fill."

She rode me through her orgasm, her movements becoming erratic and desperate, and then she collapsed forward onto my chest, her breasts pressed against me, her heart hammering against mine. "So good," she whispered. "So fucking good. But I'm not done with you yet, baby. Roll us over. I want you to take me from behind. I want you to pound your mother's pussy like you mean it."

We rolled together, and I found myself on top of her, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. "Fuck me, Ethan," she demanded. "Fuck your mother hard. Show me what you've got. Make me your slut. Your whore. Your Mommy-fucking stud."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I began to thrust into her, hard and deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her cry out with each stroke. The ottoman creaked beneath us, and I could hear the other women cheering me on, telling me to fuck her harder, to make her scream.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy's cunt! Oh god, you're so deep! So fucking deep! Harder! Pound me! Make me yours!"

I was lost in the sensation, in the taboo of what I was doing, in the sheer filth of my mother's words. I fucked her with everything I had, my hips hammering against hers, my cock bottoming out in her depths with each thrust. She was clawing at my back, her nails leaving marks, her legs locked around me, pulling me deeper.

"Come in me," she suddenly demanded. "I want to feel my son's cum inside me. I want you to fill Mommy's pussy with your hot seed. Do it, Ethan. Come for me. Come in your mother!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, I slammed into her one final time and exploded, my cock pulsing, shooting rope after rope of thick cum deep into her womb. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, draining me, emptying me into her, and she milked me with her muscles, her own orgasm triggering again as she felt me filling her.

"Yes! Yes! Fill me, baby! Fill Mommy! Oh god, so much cum! So fucking much!"

I kept coming, kept spurting, until I was empty and spent, collapsing on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing in tandem.

"Beautiful," I heard Grandma Ellie say. "Absolutely beautiful. Sarah, you chose well. He's a natural."

My mother stroked my hair as I lay panting on her chest, still buried inside her. "He is, isn't he? But we're just getting started. Ethan, baby, are you ready for round two?"

I lifted my head, shocked. "Round two?"

"Oh yes," she smiled, that wicked smile I had never seen before. "You didn't think we were done, did you? You have four more women to satisfy tonight. And tomorrow, we start your real training. But first..." She pushed me off her gently, and I slid out of her, my cock still half-hard and coated in our combined fluids. "Victoria, bring the refreshment."

Aunt Victoria appeared with a silver tray bearing glasses of champagne and small pills. "These are natural supplements," she explained, handing me a glass and a pill. "They'll help you recover quickly, keep you hard, give you stamina. You'll need them tonight, nephew. And every night for the next two weeks."

I swallowed the pill and the champagne, and within minutes I felt a warm tingling in my groin, my cock stirring back to full hardness. "Amazing," I breathed.

"Family secrets," Aunt Victoria winked. "Now, it's my turn. I've been patient, watching my sister enjoy you, but now I need that cock. I need to feel you inside me, Ethan. I need you to fuck your aunt."

She pushed me back onto the ottoman and climbed on top of me, but facing away—reverse cowgirl. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and she lowered herself onto my cock with a practiced ease, her pussy even tighter than my mother's, if that was possible.

"Watch this," she said, looking back at me over her shoulder. And then she began to flex her internal muscles, rippling them along my shaft, squeezing and releasing in a way that made me see stars. "Kegel exercises," she explained. "I've been practicing for years. Every woman in this family does them. We can milk a cock dry without moving an inch."

She kept flexing, and I groaned, my hips bucking up into her of their own accord. "That's it," she purred. "Let your auntie take care of you. Just lie back and let me work that big dick."

She began to move then, bouncing on me, her ass slapping against my thighs, her stockings rubbing against my legs. I could see where her stockings attached to her garter belt, the lace tops hugging her thighs, and the sight was so erotic I thought I might come again immediately.

"Play with my ass," she commanded. "Finger my asshole while I ride you. I love having both holes filled."

I reached around and found her tight rosebud, already slick with her juices that had run down from her pussy. I pressed a finger against it, and she pushed back, taking my finger inside her ass, groaning at the double penetration.

"Yes! Yes! Finger my ass! Fuck both my holes! Oh god, Ethan, you're going to make me come so hard!"