My family was dominated by my asshole of a father who never had a good word for anyone. Not my mother, not me, no one. Everyone was a "stupid fucker" or a "piece of shit" or something like that.

When I was 8 (about 1976), my uncle (mom's brother) had a house fire and his employer went out of business the same week. So he had to move in with us temporarily. Of course, Uncle Victor having a house fire and having his employer go out of business made him in my father's eyes "a lazy freeloader". Uncle Vic was nice to me, though.

I heard my father call Uncle Vic a "goddamn cocksucker" and I had a vague idea what that meant. One night when I had finished my bath I went to the guest room to talk to Uncle Vic. He was a bit depressed (understandable) and angry at my father (again understandable). So I decided to be nice to him and since he was a "cocksucker" I offered to let him suck my cock. Uncle Vic was surprised, then he laughed. Then he said "sure why not" I got my cock sucked until I got hard and he kept sucking until I had a dry cum.

After that Uncle Vic had his bit of petty revenge against my father by introducing me to gay sex. I got to fuck Uncle Vic's mouth every night, and I sucked his cock every day. And a couple of times a week I let him fuck my ass, which was uncomfortable. I loved all the attention, I loved the physical sensations, and I loved doing something that Uncle Vic enjoyed and my father hated. Even at 8 I really didn't like the man.

After a month of this, Mom caught me during my nightly fucking of Uncle Vic's mouth. She and Uncle Vic had a fight, and she told me that those sort of activities should only be done with girls. I told her I didn't know any girls who sucked cock. So she said she would do it until I found a girlfriend.

I had no idea how frustrated Mom's life was at that point. She was stuck in a loveless marriage, when my father was home, he was drunk on beer, and when he wasn't home he spent all night either at a bar or screwing whores. When he was home he would shout at her and occasionally slap her. So when I did my first mouth-fucking of her, it was the first sex act she had performed in six years. She made more sounds and did things with her tongue, she was loads better than Uncle Vic.

Not to mention Uncle Vic only had three games - I fuck his mouth, I suck his cock, he fucked my ass. Mom would suck my cock, neck with me give me a rimjob, let me play with her tits and ass and pussy, suck her tits and pussy, fuck her tits and pussy, and because she was a petite woman, even at 8 I could fuck her ass. She loved moaning and wriggling, which made me feel like a love god. Fucking her was more symbolic than anything else at my age, but we liked it.

Uncle Vic got in on it too but all he ever got was a blowjob. Still, it was enough of a petty revenge for him. And I still occasionally sucked his cock until he left.

Since my father was either absent at night or out-cold drunk, Mom and I had free reign to do whatever we liked, and we grew very close. As I got older, fucking became less symbolic and more real. My first cum was inside her ass. I was 13 when I finally backhanded the bastard for raising his hand to Mom and he ran away the next day. We had hard times financially but we managed to pull through. Eventually we moved to a new house, and we went from me living with my mother to my mother staying with me. I had occasional girlfriends, but I never stopped having that special relationship.

Uncle Vic had gotten married and had some kids, too. Actually he had some kids, then he got married. My cousin Natalie was 9 years younger than me, and when it turned out she had a crush on me, Uncle Vic hinted in the broadest possible terms that he wouldn't mind me "breaking her in". Natalie certainly had no objections, so my first "other woman" was my first cousin when I was 17.

Natalie and I married in 1995, had our first son in 1996, and my mother died in 1998. Uncle Vic died a couple of years later. It was very sad but at least Mom had a chance to play with s grandchild.

All three of our children have always been welcome in our beds. We don't make them come to us. But my son first climbed between Natalie's thighs when he was 8, he's 17 now and still enjoys it there and I don't blame him.