When I was 21, a beautiful as buxom 32 year old British woman (Kate) caught my eye, so I hit on her; that one thing lead to another and soon found myself in a relationship. I introduced her to my parents over a family gathering about four months in and couldn't help but notice how my father checked her out more than once, so I decided to arrange circumstance the following week for him to be propitiously alone with her at our place. Being intentionally absent when he came by to help me install a new washing machine, I left an audio recording device to monitor the interaction with such excuse that my co-worker’s daughter needed to be picked up from dance practice without notice because the family vehicle had had a break down. I returned after about 30 or so minutes and installed the machine with my father who had been waiting and visited with my girlfriend. I later reviewed the audio and was surprised to hear that my father had flirted with her and her likewise him in ways less than subtle.Naturally, I felt bettayed and furiously contemplated the best course of action to suddenly realize only one thing would pacify my rage:My mother married my father the year of ‘98 (before Y2K) and was her senior by four years. She, then 23 (now 42), lovely as a brunette rose in spring blossom had long straight hair with medium C cup breasts, alluring hips with luscious lips, perfect legs and ass all day gave me fits in adolescent puberty; that friends always commented through highschool, and I did much fantasize her figure's endowment for my own liberty to possess as so desire exercise with guilt replaced now by only pure ambition; that is, such calid state on which Rome was built the monarch does reign in name and warrior legends through fame do much attain.I hit the gym for three and a half months using steroids, then surprised my mother after I had gained 35 pounds of muscle. I wore a 15 thousand dollar suit just for the occasion, changed into gym shorts, being shirtless, escorted her to a thousand dollar a night hotel room, then proceeded to play the audio recording after delaying her query why I had brought her there. When finished, she speechless, I took the lead, expressing what she inherently knew to be truth (but not verbatim):Such demonstration is act of betrayal against us both (wife and son), and though adultery did not yet occur, it clearly would upon opportunity of continued circumstance and priming; that he had betrayed us both in his heart and such is all that matters. After this, I then told that I had a confession, expressing my lust for her through adolescence and that of my friends only made it worse because I, as others, knew she was beautiful, ravishing, gorgeous, lovely; perfect, ideal, impeccable, flawless, unequalled, as the general rule, and to greatest extent. I said: nearly all men, being human animals, regardless of cultural constructions or social conditioning, subject to the human condition and corporeal stimulus of the flesh, would feel the same, though her other son may not have the courage to admit it, feels/felt likewise. It was not about who she was but what she was: beautiful beyond all belief and that I loved her; that, even thus, I never betrayed my father to act on such; but now, I, being a man, did want redemption. I told her that I would never give up on this endeavor, nor as long as I live, and that she may never play this down and should reasonably want the same because he did such first to us as most unwarranted. I informed that I waited and bulked up because she deserves the most and greatest version of any man, always. I promised her that I would surpass him here and now and then she could be happy because opportunity for whatever or whoever she wanted I would grant her if she only but provided me this. I had sex with her for eight hours and fucked her in every way and crevice so as to leave no avenue or position untried, and when we finished, I convinced her to stay with my father as keep this secret because it's more satisfying that way, continuing to screw and facialize her with my semen even today (over 100 times a year). I then found formadible prospects to challenge my dominance and watch for hours other men pound her only to join in double penetration, then taking turns (with the exception that only I bust on her breasts and no one else); but most of all, I enjoy as prefer watching her get fucked with facials by other men my father's age. If only dad knew: I am her King until death due us part. My mother loves me most of all, but I mostly watch her being fucked until she cums and squirts a storm.