After we had been dating a while, I ended up basically spending every weekend at their place. They had a pleasant habit of eating lunch all together every Saturday and Sunday and chatting (or arguing) about the latest topics. Jane brought me there when we had first started dating and I soon became a regular. Mary was an excellent cook and her kids liked this weekly opportunity to spend time together.
Mary had what I thought was a very flirty way about her, in general, and specifically, towards me. At the table, she would press her breasts against my back and shoulders and ask me if I’d like seconds. Many times I could feel her hard nipples press against me. Jane rolled her eyes and told me that was “just Mom being Mom…”. I learned to accept that it was “how Mom was”.
After a year, they had accepted me warmly into their family. Mary even let me kind of have a room there in their home so I wouldn’t have to keep going back to my place every Saturday and Sunday. I actually ended up spending many weekdays there too. It was a better study atmosphere than my dorm. I could occasionally have sex with Jane, and Mary would cook me great homemade meals. I would help her brother, Mark, with homework and I taught him how to play lacrosse. He even made his high school varsity team. When Jane told me that her teenage sister, Sarah, had a crush on me, I made sure to playfully tease by flexing when she was around. This made Sarah blush and Jane and I laugh. I even called her my “little girlfriend” to Sarah’s friends. They all swooned.
There was one strange thing though. I learned quickly that this family was very liberal in their ideas towards privacy. Bathroom doors were never locked. It was common for someone to come into the bedroom or bathroom to retrieve something when you were already occupying the space. They thought nothing of it.
At first I found this very awkward. After various interruptions by all family members, I still had difficulty to accept it as normal. “We’re all just family” they’d say, forgetting that I wasn’t.
There were times that I felt weird. Sarah and Mark were teens and I was an adult. Plus, Sarah was deep into puberty, physically developing, and unintentionally flirty like her mother. I learned my lesson walking past her room once and seeing her undressed. After that, I was to be very careful to avoid her bedroom with its open door. It was awkward, but the house was large and I didn’t need to walk past her room to get to mine or the bathroom. Once, Mark came in to the bathroom to brush his teeth while I was taking a dump. I couldn’t help but ask if he couldn’t wait for five more minutes. Continuing his brushing, he replied the same as they all did. “The other bathroom’s busy. We’re all family here. We’ve all seen it before. Plus” rolling his eyes,”- dya think I care about staring at your ugly ass while I brush my teeth?” And went about his brushing, finished and left. It was cool, I guess – just a little weird. Whatever. Apart from this, they were great.