My Father's Meditation Room

My dad is a way cool guy. Not only is he tall, thin and good-looking, but all my friends say I'm lucky to have such a guy for my father. My mom is pretty cool, too. My dad works as a forklift mechanic, keeping regular hours.  When I was younger, my dad got really into flying disks, as he called them. Frisbees, My brother Karl and I played with him, and we all enjoyed it very much.  We have a big, old house ten minutes out of town. I mean, this house is big! We have five bedrooms. My parents inherited it before I was born.  Needless to say, I have my own room, as does my brother. My mom has what she calls her sewing room, but I've never seen her sew in there. She has some art supplies and seems to really enjoy making personalized presents for, well, everyone. Dad has his own room, too. He calls it his meditation room. It looks like a typical office, but the computer screen on the desk faces a recliner chair. He has a lock on the door, and every evening after dinner, he goes in there for about an hour. When I was younger, I had no idea what he did in there. One day, I discovered that from the basement, I could look up through a vent in the floor, and just barely see a portion of my father while he was in that recliner. It took me a while to catch on, becuse I couldn't see much. Mostly, it would be him just laying still, but sometimes one arm would be moving rhythmically. I'm sure from the description, you know what was going on, but I didn't.  I didn't watch every day, because it wasn't all that interesting. But, I did take a peek at him from time to time. One time, I saw him get out of his chair, then back in. He was naked! I barely glimpsed his hairy crotch, and was oddly fascinated. Then, one day, just thinking about it in math class one day, it suddenly occurred to me. Just like me, my father was a wanker! At first I was so shocked, I didn't believe it. I kept trying to think of other things that might explain what was going on, but as a year or two passed, it became quite obvious. Shortly after I turned 18, and my brother turned 20, my father started leaving the door to his meditation room cracked open. I passed in the hall a few times, and I could see very clearly that he was looking at porn, and jerking off. A few minutes later would find me in my own room, jerking off.  One day, as I passed his cracked open door, he reached over, swung it fully open, and said, 'Come in.' My brother was sitting in there also, on Dad's sofa. They had some porn on the screen. My father's thing was erect! I was expecting it to be huge, but it was no bigger than mine. As if that wasn't surprising enough, my brother had his pants down around his ankles, and was stroking his penis, sticking up from his lap.  "What?... How?..." I didn't even know what to say. This was so far out of my world view that I couldtn't make heads or tails out of it. Were they gay? 'No,' I figured right away, because if Dad was gay, I wouldn't exist. Both of them were all smiles, inviting me in. I came in. It took a while for my head to stop swirling.  Fast forward a couple of weeks, and I became part of the daily routine. My brother, my dad, and I would gather in his meditation room, we'd strip off our clothes, or sometimes just lower our pants, and while watching some good porn, we'd jerk off. My dad warned me not to get cum on his fancy leather sofa. My brother teased me that my dick was too small. We measured it, and his, and I turned out to be a few millimeters larger than him. My dad laughed. This became such a regular routine that my mom would sometimes come in bringing in a tray of refreshments, right in the middle of our sessions, with us three guys rock hard and wanking away. At first, I found having an erection around her was somehow embarrassing. I didn't want her to see it. Later, I became proud of my penis and loved her seeing it. It didn't happen right away, but after a while, sometimes Mom would join us. How fascinating to see her in the nude! One time, she and Dad got a bit frisky on the sofa, right in front of us kids, but I'd better not tell you the details of that, since you're going to publish this on SoloTouch, right? And, as I understand it, that site is all about masturbation, not fucking, and such. This went on for years, although the nature of our 'meditation' sessions changed. Karl and I went off to college, so we joined Dad, and sometimes Mom, only during vacations. Then Karl took a job in Miami. I got married. Now, we typically get together for a few days around Thanksgiving and sometimes Christmas. I bring my wife. Twice now, she has joined us in our sessions. Everyone has a great time!  So far as I can tell, this is not normal in most families, unless it just isn't discussed. All I can say, is I'm proud of my parents, and my brother and wife too, for being open about such a normal activity.