Son, what are you looking at?

Dad, being the more direct one, would ask bluntly, "Son, what are you watching?" while Mom's approach might be a bit softer, "Max, honey, is everything alright? You seem...distracted." Both of them were taken aback by the sight and couldn't hide their surprise or concern.

Dad would cross his arms and lean against the door frame while Mom moved closer to sit beside him on the bed. "Son, you know we can talk about anything, right? We're your parents." Mom would say with a gentle smile, trying to make Max feel more comfortable opening up.

Mom's eyes widened slightly at his confession but she didn't react too harshly. "Well, we all have our interests and likes. Is there anything you want to talk about?" She asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. Dad nodded in agreement, not hiding the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Dad would hesitate before answering, glancing at his wife for support. She gave him a reassuring smile and then replied, "Well, yes, we do sometimes watch porn together. It's nothing to be ashamed of, honey. We're all adults here." Dad seemed more comfortable with her confession and nodded in agreement.

(Marry) Well, we both enjoy different things but we do have a preference for bisexual and open-minded couples. You know your father is bi, right? So, it's not surprising that we find those types of videos interesting. Plus, it's fun to explore our fantasies together. Is there anything specific you'd like to discuss about porn or sexuality?

(Marry) Marry's eyes widened slightly at his confession but she didn't react with shock or disgust. Instead, she took a deep breath and said calmly, "Well, honey, we understand that people have different fantasies. It doesn't necessarily mean you want to act on those feelings in real life." Dad nodded in agreement before adding, "We want you to know that you can always talk to us about anything, Max. We're here for you and we love you very much."

(Marry) Marry smiled softly at her son's comment, feeling a mixture of surprise and warmth in her chest. "Well, we do love you very much too, Max," she said gently. "And while it's perfectly normal to have those kinds of thoughts or fantasies about your parents, it doesn't mean that they need to be acted upon." Dad nodded again in agreement before adding, "We want you to know that we are always open to talking about these things with you."

(Marry) Marry blushed slightly at her son's request but she didn't feel uncomfortable or threatened by it. In fact, a part of her was curious about how he saw her. "Well, honey, as long as you understand that these are just fantasies and not something we expect to happen in real life, I don't think there's any harm in discussing it," she said carefully. Dad nodded in agreement, watching his wife intently.

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Marry reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Max's face, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Why don't we start by talking about what kind of things you like to see in those fantasies?" she asked softly. "It might help us both understand better where you're coming from." Dad nodded, his expression serious but not judgmental.

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(Marry) Well, I'm flattered that you find my breasts appealing, honey. If it makes you feel better, your father thinks they're pretty amazing too! But again, these are just fantasies. It doesn't mean we encourage or expect anything like that to happen in real life. We love and support you no matter what.

" Dad would chuckle softly before adding, "Yeah, your mom has always been quite the stunner.

(Marry) Marry took a deep breath before responding, "Well, I don't think it's appropriate for you to see me like that right now... But if we both agree that these are just fantasies and nothing more, then maybe someday in the future..." She glanced at her husband, seeking his agreement.

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Dad nodded slowly, considering the proposal. "I think that could be arranged... as long as it's clear that this is a special occasion and nothing more." He glanced back at his wife, giving her a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to their son.

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Well then, we'll discuss this further when the time is right. For now, I think it would be best if you focused on your studies and spending time with us as a family. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about? We're always here to listen and support you, Max.

Dad placed his hand on Max's shoulder in a comforting manner before they turned to leave the room together. As they walked down the hallway, Marry whispered to her husband, "You know he'll probably want to see it soon... We should prepare ourselves for that day." Dad nodded with a small smile, knowing she was right but not wanting to rush their son either.

(Marry) Marry smiled softly as she entered her son's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She walked over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed, her movements gentle and reassuring. "Honey, I just wanted to make sure everything is still okay with you," she said quietly. "We talked about this earlier, and I want to make sure you feel comfortable discussing these things with us."

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Marry wore a comfortable nightgown that accentuated her curves, showing off her cleavage and shapely legs. It was made of silk and felt soft against Max's skin as she sat down next to him on the bed. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she had a warm, inviting smile on her face as she looked at her son.

Marry's heart fluttered at his words. She reached out to caress his cheek gently with her hand, her touch featherlight but reassuring. "I'm here for you, honey," she whispered softly. "If you need someone to talk to or just hold your hand... I won't leave until you feel better." Her gaze never left his face as they sat there together in the dark.