Subject: Mother’s Day
Story Codes: MF oral incest father daughter mother son
Diary Date: May 12, 2013
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Unfortunately I couldn't treat my own mother this year but now that I'm
married I have a mother-in-law to take care of. Well, maybe I didn't do
as good as job as her son did. Meanwhile, just because it was Mother's
Day didn't mean my father didn't get the attention he deserves as well.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Dealing (or not) with Incest
Chapter 2 - Mother's Day Also Falls on Sunday
Chapter 3 - Pushing My Mother-in-Law
Chapter 4 - The Truth Comes Out
Chapter 1 - Dealing (or not) with Incest
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If you believe all the ridiculous stories posted on the Internet about
incest, then you probably believe that getting into an incestuous
relationship is easy. After all, according to the stories all you need
is any of the following situations:
* A parent dies leaving a loving daughter or son to help their
emotionally distraught remaining parent deal with their loss and
resulting anguish. I’d say that this is the premise, in one form or
another, is used in more published incest stories than any other. Well
if you ask me it’s just plain stupid. Do I really have to explain why?
* Someone gets hurt so a family member has to “make them feel better” or
even sillier, “help” them use the bathroom. This is similar to the
first scenario only this one can be about anyone in the family such
that they need "assistance". Yeah right, when your leg’s in a cast and
you’re in pain, all you want it to fuck your sister.
* Parents leave the kids home on their own and next thing you know
they’re having sex. Oh yeah, this is just what happens when siblings
are left alone together. Maybe in some pervert’s fantasies but in real
life? Sure... and by the way I’ve got a great bridge in Brooklyn for
sale if you’re that gullible. Personally, the only actual case of a
brother and sister having sex involves my husband’s younger siblings
and THAT didn’t happen until they were older. As for my husband, I
think the last girl in the world he would fuck would be his own sister.
* While camping the inevitable unexpected rain storm forces a parent to
share a sleeping bag with their naked kid, or the kids have to share.
Like doesn't anyone ever bring along the basic necessities when they
camp? Even then, no matter how wet they may get, who really gets in
the same sleeping bag naked with their kid, let alone initiate sex?
* Bring home your girlfriend and she wants nothing more than to seduce
your father or brother. I’m pretty sure it isn’t stretching anything
to say that most every dad LOOKS at his daughter's friends HOPING for
such an outcome but as for really having sex with them? I think the
answer’s pretty obvious. I’ve always had a thing for older married
men, including many of my girlfriend’s fathers when I was back in
school. The only one I managed to have sex with was my BFF’s dad and
THAT was more a case of me blackmailing him than him acting out his
fantasies.
* "Open" family attitudes towards nudity and sex lead to incest at
puberty - or earlier. Actually this may be the least objectionable
rationalization of the bunch. Still, the few nudists I’ve known all
tell me that if anything their kids are LESS inclined to having sex
with each other simply because nudity isn't taboo and thus the sexual
associations that normally go hand in hand with nudity aren’t part of
the equation. Interestingly, those families I’m familiar with that
enjoy incest are almost exclusively NOT nudists.
I’m sure I could go on for another page or more but by now you get the
picture. In real life things are a LOT different than what people write
about in their fantasies. Trust me, I know from experience. Assuming
nobody gets raped or pressured by a horny father who just wants to get
off fucking a young girl, having sex with their parents is probably the
last thing most kids think about. Heck, most kids I know can't even
imagine their parents doing each other, let alone wanting to actively
participate. Even though I was probably as sexually active as a girl
could be when I was a young teen, and even with a father who, looking
back now, did about everything but tell me he wanted to fuck me, I STILL
didn’t even consider for a moment that we would ever actually have sex
together until I was practically hit over the head with it.
I really hate using the term" open" when describing my upbringing because
the phrase is so over-used and implies a sexual relationship is present.
Still, it's not like I was raised by prudes. We weren't nudists by any
stretch of the imagination yet at the same time nobody screamed if
someone walked in the bathroom while the other was getting out of the
shower. The only place where we were deliberately nude together as a
family was in the hot tub and even then our custom was to wear something
or another whenever we weren't actually in it. Oh sure, I tanned on the
deck topless now and then (not a lot as I think tan lines are sexy) but
when I got up I’d put on something to cover me up at least a little bit.
My parents taught me all about the birds and bees in great detail at a
relatively early age - eight to be exact. At the time it was more in
response to my newfound curiosity after seeing my dad masturbate for the
first time than any attempt to "groom me" - as a number of people have
argued. OK, so that was the ONE time I stroked by dad off but it was
only with my hand and under the VERY close supervision of my mother who
was more interested in telling me all the analytical details than making
it anything erotic in nature. Once that lesson was over, any such
activities were strictly forbidden, at least so far as my mother was
concerned. Nowadays I know my dad had other thoughts on the matter but
he didn’t dare go against my mother’s edict.
Probably the one thing that was a little different in my family from most
that made the eventual leap to incest a little less intimidating was my
parent's attitude towards masturbation. Rather than trying to hide and
disparage an act that virtually every person does, my parents encouraged
me to explore myself and masturbate frequently and openly. Really it was
just common sense when you think about it. Like what's the point in
watching something hot on TV and then running up to your room to do in
private what everyone knows you're doing anyway? The point is that
rather than treat masturbation as a taboo act to be hidden and ashamed
of, it was treated as a normal activity that didn't really attract any
attention. At least that's the why I felt about it. Seeing my dad
masturbate wasn’t any more erotic to me than watching him read a book.
At the same time, I assumed he felt the same when I would masturbate in
front of him. Sure, I was ridiculously naïve to think that but in my
defense, why would I think otherwise at that age?
Similar to masturbation, my parents also encouraged me to enjoy an active
sex life. Again, just a matter of common sense if you ask me. Think
about it... you're in the most sexually driven stage of your life and
people are telling you not to do it! Like when else in your life will
you ever have the stamina and hormones of a young teenager? Unlike
masturbation though, my parent's never had sex in front of me. For them,
marital sex was a private part of their marriage that they kept between
themselves. Their reasoning was based more on the sanctity of their
marriage than any worries about who saw them. To be sure, they didn’t
mind me bringing home a date and doing it in my bedroom with the door
cracked open or in the hot tub under the upstairs windows. It really
didn't bother me if they watched so long as my date didn't find out and
freak. If anything, it made me feel more secure knowing my dad was there
to protect me in case things got out of hand.
So with all that you would think that I’d have been drooling to fuck my
dad when I was twelve and masturbating a couple of times a day. Well,
you’d be right about the masturbation part but nothing could be further
from the truth than the former. Yeah, according to the sex story
industry I should’ve been grinding in my daddy’s lap and doing everything
I could to get him to do just that. Well, in the real world things are a
wee bit different to say the least. The truth is, I NEVER even THOUGHT
about having sex with my dad while growing up, even after I started at
fourteen what soon became quite an active sex life. If anything, I think
that being a slut made me think even LESS about sex with my dad because I
was getting all I the sex I could handle away from home. In any case, I
just figured my dad was teasing when he would call me his "little slut"
and such. I may have started having sex a little late compared to most
of my friends, but by the time I was fifteen I'd firmly established
myself as the class slut - and was damn proud of it! By my junior year I
was unofficially voted the school slut although my cousin Kristi was
doing her best to rob me of that title.
Now don't go thinking that my dad was some sort of Hallmark TV figure who
never contemplating such things. I mean like my dad IS a man and ALL men
have urges and fantasies that they often can't quite fully control. Like
duh! Of course he got horny - a LOT if the amount he masturbated said
anything about the matter. If I was wearing something sexy or
masturbating on the couch he would usually get an erection. Still,
looking at it him being a man I just figured it would have been abnormal
if he didn’t! Of course I knew when he watched me having sex with my
boyfriends that he was stroking himself just as more times than not when
I was on his lap there was a definite lump under my butt, especially when
I wasn't wearing anything over it. Regardless of what people might
think, my mom had explained to me early on what happens when men see
girls like me and I just took it as a natural reaction - no different
than what happened when other men and boys looked at me. To me my
father’s involuntary reactions were a compliment and I have to admit that
I may have teased him now and then because it DID make me feel good to
see him respond in that way. But did that mean I wanted my dad to FUCK
me? No way. Be serious for a minute and think about it. Why would I?
After all, he was my dad, not a boyfriend.
It wasn't that I didn't expressly WANT my dad to fuck me, the point is I
never really even THOUGHT about it as a possibility. I’d never even
would’ve heard about incest except for porn sites or when it made the
news. So far as I was concerned at that age, incest was something dirty
that only perverts did - no different than smoking or taking drugs. I
loved my dad and I would’ve done anything for him. I have no doubt
whatsoever that had he asked me I would’ve allowed him to fuck me but it
would’ve been more to please him, not because I was sexually attracted to
him. As a side note, this is why I don’t encourage incest when a son or
daughter is too young for this very reason. They need to be old enough
to understand the ramifications of what they’re doing and make a
conscious decision that takes such things into account - NOT just because
they want to please their parent.
Actually I don't think my situation was all that different from many
families, even those where the father engages in underage sex. It's
amazing and a bit dubious to me how many fathers will tell me about
having desires for sex with young girls but then try to deny the same
feelings for their own daughters. Even those that do admit to having
them will almost always say they would feel guilty doing their own
daughter and so they never would even try. All the same, I know that
LOTS of father have masturbation fantasies about their own daughters as
proven by the tributes they send me, but when it comes to acting on those
urges it's all talk and fantasy in the end. Sure I know these days that
my dad wanted to fuck me from the time I first jerked him off in the hot
tub but did he ever actually DO anything towards that end - the answer is
a firm “no”. To give credit where due, it was my mother that kept him at
bay as I'm sure he would've tried sneaking it in me at some point if he
was really THAT infatuated with me.
Finally, there are many people that lead active sex lives and even
participate in swaps and swinging parties that won't cross the line into
incest. An extreme example are some of the parents at the family parties
my husband and father love to attend. I was somewhat surprised at the
number of people who enjoy fucking other people's kids but claim they
never do their own back at home. Actually, it's a higher percentage than
what I think most people would guess - MUCH higher. In some ways I’m
glad as I don't believe incest is for everyone, or even a majority of
people. Allowing your kids to feel uninhibited and even enjoying
underage pussy and/or cock of their own with other kids their age is
healthy and makes it more easily dealt with if later when their feelings
and emotions change. When it comes to incest you can never be too
careful. After all, once you fuck your own family it's like getting a
tattoo that can never be totally removed or forgotten.
Personally I've seen many sides of the issues played out and I can't say
one is better than the other. For me the tipping point was when I
finally watched my parents making love in the hot tub when they didn’t
know I was home. Seeing their love and joy expressed in an intimacy that
went beyond anything I'd ever seen between them showed me a side of sex
that until then I'd never experienced or even witnessed. Sex for fun and
personal enjoyment was great but this was something totally different.
For me, the first two years of sex after losing my virginity were all
about having fun and feeling good. The concept that I could share myself
with someone that allowed for love and respect in the most intimate way
was like a revelation to my young sixteen year-old head. For the first
time I saw sex more than something to make me feel good. It was a way I
could make someone ELSE feel good and do it for THEM, not ME. Yeah, I
loved to suck a guy off and make him feel good, but to be honest it was
more an ego trip for me than it was anything about him. Oh my god,
suddenly more than anything else I wanted to submit myself to my father
and yield myself to him, something I'd never even thought about before.
Given my hard-won reputation as a bit of a control freak when it came to
sex, this was more significant than it may appear at first glance.
And so it began, becoming what is now a part of my life that I can't even
imagine NOT having. I've always maintained from the start that I knew my
dad loved me before we had sex and I know that he would love me just as
much even if he never fucked me again. I don't NEED my father to fuck me
to know he loves me but it certainly adds something extra to our
relationship that wouldn't be possible except through the blessings of
incestual sex.
But that's me. I'll never try and say my life has been typical or even
"normal". I've been VERY fortunate and I thank God every day when I pray
for his guidance and the gifts he has given me that enable me to fulfill
my father's needs and desires. Still, I’m not under any delusions that
everyone feels the same as me... starting with my husband.
When Steve married me he knew I was having sex with my dad. Indeed,
after some horrible experiences in my past I knew that I could never say
my vows to a man who couldn’t accept that part of me. It was something I
can't imagine living without and no matter how much I loved Steve, I
couldn't take on a new responsibility only to abandon another. Thus just
before Steve proposed I told him the full truth - which of course he
didn't believe. It's not that he didn’t think I had an unusually close
relationship with my dad but at the same time he couldn’t imagine it was
so far as incest. That day he watched from the closet as my dad fucked
me and then he had no choice but to believe me. As things have turned
out, that was the first AND last time he ever has watched me having sex
with my dad, even so much as a blowjob.
It's not like Steve is some sort of prude - far from it indeed! Like the
guy was fucking plenty of other girls long before he took my virginity
and he's had more than his fair share over the years since. He’s another
one of those guys that LOVES fucking young girls who are part of someone
else's family but to do one in his own? Never. Indeed, his sister
Sharon was one of my best friends who was insanely jealous that I was
fucking her brother most every day. She tried everything but he coldly
rejected her every advance no matter how far she would go. Years later
she turned her attention to their younger brother who was more than happy
by then to fuck his older sister. Today they even live together under
the guise of being married, something that drives Steve (and his mother)
insane whenever the subject comes up.
The ONLY time a crack has ever appeared in his wall against incest was
the time his mother caught the two of us fucking in their basement back
when we were just starting to have sex. Of the three of us it would’ve
been impossible to determine who was hornier - his mom after watching us,
Steve who was fucking me hard in a state of pure lust when she walked in,
or me feeling the shock of being caught by his mom on their couch with
her son drilling me deep. Considering the emotional state of everyone at
the time, it's not that hard to picture what happened next. I witnessed
incest for the first time in my life as Steve and his mother fucked each
other for the first time, Steve even cumming inside his mother's wet
pussy. That was the first AND last time such a thing ever happened
between them. In fact today neither of them will even discuss the matter
and if anything Steve gets quite testy if I push the matter to put it
mildly. A couple of our biggest arguments since we got married have been
around that very subject.
I said Steve knew about me and my dad but I did NOT say he approved of
it. Yes, he tolerates it because he loves me enough to look past what I
do with my dad but he won't do more than that. He's never even seen me
hold my dad's dick since we said our vows and he refuses to even have sex
at my dad's house if he’s home. Fortunately my wonderful husband has
never so much as hinted that I should stop fulfilling my duties and
obligations as my father's daughter, but that doesn't mean he encourages
them either. I guess you could say he tolerates my behavior.
As for Marlene, Steve's mom, she hasn’t a clue that I enjoy sex with my
father let alone that her son’s fucking several of the women in my family
- including my own mother! While Steve may not approve of what I do with
my dad he isn’t the least bit afraid to take full advantage of the
"benefits" of marrying an incest girl. He loves fucking my mom the most
- something about that mother-daughter fantasy nurtured by most men I'm
sure. With my mom living so far away though he doesn’t get much of
chance to be with her so these days it's her younger sister, my Aunt
Linda, who gets most of his "attention". Steve also likes to be with
Kristi, my aunt's only daughter, now and then but he's never been all
that excited about sex with her. Although he insists that it’s got
nothing to do with it, I’m convinced it because of her prostitution
background. As much as he may pretend to be turned off by that though,
it’s sort of funny to me how he seems to forget about it when he gets
horny and she’s available.
Marlene may not know about what goes on behind closed doors in my family
but she IS fully aware of the goings on between her youngest two
children. Given her reaction whenever the subject of Jim and Sharon
comes up, I’m sure that if she ever found out about me and my dad that
she would probably disown me. Well, maybe things wouldn’t be THAT bad
but still I'm positive that we wouldn’t enjoy the close relationship we
share today. In many ways she treats me better than her own daughter and
when I call her mom, it's not me kissing her ass but rather a heartfelt
tribute.
Pardon me for maybe sounding a little sorry for myself, but from my
perspective I’m the one who has to make the most compromises and deal
with the most issues. Marlene may feel bitterness and even a little
disgust with the way her two youngest kids have turned out, but it’s not
like they live next door or even in the same state to where she has to
worry about what the neighbors will think.
Actually I think it’s my husband who’s getting the better end of things -
literally. As the head of our household I submit to his every sexual
need even when it means I have to engage in sexual activities that aren’t
exactly on my list of favorite things to do. My Aunt Linda dotes on him
like he’s the son she never had, sometimes even stopping by for a quickie
(and not so quick sometimes). Perhaps best of all for him, she provides
him access to family sex parties even though technically he doesn’t meet
the requirements to participate as he doesn’t have a son or daughter
himself. My mother practically drools over him to where it’s almost
embarrassing. Even my cousin Kristi will set aside most anything when he
shows just the occasional interest although I think with her it’s more to
do with her doing him in front of me than my husband’s sexual prowess.
Although he refuses to be around when I’m with my dad sexually, any other
time he and my dad get along like old school buddies even though there’s
a more than twenty year age gap.
Meanwhile, while everyone else is fulfilling their fantasies, I have to
walk on eggshells around Steve’s mom to be sure I never let anything slip
that might alert her to what goes on within my family. Even harder, I
have to just sit and watch while she and Steve fool around like two
middle school kids on the couch, groping and kissing but never quite
crossing the line. I always seem to be trying to figure out how to
balance my duties as a wife and those of being a daughter which can be
extremely difficult at times, especially given how horny and possessive
they each can be.
I was talking to my best friend Beth not long ago about this very
subject. Beth knows about most everything in my life, probably more than
even my husband I think sometimes. Not only is she one of the few people
outside my family that knows about me and my dad, she’s actually one of
the few girls my dad ever fucked while married to my mom. Make that one
of two with the other being my mom’s best friend. Like many people she
finds my incestual sex life interesting but also like most people, Beth
has never had any interest in doing any such thing with her own father or
brother.
Actually I found myself telling Beth much of the same that I’ve been
writing up until now, then asking her for her advice. As always, she had
an opinion and wasn’t afraid to express it...
“Kelly, why the HELL do you put up with it?” she huffed, folding her arms
as she glared at me, “Sometimes you carry this ‘submission’ thing a
little too far, don't ya think?”
It wasn’t the first time she’d lectured me on the subject and odds were
not the last either. To put it mildly, Beth doesn’t agree one bit when
bit comes to my philosophies on submission. Having gotten married not
that long ago herself, she and her husband have a much different
arrangement where supposedly they are “equals”. Well, in my humble
opinion there’s no such thing as ANY type of relationship where two
people can be totally equal and from what I’ve seen so far, theirs is no
exception to the rule. I would bet they’ve already had several times
more fights and arguments since getting married than Steve and I have had
after being married more than twice as long. If anything, it just proves
my point on why submission is so good for a marriage but she won’t listen
to reason and facts.
Beth apparently took my lack of response as me disagreeing with her which
was true, but then I really didn't want to say so. It didn’t matter...
“Seriously... you HAVE to see it Kelly, Steve’s so taking advantage of
you. Damn girl, you need to stand up for yourself!”
I could feel my face redden a bit but it wasn't embarrassment that was
raising my blood pressure. Best friend or not, there WERE lines not to
cross and Beth knew better than anyone how seriously I took this issue.
Beth was on a roll though and continued... “So let me make a prediction
here... you go to his mother’s house, the two of them play footsie on the
couch leaving you on the sidelines like it’s some sort of weird spectator
sport, and then what? Let me guess… the two of you put on some sort of
sex show for her to watch? Kelly you know I love you dearly but even you
have to admit that’s sort of sick.”
“But he’s my husband and I have to...” I started to refute her but she
cut me off mid-sentence...
“BULLSHIT! You don't HAVE to do anything. C’mon girlfriend, who the
hell taught you that line of crap? Look in the mirror for God’s sake.
You’re young, sexy as hell and smarter than the average bear. Steve
would do ANYTHING if you held out on him for just one day and you damn
well know it.”
Well, she had me there. Still, true or not, THAT set me off and before I
realized what I was saying this came out...
“OK Beth... now listen to me as I’m only going to say this once... I
would NEVER do that to my husband,” I said in a stern and unyielding
voice, “You may not care about treating your husband right but I do and I
will NEVER withhold myself from him, no matter what I want. Before
lecturing me, remember that it’s not like I’ve ever showed up at YOUR
door looking for a place to stay the night.”
Ouch! It was a low blow to bring up something that I’d promised never to
bring up with her. That night when she and her husband had really gone
at it was probably the low point of her new marriage and for me to use it
now against her was pretty bad of me and I instantly regretted it.
“Oh Beth, I’m soooooo sorry,” I pleaded as she rose abruptly and started
to head for the door.
Beth wasn't listening, or at least not reacting until after opening the
apartment door she turned to me with tears streaming from her red eyes.
“Well fuck you Kelly. At least I have my self-respect... I haven’t caved
on my morals just because my husband wants to screw little girls... I’m
no doormat for my mother-in-law. And MY parents didn't groom me to be
their little home sex toy. So you know what? You can go fuck yourself.
Or do you need your overlord husband’s permission to do THAT as well
these days?”
With that outburst she stormed out and now I found myself in tears. I
couldn't ever remember her saying anything like that to me before. Oh
sure we’ve had our fair share of fights and arguments over the years -
what best friends haven’t? But she’d NEVER said those type of horrible
things to me before. As quickly and easily as the words had flowed,
obviously these weren’t new feelings for her. It was just her emotions
that had lowered her defenses, allowing her most inner feelings to emerge
and it hurt me to know she felt this way about me.
About an hour later Beth called me and apologized and we both cried our
eyes out on the phone making up to one another. Still, later that night
after I’d dutifully sucked off my husband I was lying there in bed naked
next to him and found myself lost in thought as he drifted off to sleep
with my head in his lap.
If anyone else but my closest friend had said the things Beth had I
would’ve easily shrugged them off. Heck, over the years those would’ve
sounded downright complimentary compared to some of the nasty things
people have said to me. But when they’re from the one person you trust
with your deepest secrets such words take on a whole new meaning.
Was it true? Was any of what she said the truth? Could I possibly be
THAT big of an idiot to be so blind as to not see the truth? It was the
part about my parents “grooming” me really bothered me. I can’t even
begin to estimate how many strangers have said something similar to me
over the years but I’ve never taken such hateful words seriously,
figuring it was just idiots on the Internet jealous of what I enjoyed
with my family. Still, I’d given this a lot of thought to this very
matter over the years once people started throwing it at me and I’ve
always come to the same conclusion. In any case, so what if my parents
HAD groomed me? If anything I should be thankful that they cared enough
about me to prepare me for my proper role in life as a wife and daughter.
No, the part that REALLY made me think was the deal with Steve and his
mother. I had to admit that even I get frustrated at times with their
antics. More than once I DID feel like she was using us for her own
self-gratification, even if she strongly denied any such thoughts.
C’mon, really? The woman sits in the bedroom and watches her son fucking
me and she’s not getting off about it later? Either she’s lying through
her teeth or she’s one really twisted personality. Then again, it’s not
like either wasn't a good possibility. As much as I loved Marlene, she
was a little weird as well. According to Sharon, ever since her husband
dumped her for that young bimbo secretary she was never quite the same.
The more I thought about it the more I questioned whether or not it was
time I pressed for the real reason why my husband had one of the oddest
relationships I’d ever seen between a son and his mother. There HAD to
be more to what either of them had told me. It was downright crazy the
way they pushed the line so hard and then tried to act as if nothing
happened. What REALLY happened after they moved to California so many
years ago? What REALLY went on while they lived alone together after
returning to Pittsburgh? What REALLY did they do these days when I
wasn't around? Steve adamantly claimed that if anything it was less than
when I was there as my presence apparently stimulated them both but I was
starting to wonder if that was just a fib to boost my ego.
Well, maybe the time had finally come to learn some answers. There was
just one problem... Was I really ready for the answers?
Chapter 2 - Mother's Day Also Falls on Sunday
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Sunday’s are my favorite day of the week. First and foremost it means
another opportunity to attend church and worship God. Even if I miss the
Wednesday night service or any of the other weekly activities like my
Bible study or prayer group, the Sunday morning service is the one thing
I try never to miss. Usually we attend the second service even though
it’s the boring “traditional” version which means less lively music and
more solemn in general than the earlier “contemporary” service. The
problem is making it to church by 9:00 AM is just a little more than I’m
usually up to, especially when the Saturday night before ended late.
Sunday’s are also the day we ALWAYS eat out. Well, technically most
day’s my husband and I eat out as I don't exactly have the greatest
skills when it comes to the kitchen. Steve likes to say I’m great in the
bedroom but unless he’s doing me on the counter then the kitchen’s not my
place. No “barefoot and in the kitchen” at our house, it’s more like
“heels and in the bedroom”! So anyway, what I intended to say is that
Sunday means a NICE dinner out - no carryout or fast food. The
restaurant has to have tablecloths (cloth, not paper) and real waiters
who aren’t chewing gum. Usually we go right after church although some
days we may put it off and make the meal do for dinner as well.
Another fun thing about Sunday is it’s the perfect opportunity to dress
up and look good for church. I love it when the husbands and fathers
all stare at me. Oh sure I like being stared at anywhere but there’s
something about them doing it at church that makes it special. Of course
since it IS church I can't get TOO carried away with what I wear but if
anything that makes it all the more fun as well as more challenging.
Going to a club is easy in that I can dress as slutty as I want and if
anything it just means that I blend in with the rest of the herd.
Church is a different matter as it’s where people expect a girl to dress
somewhat conservatively. Even something as simple as a short skirt or a
low cut blouse that reveals a little extra cleavage becomes amplified in
terms of the attention it gets. What wouldn't warrant a second glance in
a club draws stares and head shaking at church. At a club I could go
practically nude and while the guys will look, it’s like they expect it
and aren’t surprised or otherwise impressed. Wear something even the
least bit suggestive to church though and bam, everyone is looking and
whispering. For an attention freak like me, it’s like nirvana!
As much as I enjoy the appreciate looks from the men, sometimes I get as
much or even more of a kick from the reactions of the wives and mothers.
Needless to say, most of them don't seem to have the same appreciation of
my efforts as the husbands and fathers. It’s sort of along the line of
when we visit my dad’s younger brother (Uncle Jim) and my Aunt Shari gets
all bothered about what I’m wearing - or should I say NOT wearing in most
cases. I sometime wonder if she realizes that the more apoplectic she
gets, the better it makes me feel about myself. I mean like if these
women did NOT get upset and jealous of me, THEN I would have a problem.
Finally, but certainly not last on my list, is Sunday is a day for an
extra special tradition. I’m a huge believer in traditions in that I
believe they are the glue that binds a family together. A family without
traditions is usually not a family for long, or at least not a close one.
This particular tradition started way back when I was still living at
home. Back then in my high school days my dad use to visit me in my
bedroom every morning before he went to work. Sometimes he would just
masturbate as he watched me sleeping but usually I’d be awakened by
either his hard dick pressed between my lips or even sometimes my pussy.
Often it was something more in between the two extremes depending on how
I was doing that morning but invariably he would get off one way or
another with his cum left behind either on me or sometimes in me.
Now that I don't live at home our morning tradition has morphed into
something a little different but the basic core of the tradition remains
the same. Now instead of him stopping by my bedroom each morning,
instead I come by every Sunday morning before church to submit myself to
him - as every Christian daughter should. As soon as we’re done then we
go to the service together. If you think wearing a short sundress makes
you feel good, try wearing it with your own father’s cum practically
dripping from your freshly fucked pussy as you take your seat in the pew.
As you may have already guessed, that same cum leakage is also the main
reason why I usually wear underwear to church. Yeah, I HATE underwear
but then as I’ve often said before, there are lines even a slut like me
doesn’t cross in church. Indeed, it’s such morals and ethics is what
separates a true slut from the skanks.
The key to making all this work and why it’s been such a successful
tradition is we’ve never made it into some grand production where it
becomes a burden after a while. Usually I show up alone (sadly my
husband doesn’t go to church with me most Sundays) maybe a half hour
before the service starts. Fifteen minutes or so is usually plenty of
time for just getting my dad off be it just sucking his cock or letting
him fuck me. As always when it comes to sex with my dad, it’s HIS
enjoyment that’s the most important. If I cum I just consider it a bonus
as the whole point is to please my dad. It all goes back to being a
proper Christian daughter and fulfilling my obligations by submitting to
my father’s needs and desires (the whole “honor your parents” thing). I
submit myself to my dad for HIS enjoyment, not mine. Not that I don't
enjoy it mind you, it’s just that MY pleasure comes secondary to his.
Yes, it may seem complicated to some people but to me it’s just common
sense.
And so it was when I awoke to the annoying buzzing of my iPhone alarm on
Sunday morning. As I stretched out to poke the snooze I felt my
husband’s warm nude body pressing against my bare butt. Rolling over
cautiously so as not wake him, I gently pulled down the covers and gazed
longingly at Steve’s beautiful flaccid cock as it lay over to the side
all but covered by the thick bush of pubic hair that sprouted from its
base. Memories of how well he’d fucked me with that incredible dick not
that many hours earlier came flooding back and my pussy tingled with the
desire to feel him inside of me again if for nothing else than for a few
quick moments.
Instinctively I started to reach for my husband’s cock but at the last
second somehow found the willpower deep down inside of me to pull my hand
back. As tempting as it was I knew that there would be plenty of
opportunities later. For now I had to get moving if I was going to get
to my dad’s house in time to fulfill my duties as his daughter. It’s not
like I hadn't pleased Steve the night before after all.
One last look at that wonderful dick before I got out of bed. God my
husband looked so handsome lying there naked on his back sound asleep! I
wanted to just run my hands and tongue all over his nude muscular body
and then mount him, riding his erect dick until he flooded me with his
warm love.
Suddenly I felt myself jump as my finger pressed down on my wet slippery
clit. Oh my, I hadn't even realized that I’d pushed my hand down there
and now here I was already masturbating without even really thinking
about it! Reluctantly I pulled away and slipped out of bed as softy as I
could without waking him.
Entering the bathroom my bladder suddenly reminded me that it needed some
immediate attention as well so I took care of the little detail before
anything else. Brushing my teeth, I poked my head out of the bathroom to
once again take in the sire of my wonderful husband stretched out without
a stitch of clothes on his lean body. Mmmmmmm, perfection!
After my shower and finishing my hair and makeup, I walked out into the
bedroom and opened my closet to deal with my usual Sunday morning
quandary - what to wear. The good news was I had lots of options.
Between my own shopping trips and those courtesy of my father and
husband, my closet was pretty mush overflowing with all sorts of outfits.
Of course most of the ones they bought me weren’t exactly suitable for
church even by my standards although I doubt either of them would’ve
complained if I wore them there. The only problem was that I couldn't
say the same for the church leadership! Indeed, as a teenager I’d had
more than a few run-ins with the church authority figures although
usually they took the case to my mother first. Fortunately she stood up
for me in all but the most egregious cases although there had been more
than a few “mother-daughter” discussions at home about dressing
appropriately for church.
With the weather warming up the options were even more open. I LOVE
sundresses so starting in Spring and going through most of Fall they were
pretty much my uniform of the day when it came to church. Unfortunately
I couldn't wear them to work at school. A light frilly sundress would’ve
definitely crossed the line when it came to the public school dress code
for teachers even though it was still light years more relaxed than what
I’d had to deal with at the private Christian school I’d taught at before
finally securing a position in the public school system.
Sunflower yellow and sky blue are my two favorite colors for sundresses
although I probably pretty much have the rainbow covered in my closet. I
tried to think back to last week and was pretty sure it was the yellow
one that I’d worn for the first time this year to church. It was my all-
time favorite with thin shoulder straps that attached more to the side of
my bust than right on top like most did which gave the illusion of a
bigger bust. Hey, anything that makes my boobs look higher and bigger is
a go for me!
Thus it came down to the sky blue version. It was a pretty plain design
but I loved the color which ultimately won the day. It also was a little
shorter than the yellow version which hadn't been all that long to start
so I knew I’d be turning more than the usual heads this week which was
just fine with me given the mood I was in. It also turned my dad on to
be seen with me on his arm even if people knew me as his daughter and
thus most likely never even considered what had gone on between us not so
long before.
That’s one of the things I love about having sex with my dad right before
church - going to the service and knowing what we’d done with so many
people seeing us together without a clue as to what we’d been doing
literally just minutes before. I enjoy fantasizing about what some of
the more sanctimonious bitches with their holier-than-thou attitudes they
wear on their sleeve at church would say if I lifted my hem and pulled
aside my cum-soaked panties so they could see my dad’s incestuous sperm
seeping from my freshly fucked pussy? Then again, it also gets me
tingling to fantasize about the reactions of all those guys who stare at
me while trying so hard NOT to appear to do so.
Dropping the towel to the floor, I pulled the dress from the hangar and
slipped it on over my head, letting it drop and then working it down
where it would catch from being so snug in the middle. Just as I was
about to reach around to pull it down the back I felt it moving down all
on its own. Well, as it turned out it had a little help...
“Mmmmmmm, good choice, one of my favorites in fact,” I heard from Steve
who had sneaked up behind me, “Now if you would PLEASE tell me you’re not
going to wear any panties under it...”
I turned to face my husband who must have been more awake than I’d
realized for him to be able to sneak over behind me so quietly as I
picked out my dress.
“Yeah, I imagine you’d just be thrilled if I didn’t,” I teased him as I
lifted it up in front to reveal my freshly scrubbed bare pussy.
His leering smile quickly faded as I pulled open the top left drawer of
my dresser where I kept my panties and pulled out a matching pair of
French cut panties. Slipping them on, I almost laughed as he seemed so
disappointed, like a boy who thought he was getting a puppy but then told
to put him back.
“Oh come on my horny hubby, you don’t really expect me to wear THIS dress
to church without any underwear under it, do you?”
Steve gave me a look that clearly conveyed that such a thing was EXACTLY
what he was hoping for.
“Ohhhhhh, quit looking so sad... maybe later when we go out I’ll leave
them behind,” I tried to console him but he didn’t seem happy with even
that offer so I changed tactics and asked, “How about I promise to take
them off before I get home from church?”
Steve had something going on, I could tell. It’s hard to describe but
there was just something about the way he was fidgeted, almost like a
little boy that needed to go to the bathroom.
“OK buster... what’s going on?” I asked, deciding just to confront him
head-on as I really didn't have time to play Twenty Questions.
Steve bit his lower lip and I couldn't help but notice his dick was no
longer flaccid, in fact far from it as it was starting to raise up all on
its own like a missile raising up on its launch pad.
Steve noticed me staring at his cock and he teased me by flopping it up
and down with his hand saying, “How about I make you a deal... I’ll go to
church with you today but YOU have to leave the panties home.”
Boy, talk about a good news - bad news proposition. For Steve to even
offer to go to church was music to my ears as usually he never would go
unless it was a major event like Christmas or Easter. It’s not that he’s
an atheist or anything, it’s just he doesn’t like large organized
religious groups which included the Presbyterian Church. But to wear
this dress without anything under it all - no bra or panties, was a
little dangerous even by my standards. Still, it wasn't like I couldn't
just be a little extra careful, especially doing things like sitting down
and getting up when it tended to ride up. Usually I didn't worry about
flashing a little underwear but if I was going to go commando then that
put things in an entirely different perspective.
There was also one more thing to consider before making such a commitment
and it’s not like it wasn’t important...
“OK but we have to stop by my dad’s first,” I reminded him as if it was
something he could forget.
“Oh.... whatever,” he said, allowing a frown appear for a moment before
he perked up again saying, “Well it IS Mother’s Day after all and since
your Aunt Linda is a mother I suppose I could find something to keep me
occupied while you do your... thing.”
Wow, talk about a series of understatements! When he said “something to
keep me occupied” I just about burst out laughing. Oh yeah, like
screwing my favorite aunt was just something to keep him occupied. And
as for me “doing my thing”, I’ve always found it amusing how my husband
would twist the English language into knots to avoid using the “I” word.
I mean like would it really kill him to say “incest” just once?
I dropped the panties back in the drawer and smoothed out my skirt as
Steve watched approvingly. Well, hopefully the sun wasn't too bright
such that it wouldn't shine through my dress as I walked through the
parking lot.
Steve patted me on the butt and kissed me as he made his way to the
bathroom to get ready.
“Now THAT’s much better. Besides, you know you love it anyway.”
He was right!
We arrived at my dad’s house a few minutes later than I’d planned thanks
to having to wait for Steve but there was still almost 45 minutes before
the service started. It only took five to ten minutes to drive there and
adding in the time to park and walk in, that left a good half hour which
should be plenty of time for the two most important men in my life to
enjoy themselves.
“Hey, look who the cat dragged in with her,” my aunt teased as she opened
the door while we approached. She must have been watching through the
front window and seen us drive up. Normally she would’ve been out of
sight by now but seeing Steve with me must have grabbed her attention.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure,” she asked, looking at Steve as she
closed the door behind us.
Steve was just staring back at her so I explained that it was Mother’s
Day and that Steve had asked if he could come along to give her a
present.
“Oh really? And just what would that be by chance?” she asked, knowing
full well ahead of time what the answer would be.
Steve finally spoke up replying, “Well, where would you like me to give
it to you?” with a special emphasis on the “give it” part.
Aunt Linda laughed and took him by the hand, leading him to the living
room.
“Well, seeing as Kelly will be heading upstairs this morning, I suppose
we’ll just have to make do in the living room.”
By that I took it to mean my dad was waiting for me in their bedroom. It
was a little different than usual as normally he was waiting for me in
either the kitchen or living room. As I was always in a dress of some
sort, typically he just had me bend over the table or a chair and he’d
lift up my dress and take me standing up so as not to wrinkle my dress
and allow him to keep his clothes on.
I gave Steve a quick kiss and a pat in his crotch. God, he was already
hard as a rock! Oh well, that was all the better for my aunt. Meanwhile
I had my own man to deal with...
I quickly made my way up the wood steps to the second floor and across
the hallway to the master bedroom. Inside I found my dad leaning over as
he looked in the mirror atop the dresser, fixing his tie.
“Damn tourniquets,” he fussed, “Whoever came up with this idea I hope
he’s rotting in hell.”
Another time and place I would’ve taken the time to commiserate with him
as indeed, it did seem like a pretty silly thing to wear but then look at
some of the things women have worn over the ages.
“Hey, was that Steve I heard?” he asked as he turned to face me.
I quickly explained our deal which brought a smile to my dad’s face.
“Can’t say I’m disappointed but in THAT dress going bottomless is a bit
risky, don't you think? Especially today with it being so crowded.”
Now that he’d mentioned it I couldn't help but wonder if I’d made the
right decision. I mean it’s not like Steve would’ve bailed if I’d pushed
the issue. My husband LOVED fucking my mother’s younger sister and had
push come to shove he would’ve caved but then that’s not the way I
believe a wife should treat her spouse. This is what my husband wanted
and if I could deal with it then that’s what I needed to do as a proper
wife.
“Maybe I should just walk in like this,” I teased my dad as I lifted the
hem up over my waist, revealing my naked bottom and pussy to him as I
twirled in a circle.
“Now THAT would certainly make it a service nobody would ever forget,” he
laughed but as he did he was unzipping his dress pants and reaching in to
pull out his almost completely erect dick.
“Hmmmmmm, I see somebody likes my outfit,” I said softly as I wiggled my
hips.
My dad put his hands on my breasts, cupping one in each hand through the
thin fabric as he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. Our tongues met
and I felt myself tingle deep inside as his fingers tweaked my nipples
through the dress.
“Why don’t you lean over the bed there and let me show you how much I
like it,” he said as our lips finally parted.
I’d barely done as he asked when I felt him push in from behind, driving
his erect cock into my wet pussy as quickly as he could. It was like he
couldn't wait to fuck me and now that I was there he wasn't going to
waste a single moment.
“Oh daddy!” I sighed as he thrust himself deep inside of me.
“Oh baby girl... I love you so much.”
It was all he said as he began thrusting himself in and out of me but it
was like music to my ears. Yes indeed, my father had said the very words
I wanted so badly to hear. It wasn't just the words that told me he
loved me though as his cock drilled deep inside of me. Indeed, how could
he NOT love me when his actions told me that he did. How could he lust
for me and want so badly to give me the most personal thing he possessed
if he didn't love me the way he did?
“Yes daddy... love me,” I somehow managed to blurt out as he literally
pounded his dick into me, driving me down onto the bed with the sheer
force of his desire for me, “Take me daddy... I want you to show me how
much you love me.... let me please you... You can do anything to me daddy
- anything.”
My father’s hands were on my bare hips, my sundress pulled up and out of
the way as he drove himself in deeply and then just held himself there
with the hairy bush of his crotch ticking my bottom. I could hear him
grunting as he ground his stiff dick around inside of my tight pussy.
For whatever reason my dad seemed especially horny this morning. Usually
he liked to talk to me as he fucked me, telling me how much he loved me
and how I pleased him and made him happy. He would call me a good
daughter and thank me for giving myself to him. Almost always at some
point or another he would want me to suck his cock as I looked up at him
and our eyes would meet as he pushed it down into my throat. I loved to
taste him after he had been inside of me, the smell and taste of my pussy
covering his cock knowing just moments earlier it been that thing I’d
felt way up inside of me.
Not this morning though. Today was one of this rare times when it was
like all he wanted was to fuck me and fuck me hard. I knew exactly what
the expression was on his face would be if I twisted myself around at
that moment. Indeed, I’d seen it so many time before in similar
circumstances when I became more to him than just a daughter. It was
that almost animal look of desire and lust that would sometimes frighten
me back when I was younger and didn't fully understand. It was at such a
moment when I knew that I was his totally and completely. Even if for
whatever reason I HAD wanted him to stop I doubted that he was capable of
such rational thought. He was going to fuck me and cum in me and nothing
in the world could stop him now. Yet instead of being frightened by such
fervor, it just made me all the more excited.
Actually he lasted longer than I’d expected. After fucking me for ten
minutes (the clock on the side table by the bed was my reference) I
figured he had to be cumming soon as hard as he was doing me. But if
anything, he was stroking himself even faster now without any signs that
he was about ready to step off that cliff.
Then without any warning whatsoever my father began to ejaculate inside
my pussy. Finally he spoke again...
“Oh god!” he cried out, “I’m cumming baby... God I’m cumming in my little
baby girl.”
Yeah, I think when I’m fifty and assuming he can still get it up he’ll be
saying the same words. Like at what age does ANY girl stop being her
father’s little baby girl?
I could feel my dad’s incestuous erection thrusting inside of me, knowing
that with each push he was releasing yet another load of his fatherly cum
deep inside of me. Sometimes I can feel the warmth of cum as it floods
me but today I was so intent on his dick inside of me that it wasn't
until he started to pull out and I felt it running out of me that I paid
any special attention. Reaching back around my butt, I scooped some up
and then turned to face him.
“Mmmmmmm, I love this,” I said as I licked his cum off my fingers. Then
I reached down for seconds. After all, it wasn't like there wasn’t
plenty for me to enjoy!
“Damn but you look like such a fuckin’ sexy slut when you do that,” he
gushed appreciatively.
I smiled back at him, seductively licking my fingers clean of his cum.
I’d always loved that nickname he’d given me way back when I first
started having sex - “my little slut”. Little did I know back when I was
just fourteen that a couple of years later it would be HIS cum that I’d
be tasting after I’d been just fucked.
“We need to get going daddy,” I reminded him, nodding towards the clock.
We had just ten minutes, barely enough time and even so we were probably
going to be fashionably late this morning to the service.
He just nodded as I hurried to the bathroom and grabbed some Kleenex to
wipe myself off. Damn, he must’ve really been loaded this morning
judging from the way it just kept draining from me as I wiped it off time
after time. Oh well, I grabbed a handful to take with to try and get the
rest on the drive over. I found myself starting to question the wisdom
of my agreement with my husband regarding my lack of panties. As thin as
this dress was and with the color of material it would show any wet spot
like it had flashing lights announcing itself.
Speaking of my horny husband...
I hurried down the stairs ahead of my dad just in case the two of them
were still going at it. It’s not like either of them were shy about
being seen having sex but for whatever reason my husband didn't like
doing it front of my dad, even if it wasn't with me.
As it turned out, my concerns were totally validated. I’d no sooner
turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs but what should I see in
front of me was my aunt riding my husband as he sat in the leather chair
in the living room. It was the perfect chair for such a thing as I knew
from plenty of past experience - firm with a wide seat, it had strong
arms that were perfect for maintaining balance as you rode the guy
sitting under you.
“Sorry babe, looks like we’ll be missing church today,” Steve informed me
as I approached them. The grin on his face totally conflicted with his
words though. Sorry my ass!
Damn, it’s not like I shouldn’t have seen this coming from a mile away.
No doubt he had no intention of attending church from the get-go and this
had all just been a ruse so he could fuck my aunt this morning. And to
think I hadn't even thought to bring along my panties just in case
something like this happened. Like duh, where had my brain been this
morning not to anticipate this? It’s not like it was something I
shouldn’t have suspected that Steve would pull.
Oh well, what could I say? Steve was my husband and this is what he
wanted so it didn't really matter how I felt about it.
I backed out of the living room, taking one last moment to enjoy the
erotic sight in front of me. My Aunt Linda might be pushing fifty now
but you’d never know it seeing her as she bounced on my husband’s
erection. She’d taken off her dress and was just wearing her bra and
panties with the panties pulled to the side to allow for Steve’s dick to
have easy access to her hairy dark crotch and pussy. Damn, I could only
hope my genes had some of what was in hers!
I closed the French doors in the entrance to the living room just as my
father made it to the first floor.
“Let me guess,” he said with a grin, “Just you and me this morning baby?”
Oh well, it’s not like THAT was the worst thing in the world that
could’ve happened. Besides, Sunday mornings were a tradition between my
father and me that didn't include my husband anyway. After all, Steve
got me every other day of the week so I didn't think that asking for just
one morning to be dedicated to my father was too much.
On the way to church I kept dabbing my leaking crotch with a Kleenex. I
had my dress pulled up and bunched around my waist as the last thing I
needed was a wet spot on the back of it when we got there, Fortunately
by the time we made it things seemed to slow down. If nothing else, it
seemed to make my dad happy to watch me judging from the somewhat lewd
comments he was making about me riding with my skirt pulled up to my
waist. What the heck, I figured better to deal with a few wrinkles than
the alternative.
Actually the service went by quickly without anything all that eventful.
Being it was Mother’s Day they were handing out small corsages to all the
moms. I couldn't help but notice that many of the mothers were now
younger than me which made me feel a little left out. Here I was just 28
years old and already starting to feel like my biological clock was
ticking away. While Steve and I had been talking more seriously lately
about a baby, I was still on birth control so even if we DID decide to
have a baby to would likely be months before I was pregnant. Then again,
if my mom’s and aunt’s experiences had anything to say about things, I
came from a pretty fertile line and it wouldn't take much to get me
pregnant!
Somehow or another I managed not to leak during the service although
immediately after I made my way to the ladies rest room and once inside a
stall hitched up my dress and used some toilet paper to clean off what
remaining cum from my dad that had managed to gather. As I checked
myself out in the mirror, it was all I could do not to grin as I noticed
the disapproving looks from one of the mothers standing behind me. Yeah
like the stupid bitch wouldn’t be wearing the same outfit if she hadn't
gained fifty pounds since high school.
Of course I was the recipient of numerous appreciative looks from the
guys at church, many of whom knew me well and I knew had come to expect
me to “entertain” them. More than a few of them had even fucked me at
one time or another although I never did anything to let on that there
was anything like that in our history. I’ve always made it a point never
to let them do me twice and this type of thing was a major reason. Sure
it was incredibly hot and erotic to seduce them into cheating on their
wives for the first time but there weren’t any long-term benefits to
maintaining any sort of relationship with them. It was enough now to see
the look in their eyes when they saw me, knowing that they would all fuck
me in a heartbeat if I ever allowed them.
By the time we got home I saw another car had parked in on the street in
front of the house. It looked like Kristi and her husband had finally
made it over. At least she hadn't forgotten about her mother on Mother’s
Day! I hoped that my husband and her mom had finished their thing before
she’d arrived although I doubt it would have had any impact on anything.
Given the family sex parties they attended together it’s not like there
was anything the two of them could do that would surprise my cousin.
Actually as my dad pulled into the driveway and made his way down the
slope to the garage I started to wonder just what might be waiting for
us. Knowing the four of them in the house it could be just about
anything! Here was another thing I hadn't thought through when I agreed
to my husband’s plan earlier this morning. OK, so going bottomless to
church turned out to be a non-event but that didn't mean who knows what
was going on while my dad and I had been at the service.
Fortunately as things turned out my fears had been for naught. Well,
maybe “fears” isn’t the right word as it wouldn't have bothered me no
matter what they were doing. Maybe “concerns” would have been then a
better way to say it as we were supposedly taking Steve’s mother out for
dinner and if things had blossomed into some full-out orgy then who knows
when we’d ever be on our way to her house. It’s not like I could just
call up Marlene and explain that we were going to be late because we all
decided to have sex together!
It was thus a bit of a surprise when we walked in and found the four of
them in the basement family room fully dressed and ready to go. Wow,
maybe we WERE getting old! For my cousin this had to be some sort of
milestone in her maturing process to pass up such an opportunity but that
was something we could talk about another time so I didn't even bring up
the subject.
Instead, Steve and I gave out goodbyes and hit the road. It would take
maybe a half hour to get to his mother’s place with the holiday traffic
and she was expecting us in five minutes so no matter what we were going
to be late. Well, it’s not like SHE was ever on time...
Chapter 3 - Pushing My Mother-in-Law
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As things turned out we were only fifteen minutes late - which for Steve
was “early”. Much to my exasperation, I’d learned early in our
relationship that if we really needed to get someplace at a certain time
then I had to make him think it was at least a half hour earlier. At
least then when he was “late” we’d had a fighting chance of being on
time. Fortunately it’s not like his mother was any more punctual than
her son so at least she couldn't hold THAT over our heads. Indeed, even
though we were still a little late (by my definition) as it turned out
Marlene wasn't anywhere ready to go when we arrived. Heck, she was still
in her bath robe when we walked in through the back door to the kitchen!
“Hey mom, happy Mother’s Day,” Steve was the first to greet her.
My husband put his strong arms around his shorter mother and hugged her
tightly before loosening up just enough so he could lean back to kiss
her. As always in such situations, this was no innocent peck on the
cheek but rather a full blown open-mouth, tongue touching smooching. As
I waited patiently (well, maybe not THAT patiently) it was at least a
couple of minutes before they finally broke apart enough for me to
express my wishes to her for a happy Mother’s Day as well.
At least given her state of undress there was no need to apologize for
being late. Instead it was Steve’s mom who was making up the excuses for
running behind which was fine by me. Yet again I found myself having to
hold back as I’ve never understood how people like Steve and Marlene can
always be at least thirty minutes late. Like if you KNOW you’re always
going to be a half hour late, then why start a half hour earlier and be
on time? It was a minor thing I guess but no less irritating. Then
again, I guess I could have to deal with some of the crazy quirks my
friends told me about when it came to their husbands and family. In the
grand scheme of things running late wasn't even in the same league of the
horror stories I’ve been told.
Once I finally grabbed the opportunity to wish her a happy Mother’s Day,
Marlene turned to me and gave me a hug although it wasn’t anything like
that she shared with her son. Stepping back a bit, she looked over my
outfit closely for the first time as until then she’d pretty much been
focused on her oldest son.
“Hmmmmmm... now that’s a pretty dress Kelly, I don't think I’ve seen you
wear it before. New?”
I smiled and answered as I nodded towards my husband, “Yeah, Steve just
bought it for me.”
Marlene grinned as she looked over at Steve and rolled her eyes, “Yes, I
can definitely see why he would like it. So I’m just guessing here... it
didn't come with any underwear?”
At first I wasn't sure whether to take her seriously or not. Was she
joking, teasing or just being sarcastic? Then I saw her and my husband
exchange glances and from the grins on their faces I knew she was just
teasing me so I decided to give a little back myself.
“Well you know your son better than I do mom.”
For just a moment I think it was her turn to wonder where I was coming
from but then she shook it off and smiled. The funny thing is that if
she were to ask, I might’ve told her that I wasn't teasing but then that
wouldn't have been nice of me.
“Oh well... the days I could get away with wearing something like that
are long past me,” she sighed melodramatically.
“Awwwwww mom,” Steve consoled her, putting his arm around her and
grabbing her butt firmly, “You still look great.”
Marlene turned to me and shrugged her shoulders. I noticed she made no
effort to dissuade her son from fondling her ass. “Well Kelly, what can
I say when my son’s my biggest fan?”
In a different time and place I might’ve said something sarcastic about
it being the same as when your father was your biggest fan but then I
knew that Steve would’ve killed me. As it was we all laughed and then
Marlene told us to take a seat in the kitchen and help ourselves to the
wine coolers in the refrigerator. She promised she’d be ready in ten
minutes but I knew from past history that it would be at least twice that
long that if not more.
Moving into the kitchen as she disappeared, I thought about how with the
traffic and all on the drive over we hadn't really talked all that much
so if anything this would give us a chance to catch up on the morning
“activities”. We just had to be careful not to let his mother overhear
the conversation. It sort of irked me more than just a little that we
still had to play this little game. Like when was Steve going to finally
own up to things and tell his mother what all went on with my side of the
family? Even if he wasn't ready to tell her that her daughter-in-law
was being fucked by her father he could at least admit to what he did
with the other women in my family. No matter how his mother felt about
the subject, technically some people wouldn't call that incest since they
were not related by blood even though in MY book it still counted. It
was an important point for me in that it was the basis for the rationale
that allowed me to have sex with other members of my family without
having to call it adultery.
“So where are we going to eat?” I asked. Steve had this blank look on
his face and for a moment I panicked.
“Oh good lord Steve, you did remember it’s Mother’s Day. We’ll NEVER get
in anywhere nice if you forgot to make reservations.”
Seeing the look of sheer exasperation on my face, Steve couldn’t keep a
straight face any longer and burst out laughing.
“C’mon, give me a break Kelly, I’m not THAT dense,” he teased me, “Of
course we have reservations.”
He then explained to me how he’d managed to secure a nice table at one of
pricier downtown hotel buffets. There was just one hitch - it wasn’t for
another two hours. I didn't say anything but I knew then that he’d
likely forgotten until the last minute and thus had to make do with
whatever crappy time was available. Oh well, at least we had something,
even if it was in the middle of the afternoon.
“Soooooo...,” he went on, reaching over to put his hand on my upper
exposed leg, “How should we pass the time until then?”
From the way his hand was moving up my leg with his fingers already under
the hem of my dress (as short as it was and with my leg crossed it meant
he was only a few inches away from my crotch already), it was pretty
obvious what HE had in mind. Then again, as a heterosexual male it would
have been more a surprise if her hadn’t.
“What’s the matter stud, my Aunt Linda didn’t satisfy you?” I teased him
although I certainly wasn't about to do anything to discourage his
wandering fingers.
“Shhhhhh!” he hissed at me, looking worriedly over his shoulder at the
hallway which led to his mother’s bedroom, “Damn it Kelly, what if she
heard you?”
“Oh phooey, she won’t be ready for another half hour and you know it,” I
huffed, “Besides, why would she care anyway?”
“Well, you know how she is...” Steve started to say but I cut him off,
this time clamping my hand down on his to hold him in place as I turned
towards him.
“No I DON’T know how she is,” I sighed, “You know, I’m so sick and tired
of worrying about what your mother knows about. This is really getting
to be tiresome.”
Steve’s face darkened, maybe not physically but I don't know how else to
describe his expression.
“Shit, we’re not going to go THERE again, are we?” he asked but it
sounded more like an order than a question. In the past it would have
been enough to cause me to back down but after my recent exchange with
Beth I wasn’t ready to back off so easily this time.
“You know, it IS Mother’s Day,” I started to say softly but he was way
ahead of me.
“As so you think that that makes it a good time to tell my own mother
that I have sex with my wife’s mother and family?”
He paused but I wasn’t saying anything so he continued, “You know how I
feel about all that Kelly, so just drop it, OK?”
Damn! I wanted to scream at him and say that NO, I didn’t know how he
felt about it. Oh sure, I knew what he told me but I knew there had to
be more that he was hiding away deep down from me. Well, to be honest so
far everything had gone just as I had assumed it would when I’d thought
about this earlier so while he might not realize it, all was going
according to my plans...
“Whatever, “ I huffed, acting as though I was accepting what he’d said,
“So you wanna fuck me eh?”
I said it in a mischievous voice and got exactly the reaction I expected.
It was the same reaction I’ve gotten all my life whenever I ask any guy
that question - a huge smile and a hard dick - not that he hadn’t been
erect since kissing his mother. Yes, I noticed!
Steve started to reach under my dress for my unprotected pussy but I
scooted away and stood up.
“Uh uh, not here my horny husband. Let’s do it on the bed where it’s
more comfortable.”
He didn't have to be told twice. Within a matter of minutes we were both
naked on his bed with me on my belly between his legs with his dick in my
mouth. I still had my heels on but otherwise had removed my necklace and
bracelets. Steve had his head propped up with a couple of pillows so he
could watch as I worked his cock. Yep, two things I’d learned from back
when I first started blowing men - they LOVE to watch and the love it
even more when you make eye contact.
“Damn... I don't think I can EVER see enough of you doing that,” he
gasped as my tongue worked around his swollen head while my fingers
cupped his hairy balls and gently rolled them.
Then I noticed his eyes shifted from what I was doing to something behind
me. Glancing over my shoulder, sure enough there was Marlene standing at
the doorway watching us. What a surprise... NOT! As usual, she hadn't
said a word or made a sound to announce her presence and if past
experience held true, she wouldn't say anything as she watched either.
It had been that way from the first time she’d watched us. Back then I’d
been a little surprised to say the least but then who wouldn't be under
the circumstance. Naturally I also had expectations that she would soon
join us but nowadays I’ve come to accept that she never will. Marlene
was still in her robe although it looked like she’d done her hair and
makeup. The robe was untied and fell open just enough to show that she
wasn’t wearing anything underneath. regardless, she wasn’t touching
herself or otherwise doing anything to suggest she was turned on by
watching. Again, no different than any other time.
THAT was what really got to me - her just standing there doing nothing
but watching us! In comparison, my own mom use to enjoy watching my dad
fucking me and like Marlene, she always liked to see Steve and me
together when she could. The BIG difference between our mothers was that
in my mother’s case she almost always masturbated while she watched.
Sometimes it was just a light touch, not necessarily enough to bring her
to the point of reaching orgasm, but at least enough to show that she was
turned on. Actually I’d never even seen Marlene masturbate period, let
alone while watching us. Although Steve liked to rub her through her
panties or other clothes I’d never seen her touch herself, at least not
in my presence. I couldn't believe that she didn't do it when she was
alone though. I guess it was the difference in how you’re brought up
with her obviously having been taught that such things were done in
private.
Oh well, in the course of the past two years this had all become sort of
routine so for the moment I returned to Steve’s dick and more or less
forgot all about his mother as I worked to please my husband and her son.
Still, it was sort of like hearing a song and then not being able to get
it out of your head. Like when someone tells you NOT to think about a
pink elephant, no matter how I tried NOT to think about it the harder it
was not to think about it. As I sucked Steve’s dick, Beth’s words came
to mind again. Should I at least TRY, even though I knew it would be
courting potential disaster on a day that should be full of hope and
promise?
Well, it couldn't hurt to try a LITTLE, could it?
Feeling determined, I got up on my knees and worked my way around 180
degrees and draped myself over Steve in a 69 position. Lowering my bare
pussy to his face, he eagerly started to lick me as I turned my attention
back to his hard dick. Only now I also had a great view of his watchful
mother. Steve had always told me to just ignore her and so far I’d
listened to my husband’s directions but heck, it was Mother’s Day for
goodness sake!
“You know... I LOVE sucking his dick,” I said softly, my eyes fixed on
Marlene’s. She met my gaze without looking away but otherwise didn’t
respond in any way.
Lifting myself up a bit, instead of sucking him I started to stroke his
wet cock with my hand as I ground my pussy in my husband’s face. I could
feel his tongue as he tried to push it inside of me and it tingled
soooooo good!
“It’s just a dick you know... you can touch it and it won’t bite - I
promise,” I whispered seductively to his mother. Steve started to say
something but I pushed my crotch down onto his face harder to muffle
whatever he was trying to say.
This time I got a reaction from her but not exactly what I was hoping
for. Marlene shook her head slowly although she DID smile, perhaps
trying to show me she wasn’t offended, just not accepting my offer.
Well, I wasn’t ready to quit THAT easily. At least not this time.
“It’s not really sex you know... blowjobs I mean... and I KNOW you like
to touch him.”
Indeed she did, even though every time I’d ever seen her doing it her
hand was always over his underwear or pants or whatever he was wearing at
the time. Personally, I could never quite figure out how grabbing an
erect dick through cotton briefs was any different than holding it bare
but obviously SHE saw a distinction. I guess after almost two years now
I’d sort of become use to it but then I don’t know if will ever totally
understand such convoluted logic.
Then the proverbial light bulb lit over my head. Like duh! Damn, why
hadn’t I ever thought of this one before? Reaching over, I pulled the
sheet over and covered Steve’s crotch such that his dick was now poking
up under it like a tent pole. With my hand staying under the sheet, I
continued to stroke him but now, or so at least I hoped, maybe this was
the opening to new possibilities...
Although I didn’t come right out and say anything, it was obvious from
the odd look on her face that she had already realized my intentions.
Whether she knew it or it was just an instinctive reaction, Marlene
licked her lips quickly and I noticed she seemed to be shifting her
weight back and forth, almost as if she needed to use the bathroom.
Suddenly I couldn't help but gasp as Steve’s tongue was rubbing up
against my clit now and it felt like an electric shock shot through me.
Then his lips grabbed my clit and he gently tugged as the tip of his
tongue teased me. God it felt so good! I doubted that he had any idea
of what was going on at the other end other than me stroking his dick. I
wasn't even sure whether or not he even realized what I’d done with the
sheet although he probably didn't care one way or the other. His renewed
efforts at eating my pussy were timed perfectly though even though it was
sheer coincidence that it was just what was need to get his mother’s
interest a little bit of a shot in the arm.
As his tongue licked me, my pussy was screaming with pleasure. God I
wanted so bad to throw off that damned sheet and take my husband’s
erection in my mouth but instead I fought back the temptation and locked
my eyes on Marlene’s as I bit my bottom lip when my orgasm caused me to
moan uncontrollably. It felt so hot to have her watching but I wanted
more... much more!
“Help me,” I mouthed silently to my mother-in-law.
At first I thought this would just be one more time where she remained
stoic and restricted herself to just being a voyeur to her son’s sexual
life. Then slowly, oh my god ever so slowly, she started to walk towards
us and finally sat on the edge of the bed. Between my husband’s tongue
in my pussy, the orgasm that was still racking my body, and the sight of
his mother sitting now just a couple of feet away from where I was
stroking her son’s dick under the sheet was all part of one incredible
erotic moment. Like this was a first and even if it went no further, it
was something that might help in the future.
Fight back the urge to drag her over, I tried to be not too aggressive
and scare her off. Instead I just nodded to her, glancing down at the
rigid pole below me that was pushing up against the white sheet. Now it
was her turn to bite her lower lip. I held my breath, not wanting to
break the spell as without a word Steve’s mom reached over and wrapped
her hand around the ghostly image that was protruding upwards. I held
onto my husband’s dick at the base, directing it straight up to the
ceiling and holding it still as she tentatively gripped it in her hand
through the sheet. Her eyes were now fixed on her son’s covered dick and
I noticed she never so much as glanced upwards at me. It was almost as
if I didn’t even exist to her at the moment and indeed, maybe that was
exactly what she wanted.
Granted, this wasn’t QUITE what I’d been hoping for as seeing Marlene
holding his dick through the sheets wasn't much different than what I’d
witnessed in the past when only his underwear, swim trunks, jeans or
other item of clothing served as the barrier between them. Still, the
sheet was about as light and thin as anything he wore and I was sure she
could feel the warmth of her son’s blood-engorged cock in the palm of her
hand as she gripped it.
Funny thing was, I still didn't think Steve had any idea what was going
on as with my crotch planted on his face he couldn't see his own lower
extremities. Unless he’d noticed the slight dip in the bed when his mom
sat down, there really was no reason for him to think anything other than
I was now using both hands on him. Judging from the non-stop tongue
lashing he was giving me, I was pretty positive he was clueless as to the
change of events that was taking place between his legs.
With the sheet still covering her son’s dick, it wasn't like Marlene
could really stroke it the way she could have if her hand had been
directly on him, especially if she had wetted it down a bit with her
mouth first. Again, nothing new here as whenever I’d watched before
she’d just rubbed and gripped him. Not that it wasn’t enough at times to
make him cum although that was rather rare. Usually it was more like
something she did while they kissed or he was fondling her rather than
focusing just on her hand on him.
As I watched, I wondered if she was as turned on as I was by what she was
doing. Was she wet with excitement? I kept waiting for her to reach
down between her legs and rub herself at least a little but THAT would
have been really pushing things. To date I’d never seen her do much more
than a quick rub of her boobs while stroking Steve and even that was more
to settle them in place than to get herself off. It wasn’t like it
would’ve been all that difficult as her robe had mysteriously pulled up
to her waist as she sat sideways on the edge of the bed with her legs
crossed.
Seeing her without panties underneath was quite a surprise as it seemed
she always wore them. Like my own mother, Marlene was rarely without her
bra and panties. MAYBE she might not wear a bra under her robe but she
ALWAYS panties. Of course in some of her lingerie outfits she didn't
wear a bra but again, panties were always there of some shape or size.
Come to think of it, until now I’d never actually seen her pussy exposed
other than what was visible through some of her more sheer panties. It’s
not like we showered together or even dressed in the same room.
As hot as all this was, it wasn’t what I wanted, especially considering
it was Mother’s Day. OK, so maybe it was a little cliché but it just
seemed like this was the sort of event that begged for something
momentous to occur - the perfect day for one of those “first time”
stories. True, she’d never so much as done anything other than stare
when Steve and I were in bed together before this WAS something new.
Still, it wasn't exactly front page headlines but more like a small
article at the bottom of page three. Well, what was there to lose by
pushing a little more?
Pulling my free hand from under sheet and keeping my balance with the
other, I gently pulled the sheet to the side. At first Marlene seemed
determined to ignore my efforts, keeping her grip firmly on my husband’s
cock and thus preventing the sheet from pulling over any further. I
tugged a little harder and this time she finally looked up at me and our
eyes met. She shook her head firmly, her message obvious, but I refused
to take her NO for an answer and tugged a little harder. I felt a bit
constrained in that I didn’t want Steve to wonder what was going on.
Something told me that if he DID know what was happening then he would
get cold feet and join sides with his mother, bringing everything to a
rapid conclusion and an unsatisfactory one at that.
Thank goodness, this time she reluctantly released his dick and I quickly
took advantage of the opportunity, tugging the sheet over to expose that
beautiful erection for us both to enjoy. God it looked so yummy and it
took all my willpower to keep my mouth from just diving down and
engulfing it. Instead, I gripped it again by the base, his lush black
pubic hair poking through my fingers as I looked up at Marlene who was
now sitting up straight on the edge of the bed.
It was obvious she wasn't about to do anything on her own so I reached
out with my hand open, offering to help her but she seemed more
determined now and started to sit up straighter as if she was going to
stand up and return to her post by the doorway. In desperation I reached
out and grabbed her just above the wrist, pulling her back towards me.
She resisted but yet there was something in the way she pulled back that
seemed less than determined. It was like she WANTED me to “force” her to
do it and I so obliged her, tugging harder until her hand was right next
to her son’s stiff cock.
Left with “no choice”, Marlene reached over and for the very first time I
saw Steve’s bare cock in his mother’s hand. Ok, so technically it wasn't
the first time but fourteen years is a long time and there’s a huge
difference between a mother catching two horny teens in the basement
versus that same mother stroking her thirty year-old married son as he
ate out his wife! At first she was tentative but then it wasn’t like she
was some young teenage girl giving her first hand job.
I had no doubts that Marlene led an active sex so I felt confident she
knew what to do. My confidence was confirmed when she leaned over and
drooled spit over his cock to slicken it which allowed her to stroke it
better. OK, so she didn’t put it in her mouth but it was definitely a
step in the right direction so far as I was concerned. As the minutes
went by, she became more and more active, her hand moving up and down the
stiff shaft of her son’s cock faster and faster. I loved the way she
would twist her fist when at the top, causing her palm to rub over
Steve’s bulbous cock head which I knew he loved. Oh yeah, she definitely
knew what she was doing.
Hmmm, time for Steve to learn the truth...
Feeling quite naughty now, I rolled over to the side which allowed me to
press my bare body up against my husband’s with my wet pussy close to his
ear. Steve must have thought this was a prelude to me sucking his cock
because he leaned his head back and kept his eyes shut tight, waiting for
the feel of my lips surrounding his cock. When that didn’t happen, he
opened his eyes and lifted his head to look down to see what the problem
was and that was when he realized what was REALLY happening.
“MOM!” was all he said but it spoke volumes as he repeated it saying,
“Mommmmmm!” The words were the same but the tone was vastly different.
The first was an exclamation of surprise as I knew he had to be shocked
by what he saw given he’d had no warning beforehand. Yet within the span
of a split second that surprised tone transformed to one of lust as his
second exclamation was so much deeper and sexier, more like he was paying
her a compliment this time.
As for me, I didn’t say a word out of fear of spooking either of them.
It was like being in the wild watching two animals up close, afraid to
move and cause them to bolt out of sight. I wanted so bad to rub myself
as I felt ridiculously horny watching Marlene stroking my husband’s cock
so intimately for the first time. Now if she would just suck it! Who
knew where THAT might lead. Needless to say I knew where it would if I
had anything to say about it, but something told me this was now out of
my hands... literally.
Well, as it turned out I was counting my chickens well before they were
hatched. Any thoughts that Marlene might blow Steve, let alone get on
top of him and ride it, were WAY premature but at least they were now one
step closer, even if neither of them would likely admit it. Usually
Steve would need me to suck him a little to make him cum but evidently
the sight of his mother jerking him off was more than enough for him as
he began to groan uncontrollable and his hips started to thrust upwards
against her hand. From plenty of past experience I knew what he wanted -
to have something around his dick be it a mouth or a pussy. At the same
time I knew this was just instinctive on his part. No doubt he wouldn't
have pushed his mother away - not in the aroused state he was in at the
moment, but at the same time I didn't assume he even was aware of what he
was doing either and so far as I could tell, Marlene wasn't taking the
hint.
“Oh my god!” Steve groaned through gritted teeth as his back arched and
he started to cum.
A HUGE eruption of cum burst from his dick him and shot straight up in
the air, narrowly missing Marlene’s face (damn!) and landing on her
outstretched arm and hand. She didn’t pull back though, pumping his
spurting cock like she was madly liking a cow as one after another load
of sperm flew up and added to the mess on her hand and arm. God, would
it ever end? Well, of course it did eventually but not before there was
quite an impressive amount of fresh sperm just lying there going to
waste. I debated whether or not I should lean over to clean it up with
my tongue but this wasn't the time or place for self-indulgence.
Keeping her hand on her son’s already dwindling cock, Marlene scooted
over and leaned down to kiss Steve. Well, it was probably a good thing
she hadn’t taken his cum in her mouth as Steve would never have kissed
her if she had, or at least he’s never allowed ME to kiss him with my
mouth filled with cum. If there’s one thing my husband is NOT, it’s gay!
Then again, this WAS his mother so who knows? Steve reached under her
robe and I could tell her was fondling his mother’s boobs as they
continued to kiss. Finally they broke apart and this time she stood up
at the edge of the bed, seeming to ignore the cum dripping from her hand
and arm. She looked over at me with a funny expression and I wondered
what she was thinking right then. Then she turned back to her son and
smiled.
“Now THAT was quite the Mother’s Day surprise,” she said softly. Then
she turned back yet again to me. “And as for YOU, my naughty little
daughter-in-law, I think we need to have a talk.”
With that she motioned to me to follow her as she left the room. I
looked at Steve who was all grins by now but he just shrugged with a
“don't look at me” type of look and then laid his head back and sighed
loudly. What was he thinking? I was dying to know but no doubt I’d find
out before the day was out. Marlene was at the door now and seeing I was
still lying next to Steve, she motioned with her finger again. Something
in her eyes told me this wasn't just a simple request any longer so I got
up and followed her, still in my heels but not bothering to cover myself.
Really, what bother at this point?
Chapter 4 - The Truth Comes Out
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I’d expected to follow Marlene to her bedroom but instead she stopped by
the bathroom where she grabbed a towel and cleaned herself off before
going to the sink to wash off the residue. Drying herself with a fresh
towel, she turned towards me with an odd smile.
“So I suppose you’re quite pleased with yourself about now, eh Kelly?”
Like how do you respond to THAT sort of question? Then again, it really
wasn’t so much a question as a rhetorical statement as she didn’t seem to
be expecting an answer from the way she quickly moved on.
“C’mon, do you really think that I haven’t done that before?” she said
quietly, not looking me in the eye, “And no, I’m NOT referring to that
little debacle in the basement when you two were kids. Do you really
think that you’re somehow so persuasive that you could seduce me into
doing something against my will, especially after all the little sex
shows you always seem so anxious for me to watch.”
ME anxious for HER to watch? Now that was an interesting spin on past
events to put it mildly. From my perspective, SHE was the one who
started all that. It’s not like we did it on her bed or anything. From
my perspective, SHE was the one who opened the door and watched the first
time... and every time after that although the door wasn't closed anymore
after the first time.
Maybe she realized that she was stretching things a little as she frowned
and said, “Well, maybe I was a little to blame as well but you have to
understand; after what happened back then I didn’t know how you would
react if I allowed things to go any further while you were around.” Her
face suddenly paled a little and she lifted up her hands as if to protest
her own words. “Oh now don't take me wrong, I don't mean we had sex or
anything... well... I mean it’s not like we were lovers. It was just
with all the stress of moving, the new job, not to mention Steve’s
feelings about leaving you... then there was Sharon and Jim... Still, I
wouldn't expect a Christian girl like yourself to understand and I never
wanted anything that might cause you to leave Steve or be unhappy with
him.”
All this was more than a little surreal so far as I was concerned. While
Marlene had grabbed her robe and slipped it on before getting to the
bedroom - albeit not bothering to tie it closed or even wrap it around
her tightly, I was still nude with just my heels on as I sat on the bed
next to my sexy mother-in-law. This was a first for me. Sure, she seen
me naked plenty of times but it was always when Steve and I were doing it
and never alone with her. It’s not like I was shy about nudity or
anything, it was just... unusual I guess you could say.
“Ummmmm, understand what exactly?” I asked softly, as if I didn't already
have a pretty good idea where this was going. Still, I wanted it to be
completely open and explicit to be sure there was no confusion or
misunderstandings later.
Marlene sighed and again averted her eyes. “Well, last time I checked
most Christians consider incest to be some sort of sin, or at least not
allowed by the Bible.”
“So you’re saying that you and Steve have sex? That you have an
incestual relationship?” I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice and sound as if I was surprised yet without appearing shocked.
“Does that shock you?” she asked looking more worried than anything, “I
mean would you think any less of either of us?”
I reached over and took her hands in mine. “Mom, I love your son and
there’s nothing that will ever change that. So far as I’m concerned, the
only part that bothers me is that you felt you had to hide it from me and
instead played this ridiculous charade for all this time. Do you have
any idea how weird this has all been for me?”
Marlene nodded. “I can imagine but then wouldn't it have even more weird
to know your husband has been having sex with his own mother since he was
sixteen? Now I DO know you guys are into some kinky stuff and whatever,
like swapping with other couples, but a lot of people are into that sort
of thing. I mean it’s not like you didn't already have quite reputation
when we moved back here. Still, it’s not like it was anything all that
crazy... although I do have to say you’ve been quite the busy girl since
we moved.”
Just as I thought I’d finally heard the revelation I’d been hoping for
though, she paused and then clarified one little detail...
“Oh and just so we’re clear about one thing... when I say ‘sex’, I mean
oral. I know some people don't believe that oral sex is ‘true’ sex but
for my generation, Bill Clinton aside, sucking a dick IS sex. I mean it
wouldn’t be right for him to actually penetrate me - I AM his mother for
goodness sakes. THAT would be wrong and I have to say, I still regret to
this day allowing myself to get carried away that one time. It has
haunted me ever since. How any parent could have that sort of sex with
their own child is beyond me, don't you agree?”
That last part was accompanied by a bit of a smirk which I wasn't quite
sure how to take. Was she making fun of me or even criticizing me? Did
she know more than she was letting on about me? Then again, did it
really matter?
“Soooooo, now what?” I asked, deciding that it was probably better to
change the direction of this conversation while I had the chance.
“What do you mean?”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes despite my better judgment.
“Well, why call me in here?”
Marlene huffed softly, as if I shouldn't even have to ask the question
but I wanted everything out in the open without any reservations or
misunderstandings. It’s not like I hadn’t been wanting to have this
conversation for over a year now but now I wasn’t sure where to go with
it. This wasn't exactly how I’d played it out in my imagination before
now.
Marlene shrugged. “I guess I just assumed that you might want to talk
about what just happened. I mean it’s not like every day a woman sees
her husband’s mother giving him a hand job.”
Again the unintentional eye roll but why was she being so coy in the
first place?
“I mean... like you and Steve... now what?”
“Well, don't get any ideas about family threesomes or anything like
that,” she quickly said, leaning back and holding her hand like she was
stopping traffic, “Just because things got a little carried away today
isn’t any reason for anything to change... don't you agree?”
Of course I did NOT agree but then it wasn't like I was being given a
real choice here. Suddenly l I realized I was now in the same sort of
situation Steve faced every time I had sex with my dad. Did I really
want to watch his mother blowing him - assuming she’d allow it in the
first place? I had no doubt at all that Steve wouldn't hesitate given
his flair for showmanship when it came to sex. It was quite obvious that
the one holding everything back from the beginning was his mother and I
wasn't seeing any real cracks in that wall she’d built up. Sure, today
she’d crossed the line but from what I was gathering, she was already
retreating back.
What Marlene didn’t know was the internal struggle I was having as to
what I should be telling her about my own incestual family relationships
- the magnitude of which made hers look miniscule by comparison. Could
she handle the truth? Well, not based on what I’d heard so far. I’d
always imagined that at a point like this I’d be spilling the beans but
now that events had finally fallen into place it was looking more and
more like such secrets would remain secret, at least for now. Then
again, it wasn't like I was ready to totally just let this all slide and
go on acting as if nothing had happened...
“I agree,” I said but at the same time I scooted over closer to her,
“There’s just one thing though that I think you and I need to get out of
the way...”
She seemed puzzled and then even more so as I leaned in and kissed her on
the lips.
“Kelly... no,” she whispered huskily but at the same time I saw she
wasn't stopping me or even retreating the tiniest bit. If anything, she
leaned into me.
“I love you mom,” I whispered back as I put my arms around her neck and
pressed my nude body against her robe. We kissed again, but this time we
didn't pull apart and instead our mouth opened and tongues explored as
she hugged me and pulled me in tighter against her.
I wanted so badly to reach within her robe but figured this was pushing
things as far as I thought she might be ready to go. We kissed for
several minutes before I heard something at the door.
“Now THAT’s something I’ve always wanted to see!”
Sure enough, Steve had sneaked and was standing there naked in the
doorway, stroking his growing dick as he smiled broadly. At that moment
I knew exactly what I wanted...
Motioning with my free arm, Steve came in closer and I saw his dick was
fully erect now. Typical guy, seeing two girls kissing was enough to
practically make him cum just watching. Now make those two girls his
wife and mom... well, you get the picture.
“Fuck her... I want to watch,” I whispered to him.
Wow, like was he really going to do it? FINALLY was I going to see my
husband fuck his own mother? Sure, she’d been pretty forceful just now
about NOT wanting that to happen but in the heat of this moment, who knew
what was possible.
Steve started to move towards his mom and I knew that look in his eyes
all too well. It was the same look my father gets in a similar
situation, that look that tells me he was now on autopilot, that his dick
was firmly in control and nothing was going to stop him until he’d cum in
her. It was the sort of look that thrilled me yet at the same time could
be a little scary. While I knew neither man would ever do anything to
hurt me, at the same time it was like a volcano when it begins to erupt -
nothing stops it.
Then again, I wasn’t Steve’s mother...
“No.”
That was all she said. One word. Soft but firm with no room for doubt
as to who was in control. I guess had it been me and my dad had tried to
say no I might have protested a little - and usually got my way. In this
case I immediately sensed a totally different dynamic. It was like I was
seeing the two of them in a totally different light. Such a simple
exchange yet it spoke volumes. Indeed, there was no doubt who was in
charge in this relationship. In a way it answered a lot of questions, in
particular why Steve had never told me anything. No doubt Marlene had
directed that such information be kept secret and I knew now that so far
as the two of them were concerned, what mom said was law - no questions
asked or tolerated.
He may have respected his mother’s command but that didn't mean he had to
like it. Steve got that hurt puppy dog look he would get whenever he
didn't immediately get his way but his mother just ignored him and if
anything, she finally tied her robe and stood up, putting distance
between her and the two of us.
“I think it’s time we went to dinner, don’t you think?” she said matter-
of-factly, as if we’d just been watching TV together.
And just like that it was like everything changed. She turned to go to
the bathroom while Steve and I quietly went back to the room to get
dressed. Like wow! I had a million questions I wanted to ask Steve but
they would have to wait until later - if a good time ever arose at all.
Meanwhile, we still had dinner ahead of us. I couldn't help but wonder
what the conversation would include.
Later that night in bed while Steve was fucking me I tried to steer the
bedroom talk towards his mother but it was like he didn't hear a word I
was saying. It was OK though. Today a major crack had appeared in the
armor that he and his mother had put up in front of me. Where this would
lead, if anywhere, remained to be seen...
THE END