A Simple Domestic Love Story
An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more.
Specific Violence Warning: If you don't want to read about domestic violence, skip chapter 5 entirely. I completely understand. You'll still be able to understand the story even if you miss some things. There's also a hard slap in chapter 1.
If you have decided to stay and read all of it, then thank you! Your feedback is always welcome, negative or positive, so feel free to leave me a comment.
Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. This story is a fantasy by, about, and for adults.
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--1--
I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.
This started when I was eighteen and in high school. I grew up in a small town. We had five churches, a community college, and a combined junior high/high school. I had some friends, but I wasn't what you called popular. I guess, if I'm honest, I was a nerd. I still am, but I was then too. The big difference was that I was ashamed of it. I wasn't big, strong, or brave. I wasn't as smart as some of my peers. I got bullied some, but since I didn't stand out that much I suffered a lot less than others. And honestly, I didn't have a lot of hope.
I lived at home with my Mom, Dad, and my little sister Becky. That's not her real name but I chose it because if she ever read this, she'd totally hate it. Our house was a small white ranch house with vinyl siding. We had three bedrooms, all in use, two bathrooms and a small kitchen, dining room, and office. The basement had a workshop and a pool table and a lot of boxes. We were at the low-end of middle class, but to me it was just normal. I had a game console, and the family had a computer. I was sensitive enough to be grateful for what we had, but that also made me vulnerable in ways my sister wasn't.
Dad was tall and coldly handsome and Becky was skinny and sweet. I'd be lying if I told you that this story was about them though. Mom was a looker. At least I thought so. I still do. She had black hair that she liked to wear in a ponytail. She had an hourglass figure that was easy to notice even in the "mom clothes" that she tended to wear. Her breasts were large and just between firm and saggy, aer ass was round and soft and filled out anything she wore. She had some extra weight that I knew she was ashamed of, especially around her belly, but honestly, she was pretty hot. She never really wore anything revealing enough for you to appreciate her beauty though, at least then. Her eyes were blue as ice and had a way of holding your attention. She still loves to be complimented on them.
I was all too aware of our father's distance from us. His lack of interest couldn't be called dislike. You have to care about something to dislike it. He saved that for Mom. I don't know what, if anything, happened between them to push them apart. I suspect that he just resented her for getting pregnant twice and ruining his shot at some kind of bigger life.
She gradually began to resent him right back. And that's where things got fucked up for me. It started with little things, like never believing that I had done my chores or homework. Don't get me wrong, I could be lazy, but generally, I was better about these things than my friends. Or my sister for that matter. I noticed the difference in treatment, but I figured I had done something to deserve it. As time went on, and it because clearer that Dad increasingly treated her poorly, she got more argumentative with me, more likely to explode. Even Becky noticed. We got along and she had, in her own way, taken to try and console me after Mom yelled at me. She was never there for the really bad stuff though.
It was a slow process, but I remember when she pushed me too far. I was starting to get mixed up inside. My friends were great, but I didn't know how to talk with them about things. All I knew is that my father didn't love me or respect me enough to do anything everyone else's dad did. And my mom was more than just irritable with me. She had taken to belittling me. Nothing that you would call abuse, but small digs on my clothes, the way I looked, my height, my grades. Nothing was ever quite good enough, everything needed improvement. And I never seemed to be respectful enough for her. It was like she was provoking me on purpose. And I wasn't really a fighter.
It was late spring when this all really started. School's end was in sight but still seemed ages away to me. It was a Saturday afternoon, sunny and a little too warm. We had AC but never turned it on until August to save money, so we were all a little sweaty. Dad was on a "fishing trip" which was the lie that barely covered his affairs. Becky was, thankfully, away at a friends house for a slumber party and didn't see the incident. I was in the living room, playing Knights of the Old Republic obsessively.
That's when she got back from dropping off Becky. She had stopped off at the store and was carrying some grocery bags. I got up to help her, being a somewhat good kid, and I noticed what she was wearing for the first time. I don't think I'm unique in that I didn't really pay attention to what my family wore day to day. Today though, Mom was rocking a tank top. It must of been old because it was too small for her. Not so much that it looked bad. The opposite in fact. Her cleavage was being pushed out the top and her nipples were obvious. Her belly was outlined, and while the media liked to show pictures of women who didn't look like they had a sandwich in years, the outline of her stomach woke something in me that I didn't quite understand. To top it off, she wore short jogging shorts that showed all of her thighs and a very nice camel toe.
She was, at that moment, the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen. And my mom. I immediately popped a huge boner and panicked. And like a lot of people who panic, I froze. She took one look at me, halfway between helping her and not, and I guess between the heat, my father's perpetual unfaithfulness, and her confusion at my inaction, she finally lost her temper and for the moment any sense of maternal affection for me.
"Can you not see me carrying all these fucking bags? Are you that goddamn useless that you'd let your mother lift all this shit by herself?"
If the words were chosen to make me move to help her, then they had the opposite effect. For all of her passive aggressiveness towards me, she never really let her anger out. I think if she had she would have been forced to face up to how she'd been treating me. And she never swore. Ever. I stayed frozen, and my eyes got even bigger. This sent her over the edge.
"You know what? You're just like your fucking father. You take and take, but never do anything for me. Go to your room. I don't want to see your fucking face for the rest of the day. Maybe when you learn to man up just a little bit you can have some food, but no dinner for you tonight."
And that was the real problem, I was soon to discover. To me it was just a face that I saw in the mirror all the time and hated a little more every day. Normal, not really that great. But all she could see was my dad, and it reminded her of all the slights and neglect. She had finally found a target for it, someone that she could take out all the injustices of her life on. Someone weak and insecure. It was the wrong fucking thing to say to me at that particular moment.
I was already incredibly aroused and very confused about it. And suddenly, I wasn't afraid of her any more. The words had done all the damage they were going to do that day. I was just angry. I was so incredibly sick of her and her bullshit. I think I even moderated my behavior a little for Becky. No-one wants to have screaming matches in front of their honestly adorable little sister. But she wasn't there, and this was the end of the rope. I exploded.
"You don't want to see my face? Too fucking bad. It's not my fault dad doesn't love you. It's not my fault you got stuck with a kid you hate. And its not my fault you dress like a fucking whore." I said, quietly, dangerously. I wasn't even aware of it but as I said the words I moved closer and closer to her. By the time I was done I was inches away from her face. I'd never actually felt rage before, real burning uncontrollable rage. I don't know what would have happened next had Mom not interrupted my increasingly dark train of thought.
She slapped me. Hit me, really. She never had before, and I'm pretty certain that she meant it to be lighter than it was. It glanced off my cheek and into my nose. It hurt like hell, far more than it actually caused any damage. I saw stars and I felt something wet on my upper lip. For a second, just a split second, I had an image in my mind. It was of her, my mom, crying on the floor. Groceries were spilled around her and I was tearing the shirt off of her. It was crystal clear, and it aroused and sickened me.
To my credit, I did the only other thing I could think of. I turned around, went to my room and slammed the door hard behind me, locking it. I didn't know at the time how she interpreted my behavior, but at that moment I was no longer angry. I just knew, deep inside myself, that I had to put as many barriers between me and her as possible. I knew that I was exactly one bad decision away from being a monster. We weren't getting along, but she was still my mom. I still loved her and I believed she still loved me. I didn't want to hurt her in the heat of the moment. To do something that I could never take back.
I grabbed a towel and held it to my nose as I lay down and closed my eyes. I took deep breaths. I counted down from one hundred. All the little tricks you pick up when you don't want to respond to a bully. I was dimly aware of my mom's voice in the background, and her knocking at the door. I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I knew she wasn't angry any more.
"Sweetie. Honey, oh my god I can't believe I did that. I'm sorry, ok? Please come out and let me look at it. I...I don't know why I said those things. But we can talk about it. Oh god. Please just open the door."
I could hear that she was crying a little bit. I was there but not really there. Part of me wanted to open the door and let her mother me and just let things return to some kind of normal. I don't know what would have happened had I done that. Maybe we'd have ended up getting in worse fights. Or maybe that would have been the spark that led to us returning to some kind of loving relationship. But I didn't open the door.
"Just go away. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want dinner. I just need to be alone." I said it loud enough to be heard, but there was no anger. My voice was dead. Foreign to me, and distant. I was in pain and suddenly sad and tired and my cock was still rock hard. I don't think I would have done anything to hurt her, but in my mind I was dangerous and unpredictable. I couldn't trust my mother to not be angry so therefore I couldn't trust my own reactions.
I heard her crying recede slowly away. I knew I had hurt her. Part of me was pleased that I finally had said something to hurt my bully, but most of me was just relieved that she was farther away and that I wouldn't be able to, well, rape her. That was my fear.
I fell asleep like that, and slept for far longer than I normally would have. I woke in the earliest hours of the morning. It must have been 3 or 4 am. I felt the silence of the house and I knew that my father wasn't home. He'd return late Sunday night with some excuses, smelling of alcohol and sex. I didn't really care though. I was starving and I felt a stickiness on my face that must of been dried blood. And, embarrassingly, I must have had a wet dream because I could smell and feel the drying cum in my underwear.
I was too hungry to care about how i looked or smelled, however. I got up, unlocked the door, and walked as quietly as I could down the hall. I really didn't want to deal with my mom just then. I was certain, absolutely and completely, that she was going to kick me out, or put me in boarding school. Anything to get rid of the monster that she had somehow allowed into her home. I wasn't mad about it, either. It seemed like the right thing to do. Not to put a fine point on it, but shit was fucked up.
Naturally, she was at the kitchen table, waiting for me in the dark. Well I doubt she was waiting for me particularly, probably she just couldn't sleep. She had a look of surprise, then shock at my appearance, then honest to god sadness and shame. It was so pathetic I felt bad for making her see me like that.
She stood up, took me by the hand and led me to the table, where she sat me down. Silently she went and turned on the light and got a washcloth and and a bowl of water. She sat next to me at the table and began to gently clean my face.
I saw that her eyes were red from crying. She was wearing a large t-shirt that went down to her thighs. If she was wearing anything below that I couldn't see it. I wasn't looking either.
She finally spoke.
"Jesus. I...I really hurt you didn't I? After I get you cleaned up, we can call...someone...if you want."
It took me a minute to understand what she was getting at. Did she think I wanted to call the police? I shook my head, but she continued.
"I mean it. You shouldn't have to stay here with me. I won't make anything hard for you, I'll tell them about the fight. And that when you stood up to me I hit you..."
I shook my head again, more emphatically. I was sure of very little right then but the idea of getting my mother put in jail sickened me. I wasn't afraid of her.
"I'm not getting you in trouble, mom. I love you." I said, softly.
"I...I love you too, honey. I've been thinking...I know this isn't just about today. I've been awful. I've said...and even though some terrible things about you. When I should be grateful for everything you do. I'm sorry. I know that it isn't enough, but I'm sorry."
This was probably the thing I expected the least, even though it probably made the most sense. She was apologizing to me? Didn't she hear me call her a whore? Didn't I come close to hurting her?
"I'm not mad anymore. I'm...I'm afraid I might hurt you. I said those awful things...I was so angry..." I couldn't finish my sentence because I had started to cry silently.
"But you didn't. And...and I know you won't. Ever. I hit you, and you stayed in control. I want you to remember that the next time you feel guilty, ok? And the things you said...well some of them were true. Your father doesn't love me, if he ever did. And I was treating you badly. As for how I was dressed..."
I bit my lip. This was bad. There was no real way to talk about this without admitting a few things that I wasn't even comfortable thinking about, much less discussing.
"I think...I think you know that what you called me...whore...is a word men use to degrade women. To make them feel like things. Do you think of me that way?"
"No!"
She smiled. It was amazing how good it made me feel.
"I didn't think so. I think you probably repeated something you heard on tv...or from your father. As for the other part...when you saw me there, before we fought, did you think...that I was attractive? Was it the first time you saw me as a woman...and not just your mother?" she asked hesitantly. I was dimly aware of there being a flush on her cheeks, but I didn't understand why it was there.
I could tell what she was getting at. Just a normal, if badly timed, sexual awakening. Nothing to worry about, only teenage boy stuff. The problem was that it wasn't true. I had been attracted to girls for a long time by then. This was different. Even now I found myself getting hard just looking at her. Her eyes were red, but they held so much love. Her face was open and full of vulnerability. And the shirt clung to her in ways that I don't think she was aware of. I'd never felt this kind of aching desire combined with affection before.
"I think," I started, hesitating, then becoming more certain, "I think you're the most beautiful sexy woman that I've ever seen. It's just that I only noticed it today. I know it's not ok for me to think of you like that, but it's true. I'll try not to be...uh, weird about it."
Her whole face turned red. I honestly thought she was angry again. But then her lips parted and she leaned towards me. It should have made me uncomfortable but instead it lit me up inside. I caught her scent. Not her perfume, but the plain simple scent of her body, and I was suddenly harder than I had ever been in my life. She kissed me, softly, on the lips. It was over much too fast, and I thought i heard her sigh a little as she drew back.
"You're a good and handsome young man, and...and any woman would be happy with you as a lover. Now let's get you something to eat."
I was lost for a moment. Stunned at the boldness of what she had done and the implications of what she had said. But then she was back to mom-mode again suddenly. She made me a simple sandwich, got me something do drink, and then sat smiling at me while I ate it. When I was done she apologized again and then let me back to my room. I was happy with being mothered like this, it had been over a year since she'd really done anything like that. I went to bed and passed into deep sleep beyond dreams. I think she watched me while I dozed off.
--2--
When I woke up I felt better than I had in months. I felt confident and loved. I understood that my mom still loved me. Completely apart from the sexual confusion of the previous night that took a weight off of my shoulders that I wasn't even really aware of. When I came into the kitchen I noticed that things were different between me and her.
She smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek, and then put some food in front of me. It was very normal. But there was something in her eyes, a hunger. I liked it. And she was wearing a sundress that I had never seen her in before, or at least didn't remember. It was a pretty simple, floral pattern of yellow on white. But the front was lower cut than I was used too, and the hem stopped pretty far above her knee. She looked gorgeous in it, and I was painfully aware of it.
At that moment I realized how hard I was and how much I needed to jack off. I was too tired last night and I didn't think of it this morning. Normally I tried to do so multiple times a day. I was hard again now, and my balls ached. I think she knew that I was watching her as she moved around the kitchen, taking care of various chores. She swung her hips quite a bit, and found excuses to bend over. I watched the hem of her dress rise and could see her panties. They were small and lacey. I couldn't believe it.
She turned around and faced me as I finished my breakfast. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she opened her mouth to speak, but I never found out what she was about to say.
The door opened loudly and my father came inside. I could smell stale beer. He poked his head in the kitchen long enough to say "I'm going to bed. Don't wake me."
I could see that the way he said it was meant as an order. Probably to put mom in her place, make her aware of how little he cared for her except as a domestic servant. Something else happened though.
"Ok dear, we won't bother you," She looked at me meaningfully as she continued, "Honey, why don't you get dressed and come with me to pick up Becky. I might need some help with carrying some shopping..."
I didn't understand why she wanted me to tag along, but I didn't want to mess up this new mood. She was happy, she was kind, and that was enough for me. Even being as sexually frustrated as I was at that moment, I had no idea of how things were about to change for me.
Dad ignored the subtext and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Mom winked at me and I went to get dressed quickly. Soon we were driving away in the beat up family minivan. I noticed that we were going in the opposite direction of Becky's friend's house, but I didn't say anything. I was curious and felt a kind of heat in my chest. I wouldn't have been able to explain it then but I knew that it was anticipatory of something.
She didn't talk but she was smiling and humming the whole way. A few times I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Then she'd shift a little in her seat and I'd suddenly be able to see just a little more thigh or the strap of her dress would fall a little off of her shoulder. Slowly, because I've never been the smartest about relationships, I began to realize that I was being teased...no, not teased. Teasing is maybe a promise but can also be a lie. I was being seduced. There was no doubt that the meaningful glances promised something, even if I wasn't experienced enough to understand it.
We had a park just outside of town. It had a few soccer and baseball fields, a man-made lake, and a forest with many paths. On this particularly fine Sunday it was very quiet. Only a few cars parked, one or two people walking in the distance.
"Perfect," she said. I didn't ask for what.
She took a deep breath and turned partially to face me in her seat. I couldn't tell if she was nervous, excited, or both.
"I've been unfair...and cruel to you," she said, "And I want to make it up to you. I need to tell you some things, and then...then you can make up your own mind. I know that...other people would say that you are a child, and that anything I'm about to say to you, or offer to you, is wrong. I...I choose to believe that you are capable of making up your own mind. The only thing I want you to do right now is listen, ok honey?"
At this point, even I realized the nature of what she was suggesting. Not so much that it would be sexual, but that it would change our relationship. No longer would she be just a mother to me, good or bad. And I could tell that she no longer saw me as only a son. The heat in my chest told me my answer. It wanted to know, needed to know what she would say. I could say that I had no power to resist this impulse, but the truth is I didn't try. I nodded to her, and smiled. I looked at her with the kind of love only a son has for his mother. She beamed back at me.
--3--
"I've been awful to you, and I'm sorry. But that isn't enough. You're...old enough to understand now. You probably already do understand at least some of this. So I guess you could call this my confession," she took a deep sigh and continued.
"When your father and I married, I was deeply in love with him. He gave many signs of his affection for me, gifts, thoughtful gestures, trips. But as soon as we were back from our honeymoon things changed. I was pregnant with you and just starting to show. He grew distant. I suspected an affair. He was older than me and more experienced in life. I thought that I had let him down in some way, failed to understand his needs, or... satisfy him sexually."
"As time passed, it became clear that there was nothing I could do to keep his interest. I became resigned to this life. I considered divorce or affairs, but I realized that honestly I had things pretty good. Or that's what I told myself. I didn't have to worry about money, not really. I had you and then he was interested enough in my to get me pregnant with Becky. I was very busy. I had friends. And if I was horny, I had my fingers. I know how shocking that must sound to you, but I've decided that I need to be totally honest."
"Things were like that for a long time. Your father grew more distant, more cruel, even with you, his favored son. He said...says...the most awful things to me when we are alone. But only if I show any defiance. If I behave like a meek, submissive wife, he is at least polite. I started to really resent him when you turned...maybe 8 or 9? He stopped concealing his affairs. He told me where he would be, for how long...and even who. If I questioned him or grew angry, he told me what he would be doing with them. He didn't spare any details. So I stopped asking. I didn't want to know. And I had you and Becky, who I loved so much. You...you don't even know how much of a blessing you both were to me then. People complain about having to take care of children but you kept me sane and balanced."
"Time passed, and I guess you could say I ruined everything. You started to grow into the young man you are now. You were so handsome. You are so handsome. I know you don't think so, but you are. And you look so much like your father. Naturally, I started to see more of him in you. Your mannerisms. The way you walked. Even the way you put on your shirts," she laughed bitterly.
"It was a cruel joke. You see, I started to think badly of you. I wondered if you would be like your father, cold, and manipulative. I could keep these thoughts in check at first. I would tell myself that they were terrible, unfair, and made me a bad mother. But once you started to really grow into yourself... A mother, a good mother, isn't supposed to be attracted to her son. And I'm attracted to you. I don't know if I can tell you how strong...how deep it is. I began to be colder to you. I told myself it was for you...the less affection, the less chance I would cross a line."
"I crossed a different line instead. My sexual frustration grew and fed my resentment. Both fed my guilt. I have so much to be guilty about. You probably hate me, I wouldn't blame you at all. I'm cold and angry with you. Last night I hit you. I wanted to die after I did it. I couldn't imagine what you thought of me. and to make it worse, it was so obvious that you were...attracted to me, last night. Sometimes...often...when I touch myself, I try to think of your father. But it's you who I end up thinking of when I have an orgasm. I think of you on top of me, inside me, in my mouth. I think about you kissing me gently, sometimes I think about you just taking me roughly, like you own me."
"So, I made a decision last night, when I was cleaning your face and realizing how terrible I was. I decided to be honest with you today. I wanted to talk with you at home, but I'm not having this conversation anywhere near your father. So here's my proposal. You can move out and go stay with your grandmother and grandfather for the rest of high school; they would never complain and we could make up a reason. You can tell me to forget about everything, and we go pick up Becky in a few hours and then pretend like none of this happened. We'll go home and I will do everything possible to be a better mother to you, the kind you deserve. Or," here she faltered and looked down.
She looked so vulnerable. I just wanted to hug her and console her. It was strange for me to think this way about my mother, but then, I was thinking all kinds of things that I had never thought before. I was so hard at this point it hurt. I thought my cock would burst out of my pants. To make it worse, I caught mom looking at the conspicuous bulge, which made me feel worse. She finally sighed and broke the silence.
"Or...we become more than mother and son. I wanted to start by making you feel nice today. I have a hard time talking about this, but I don't think it will be hard for me to show you," she looked straight into my eyes here, her gaze singeing me with its intensity, "I want to make you cum, the way a good lover should. I want to be both a good mother and a good fuck. I want to give you every part of me. So that's it. I know I'm putting you on the spot right now...but it has to be your choice to go any further. I...I want you so badly right now that I can't be trusted. And if you let me, I'll show you how good of a woman I can be to you."
There. It was done. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had exactly zero experience with girls or women. And I never, ever thought of myself as attractive. To hear this combination confession and offer was almost too much for me. I sat there, my eyes closed, for probably a minute. It felt more like an hour. She said nothing, but I could hear her breathing. It was fast and a little ragged. Now I know exactly what that means, but then I only suspected.
"Mom. I want you to make me feel good. I...I want to make you feel good too. I want to be your lover."
I'm still amazed I got the words out. She bit her lip and nodded. And nothing was the same after that.
--4--
"OK, baby. We're going to go slow, and tender. Today, I'm your lover and your mommy. I'm going to take care of you, and make you feel good, and special, and loved. If things get to be too much, or you don't like it, or you change your mind, then tell me to stop and I will. Right away. I won't hate you. I'll always love you no matter what."
I wasn't thinking straight, but I knew that I wouldn't ever tell her to stop. I might even push her further than she expected. At that moment I felt very close to her. Her confession and left me confused and aroused but also very clear in my feelings. I loved my mom, I wanted her to be happy, and I wanted her. Badly. These emotions combined in me, and I probably should have realized that I was falling in love with her. It's strange to type it out, knowing what people would think of me. Of her. But it's true. And I think she felt the same for me.
"Come in the back of the van with me."
I followed her gaze to the back, which I had completely ignored in my obsessive focus on her. The seats folded away, leaving a flat bed for moving stuff. She had laid a soft comforter down, making it a real bed. The back of the van also had tinted windows. There was still a real risk we would be caught, and it was exciting, but we were most likely safe.
Before I could get back with her, she got on her knees and pulled the sundress over her head, smoothly. I can still see it in my mind. It was and is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I still tell her to this day and she still blushes. I saw the lacy black panties that I'd glimpsed before. I saw the way they outlined her pussy, but could be seen through. And she wasn't wearing a bra. There she was, topless, her heavy breasts still obviously firm, her belly a little fat, her thighs soft and white. She was a little self conscious, but as I went back with her I said something that made her light up.
"Mom, you're so beautiful. I...I love you."
She opened her arms to me and gestured for me to go back with her. I didn't need any more encouragement. She laughed delightedly as I pulled my shirt off. I thanked god I had decided it was time to start wearing boxers instead of tidy whities. I pulled everything off awkwardly while kneeling in the limited headspace. I was naked in front of my mother for the first time in years. I barely had any chest hair, but I did have some muscle definition that was new to me. And my cock stood up. It felt huge. I imagine it wasn't that impressive, but as she looked at me she took me in. She licked her lips and I almost came right there.
"Don't worry about anything, OK? You won't surprise me or shock me. And you might cum really quickly. That's normal. And don't worry, we'll just wait until you're ready and start again later. This is for you honey. So lets relieve some of that pressure that I made last night. It's only fair that the cause of your blue balls be the cure too, right?"
Hearing my mother talk in such a way made me wild. I moved into her arms and kissed her. This wasn't soft like the night before. It was intense, like two storms coming together. I felt her breasts press into my chest and I heard her sigh into my ear as I started instinctively kissing her neck. My cock was pressing into the space between her legs and I felt something warm and wet on it. She gently pushed me away.
"Hey," she said with some difficulty between breaths, "We aren't doing that. Not today. I'm sorry but...I'm not ready for it. Just let me take care of you."
She slowly and gently pushed my head to her left breast. I started to kiss and suckle on it while I started feeling the other one up tentatively. I was a quick learner and learned to be gentle and pay particular attention to her nipples. I was rewarded with soft whimpers that drove conscious thought from my brain.
Mom had one hand in my hair and slowly moved the other over my body, but always down. Eventually she lightly held my cock. It had never been held by anyone by me, and I wasn't prepared for the sensation of her warm, soft hand on it. I moaned much more loudly than I intended.
"That's...a good boy," she said, "Let mommy make it all better."
Her grip was light but firm. She began to move slowly, jerking my cock. I was in heaven. When she stopped I was upset but she just laughed, spit in her hand, and started again. The warm wet sensation, moving slowly over my shaft and then the head, was the best thing I had ever felt. It only took about thirty seconds of this for my frustrated balls to release.
I groaned and moaned incoherently as I sprayed my load in the car. Some hit the blanket but almost all hit my mother on her belly and thigh. I was satisfied for the moment and suddenly worried if she was upset at having her son make a mess all over her. She was smiling broadly though. She took her finger and wiped up some of my cum and then locked eyes with me as she licked it off. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a lot of porn.
"Don't worry about it baby, I brought a lot of wipes. We've got another hour and a half so I think I should be able to get some more out of you, too."
After she had cleaned herself, we lay down together and just started kissing. There was no world outside of the back of the van. We explored each other in the way only new lovers can. Slowly, gently, a little teasingly. My hands found every part of her, holding, grasping, sometimes a little too hard. She gasped and moaned in a way I've never experienced with any other woman since. I noticed that her breathing was getting faster, she was pulling me close to her, and her kisses were turning to nips and bites. I stopped briefly and spoke.
"Mom. Is there anything I can do for you? I want to make you feel good too, but I don't know what you like."
"Yes, baby, there is. Will you let me show you how to go down on a woman?"
I had a really basic idea of what that entailed, but it was from porn and even then i knew that what I saw there probably wouldn't be what she wanted. I was however, excited by the idea. For the first time I'd caught the scent of her sex. It smelled musky and pure to me. And I wanted to taste it. I started to move my head in the direction of her slit.
"That's like when I lick your vagina?" Yeah I wasn't the best with women's anatomy. She chuckled, but warmly.
"I don't think your tongue is quite that long. You're going to lick my vulva...that makes up most of the outside parts of my pussy."
Normally I wasn't really big on teachable moments, but as she spoke she had laid back and took her panties off. She spread her legs and I was mesmerized as she pointed things out.
"Do you mind if I show you how I like to...uh...masturbate? If you watch close, you'll see where your tongue should go...and maybe your fingers too."
I nodded fast, but my eyes didn't move from my mother's pussy. As I watched she moved her fingers slowly down to her labia, touching them with familiar movements. I saw her close her eyes as she worked her way up to the top of her sex.
"This is the clitoris. Your father was never really able to find it. Different women need different kinds of touching and licking and...fucking...to come. For me, touching the clitoris too hard is overwhelming, but I don't come without something stimulating it. That something could be your finger, your tongue, pressure from grinding up against you as are inside me. All things that I want to experience. Please...please taste me now baby."
I moved in fast and eager. I mimicked what I saw, kissing and licking my way around her labia. The response was immediate.
"Oh...oh god, baby. It's been...oh fuck...years since...oh god."
I took that as a sign of success and moved up to her clitoris. I remembered what she said and just barely brushed her clit with my tongue.
"Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. You're teasing your poor mother..no...no that's good. Get me worked up a little, then make me cum. Do that and I'll be yours forever."
So I kept licking and kissing, moving around, experimenting with what she liked, and what she didn't. Her breathing picked up and I felt pressure on my head. She was moving me back up to her clit. Now she was barely speaking, just moaning and whimpering.
"Oh fuck, baby. I'm almost there. Fuck, please don't...don't stop. Please give mommy what she needs...she'll be your...oh fuck. OHHHH!"
I had a moment of inspiration and overwhelming desire. I had very suddenly, and too quickly, pushed a finger inside of her. It was my first time feeling the inside of her warm, wetness. It shocked me how hot and tight it was. Lines from porn told me that a woman with kids would be "loose" but she taught me different.
"Oh FUCK. No...no baby that's good. You're so good to me. I need that finger in me. Different, uh, stimulations ca make everything better. Please keep...keep licking me...just like that, at that pace, now curl your finger up...and gently stroke the...OH GODDAMMIT YES."
She ran out of words as I started touching what I later learned was her G-Spot. Her hips bucked into my mouth. I heard her say she loved me at least a dozen times. At least once more she offered to be my slut forever. I kept it up, but increased the intensity and pressure.
"Oh god, fuck I"m cumming baby you've made your mommy cummmm..."
Her back arched, her whimpers became very high pitched, and she covered her mouth to make less noise. Finally, she fell back, limp. Gasping. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing so heavily. I saw that there were tears rolling out of her eyes. She was crying softly and I worried that I had caused it. In a way, I had.
"Oh god baby. That was so good. So right. I'm such an awful mother...I needed my own boy to eat me out. I shouldn't feel this good. I should be in jail."
She looked up at me, and she saw how I was looking at her. I was a horny teenager, and there was a very hot woman in front of me, but honestly, it just seemed to add to the love I already had for the woman who carried me, gave birth to me, and had taken care of me.
"No, mom. I...I think you love me just like you're supposed to. I think this is right. I want to make you feel like this any time you need me to,"
I was guessing as to the right words, and this time at least I was right. Don't get me wrong, the feeling was real behind them, but I really was desperate for her to stop crying and continue to be my lover.
"Oh...OK baby. I'm sorry. This is all just as new to me. I've...I've really wanted you to do that for years. And I always felt so guilty about it. But we're lovers now. And I can see you need your mommy again."
I was young then and much more virile (although Mom would say that I've only become better in bed as time passed, she does kind of have to). I found myself getting hard again. I was happy because I thought I would be getting another wonderful hand job. I was also happy because I discovered that giving pleasure to her turned me on. It's fair to say that the taste of my mother still makes me harder than almost anything else. Mom, if you're reading this I hope that you're blushing and thinking of all the times I've been between your legs, tasting where I came from.
Well, enough of that. I was expecting a hand job. I was sensible enough not to ask for straight-up cock-in-pussy sex. Mom had set a hard boundary on that at the beginning, but I guessed that was more for my sake, in case I wanted to back out. I got the impression that was something she desperately wanted, and if I kept it up she'd ask me to fuck her sooner or later. I had seen blow jobs before but kind of wondered if that was something that real moms would even know how to do. How innocent I was.
"Lay on your back honey. That's good, get relaxed. I'm going to take my time with you now. I want you to cum as hard as I did. That's my good boy. Here, prop your head up with this pillow. You may want to watch what I'm doing. Some men...all of the ones I've been with, anyway, love to watch when a woman. When their woman, goes down on them."
I watched, in awe as my mother, who had been the icon of purity in my mind up to this point, grasped my shaft gently and slowly moved her mouth over the head of my cock. As I entered her willing warmth, I gasped. It was so good. Her mouth was heaven
"Fuck. I love you, Mom. Please...please promise to love me like this forever...like a man you want to fuck."
She stopped briefly and I felt her mouth move off of my cock. She hesitated, which made me worry.
"I...I promise. I don't think I could stop now, baby. Now I want to be yours."
And then her mouth was back, and I was hers. She was an expert at this, at loving with her mouth. I think she is still ashamed of her experience as a lover prior to marriage. But she was committed to me then, and to those who truly commit to her, her loyalty is unshakable. Only someone as cold and manipulative as my father could have driven her away. She has nothing to be ashamed of.
"Mom...oh god...mom please...please keep going."
She varied her speed and pressure. She used her hand to keep me on the edge. And just as I got used to her taking half of my cock in her mouth, I heard her gag and she took all of it. It was unbelievable.
"Mom..I'm going to cum mom. I don't want to..if..." I couldn't even get the words out.
She stopped for a second, "Its OK, let mommy swallow it. You know I love the taste of my son."
That was almost enough by itself. She continued to deep throat me. And I twitched and moaned and finally emptied my balls into her mouth and throat. I felt like it went on forever. It was the best orgasm of my young life. I heard my mother gulp and swallow and make just the tiniest noise of appreciation, like she just had a bite of delicious cheesecake. I went totally limp.
She came up to me, hesitating only for a second, and then kissed me on the lips as we lay together. I tasted myself on her tongue and she tasted herself on my lips. We were without shame, without anything but love and care. We sat there and looked into each other's eyes for a while. Finally, it was time to go.
"OK, honey, lets get cleaned up and go get Becky. She'll probably still smell what happened, but we can tell her that something was spilled in the car. I love you honey. I want you to think...really think...about what we did. Whether you are all right with it or not. I will too. And later, we can decide if we want to become more...more like, uh, man and wife."
I noticed how nervous she was when she said the words. I stayed quiet and thought. It was a new skill for me. I realized that she was afraid of me rejecting her. Afraid of being caught too, but really, the rejection. Once I made the choice to become her lover, that was the future for her. If I changed my mind, I worried about what she would do.
We picked Becky up and she did notice something, although it wasn't a smell. She noticed how well Mom and I were getting along, and it made her happy. She was worried about me, I knew, from things she said to me. It was a strange family, but I was finding that I loved it more than I knew.
--5--
Sometimes things get worse before they get better. Sometimes they get a lot worse. I woke up the next morning to shouting and crying. I went towards the screaming feeling scared, but also something I hadn't ever really felt before: brave. I mean I'd stood up for myself I guess, but I knew that whatever was happening in the living room would require a lot more than a few words said to a bully.
"I saw the fucking cum stains in the car, you fucking whore. Did you think I wouldn't know what they were? Just tell me who you're fucking and take your fucking medicine."
My father was screaming. My mother was crying. His hands were in her hair. She had a black eye from where he already hit her. Becky was frozen, crying, in the kitchen. That broke my heart more than any other part of this. That he would do this in front of his daughter.
Mom saw me out of the corner of her eye but very pointedly did not acknowledge me. She waved her hand. She wanted me to stay away and shut up. She was, after everything that happened yesterday, still determined to protect me. If I wasn't in some sort of romantic love before, I would have fallen for her then. At that point I did something really fucking stupid.
"Stop hitting her you asshole. It was me!"
He looked up at me stunned. I knew I had about three seconds before I became a chalk outline. Mom was shaking her head in horror. I thought faster than I ever had before or since.
"It was Jade, my fucking girlfriend! I didn't have anywhere to take her in this stupid tiny fucking house so I used the minivan. And...and I fucked her. I made a mess. Big fucking deal."
I didn't even know any Jade. At least I hoped I didn't. I really wasn't looking to sic my father on some innocent girl. Luckily my words had the desired effect. As expected, he didn't ask any questions and he certainly didn't apologize to Mom. He came at me and I didn't even bother raising my hands.
"You little shit..." is about all I remember of that conversation. I got hit a few times in the head and then kicked. A lot. Mom shouted a little. He stopped. It was what I expected from previous experiences. Since his property, Mom, wasn't involved, it was just a case of a disobedient son. I knew how to take punches and kicks. Becky cried but it was normal fear, not fear that she was about to see a family member get murdered in front of her.
I did, however, black out a bit. And I lost a little short term memory. The next thing I can recall with any clarity was waking up in a hospital room. My father was nowhere to be seen, but Mom was speaking with hushed tones with a doctor in the corner. He looked alarmed and angry, which I took as a good sign. Becky was sitting next to me and I winked to her to show I was OK. She made a face.
"You look...really disgusting," she said. I knew it meant she wasn't worried about me anymore which was fine. I took a nap.
--6--
I didn't have to make any decisions for a while. I had a few cracked ribs, a fractured wrist, and some significant internal bruising. I didn't have a concussion, but my face was swollen on one side and I had two black eyes. I ended up in the hospital for three nights. Mom and Becky visited me every day, and Mom came again later at night. From the outside I'm sure we looked like any other mother and child, as she held my hand and stroked my hair, but our conversation was anything but. She told me again and again how proud she was of me, and that he'd never hurt me again. She whispered promises that made me blush, and said she loved me. The way she said it, I knew that we were basically a couple. I was happy with that.
I didn't understand at first, but I began to realize that as much as she wanted to protect me, the fact that I had protected her, at the cost of my body, was something she found difficult to cope with. She talked about how guilty she felt, and I tried to be all manly and reassure her that I knew that he would hurt me less than her. She also couldn't stop talking about how no-one, especially a man, had ever stood up for her like that, or had walked into danger for her. I wasn't surprised that she appreciated it, or that it made her love me a little more. I was shocked at how horny it made her. When she talked about how grateful she was she never stopped touching me, her hands always drifting to my crotch. I started to get worried that we would be caught, but she kept herself in line. By the time I was released, I was unbelievably frustrated, and I told her I needed her as soon as possible. I had become pretty fucking bold.
Before I left, the police came and talked to me. I told them everything. Well, I told them the truth about the attack anyway. They clearly bought it, and equally clearly did not like my father. He was arrogant, cold, and now someone who would beat his wife and son viciously. I learned later that Mom made a deal with him. A clean divorce for no charges or lawsuits. She got half but didn't even ask for child support. Her request for custody was uncontested. Neither me nor Becky ever saw him again, and neither of us were really upset about that.
When I finally got home, it was Thursday night. I was tired and hungry, but I had much deeper needs. When we got in Mom paid the babysitter, and Becky got up from where she was watching TV and hugged me really hard. It hurt but I didn't mind so much. After the sitter left, Mom came in and hugged both of us.
"Honey, why don't you go help Becky get ready and tuck her in? Its been a long day and I'd really like to get to bed."
She emphasized "bed" and her eyes smoldered as she looked at me. I didn't have to guess at what she was implying. I rushed Becky through brushing her teeth, changing, and finally I read her a story. That was something I didn't mind doing and I managed to slow down and be a decent brother for a few minutes. When I was done she hugged me again and whispered in my ear:
"Don't worry big brother, I'll never tell anyone."
I was shocked for a moment, but I believed her. I don't think she actually saw anything, but I think she guessed. She was a smart kid. She still is smarter than I am. I told her that I loved her and kissed her on the head. I closed the door on my way out. I thought that there might be some noise later.
I waited a little bit and then went to my Mom's room. The door was closed, so I knocked. I heard a soft invitation, so I went in. Even with all that had happened, I really didn't expect what I saw.
She was laying back on the bed with a sinful smile on her face. Her eyes were on me from the moment I opened the door, and they invited me more than even her parted legs did. She was wearing something that I never suspected she even owned.
It was a corset, or something like it. It was black with leather straps. It didn't cover her breasts at all, but lifted them up. Her nipples were very hard. Best of all, it was crotchless. She had trimmed her pussy, and it glistened in the dim light. She was lightly touching herself and I could see how she was already soaked. For a moment, I was more than a horny teenager and I really understood and appreciated how beautiful the woman I loved was. I felt a wave of mixed emotions that you would only ever find in a relationship like ours.
I took off my clothes, but I was slow about it. Controlled. I reveled in the delayed gratification. As I moved closer to her she sat up and handed something to me.
I was distracted and it took me a moment for me to understand what it was. It was a collar, thin, and made of leather with a tiny loop on it. Small enough to be worn as a choker. I understood why the corset was covered in straps. Why she gave this to me. She looked like she was going to say something, but instead she just bent her head forward. I saw that she was biting her lip. This was very exciting and emotional for her.
I moved slowly, carefully. I gently caressed her hair, her face. She pushed her cheek into my hand and moaned impatiently. I placed the collar around her throat, and tightened it, making sure she could still breathe easily. She sighed. It was unbelievably sexy.
"And now I'm yours. Out there, I may have to be in charge and tell you what to do. In here...I'm going to submit to you...completely. Starting now. How do you want me?"
I had a lot of ideas. But I was a virgin, and I really only wanted one thing. I pushed her gently onto her back and climbed on top of her. She drew me in her arms eagerly. Our lips met, her legs parted eagerly and wrapped around me. My cock found itself pressing into warm wetness. I felt her nipples pressing into my chest as my muscles settled on her soft breasts.
We passed the point of no return in the minivan, but I felt a different line crossed as I pushed inside her. It was like a final cord binding me to a normal life snapped. There was no going back. She moaned and I did as well. I was completely inside my mother. My cock had returned to where I was made. I found the idea to be the most arousing thought I'd ever had.
"Oh please...fuck...just start moving baby...I can't wait..."
I began to move inside her and her legs held me even more tightly. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. I knew she was trying to mute her moans and whimpers that were increasing in intensity, but I wanted her neck, and wouldn't be denied. I gripped her hair and pulled her head back. She yielded immediately, and looked me in the eyes. I understood then that she had an unspoken need to be taken, and owned. I nipped and bit at her neck. She responded with gasps but didn't complain or try to stop me. She never would. It made me love her more.
I began to truly fuck her hard then, pounding into her. She started to get loud and I covered her mouth with my hand and finally had to push her back into my chest to avoid waking Becky up. I was unable to stop, out of control, in love and in lust and I knew that I was going to fill my mother with my cum no matter what.
As I came close to cumming I pulled her head up again. I looked her in the eye as she began to orgasm. I felt her pussy clutch and spasm around my cock and it was too much. I came and came. It felt like I emptied huge amounts of cum into her. I knew I had filled her as she had never been filled. I knew she was mine, absolutely. She knew it too and began to kiss me again.
This was different now. Slow, giving kisses, our hands exploring each other, holding each other. Gasping for breath but still able to declare our love for each other. I understood what honeymoons must be like. Ours started then, and never truly stopped.
We didn't do a lot of talking that night, and drifted off holding each other. I would get up before dawn and return to my room, but it was worth the risk to fall asleep next to the woman of my dreams.
--7--
Things have been pretty good since then. Sometimes Mom worries about me being with someone too old, but I remind her forcefully about how young she really is. We've never stopped fucking.
I moved out for college at her insistence that I have my own life, but I came home pretty frequently for some very intense sex. When I graduated I got a solid job and bought a house. I put in an "apartment" for Mom to live in that was basically just cover. She sleeps in my bed every night. We take some pretty regular trips to distant places where we can just pretend to be a couple with a significant age difference.
Becky left for college right after I graduated and soon after got married. He was a decent guy but that didn't work out so she's moving back in. I'm not really sure how that's going to work but Mom isn't worried. She said it was good to get the family back together even if it did make our relationship a little tricky. And that it was "about time" that she and I started seeing more of each other, which is a little odd, but that's a different story.
If you're reading this and in a similar situation, all I'm going to tell you is that the laws of man are mutable. Love wants what it wants, and its not healthy to deny it. Some might call me a degenerate or worse, but I've been in a committed, loving relationship for a lot longer than most people. I'm happy and more importantly, Mom's happy, so as far as I'm concerned the rules can go fuck themselves.A Simple Domestic Love Story Pt. 02
Tragedy brings the brother and sister together.
---The First Letter---
'Becky',
This is your mother writing. I know your brother chose your pseudonym as a joke, probably thinking that you'd never know. Well, the jokes on him. I'm leaving this note for you along with "A Simple Domestic Love Story", the memoir he wrote about how I became his lover. As I've read and re-read this story I could feel his love not just for me, but also for you. He's always naturally taken something of a fatherly role with you, tucking you in, helping you with homework, driving you around. Even before he and I made love for the first time.
Its strange not to have a name in his writing and still be so important, but I always appreciated my Son's discretion. He's always been thoughtful and loving. And that is the main reason why the last part of my life has been amazing. I have never regretted any part of my relationship with him.
Well, that's not totally true. I would have liked to have given him a child. He's never asked because he knows I'm infertile. I also think he should have had at least one relationship with someone younger than himself. Again, he's never complained. In fact, he's treated me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world for over fifteen years. He'll still might get his chance at both, though.
I'm not well. It isn't operable, and I could delay the end, but there will be a great deal of suffering. And not just mine. I've kept this from him as well as you. He knows I have health issues, get sick a little more than normal, and have some chronic pain. I don't let him take me to appointments, just in case I cry.
You've known about us for a long time, and I'm sure that you've had mixed feelings about it. You've seen how much joy and contentment that it brought both of us, when we were each miserable, and that has made you happy because of your quite selfless love for us. It has upset you for other reasons, which for the sake of time, I can't be delicate about. You love him more than a sister should, and are jealous despite yourself. He thinks you've grown distant from him because of something he said or did, but you and I know the truth. I won't tell him, but you should, and soon.
When I die, he's going to lose a great deal. I'm not saying this to be prideful. He's going to need help, and you're the only one who knows enough to support him through this.
I'm not going to wait for the cancer to take me. By the time you read this, I will have passed on. It will be as quick and painless as I can make it, and won't be anywhere where he would be the one to find me. I think you can understand why.
From here on out, this is your story, please be careful how you write it.
---0---
All of the following took place about a week after Mom sent that letter to Becky. I didn't even know anything was wrong.
---1---
I'd say that morning was like any other, but I'd be lying. It was honestly an amazing way to start the day. At this point I was running my own business. I'm not going to say what I was doing, just that it allowed me a lot of freedom in terms of hours and time off. I had completed a big job the prior week, so on this particular Monday, I was sleeping in. At least that was the plan. Mom thought differently.
She still had a pretty amazing sex drive, and even when she didn't she made herself available to me. I never took her for granted. I'm not a gentleman, but ladies always cum first. She still gave of herself as much as she could. She hadn't been feeling well for the past few months but she'd assured me it was hormonal and getting fixed and because of that we had sex less frequently. I honestly didn't mind, I just made sure that when we did it was more intense. That morning was something else though.
I woke to her kissing my ear, my neck, my chest. She was working her way down in the most delightful way.
"Oh. I see both of my boys are up now." she said, and laughed. I loved her laugh. Ever since we had become an item it happened often.
At the same time I lifted my head off of the pillow my cock had come to life, and was poking her in the belly. She had lost some weight lately but I didn't find her any less attractive. Her hourglass was still there. Her ass still looked amazing in all the outfits she wore around me. And she loved to show off her breasts when it was just the two of us, or when we were on a date, as tricky as those could be.
"Don't worry little fella, I'm getting there," she continued her trail of kisses and i moaned.
"Little? It's always been deep enough for you..." I struggled to be a smartass as I felt her breath over the head of my cock.
"Aw...baby. Its a term of endearment. He's brought me a lot of pleasure, after all." then her conversation ceased as she took my cock in her mouth. She had a lot of experience at this. Especially with me, and she was using it all. Her tongue flicked over my most sensitive spots as she smoothly moved up and down on my shaft. And then, just as I was used to it, she started to really deep throat me.
"Oh, fuck, mom. Fuck, what are you doing to me." was all I could get out.
She stopped, looked at me, and said "Well, do you want me to swallow or do you want to fuck me? I need my son's cum, but I don't care how I get it..."
Even then, after fifteen years (more or less) of being together she could drive me wild when she gave me that look and talked like that. She knew what she did to me, and she loved it. She loved knowing that I wanted her so badly, so often.
She also appreciated that despite her being over fifty, i didn't treat her like fine china, to be looked at but never handled, and especially not roughly. She wanted it rough, so I gave it to her.
I reached down and grasped her hair at the base of her head. She gasped as I pulled her off of my cock and brought her forcefully in for a kiss. It was deep and passionate, and we were both breathing heavily afterwards.
I pushed her onto her back. I wanted her to know she was mine. And that I was going to fuck her, hard. She moaned, and spread her legs like a good girl. Normally, I would have loved to have gone down on her for a while, but her wake-up technique and left me needing her cunt, right then.
I pinned her wrists with my hands easily. She struggled but she didn't want to be free. It was easy to tell as I entered her, because her legs wrapped themselves around me tightly.
"Yes. Like this. Please...fuck me. Fuck me really good. Show me who owns me, baby," she gasped out as I started thrusting into her.
I wasn't as rough as I might have been. Not at first. i needed to stop and kiss her on her mouth and on her fine neck and hear her gasp in my ear. I pinned her delicate wrists with only one hand to leave the other one free to roam, stroking her face, and as things got more intense, grip her ass tightly.
As I began to really pound her she moaned. She was much louder than she normally was, it was like she let out a sleeping tigress that I'd only glimpsed before. She told me she loved me. She begged me to keep fucking her. She begged me to give her all of my cum. I was close.
I grasped her hair again, more roughly than I meant to, though she didn't mind. I positioned her so I was looking at her directly in the eyes as I was getting ready to cum. I was having a hard time holding out. I felt her cunt start to spasm. I saw her mouth open in ragged breaths.
"Oh..oh fuck baby. I love you baby. Always. Fucking cum in me. Mark me. Mark me now."
That was all I could take. I came inside her as she came around me. It was the most intense sex we had in a long time, and I had no complaints about our sex life.
It ended with her holding on to me for a good while. She wouldn't let me up. I didn't want to get up. We just made out like that for a while. There was something about what we brought out in each other, about the taboo nature of our relationship, about the way our love reflected off of each other. It built up and sometimes we acted like a couple of horny, lovestruck teenagers.
After a nice long time. She let me go.
"I've gotta shower and get going. I'm going to be late for the thing at the park."
She kept busy with a lot of volunteering projects. They were her passion, and I loved being able to support us so she could pursue them. Although she'd worked in the past and offered to continue, I knew that she found her corporate career to be kind of soul crushing. I was happy to be the breadwinner and I made enough for us to be comfortable.
"Ok. I love you, mom," I said as I pulled some workout clothes on and went to my office to get some work done.
"I love you too, sweetie."
Those were the last words we exchanged. I often wish I had said more but I remind myself to be grateful that she knew she was loved at the end. Not all of us get that.
---2---
When I got the call I didn't believe it. It didn't make any sense. I even looked at the clock. It had only been four hours since I had been making love to her in my...in our bed. How could she be dead?
At soon as they said where they found her, I knew it was true. It was the park. The very first place where we became more than mother and son. It was a last "I love you" from her. I didn't need a note. The fact that she didn't want me to find her at home, was just extra emphasis of the care that she took with me.
I barely paid any attention to the officer. I heard words like "note", "suicide" and "cancer". I was briefly interviewed. I read the note. I told them what I ended up telling everyone. I had no idea whatsoever that she had cancer.
"I understand her decision," I'd say, "and I can't be mad about it."
That was bullshit. As a son who respected that his mother went out on her terms without suffering or inflicting suffering on others, I couldn't be mad at her. As her lover, I was in a quiet rage. At her for not telling me. Talking to me about options. Giving me another year, month, or just one more day. At myself for being so stupid and missing that her trips to the doctor, which she never let me accompany her to, were about something far more serious than a "hormonal issue".
Becky, my sister who had recently divorced, was scheduled to move back home in a week. She moved her schedule up and came home early. The movers would bring her things in a few weeks. By the time she was able to get back, I had planned the funeral and even chosen a casket. It was cheap and wooden. Mom wanted to be cremated so it had to be. When Becky arrived I was in a daze. Mom had a lot of friends, and so many had showed up with casseroles that I wouldn't have had to cook for months. When I heard the knock at the door, I assumed it was another one.
"Oh my god you look...awful."
It was a very Becky thing to say. If anyone else had said it, I might have been offended. But she was, above all, truthful. And she followed it with a hug. I remember it because it was the hardest she'd ever hugged me. I'd grown up taking care of her and comforting her, and now she was doing the same for me, as soon as she showed up. I was surprised, but I welcomed the contact.
She looked good. Healthy, for having been through a divorce. I was glad she wasn't dressed all in black. It would have been artificial on someone as naturally cheery as she was. She looked like she had been crying but she still had a smile on her face for me. She was petite, built like mom but a bit smaller. Since she'd never had any kids she was quite slender. I knew from remarks made when she was a teen and later under the influence of alcohol that she was insecure about her body. I honestly could never understand why. She was very attractive. Her butt was small but obviously muscular from her consistent workouts. Her breasts were not large but they looked amazing in a sports bra, where you could see how they naturally wanted to perk up. Yeah I did notice these things about my sister's body. Sue me. She had kept her dark brown hair in kind of a short bob that really worked for her and made her look smart and sophisticated, which she was. Her hairstyle also had the lovely effect of framing her round, heart-shaped face, and her large, clear blue eyes. She had, unsurprisingly, never had any trouble getting boyfriends. Or girlfriends, for that matter. I wondered often if any of her students had crushes on her.
"I'm starving, do you have anything to eat?" was also a very Becky thing to say. I laughed a little and got her some good lasagna, which I knew was one of her favorites.
We sat together in amicable silence for a while.
"The funeral is tomorrow morning. She laid everything out in her note. I didn't have to make any decisions."
"She wanted to make it easy on you, big brother." Although her words and inflection were kind, I sensed a tension behind them. I didn't understand it and I honestly didn't have any drive to figure it out.
"I'm...grateful. No...that's a lie, I'm not grateful. I'm too numb to be grateful. I think I will be later though."
She just nodded in agreement and hugged me again. We talked a little more and then she went off to take a nap, saying she was tired from the trip.
It was a six hour drive, so that that made sense, but it wasn't like her, and if I hadn't been so distracted I would have noticed her lack of talkativeness, and her general abruptness and coldness. Becky would have sat with me for a long time in the past. Maybe hugged me. Maybe we would have talked, maybe not, but she wouldn't have left me alone, or wanted to be on her own. It was unusual, to say the least.
I went to bed early and didn't see her until the next day. The funeral went about as expected, there was a brief reception with a lot of talking, and then we came home.
That was when everything went to hell.
---3---
It was shortly after we got back from the funeral that things went sideways. I had enough time to take my suit jacket and tie off but not to change. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked thoughtful. I made tea for us, something that she normally liked, and sat with her.
"This isn't going to work." was how she opened.
"What isn't?" I must have looked very confused.
"This. Jesus, you can't seriously think I can stay here, can you? After knowing what you and Mom have been doing here for...for years? I can barely look at you."
I was shocked. I knew that Becky had at least suspected that there was something more than usual between mom and me. I had kind of assumed that she knew how far it went, given how perceptive she was. Mom had even told me once that she was "mostly ok with it" which had made me feel a lot better about the whole thing. Had I been wrong about that?
"Becky...I don't really know what to say."
"How did you truly feel about her? Let's start with that."
"I loved mom. Like a wife. We lived together as lovers," was about all I got out.
"Jesus fucking christ I fucking knew it. What is the fucking matter with you? I knew something was going on when we were young but that was a weird time. Dad was a fucking creep and you saved us from him and after...well whatever happened, happened. But after that? For years? Decades? How could you keep taking advantage of her like that?"
"Taking advantage?" Now I was genuinely getting angry. "She was much older than I was, and she made her decisions. She'd be angry at you for even thinking that."
"Don't you dare tell me what she'd think. You do your thinking with your cock, clearly, so I doubt you have any idea what anyone else in our fucked up little family thinks," She was shouting now. I was lost and alone and I could see myself losing her today as well. It was the ugliest part of the ugliest day of my life. It easily defeated getting beat to unconsciousness by my own father. He could only hurt me physically. I loved Becky.
She continued, "And the worst. The worst fucking thing of all. You say you loved her. She believed you did, and she certainly loved and was devoted to you. But you missed this. You lived with her. You slept with her. You fucked her like she was...like she was your personal fucking whore. You claimed to love her. But you didn't have any idea that she had cancer? Really? How fucking dense do you have to be to not figure that out, you fucking prick?"
I think she thought I should be angry. I thought i should be angry. And I guess I was. But it was very dim. Like a light far down a highway at night. I was aware of it, but it had no real impact on me.
"Is that...is that really what you think of me? After all...all this time. You think I was just using mom? You think...you think I haven't been asking myself that question since the second I got the call? How the fuck could I miss it? How could I not have understood what the doctor's visits really meant? Or her weight loss? Or honestly, what she planned on doing that morning? Do you really think that none of this had occurred to me? That my fucking failure to understand...anything...about what was going on led to mom, who despite whatever you think, was the love of my fucking life, who I travelled with and took on dates. Who I fucked and kissed and fell asleep holding and woke up with. That my failure to catch even a single clue led to her being in a goddamn pile of ash in a fucking urn instead of being alive. I know that. You don't need to remind me."
"Maybe I was wrong about you all these years. Maybe all along you were just a selfish boy, getting what he wanted from his mommy. And she was ever so happy to give it to you, wasn't she?" The bitterness in her tone was getting worse. I felt the anger die in me. I felt the sadness hold. The numbness lifted. Something else was happening. I didn't understand it or like it, but I knew that she was building to something and that she didn't believe all of what she was saying. That she wanted to provoke me or hurt me. I had to let her say it, even if it killed me. None of this was like her, and in that moment I was very worried.
"Yes. She did love fucking me. Especially when I was passionate and took her roughly. She told me often enough." I decided to use a Becky tactic back at her. To speak the truth as directly and unvarnished as I knew how. To provoke her. It worked.
"Fuck you for saying that. Fuck you. She...you...you both were just so...goddammit!"
"We were what. Say it. You've already told me how awful I am, how I used my own mother as a whore and never loved her, and how I killed her by my negligence. Finish your fucking thought and then you can do what you really want to do and get the fuck out and never have to see me again. I can see clearly now how much you hate me. I can't even believe you kept it inside this long. " I was cold and dangerous. I hadn't felt like this since...well, at least since Dad still lived with us. At that moment I truly thought that this what was the fight was about. She was disgusted with the life mom and I had led. She had been close to mom so she kept it under wraps until she passed, and then took it all out on the person she blamed for the taboo lifestyle: me. And now she was provoking a fight to end our relationship, because it was the only way to cleanly break from me. I was so tired then. If she had tried to kill me I would have let her. It explained everything. Why Becky had been so weird since she got home. Why she had been cold to me for the last year or two. Everything.
Except, I was completely wrong. Of course. But my misguided words did have the desired impact; they revealed the truth.
"H...hate you?" She looked so confused. It was as if everything she had said previously had come out of her without her permission. "No...no. I've never..I would never...I couldn't. You took care of me. Like...like you were my actual dad. Sometimes I wished you were."
The anger was gone from her voice. The tears were flowing freely.
She continued, "I couldn't. I never hated you or mom. Not even when..." she stopped suddenly.
"Not even when what?" I stepped forward. I hadn't even realized we were standing up now. Tea forgotten, I had moved around the table until I was maybe two feet away from her. She seemed to want to step away but she stopped.
"Not even when I got the letter from mom on the day she died. She also sent your...story. About how everything played out with dad. How you started sleeping together. How you fell in love."
"Why would she have done that?" I said to no one in particular.
I was stunned. That story...I stood by it. It was the truth as I saw it. It was full of my love for Mom, and I was proud to (anonymously) share it so others in similar situations might have some comfort that they weren't alone. It was not the sort of thing i would have ever wanted Becky to read, at least without talking to her first. It was very explicit, and described things that happened while she was very young and when I was basically her surrogate father as well as her big brother. It must have ruined her image of me forever. Yes, that made sense. Mom, for whatever reason, sent the story, and it backfired. I could even understand Becky's reaction, her anger and hatred.
I was, naturally, still completely wrong.
She stepped closer, and put her hand on the side of my face. I was completely confused now.
"I...I was so angry when I realized that you had become lovers years before I was old enough to...to...understand. When I got the package from mom, it brought everything back, things I had hidden. Things I had been fighting so hard the last years of my marriage. When I read it I couldn't believe how oblivious you were. That you really had no idea how I felt all this time. Mom knew. But I could never hate you. Or mom. You were both so happy, so good to each other. Even when she kept my big brother in her bed, when I needed him in mine."
And then she kissed me, softly, on the lips.
I had not expected that.
---4---
I was really stunned. More than when my own mother had first sensually kissed my on the lips years ago. I had always loved Becky. No questions, no doubts. I had felt protective of her, tucked her in at night, read her stories. When I got old enough I drove her anywhere she needed to go, listened to her vent and cry about relationships. Hell I even walked her down the aisle. I had such a deep well of affection for her, and now it seemed very muddy.
"I...what?" I said intelligently.
She kissed me again, more forcefully this time. To my shock, I responded, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I didn't have to push very hard. She eagerly accepted it and began to move her hands over my head, my chest. One drifted down to my cock and I was rock hard in an instant. I felt guilty about that, but the...the desperate need pushed everything else away. I was done with thinking for the afternoon. There was a beautiful, smart, willing woman in front of me and I wanted her. In that moment I couldn't live without her.
I pushed her back towards the table until she ran out of space and she sat on it. She was furiously unbuttoning my shirt and then her small, warm hands were on my chest and back.
"Oh...oh god. Please, please, please...I need this. Please fuck your little sister. I've waited so..."
I cut her off by pushing her skirt up and kissing her simultaneously. My hands were on her ass and I lifted her easily. I had just enough consideration to not want to fuck her on the hard table. So I carried her to the living room as she ground against me and made little moans and whimpers that drove me wild. She had her face drawn up against my neck and was kissing and nipping me. And then biting, hard. Did mom tell her that I liked that? That it would make me want her much more urgently? It worked.
I gently dropped her on the couch. She looked up at me, so vulnerable, her eyes hungry and not for food. Her hair was tousled but it just made her look more desirable. More fuckable. As she locked eyes with me, she hooked her thumbs in her plain black panties and, slowly, painfully slowly, pushed them down and took them off. I was mesmerized. Had my little sister always been this sexy? I mean, I noticed her body, and knew that she was attractive. But this...this sensual? It was a wake up call.
As I watched she unbuttoned her own shirt and took it off. Then her black bra. And there were her breasts. Jesus. If I felt guilty before then it was worse now. My first thought were that they were the most beautiful breasts that I had ever seen. Better than porn. Better than Mom's. They weren't large, but her skin was flawless, they didn't have any sag, and they upturned in a way that seemed designed to make my cock extra hard.
I had, somehow, gotten out of all of my clothes while she put on this display for me. I had my hands on her tits in seconds, and I wasn't gentle like I should have been. She gasped but never stopped me, even when I tweaked her nipples and kissed and suckled on them. I didn't have the focus to speak, but she did.
"Oh fuck. I knew mom...was lucky...but...fuck. Yes, touch them, kiss them. Take me. Fuck, please, don't make me be alone again...take me and keep me."
I didn't really pay attention to the significance of that statement. Even in the moment, I should have. I felt really bad about it an hour later as I was driving down the interstate.
In the moment though, I was focussed on her breasts, her body...and then there was her pussy. Mom always kept hers neat, but full. She'd asked about shaving or whatever, but I told her I loved it the way it was. I did. But that meant my experience with...uh..."alternatives" was lacking. Her hair was so...so fine and, as I was about to discover, soft. And she had it perfectly trimmed down to a landing strip. And it did not conceal how absolutely wet she was for me, or how her labia and clitoris were swollen. She had her legs parted and she wanted me to know that she was ready for me in every possible way.
What I really needed, was to take a second and think. Just for a moment. Not even to stop, but slow it down, keep it gentle. Maybe shit would have been less difficult if I thought first and acted later. But that's not me.
She looked at me with her clear blue eyes. The were open and full of want. She bit her lip. The very last pretense of self control left me. I was on her petite form incredibly quickly, my cock at her entrance. I hesitated, but only to make sure to enter her slowly. She felt so small beneath me. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way but I somehow still thought of her as fragile.
"Don't worry, brother, you won't break me. Do to me what you did to Mom. You know, when she'd been bratty," she followed that with a sinful giggle. I gave zero thought to how Becky knew the ins and outs of my sex with mom.
I put my hand in her hair and gripped it tightly. I pinned her beneath me on the couch, while my other hand grabbed and held her firm, soft ass. She couldn't escape me if she wanted to, and I don't think I could have stopped. I began to fuck her very hard. I had a lot of anguish in me, sadness, pain, anger from our argument, at the unfairness of it all. I took it all out on Becky.
"Fuck...oh...unh..." Becky was reduced to the occasional word and whimpers of pleasure mixed with pain. I didn't show her any mercy. I savaged my sister. The girl who I had, honestly and to the best of my ability, cherished, protected, and cared for my whole life. And now...I used her. She never said no. Never said stop. As the tempo increased she drew me closer, her noises became more urgent. I was close. I never pulled out.
"Oh fuck, Becky...fuck I'm going to cum..." I said as her legs tightened around me and her moans became high pitched and needy. It built until I couldn't take any more. I let myself go inside her. I hadn't cum that hard in...well I honestly don't know. She came at the same time. Her cunt spasming around my cock, her body shaking, her inarticulate moans all telling me that she was at the height of pleasure.
I collapsed on top of her as she held me tightly. Gradually I came to my senses and realized what I had done. I pulled out of her and stood up.
I looked down at and my little sister lay there, gasping and vulnerable. My cum pouring out of her. Bruises already forming on her small thighs. I felt a crushing guilt fall on me. I did this to her. She had trusted me and I had fucked her. Ruthlessly and without mercy. She had freely given herself to me, but that was just Becky. She'd have done anything for me, regardless of whether it was good for her or not. She saw the horror dawn on my face.
"No...no. Don't look at me like that. Its...its ok...fuck...no!"
I was already up and pulling clothes on. I headed to my room. There was a bag there that Becky didn't know about. I had planned on getting out of town for a few days, going camping. I kept the tent, sleeping bag, and miscellaneous stuff in the car anyway. I could hear her still talking at me as I went out the door.
"Fuck. Where are you going? Is that a fucking backpack? Wait! Dammit, no, not like this!"
I shouted something back at her like "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll be back in a few days. I love you but I can't...right now..." over my shoulder. I drove away with her watching me half-dressed from the doorway, stunned.
I need to stop for a moment and explain that I was very much Not OK. I was barely functional in a lot of ways. Devastated. And I was dangerously close to making a very poor life choice. One that seemed right, and that I would have made for all the best reasons, but would have...well. I'll stop explaining. You'll see.
What I will say is that I felt very strongly as I left the house that I would, by choice, never see Becky in person again. I never wanted to hurt her again and that was the only way to be sure.
---5---
I gradually relaxed and began to think more clearly as a I drove. What happened after the funeral...it couldn't happen again. Becky was younger than me, even if she was most definitely an adult. I took advantage of old feelings she had for me. I used her for my own needs, not once thinking of her future. Maybe her original rant was right, and I was just a selfish little boy used to having his way. I couldn't believe how careless I'd been. What would Mom have thought of me? First jumping into bed with another woman so quickly, and then it turning out to be someone I was meant to protect, someone that she and I both loved.
Fuck. It was clear. I'd go up to the lake, just me, the stars. I'd walk, fish, clear my mind of all this shit. Then, it would be easier to do the right thing.
What was the right thing? Well it was obvious that i couldn't be around Becky. That was a mistake. A very hot, incredibly satisfying, rough and tumble mistake. If she had tried to stop me, changed her mind, would I have been able to? I didn't think so. I think I would have just kept going. I was completely out of control.
At least that's the way my guilt-ridden, grieving mind saw it. I wasn't OK. I don't know how I could have been.
I was about halfway to the lake when it started to get dark. That's when I got the first text.
"I swear to god if you weren't both in a lot of pain AND my brother I'd be very, very angry with you right now."
I ignored it. Kept driving.
About an hour later, at sunset, the next one came
"I wanted this to go differently, but since I started an argument and then you ran away...let me start again. I'm very, very sorry for what I said. I think...no I know I said it to get a reaction from you. I was so afraid, and we're both really sad. Look, will you just answer me? This is ridiculous."
I ignored this one too, but it was harder. I loved her a lot. Apparently in more ways than I knew. I wanted to stop the car, tell her all was forgiven, and go hug her. More than hug her. That was the problem, as I saw it. I would just end up fucking her again, and that wasn't right. She wouldn't let up.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, stop running! I know what you're thinking. It's so obvious. You've decided, in your tiny man-brain, that you took advantage of me somehow. Used me. And it's really fucking insulting. Mom said you were like this when you were overwhelmed and wouldn't talk about things. She'd be so disappointed in me right now."
Fuck. This was getting confusing. What had Mom told her? Why would she be disappointed in Becky, of all people? It didn't make any sense. I set that aside for a minute. I had arrived at the lake.
This was a small patch of land in the middle of nowhere that my Mom...and I guess now I, owned. I think she wanted to build a cabin here at one point, but instead it became a private camping spot for us, and we rented it to hunters in season. We came here a few times in summer and fall every year. As time passed it became our escape. Where we could go and not worry about being found out. And fucking in the open by a lake is pretty romantic, too. Mom once shared a fantasy she had of getting pregnant up here, during some wild sex on the small beach. She couldn't have any more kids but I could at least give her the good sex. We would stay up late, talking about...everything. Sometimes we'd read. Sometimes we'd even just sit in silence for hours, just happy to be together. Fuck. Being up here was harder than I thought it would be.
It was dark. I took my time setting up the tent and lighting the fire I didn't have time to grab any beer on my way out the door but I did have some warm soda from the car and I stopped on the way to pick up some hot dogs and simple snacks. About the time that my first dog was done roasting, the phone buzzed again.
"Now I'm just frustrated. We could have been cuddling on the couch right now, like when we watched scary movies together and you protected me from the monsters. I would have explained everything and listened to whatever you had to say, and it would have been ok. It still will be, even if I have to tie you up so you won't run again."
Another one came immediately after that. I easily imagined her small fingers flying over the onscreen keyboard.
"I'm so tired, and I can't even imagine how you're feeling. I'll tell you what. I won't ask you to promise to be in a relationship with me or even to come back home. What I want you to do is to just sit, relax, and wait. And keep an open mind. And consider the possibility that your little sister makes her own decisions, even if she really does love how protective you are of her most of the time."
I understood her position, but I wasn't going back. Not yet. But if I was confused before, I was totally lost after receiving this text. Wait? Wait for what? Upon reflection it is easy to see that I was not thinking very well.
The lights blinded me as she parked her car next to mine. She took her time getting out, and sighed when she saw me. She looked tired and like she had been crying, but it didn't stop her from being amazingly sexy in tight jeans and simple white t-shirt. I'd never be able to see her as anything other than a gorgeous woman now.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know where you were going?"
---6---
I tried to talk but she shushed me and handed me a beer. It was cold, she must have bought it on the way. I kind of loved her for that. She pulled the other camping chair from my car and sat down next to me.
"Be useful and roast me a damn hot dog while I talk to you. And please...please just listen, ok? Don't run, or shut down. I need you at least as much as you need me," she said. I could never deny her anything when she said anything in that simple, loving tone. She never really used it to manipulate me either, it was something that came out when she really, really needed me to stop and help her. So I did the smartest thing that I had done that whole day, I shut up and listened to her:
"I think Mom had been misleading you for a while. Not in a bad or mean way. She just...kept some things from you. I think that even after you'd been together for so long...she still felt like she was your protector, in some ways. I bet you think what happened at home was an awful thing that happened in the heat of the moment. For me it was wonderful, and I'd been thinking about it at least since I was eighteen."
"I always kind of had a crush on you. I don't think that's unusual, and I don't really think there was anything sexual or even romantic to it, at first. You filled a lot of roles in my life when we were young. You tucked me in more than mom or dad. You listened to me complain about all kinds of silly stuff. You even came to my recitals by yourself when Mom couldn't because of work. So I guess it was natural that you featured pretty strongly in my childhood, uh, fantasies. You were rescuing me or protecting me, or I was rescuing you from some evil woman who'd kidnapped you," she laughed. It was very nice to hear it break the serious atmosphere, even if it was only for a moment.
"That day, in the van, I knew something had changed. I couldn't tell you what. I smelled something, but it would be a while before I knew what that was. You guys must have been so fucking horny to risk something like that," she laughed again,"What I really noticed though is that you were getting along. And then I saw something, I guess it could have been innocent, but I knew you were together right away when i saw it. We were on our way home and Mom kind of casually reached out with her hand and you took it and held it for just a second. I thought to myself 'they're boyfriend and girlfriend now'. It didn't bother me since I didn't have any frame of reference for incest, and it made me happy. It was like my 'real' dad was with my Mom."
"When dad...when he beat Mom, and then you stood up for her...it was like my fantasies came to life. I was so proud of you...and deep inside I knew I wanted to be your girlfriend some day. I had no idea what that entailed, but that thought has stayed with me my whole life. Even when I dated boys, or girls. Even when you drove me and my date to prom, I knew that you were my 'real' boyfriend, somehow. But nothing ever came of it. And after what I saw, I made my peace with it. Mostly."
"Now I see how interested you are," she laughed, "'Oh no what did sweet innocent Becky see?' Just so you know, I was barely a virgin. I'd gotten to third base with both girls and boys by then," at this point she laughed out loud, clear and beautiful, "Oh my god if you could see your face right now. I think I wrecked one of your illusions of me. Good. I want you to see me as I am, not as ideal ideal pure little sister."
"I was eighteen, barely. I just got home from a party. I'd told you that it was an all-girl slumber party, and it kind of was. But with boys and drugs. Anyway, I decided not to spend the night like I told you I would, it was a little too wild and that wasn't my thing. I was pretty tired. I woke up very quickly when I heard the noises from down the hall."
"I already knew that you two must have been together, like really together. And I knew what that meant. I was a young woman, with a little sexual experience. As an eighteen year old, I also thought that I knew everything. And I'd seen a lot of porn," she laughed again, "None of which prepared me for what I saw that night. What I witnessed was two, attractive, experienced lovers, who were deeply committed to each other, giving each other pleasure. And of course, I was in love with one of them, although I'd never have admitted it."
"Do you remember that night? I'm guessing that for you it was actually kind of common. Just some regular old incredibly passionate sex with your mother, nothing to see here. You were on top of her and...and you were really going at it. You thought I wasn't home so you could be loud. And, wow, was Mom ever loud. While you fucked her apparently just how she liked it, she was telling you how much she loved it, and loved you. She was holding on to you with her legs for dear life. And then you turned over and she rolled with you, smooth and practiced. It was amazingly hot. She was riding you now, cowgirl, and you had a very firm grip on her waist. She came the first time then, that I saw."
"Being a gentleman, you gave her a moment, but then she was ready to help you out. And this was what really turned me on. She got in front of you, doggy style, but then she lowered her head down and arched her back just so. Like she was submitting to you, completely. That's when I noticed she had a collar around her neck, and I immediately wanted one too. She looked over her shoulder at you and just said 'please'. I guess you knew what she wanted because you entered her again, and...just wow. It was passionate but not rough. I heard the things you said. The way you said you loved her and would protect her. The way you held her waist as you came. And the way you cuddled her afterwards and told her all the ways that you loved her."
"I snuck back to my room afterwards and I was wet through to my jeans. That's never happened before or since. I barely masturbated and I came incredibly hard. I had to put my face in my pillow so you wouldn't hear me calling your name as I did. I...I knew at that point that you really belonged to her. That you two were monogamous in a way that few 'regular' couples ever achieve. It was strange, because while I was sad that I couldn't have you, I could see that you both were still very much in love. And it gave me hope that I would find something like that, too."
"I did go out and buy a choker though, you must have noticed that I wore them around you more often. And when I was home and a little drunk, or horny, I would try and watch you two. Don't look at me like that, I know it was creepy. But it was...it was more than hot. It was like watching porn that someone had made, just for me. Anyway, I went to college the next year, and I had fun. I wasn't chaste, I slept around. I didn't cheat or anything, I just tried to enjoy myself. But while it was pleasurable it was all hollow. In the end, no one measured up to you. No one ever made love to me like you did to Mom. Even when I got married...he was a good man. He still is. But I never saw him the way he wanted me to, and he never satisfied me or showed the kind of love that you have."
"I can see your cock from over here. Don't worry, tiger, you'll get your chance to show me who's in charge, if that's what you want," I was incredibly hard at this point. The idea of Becky watching Mom and me...triggered something. And then there was the love she was confessing. It wasn't just being aroused either, it was...it was love. Real love, for the second time in my life. But she wasn't done yet.
"About a year ago, when my marriage really started to tank, I hinted to Mom that I knew that your relationship was sexual, and romantic. And to my surprise she freely admitted it. She wouldn't talk about it over the phone, but face to face she would answer any questions. She was...really explicit. Even after what I had seen, by then quite a few times, I heard some shocking things. Things that she did for you that she would never have done for any other man, even had she loved them. She told me what you liked, and how when you were alone, she was completely submissive to you. How you were a caring and doting lover. How you knew exactly how to make her cum. And she hinted that she saw me watching you two at least once. She didn't try to get me to admit it, or embarass me thank god. And then things got weird. At least for me."
"She said 'Do you still think about it?'. I said 'Think about what?'. She laughed and said, 'Fucking your older brother. I know you still love him more than a sister should, but do you still want him like you used to?'. My jaw dropped. I sat back, took a deep breath, and nodded. I couldn't even say the words. And do you know what she said?"
I shook my head, riveted.
"She said, 'Leave your husband, come home, and fuck him then. I'm prepared to share. He might be a little thrown by it at first, but between the two of us we can convince him.' I was stunned. I asked if she was serious and she just told me that she would never, ever joke about you. I was the only person she would ever consider allowing you to sleep with. I was the only one who loved you enough. I told Mom I would think about it. She just smiled, you know, in that way she had where you think you've made a decision but really you've done what she wanted. Now I think that she didn't expect me to agree, she was planting a seed. She knew she was dying."
"So I was finalizing the divorce, and coming home. And I was, truly and honestly, giving serious thought to Mom's offer. Would it be so bad? Would you be offended? Would you even be interested in me? And then I got the package. With your story, and Mom's letter. By the time I had finished the first page I got the call that her body had been found."
"And later that night, after I had packed to come home, I finished your story. I read it twice, actually. It made sense. It was sweet. I could see, despite you giving me the awful pseudonym of 'Becky', how much you loved and cared for me. I could see how much you loved Mom. How much you loved fucking her, making her feel like the center of the universe. I could even see how Mom was planting the seeds in you of accepting me as a lover. It was tough, though. Reading that after Mom died, it brought back a lot of old wants and resentments. And being that Mom wasn't around, I kind of...blamed you. For not realizing how I loved you. How I desperately wanted you. So I said some very misleading things and started the most pointless fight of all time. I'm sorry. You don't know how much I regret it. Then we had really fantastic make up sex, but you got it in your head that you took advantage of me somehow, and ran." She sighed. "So now you know everything. We're here, in just about the most romantic place anywhere. I love you more than ever, and now that I've had a taste of what sex with you is like...I don't think anything else is really going to compare. I want you, and I want you to be mine, forever. So the question is, what do you want?"
---7---
She finished and closed her eyes for a while. Long enough that I thought she might be asleep, but eventually she opened them and drew in a deep breath. I could see it now, she was expecting me to tell her that she should go home. That we were brother and sister and nothing more.
That is probably what I would have done earlier today. But a lot had changed since then. I'd had a long drive, which cleared my head. And I'd listened, really paid attention to Becky. Not just her words, either, but her tone, body language, the way her eyes moved. She was offering me a choice but she didn't have one, not really, not any more. Whatever feelings she had for me had been reignited by the story that Mom had sent her. And then we'd fucked. Passionately and lovingly. She was completely and hopelessly in love with me. In fact, she loved me so much she was hiding some of her feelings for me. She didn't want me to feel obligated, but to make whatever decision free of influence. Even if it meant shattering her heart.
I made my decision and stood up. The way she looked up at me, her eyes wet with barely held-back tears, wide and vulnerable, reinforced that it was the right choice. I held out my hand to her and she took it. I started to lead her to the tent.
We got about halfway there when she stopped and her eyes got really wide.
"Shit! I, uh, left something in the car. Go to the tent, this will take like 30 seconds."
I shrugged and got in the tent. I stripped down and relaxed. Nothing had happened and I was hard as a rock. I hoped that wherever she was, Mom was really ok with this. Thinking back on everything, I think she was. I think if she were alive she would have sat down by the fire and told us to have fun. And maybe enjoyed listening to the noises that she heard. Nothing made her happier than her children's happiness.
It only took Becky a minute and she came in the tent so fast she tripped and I had to catch her. She giggled and kissed me while one of her hands found my cock. I groaned in need.
"Becky, I..."
"You don't have to say anything, it's fine."
"Shut up you dork," I said in my best annoyed sibling voice, "I'm trying to say I'm sorry. And that I love you. Truly. Like a brother and...and like a man. I need you to understand that, so there's no confusion. I only hope that I love you as much as you deserve."
"You...you jerk," she snuffled, "I'm trying to be all seductive and you're making me cry!"
I laughed and hugged her, holding her close. I was horny but wasn't in any rush, she could cry as long as she wanted. I wouldn't ever say it out loud but it made her cuter.
Eventually her nuzzles turned to kisses on my chest and neck. I pulled her shirt off slowly, nodding with approval the lack of a bra. One less thing to get in the way of my hands. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin again. I ran my hands over her back and her shoulders. I felt her breasts and she leaned her weight into me, eager for the touch. She whimpered adorably when I gently caressed her nipples.
I was running out of willpower. I needed my sister's cunt. I began to unbutton her jeans but her hands gently pushed me away before I got too far.
"No, wait! I mean, its fine. Its better than fine, I want this. But I...I need something from you first. Please."
"Anything. Everything I have is yours," I was proud of my sudden romantic wit.
"Oh jeez. It will be easier to just show you. Mom put this in the package that she sent. There was no explanation but I understand why now."
She held her hand out. In the dark of the tent I couldn't make it out. I took it from her. It was small, and made of leather. I knew at once what it was, I'd had my hands on it often enough.
"Mom's collar?"
"I'm shocked that she was willing to part with it, given all the memories she must have had in it, I...I need you to put it on me. I need to be yours...if you'll have me."
Well, if I was looking for a sign that Mom approved, that was it.
"Close your eyes."
She nodded hesitantly and did so. I stopped and took in how beautiful she was. Topless and eager to be taken, her hair messy, her face still wet with tears. Her lips had parted slightly and she was breathing shallowly. Although she appeared to be waiting patiently I could see her hands trembling. I was drawing it out, but only because i knew that the heightened anticipation would make her pleasure greater.
I slowly, gently placed the collar on her neck and shut the clasp. She sighed and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't open her eyes or move so I did. I kissed her. She responded heatedly and put her arms around my head, pulling me toward her. Even submitting, she was still by little sister, eagerly urging her man to take her.
I pulled her jeans off, hard. No panties there. She must have left in a serious rush. I moved down to do what I hadn't had time to do before. I wanted to taste her.
"Wait, you don't want to do that, I haven't showered at all since...oh god...fuck that's good..."
I didn't let her finish her sentence. If she thought I hadn't gone down on a woman after I came in her she was in for a surprise. She'd cleaned up after but I still tasted myself, and of course the salt of her sweat. Finally, behind that there was another taste. Musky, pure, like Mom, but a little sharper. I wasn't surprised, but I was turned on. She was too, and I had about twenty years of practice at this.
"Jesus...oh fuck this is..." and then her words devolved into moans and whimpers, and occasionally my name. I wanted her to know what it was like to be my lover. When she came here she was still trying to catch me. Now I was showing her exactly what she had caught.
Her moaning grew louder and more high pitched. Her hands held my head in place and she bucked and grinded her hips into my face. She was very close. That's when I started to slowly insert my fingers and hook them to feel her g-spot, while gently and directly licking her cltoris.
Her body arched, completely tense. She cried out, a few times, and then collapsed, limp. I wanted desperately to enter her but I saw that she was out of breath and needed a minute, so instead I just moved up and held her to my chest, kissing her on her head.
"Oh...oh my god. Mom...hahaha...trained you well."
I spanked her lightly for her impudence. She whimpered a little which I noted for later use.
"I guess what I meant to say was that was...incredible. I've never had better."
I looked down into her eyes and saw only honesty and love in them. I was proud that she had cum so hard for me. My protectiveness over Becky hadn't disappeared because we had become lovers. If anything, it had intensified into something more. I wanted to not only keep he safe, but happy. And also satisfied.
"But I'm supposed to be submitting to my big brother aren't I?" She said mischievously, "So I guess I better start..."
I knew what she would do. It was what I wanted her to do. It was a fantasy I had burned in my mind as she told me about watching Mom and I make love. She rolled over on all fours, making sure that I could see and had access to her very wet cunt. She put her head down as low as she could, and arched her back in supplication. To me, it was a very moving gesture as well as being incredibly sexy. She looked back over her shoulder and bit her lip.
"Please...please fuck your little sister now. Please take me and have me, any way you want."
I wanted her exactly like that. Her fine, petite ass up in the air, her pussy wet and gleaming. I entered her for the second time that day and she moaned even louder than she had earlier. The first time was rough and angry. There was most definitely real affection even then, but it was secondary. This time would be slow, deliberate, and something I wanted her to remember for years to come. A physical declaration of my feelings for her. I began to move, full, slow strokes. She whimpered underneath me.
"I...unh...I've never...uh...done this for...for anyone else. I never...felt...safe...enough...oh fuck that's so deep. I wouldn't...even do doggie...oh fuck, thats my..."
She sobbed and moaned instead of speaking. Her pussy clenched and gripped my cock. I realized happily that she was already cumming. It was the first time she had truly submitted completely to a man, and she was just understanding how much she needed it. I felt an overwhelming wave of love for her then; that she would trust me that much to give me that gift. Later she'd say that she wished she'd lost her virginity to me, but I told her that her supplication to me was far more special.
This time I didn't give her a chance to recover. I sped up my rhythm, increased the intensity, ran my hands down her back and reached around and felt her lovely breasts. My hand found her hair, and I gripped it, but did not pull. I did it simply to show my ownership of her, as I knew she needed. She gasped and moaned and pushed back against me. Eventually, I began to feel my own need grow uncontrollable.
"Becky, honey, I'm going to cum in you now," I gripped her waist tight with both hands as I said this, "I want you to be mine, inside and out. After this you belong to me, and me to you."
"Fuck. Yes, oh yes please. I wanted this since I saw you and Mom. Since I knew what real fucking looked like. Please...please give me your cum like this .Please fill me...oh...oh my god..."
We came together. I groaned and moaned loudly, letting myself go. She heard and felt me flow into her. Her warm, tight cunt drained every drop from me, even as I knew a lot would spill as soon as I pulled out. I did.
I immediately pulled her to me and held her. She turned and I kissed her and told her softly how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be her husband, how proud I was of her for everything she had done. And how grateful I was to her for pursuing me. For making sure that her big brother, who really did love her dearly, didn't make a huge mistake out of the best of intentions. She was worn out, and fell asleep within minutes, breathing softly on my chest, just like she did when she was a little girl and was scared and snuck into my bed.
I was grateful for her. For the years I had with Mom. For the chance to be happy. For the relationships that others would certainly judge unnatural. I still had love in my life, and I felt...young. In that moment I decided we would go out the next day to get supplies, but stay here for at least another day or two. After that, the only thing I was sure of was that whatever I did, it would be with Becky by my side.
---The Last Letter---
So. That's the truth as he sees it, and it's very close to how I saw it too.
You've probably guessed that this is "Becky" writing, because honestly, you're very smart. I wanted to add this so you understood what happened after these events. My brother doesn't think there will ever be any reason for you to read this, but I suspect otherwise. This letter might shock you, but I think it's very important to be honest.
We didn't have any time to settle in to be content. We were both pretty ecstatic and we fucked everywhere, just like new lovers do. But your father's magic dick worked almost on the first try. Although I was blissfully unaware, by the time we got back from the lake I was already pregnant with you and your brother.
I was nervous about telling him. After all we had only been "together" for about a month when I found out. But he was incredibly happy and supportive. We put the house up for sale, and moved west before I started to show. I dyed my hair blonde so the resemblance between us wouldn't be as obvious, which I honestly liked and he found very hot. He said it was like I'd given him a pass to sleep with another extremely sexy woman, who was also me. I somehow managed to be really flattered while rolling my eyes to an extreme degree. You were both born shortly after that.
That was a long time ago. We've lived here for almost twenty years. You grew up here, never knowing any other family than your parents and your twin. We're proud of you. Your father especially. Attending your graduation was one of the happiest moments of our lives. We're both happy that you got into Caltech, but sad that it means we won't see you as much.
Which brings us to now. I think you're both mature enough and deserve to know the story of your unusual family. It's your history, and you can handle it. Your father thinks it would mostly be a burden. He doesn't want you to ever think you that you aren't "normal" or worry about family secrets. I do have some other reasons for wanting you to know, which I have very specifically not shared with him, because it really isn't my place to do so.
We're going to need to talk soon in any case. I've seen recently that your style of dress has changed. Your skirts are a bit shorter, your tops a bit tighter. You take any excuse to spend time with your father, finding reasons to touch his arm or hug him, or even sit in his lap, something you haven't done in years. I don't think he's noticed, but he will soon. You're smart, beautiful, and somehow manage to be adorably innocent even while you are learning to be seductive. And though neither of us have shared this with you and you never had a chance to meet her, we've both remarked privately that you are the absolute spitting image of Mom. A Simple Domestic Love Story Pt. 03
Daughter and Father. Son and Mother. New love blossoms.
Author's Note:
This will likely be the final story in this saga. I sincerely hope that you've enjoyed reading about this family's journey as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
Please feel free to leave a comment or send some feedback if you would like, it is appreciated. I do try to respond to all non-anonymous feedback messages whenever possible.
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--- Trouble ---
What in the hell.
What. In. The. Hell.
That was my thought. I had never in my life seen Becky and Julia fight like that. Nothing beyond a few angry words or teenage rebellion. This had left them both in tears. I had to do something, but what? Even August was worried. And I really needed to talk to him soon too.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. That's not how this part of the story started.
--- Dad ---
After we became involved, Becky and I had moved to Oregon. I could do what I did from anywhere, and Becky started teaching at the local state college. We found a nice town where no-one knew us, and lived a pretty idyllic life. We had twins, who I will name Julia and August, because I can. Not their real names, but they'll do. Becky was already pregnant with both of them when we arrived.
As of this story, they were both about to graduate from high school and had very recently turned eighteen. I was actually pretty down about both of them leaving for college, but especially Julia going to Caltech. We've always been close. Not the way you're thinking, you pervert. Just...close. We went on trips together, she felt she could tell me pretty much anything, we made stupid jokes at each other. Becky and her weren't distant or anything, their relationship was just more typical of Mother and Daughter. And, naturally I was going to miss August. It just felt different, maybe because he had wanted to go to Oberlin since he first read about it and he was living his dream.
I kept an eye out for what I would call "the signs of familial attraction". I mean in my family, it just made prudent sense. But neither of my children had ever displayed any indication of the slightest sexual feeling for anyone else in this house. And I was absolutely fine with that. I am grateful every day for what I had with Mom and what I have with Becky, but it was complicated and deeply personal. If Julia and August went their whole lives without knowing about their somewhat torrid family history and went on to live happy lives in conventional relationships, then I wished them the best.
Besides, Julia and I were close enough that I thought that she would have told me if she were attracted to, well, any of her other family members. She knew enough about me to know that she could trust me and that it wouldn't make me think of her any less. August was a little different, being a boy and a bit more introverted, but he was a lot like I was at his age. Well honestly he was far more creative than me, but we understood each other pretty well. If he started having those feelings I'd probably know about it before he did.
And if all of that failed, Becky would figure it out. Where I had intuition, she had intellect, wit, and logic. We had decades of experience with this kind of thing. Everything would be fine.
Those were the assumptions I was operating under. And you know what they say about assumptions.
--- Julia - Late Spring ---
Fuck. That was really the only appropriate way to describe everything. Fuck.
Everything was going so well, you know? High school was over. I was going to miss my friends, and of course my family, but I was going to freaking Caltech. Cal. Tech. I'm not going to mention my major here, but I'd be involved in designing and building things. Real things. I was excited the whole last semester. I talked about it so much that even August started rolling his eyes at me and making fun of me when I started to talk about it. He's lucky he's cute or he wouldn't get away with it.
Dad was proud, like he always was, but mostly he was just happy that I was happy. He absolutely understood how important it was, but I think he'd seen too many people ruin themselves with ambitions that outstripped their ability to be content. To cope with stress. He saw that wasn't going to be me, and that I was going to live out my dreams. He would say that I was much smarter than him, admit it without the slightest bit of ego. But I dunno, he seemed to understand me a lot more than, well anyone else.
Mom on the other hand was over the moon. She was driven by logic and will. She was proud of my achievements, but mostly, she wanted me to succeed at what I wanted to do. She kept telling me that I should have a lot of fun at college, but work hard too. Success first, happiness follows. That's how she says it happened with her and Dad. But I also know that he was her second husband. And she wouldn't ever talk about the first, although she never complained about him. She'd just say that love was too important not to gamble on. She never said anything to make me think less of myself, but I was honestly terrified of letting her down. She...she was a lot of what I wanted to be. We're very different people, but I want to be strong like her. Self-possessed, disciplined, and. And I'm having trouble saying the rest, even here, to myself.
And with a man I love and want all the time, like her. This isn't really a big deal, I don't think she'd disagree with that in the abstract. But I didn't want the abstract. I wanted her man. I wanted Dad, and I couldn't deny it any more. It had been building in my for...I dunno how long. I idolized him as a little girl, then when I hit my teens I started to see his flaws too. But that just made me love and appreciate him more. His constant support, his...presence in my life was impossible to overstate. He was there for me, whenever I needed him, in any way. My senior year is when things changed.
The first semester was pretty normal. I just noticed that he was, in addition to my wonderful father, very attractive. And I noticed my friends noticing. I'd heard them say he was cute before or whatever, but at least one had a huge crush on him and wouldn't shut up about it. I eventually had to stop bringing her around because I was afraid she'd really go inappropriate. But hey. Teenage kids, boys, girls, others, they have crushes. She calmed down eventually. And it was still a very clinical thing. I mean, I also knew Mom was super-hot and August was emo-cute. That didn't mean anything more though.
Around my 18th birthday. That was when things shifted. I remember the day. We'd gone camping for the weekend. It was a family tradition. August couldn't make it because of a school trip, so it was just Mom, Dad and me. I did what I usually did; go exploring by myself. Just wandering the paths, watching the wildlife, thinking. When I got back it was late afternoon. I didn't see Mom or Dad at first. Then I heard Mom's laugh, clear as a bell. She had a great laugh and it made men turn their heads, if they hadn't already noticed her. But only Dad could make her do it on demand. She insisted to me that he'd made her laugh the whole time that she'd known him, and that she was foolish for not going after him sooner.
So I walked in the direction of the laugh. Unsurprisingly, it was at the river, near the our campsite. It was hot, and we swam or just hung out there pretty often. I came close and then I stopped. It was obvious that Mom and Dad were, uh, "having a Moment".
They were never really shy about showing affection for each other around me or August, so that wasn't new, but they thought that they were alone so this was somehow different than what I'd seen before. Mom was in her modest one-piece that she somehow looked amazing in. And Dad. Well, he just wore some plain trunks. They were about hip deep, and had just embraced. Dad was kissing her on the neck and her eyes were closed, her hands moving pretty fast over his back, and well, his butt. I made a noise so that things didn't go much further. I didn't want to violate their privacy, after all.
Then I kicked myself internally. I actually kinda did want to violate their privacy. Only a little though. I just...I just wanted to see where that was going. That's all. I certainly didn't think about Dad's body gleaming with water, his strong arms holding Mom tight. How did he look that good at fifty? I suddenly and very deeply understood the attraction my friends had for him. And for the first time, I was jealous of Mom. That had never happened before, for any reason. I wanted her gone so I could be the one laughing and being kissed. I wanted to have my hands all over his body. And the worst part, when I thought about it later anyway, was that I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about it. Neither the unnatural desire for Dad nor my animosity towards Mom. What kind of person was I, truly, if I could have thoughts like that guilt-free?
I put that aside. I packed it way down and smiled at them. They were interrupted but they didn't mind, they told me to join them and I got changed and did. But for the first time I noticed the difference between how Dad looked at Mom and me. His eyes were filled with desire as he not-so-subtly checked out her tits and ass. There wasn't even any cleavage! I was wearing a freaking bikini, and all I got was eye contact and Dad jokes. It wasn't fair. She had a very tight body that she maintained extremely well. But I was eighteen! I wasn't super vain but I knew that I had curves for days, and enough dudes checked out my breasts even when they were totally covered for me to know that they were...well...hot. I was very happy with my girls. They did me proud in the past when I was rocking a prom dress or a tank top, but he only had eyes for her. It really started to frustrate me.
I had to stop and remind myself that that was because he was a good father, who'd never look at his eighteen year old daughter like that. And the fact that he paid Mom so much attention was a big part of why they were so happy together. I still felt simmering jealousy, and it sickened me.
In the end though, I was able to repress it. Just ignore it. It'll go away, right? That's how adults dealt with their feelings. By not having them. Or acknowledging them. Ever. The rest of the afternoon and early evening went mostly well. Roasting weenies and stupid campfire stories and sleeping under the stars.
The night was rough though. Mom and Dad had their own tent, while August and I each got our own individual tents once we reached a certain age. It gave everyone privacy and, frankly, gave Mom and Dad a chance to fool around. They were normally pretty, uh, horny, but something about camping made them like newlyweds. God its weird to write that. Even now. August and I typically just rolled our eyes and made sure to bring noise-cancelling headphones. We had talked about it before, and we were both oddly ok with it. We had a lot of friends with divorced or separated parents. Ours never seemed to have those problems. If camping hanky-panky kept them happily married, then we were grateful.
But August wasn't here. And I heard Mom's soft, sensual giggle. Dad had probably touched her somewhere sensitive. I was suddenly very aware of every noise. My pussy suddenly was tingling and I was very wet. I was warm all over. I was used to these feelings. But I was, at this point, not very experienced. I'd given a hot boy a handjob once and me and an amazing girl from my class felt each other up at a party while we made out. Even then I hadn't felt anything this intense. I wanted Dad. I needed him. But I couldn't have him.
I could, however, have the next best thing. I could...I could watch Mom and Dad. It was likely that they had left the outer tent flaps open, leaving only the screen flaps. There was a nice breeze taking away the heat of the evening, and there were plenty of bushes separating our tents for privacy. Privacy which I fully intended to invade. I opened my tent flap as quietly as possible. I went barefoot, so I would walk very softly. I was dressed only in loose pajama shorts and a tank top. I was grateful that it would be so easy to touch myself in this outfit. I gave no thought to consequences if I were caught nor how awful it was to violate their trust like this. And if I had, I know that I wouldn't have cared. I needed to see what was going on in their tent.
I crept over, staying on quiet sand and dirt, avoiding branches or stones that might give me away. My eyes were good and completely adapted to the dark. I snuck around a bush and could see that they had left a camping lantern on very low. I guess they wanted to see what was happening too. Good.
I came at the right time. Dad was already naked and Mom was just finishing pulling her top off. She was generally very cool, very calm. I think their friends got the impression that Dad had pursued Mom and that she was the more passive partner. If they saw this they would have known how wrong they were. She was barely keeping it together trying to get undressed. Dad chuckled as she struggled and finally got her shirt off. She smiled at him like...like a tigress. She bit her lip and pounced on him. It was a side of her that I had never seen, never imagined existed. And then Dad spoke.
"Not the first time you chased me to a tent."
His words were silenced by Mom's intense kisses. She had straddled him, her hands on his chest and in his hair, leaning over him. Dad held her head gently and responded. His other hand roamed her body until he had gripped her firm, muscular ass tightly. She stopped kissing, and whimpered slightly, as if in anticipation. Suddenly, Dad spanked her. It was...it was really hard and loud...bruising really. I was shocked. Dad was...was such a gentle man. Why would he hurt Mom like that? Didn't he...
But Mom moaned, leaning into his chest. He did it again, and again. Holy fuck, she was into this. She was REALLY into this. I slipped my hand into my shorts, finding my wet pussy. I parted my legs a little and shifted so I had completely free access. This was so freaking hot. I suddenly realized that there was yet another inappropriate thing I wanted my father to do to me.
"Stop...god...please...I just need to cum on your cock. Please."
She was so eager but also submissive. Although I wasn't as focused on it, her body was great. Toned, muscular. Breasts maybe a little smaller than mine, but amazingly firm for her age and for having two children. I swear that if she hadn't had a passion for teaching science then she could have been a fitness model. It was not difficult to see why Dad's cock was standing up that straight. Somehow, in the kissing and spanking and moaning I hadn't really checked it out.
It wasn't...it wasn't huge or anything. It was in proportion with the rest of his muscular frame. He had a little fat on his body, but it was spread out somehow it just made him look more mature. More commanding. He had a lot of grey in his hair, and didn't bother dying it. He took care of himself, but he wasn't vain. He wanted to be healthy and I suspect he wanted to be appealing to Mom. And judging by Mom's pleading, needy tone, he was.
I would have expected Dad to give in and fuck her right then. I mean, Mom was hot and obviously aroused. But he had more self control than that. He let his hands roam further, feeling her breasts, belly, waist, back. But he didn't do any more.
"Do you remember the first time we went camping after Mom's funeral?"
"Oh my god you ask me that like I could forget. Ever. Like I don't think about it all the time when you're travelling and I'm touching myself. I know what you're doing."
Dad spoke with feigned innocence, "What am I doing?"
"Damn it, you're...you're teasing me! You know what I need. Please give it to me. Please...I'll cum so good for you."
Oh my god this was hot. Dad was in control, and Mom knew it. She was pleading but not complaining, getting more and more worked up. She was almost in tears. It looked like she needed Dad as much as I did.
"I could give you what you want. I could. I just don't think that you want it enough. Prove to me that you do. Say it."
"Yes. Thank you. Please...please fuck your little sister. She needs her big brother's cock."
Holy shit...I mean I knew that they had a lot of sex, but I always assumed they were vanilla. But spanking? Dominance and submission (when they were so clearly equal partners in day to day life)? And incest roleplay? I mean...I'd read some of that before...even if it wasn't my thing. Mostly. But they were so turned on by it. Surprisingly, the idea that I was watching a brother and sister turned me on even more. I sped up, I needed stimulation so badly, but I was so wet I was worried that my masturbation would be audible to them.
"I'll give you want you need, baby. I love you."
And then he gently but firmly pushed her on her back. She made a little whimper of anticipation as he got on top of her. She closed her eyes as she latched on to him with her legs, but he looked at her with...with so much love. More than desire or want. It was like I could see everything he felt. He cherished her and wanted nothing more than to satisfy and protect her. And then he entered her.
Her back arched like she was shocked by electricity. Then he was fucking her, roughly. No, not roughly. Hard. Passionately. She moaned and whimpered and he groaned and grunted. She wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh...oh baby fuck me...just like that...oh god. I love you. I love you and I love what you do to me. Oh...oh fuck...I'm already cummminnnggg"
And she did. Loudly. I was close now. Grateful that the moaning and hard fucking was covering all the wet noises I was making.
Dad was close too.
"Becky...I love you...you're...you're still the most sexy woman I know...and fuck does your pussy feel so good...god...I love..."
And then he was grunting and thrusting and cumming. I could see his seed coming out around the sides of his cock, as if there just wasn't enough space inside Mom's small body for all of it. For some reason that was the sexiest part of the whole scene for me. I came. My whole body shuddered and shook. My legs got weak and i almost collapsed on my face, catching myself with my free hand, then rolling on to my side so I could ball it into a fist and bite it, suppressing the moans that were coming out of me, seemingly completely out of my control.
I got up and slowly, on shaking legs, began to move back to my tent. I heard Mom and Dad kissing and softly speaking in the afterglow. Something Mom said stuck with me.
"I'm sorry, love...I know I haven't been the best wife lately. I...I'm starting to feel better. I'm so sorry I've been neglecting you..."
I had no idea that any of that was going on, but what I just saw seemed to be pretty healthy sex to me. I got back to my tent and, suddenly exhausted, fell asleep right away..
The trip ended. We came home. School life went on. I tried to forget everything, especially my feelings. I buried myself in schoolwork and clubs. I hung out with my friends more, saw more movies. I hung out with August more often too, which was pretty nice, as we didn't talk as much as we used to.
It didn't work. Nothing worked. Dad always went out of his way to find me and talk to me, every day. Dad hugged me in the morning and at night, every day. These talks and hugs became my favorite part of the day. Every night as soon as the lights went out, my fingers danced over my labia and clit. I went out and bought a dildo, which I knew wasn't really a big deal, but I was mortified. The entire way home I worried that everyone knew about the purple cock in my plain brown bag. And that as soon as it was inside me I would imagine that it was my father.
For a while though, I was good. I...I hid it completely. It was inside my head and only really came out at night. And I could still tell myself that it was only an unnatural sexual desire, nothing else.
That didn't last, either. My parents like to watch movies with us at least once a week. We all are supposed to eat dinner and talk and a lot of the time Dad picks bad movies on purpose so we end up making fun of it together. Its wholesome fun. So one night, I'd finished my homework and none of my friends were available. Mom had also been pressuring me to spend more time with everyone before I went to Caltech next year. So I did. Dinner was fine. More than fine. We all spoke openly about what was going on in our lives (well, mostly), we laughed at Dad's stupid jokes and Mom got us talking about things that were changing in her field of science. August told a long meandering story that ended with some of his friends almost accidentally getting arrested for armed robbery that still managed to be hilarious.
Then we went to the living room and things changed. We watched the first movie, which was kind of an action/thriller and we all enjoyed it. Then took a quick break. It was early so we all agreed we could watch another one. I went to make popcorn while Mom and Dad chose a new film and August made cocoa for everyone. It was literally an ideally wholesome family scene. Until a stupid, selfish little girl ruined everything.
When I got back the movie was already started and August had stolen my place on the couch. I was minorly annoyed that I had to sit on the floor, but no big deal. Mom was in the middle of the couch so I handed her the popcorn bowl. I don't know what possessed me, but I decided that I would not give up my place on the couch. Playfully, I decided to sit on Dad's lap, like I had when I was younger. I think the last time I did it was when I was thirteen. I stopped not because I got too big but because, even then, I knew that it would be weird.
He reacted with surprise but it didn't freak him out. I'm his only daughter. He let me cuddle up to his chest and put his arm around me, like he would have a long time ago. Maybe he thought I was just being his little girl one last time before I left home. That doesn't matter though.
I regretted doing it almost immediately, but I didn't move. I didn't move because it felt so good. It felt better than...well...almost anything. I was safe, surrounded by his scent, and heat. And I could feel his muscles in his arms and chest. And I knew that his cock was just underneath my leg. The room was dark, so no one could see the flush on my face. The movie was a loud superhero thing, so no one could hear my breath coming in shallow and quick. It was all I could do to stop myself from kissing my own father on his neck or running my hand on his face, chest and cock. It's what I was thinking about.
Then he shifted slightly and sat back farther. I adjusted myself. I told myself it was because I wanted to be comfortable. It would be ridiculous to think that it was because it let me move my ass directly over his cock. If he noticed, he gave no sign. But the thought that just a few layers of fabric was between me and my father's cock penetrating me was overwhelming. I was wet in minutes. It was driving me to distraction but I wouldn't leave. I couldn't. But I was so horny, so repressed, so...so fucking stupid. I let my hand fall into my lap, casually. And slightly parted my legs. And began to rub myself, on the outside of my clothes.
As time passed I grew more and more excited. I was barely keeping my hips from moving. That would certainly have alerted him...and maybe made him hard. As much as I would have loved grinding against him I was still thinking clearly enough to not do that. I quietly passed the point of no return. The place where I was no longer thinking clearly enough to stop myself. I timed things well enough that I climaxed at the same time as the movie. No sound escaped my lips, just a small sigh. My body didn't tense up, I just had a little shudder. That's it. I was even a little proud of my stealth orgasm skills. Then I looked up.
Mom was staring right at me. In the dark her look seemed to be accusatory. I'd honestly never seen that look from her before. Was it shock, fear, betrayal or sadness? I wasn't sure but I was certain that at that Moment I had broken at least my relationship with my mother. My eyes got big. I didn't hide my fear and shame. It must have been all over my face. And then, just to make things worse, my father did something.
My innocent and caring father, who had never treated me as anything but his precious daughter, must have thought that my shudder meant that I really was cold. So he pulled me closer. I saw Mom's eyes narrow. I don't know what she must have been feeling at that Moment, but it wasn't positive. I stood up, very quickly. So quickly I almost fell down. Dad looked up in shock.
"Julia, are you all right?"
His eyes were full of concern.
"Yeah, I just...um...headache. Going to bed."
And then I turned and almost ran to my room, closing the door and locking it before throwing myself on my bed. I left the lights off. I wanted to be in the dark with my sick shame. I didn't bother changing or taking a shower. I just sobbed myself to sleep, knowing what kind of person I was.
When I woke up I knew that I had to do something. I didn't know what, but I couldn't let this fester any more.
I would tell him. Yes. I would tell him. It would be embarrassing and maybe awful for a little while, but then it wouldn't be repressed. Maybe I'd have to go to therapy for the rest of my life or I'd have to move out early, but hey that sure beat living like this and feeling awful. I left my room in the morning feeling a little better. Depressed, but better.
Mom was right outside. Her arm was up, obviously about to knock. Her eyes changed from surprise to serious very quickly. I suddenly was aware that I'd never really seen my mother angry before. Annoyed? Sure. Frustrated? Occasionally. But angry? No. She could be intimidating. Was she about to yell at me? Kick me out? Push me into a wall? No reaction seemed inappropriate given that she had caught me red handed (ahem) masturbating in her husband's lap.
"We need to talk. I need to know what's going on with you."
"Mom, I...I can't right now. I have, um, chores. I've got to clean out the garage today..."
It was true, but lame. And cowardly. It was saturday, and I had promised to do some cleaning out there. But no one would get mad at me if I didn't do it, or if it were delayed a bit.
"Oh?" Mom said softly. "Are you doing that for your father?"
The way she said "father" was alarming in and of itself.
"Um..yeah, actually. He asked me to. Last week."
Mom nodded.
"And tell me. Was last night for your father or for you?"
Jesus. This was too much. I couldn't deal with this. I felt actual nausea mixed with panic. I couldn't even face her. So I lied. Badly.
"Mom I honestly have no idea what you're talking about or why you're lurking outside my room. If you've got a problem with me doing...stuff...for Dad, maybe you should take it up with him. He is your husband, after all. In theory anyway."
And then I walked right by her. I made no attempt to move out of the way so I shouldered straight past her, practically pushing her out of the way. I wanted...no needed to see my father. Now. I needed to ask him for his help. Tell him everything. Beg him to help me fix the shit my stupid, sick lusts broke. But right now I couldn't. I went to the garage.
I couldn't get the glimpse of Mom out of my head. As I walked past, her eyes changed from anger, to shock, and then just...sadness...loss. Like she just lost her daughter. It was fucking awful.
I ran to the garage. I sorted and cleaned for hours. I got a lot done. I hid like a fucking coward.
After a few hours Dad dropped by and thanked me. Asked me if I needed any help. I told him "no, but" and then Mom came in. It was as if she were following him. She glared at me. Goddammit. Does she think I'm trying to be "the other woman"? Wait, was I? Was I actually being a homewrecker?
Fuck. I didn't know. I do know that when I first saw him I wasn't really thinking of confessing my feelings so as to repair my relationship with Mom. No, I was, specifically thinking about how he might react. Would he be interested? What if he said he thought about me too? And you know, those thoughts naturally led to me wondering what his cock would taste like. Confessing was out of the question.
I was fucking sick. I knew it. Mom knew it. It wouldn't be long before Dad and August knew, too. I had to get out of this house before I acted on it. I went back to my room and thought of the best ways to do it.
--- Augustus - The Same Time ---
I was so happy to not be going on that camping trip. For the first time in at least a month, I relaxed. I was around friends. Normal friends, with normal problems, who I trusted and loved. I would also get some alone time with Tara, who put the "benefits" in "friends with benefits".
Don't get me wrong. I kind of love the outdoors. I'd never tell them but going hiking with Julia or swimming in the river is just a great way to get away from everything. I sleep better and my imagination seems to be twice as vivid for weeks. I typically get some drawing in. So I wasn't really avoiding camping per se. I was avoiding my family. Specifically my mother.
And you might be asking yourself this question: "Is this self-professed angsty teen having an fight with his mother? Perhaps over girls or wrecking the car or listening to Nickelback?" To answer that question: She doesn't know I have a girl, I'm a way safer driver than Julia, and I would under no circumstances ever listen to Nickelback.
Nope. I get along with my Mom. She's great. I mean, she's smart. Probably the smartest person I know. She's nearly always cheerful and she's kind. Oh, and she's beautiful. Like she's gotta be in her forties, right? But she's worked out, run, whatever almost her whole life. Her entire body is toned and fit. And very well proportioned. Even her blonde hair kind of frames her face. I think she could have been an actress or something if that was what interested her.
And she loves me, for sure. She's always looked out for me, calls me her "sensitive artist". I pretend to be annoyed but...it's kind of nice. I mean I get along with Dad fine, nothing wrong there, but Mom and I are close. I can trust her with anything
So what's the problem?
I really, really want to fuck her.
Yes I know it's sick. I know. It's not really the worst of it either.
It started about a month ago. It was really sudden. I don't...I mean, ok, I knew she was attractive. I got a little tired of my friends talking about how much they want to bone her. Partially because its gross. Partially because I'm protective of her. Yeah I know she's an adult and can take care of herself AND Dad is no joke but its just gross of them. And now, of course, partially because I'm really jealous. But really, I just was grateful she was my Mom. Lots of people have shitty Moms. I have a good one. That was kind of enough.
As time went on, I started wanting to just spend more time with her. Still, nothing weird. I think she assumed that I was just maturing and was ok with hanging out with my parents again. Which I guess is true, but I was just...doing whatever. Going shopping and helping her carry stuff, running errands with her, helping her with her lesson material, even go running with her (if she'd go a little slower so I could keep up). And then when I go on the couch or outside to draw, she'd come and sit with me. Before I think i would have found having an audience annoying. But she was so quiet most of the time, and respectful, and she'd start doing some drawing too. Then we'd ask each other for feedback. It was really just...nice. And then I started drawing her. With her permission of course. She's a good model. Just her doing stuff, working at the table, whatever. It was all pretty innocent.
At first.
Then, one day, I was just wrapping up a essay. I was really starting to stress about the going to Oberlin next year. Excited, but it's a long way away and I was so afraid that I wouldn't measure up, that i'd have to drop out and come home. I was tired and hungry and to be honest kind of wanted to go back to my room and rub one out to some MILF porn. But first, i was hungry. So I went to the kitchen, all frustrated and distracted. And Mom came back from a run. Very normal stuff. She opened the door and I looked over to say hi. But she was dressed a little differently. Normally its longer running tights and some well fitting but long shirts. Not today.
Today it was unseasonably hot. So all she wore was some very small booty shorts and a sports bra. Not even a large one. And just like that, I was Aware of her. I saw her legs first. Sleek, long, let led up to her hips. They curved around to the best ass I have ever seen. I knew that it was muscular, but I could sense that it would still have a lot of give if I felt it in my hand. Her curves made a small hourglass up to her breasts. I couldn't believe how much her sports bra revealed. I could tell that they were just the right size for my hand. I could see the nipples which were small and hard, and there was generous cleavage visible, showing her soft, pale skin. And finally my eyes travelled down her belly, not a six pack, but defined very well yet somehow extremely feminine. Down to the camel toe of her shorts. Oh my god. I fucking had to know what her pussy looked like outside of those shorts. What it felt like. Did she get really wet? How did she taste?
This all happened in under a minute, I'm sure of that, but it felt like time had stopped and said, "Oh by the way, you're in love with your mother now. Have fun with that, buddy." She didn't notice my obvious ogling, and said hi when she saw me. She walked past me in the kitchen and got some water. As she did I could see that her skin, everywhere, shone with sweat. And then I caught her scent. Yeah, she'd been working out, and I'm sure she thought that she smelled disgusting, but I suddenly wanted to bend her over the table, and tear those shorts off. It was on a different level than anything i'd felt before.
She put her glass in the sink and left for the shower. I waited for about thirty seconds. I wish I could say that I didn't consider following her. I didn't even try to resist. I didn't end up seeing her naked though. Well, not then.
I was walking down the hall and I noticed that she didn't go into her bedroom, where they have a bathroom, but went down the hall to our guest bathroom. It doesn't get used a lot. I was curious. And I wanted to watch her shower. So I followed. I got to the door, and I was moving very quietly. It was only because I was moving so silently that I could hear her crying coming from inside.
I felt a very strong protective urge then, stronger than even my urgent hard-on. I knocked, knowing now that there was no chance of catching any glimpses.
"Mom? Are you ok? I heard...crying."
I heard what sounded like a very soft swear word from inside. It wasn't like her to hide her feelings but she was trying very hard.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a second."
Then she opened the door and I could see her eyes were red. She hadn't changed yet. What happened?
"Mom, are you ok? I mean...you can tell me anything, you know that right?"
She smiled. It was good to see.
"I'm fine, I just had a...a Moment there. It's nothing you need to worry about it."
Now she was lying to me. Mom may not tell you things, but she never lies. At least in my experience. Or there would have to be a very good reason for it. I knew that if i pushed, she'd just get defensive, she was like Julia in that way. I felt helpless for a second.
She stood there, unable to get past me. I stood there, unable to help. So, I hugged her. I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy the feeling of her warm body pressed against mine, her sweat soaking my clothes. But it was an honest hug. My Mom, the most wonderful woman in my life, was in pain, so I had to. It was the right thing to do at that Moment.
She made a little noise of surprise, but she hugged me back. Hard. I was suddenly aware not only of how her breasts felt pressing into my body, but also how small she was in comparison to me. I was confused as hell but I knew that i wanted to protect her and I wanted to have her, maybe roughly.
The hug lasted longer than normal. Longer than a reassurance. When she pulled away I did too. She looked a little better but I was still worried.
"If you can't talk to me...please promise me you'll talk to Dad or Julia, or someone, ok?"
"Don't worry so much about your mother. She can take care of herself. This just...happens sometimes, OK? But...I don't think a lot of sons would care that much. And I love you for it, ok?"
Then she kissed me. I'm pretty sure she meant to peck me on the cheek, but she had to go up on tiptoes to do it, and missed. She kissed me on the lips instead, briefly. I was stunned. She was too, so I could tell it was, in fact, an accident
She just said "oops" and walked away. I waited a Moment, then practically ran to my room. I still had her scent all over me, could feel her firm body against mine, her lips on mine. It was way too close to what I actually wanted. I took out my cock and it was over in just about a minute. The image of her in those clothes, bent over the table, or her legs wrapped around mine in the shower drove me over the edge fast.
When I was done I felt disgusted with myself, not least because of how vulnerable she'd been. I'd do better. Be better. For her if not for me.
But still. How did Dad ever get anything done with her around? How was he not constantly hitting that? How can I be using the phrase "hitting that" in reference to my own mother?
So I avoided Mom as much as I could, although it felt bad. I suspected she was still going through whatever had made her cry before. But I couldn't imagine a situation where I, for example, grabbed Mom's ass and then kissed her, that didn't end in me getting kicked out of my house and my family. And I thought of how much that would violate the trust of Mom and Dad. And jesus, Julia. We'd never admit it to anyone else, and we don't talk as much as we used to, but we're basically permanent bff's. I can't imagine how betrayed she'd feel if I'd hurt Mom in any way.
And when the camping trip happened to coincide with the school trip to D.C., I jumped at the chance to get out of there. And it was pretty fun. I love museums. And since Tara was there we could fool around a little. Nothing but handjobs for me and fingers for her, but still, way better than masturbating. She was a good friend too.
Then we came back. Things were a little odd. I noticed Mom was quiet and Dad was worried about her. But at least Dad was definitely aware something was going on there, so that made me feel better. And Julia was acting kind of odd, too. She asked to hang out with me a few times, and it was a lot of fun just doing stuff with her. A welcome distraction. But besides that she was out of the house a lot.
I ended up being around Mom a little more, gradually. I justified it because it seemed to cheer her up to have me near. And of course I just wanted to be near her. I have a lot of freehand drawings from this time of Mom, nude. She obviously didn't pose for me, so I couldn't be sure how accurate they were, but I can say that I drew her from life and then just sort of mentally removed any clothes. I had a million excuses as to why they might exist in case I was found out, but they were all lame. I jerked off constantly thinking about her. The way she felt, smelled. What her lips would feel like on my dick. I can honestly say that she became the prime figure in my fantasies, which were usually filled with an assortment of girls from school, actresses, and...uh...anime characters. Shut up.
I did try to get her to talk about anything that was bothering her. She'd talk about everyday stuff, mostly. Sometimes, when she let herself be open, she'd mention "just feeling down" or "in a blah mood". Eventually I figured out that was her code for feeling much worse than a normal bad mood. I wondered if something was going on between Dad and her, and that worried me a lot. Even if I did want to fuck her, that didn't mean I wanted to replace Dad, as if that makes any sense.
So time passed. I was constantly debating telling someone about my attraction to Mom. I'd decided that I couldn't just tell her directly. If I knew what was going on with her, maybe, but what if I made it worse? Dad? Normally I'd feel like he would at least have some kind of fatherly advice on the subject. But this was his wife! If it went bad, it would go very bad. And then there was Julia. She was out of the question. I loved her but if I thought I was a freak god only knows what she would think. Eventually i just decided to wait it out.
And then came movie night.
For fucks sake it's the most wholesome part of our family. How could I fuck it up? It's literally dinner with the whole family, sometimes we order out, other times we make it. Then we watch one or two movies. Often bad. And its nice. Everyone puts aside what they're doing for a short amount of time and we are all together. I used to hate it when I was thirteen or fourteen but now it seems like one of the best parts of the week.
Never mind that it was an excuse to sit next to Mom in the dark.
So we eat, everyone is making each other laugh. So far so good. Time to move to the couch. There's really only room for three people so the fourth person has to sit on the floor. Usually that's me or Julia. For the first movie it was me. I'm secretly kind of relieved though. Why? Because now I know I can't just cuddle up to her. I'll be laying on my side or whatever on the floor. Less comfortable but whatever.
So Dad's on the left, Julia's on the right, and Mom is in the middle, right? I go to lay down, Mom says "Noooo...come over here with us."
I point out the obvious: "There isn't any space."
So she scoots her legs over to the left a little and points to the floor between her feet and Julia's. And because I have no reason to say no, I sit there, upright with my back between their legs and my legs sticking out on the floor.
Which seems ok in theory but there isn't much space. Which means that Mom's legs are pressing against me. And my left arm is behind her legs, almost hugging them. This seems to make her happy, because she can put her hand on my head and kind of play with my hair. Its innocent. I wish it wasn't. Oh, and did I mention she was wearing a skirt?
I was grateful that the dark room covered for my huge hard on. I won't pretend that I didn't like it. I was cuddling with her, she was touching me, and I was so close to her pussy I swear I could taste it. I know how it sounds, but damn, that felt good. Not just from the contact, but because, for a little while, I could pretend to be her man.
Finally the first movie was over. Mom and Dad shooed us out while they chose the next one. I went to make cocoa and Julie popcorn. While I did enjoy being that close to Mom during the first film it had made me intensely frustrated. i didn't think i could deal with that again so I made the drinks fast and got back in enough time to steal Julie's seat.
When Julie got back she glared at me, but then she just plopped down in Dad's lap, which I will in retrospect admit was pretty odd. Mom though was pleased. She had the popcorn and she was next to me. I kind of leaned back in the corner of the couch where I figured that I would be safe from temptation. But Mom, she knew better. She moved my arm so it was up and around her shoulder and then leaned back into my chest. Jesus. And then she rested her hand on my leg. Specifically my upper thigh. This was getting rough.
I looked over at Dad in worry but he either didn't mind or didn't notice what with his eighteen year old daughter in his lap. When I turned to look at them I noticed something else. I could easily see down Mom's top.
Oh god, she was so beautiful. Her breasts were exposed to me in her loose, comfy shirt, almost as nice a view as if she were naked. I could see that they have a cute little upturn, and they are so firm and gorgeous looking. At that Moment I was harder than i had ever been in my life. It hurt. And I was pretty sure that I was getting case of blue balls. But naturally, I don't stop looking down Moms shirt, and then I notice her shiver a little.
I do what any horny, lovestruck teen would do, i pull her close. And she makes this little noise. Somewhere between "oh" and whimper. And I suddenly want to hear a lot more of it. She looks over her shoulder at me and gives me this look. There's so much love and appreciation in it, and then she just cuddles in closer, her hand now inches from my hard cock. Fuck.
Just when I start wondering how much more of this i can take, I look up from Mom's incredible rack to see...Dad. He's staring right at me. Through me. I've seen him happy and sad, content and mad. He's very open. But I can't read him. He's suddenly got the best poker face I'd ever seen. I look away nervously, but I know that he's still watching. Thinking god knows what. And then Julia jumps up like something stung her and we all forget whatever else is going on because we're worried.
She looked pale and sick. I believed her when she said that she had a headache. I almost went after her myself but instead we all kind of got up and and left. Dad was thoughtful. Mom looked, well, she looked sad and confused. I wanted to hold her again but I knew that wouldn't go over so well in the light.
In the end, I decided the best thing to do was go to bed before I did any more damage. As I was on my way, Dad ambushed me in the hall.
"Son, we need to have a serious talk, and soon. I can see that you're freaking out. Stop freaking out. I'm not mad. Now isn't the right time, but maybe tomorrow."
"Don't freak out," he says after catching me cuddling with his wife and my mother and staring at her amazing body. Good luck with that.
--- Julia - Evening after Movie Night ---
The next day was a blur. I know that I must have gone to the bathroom and eaten and maybe even gone outside to get the mail. Mostly I just slept and tried not to think. I don't have a lot of specific memories. Eventually I decided to just find Dad and let him know that I was leaving the house. I didn't have much of a plan but I thought that I might stay with friends for the rest of the year.
I wasn't right. I don't mean my desires, either. It was like I was outside myself, watching things happen. I left my room. August walked by on the way to his, said hi. I didn't want to say hi back. I never thought about doing it. But I did. I watched my brothers brow furrow in worry. I knew that I had spoken to him, but I guess my expression was probably empty. Dead.
My mind was spinning futures, trying to find one with hope in them. They all started with me leaving my family. And that's as far as any of them got.
After a minute i realized that someone was touching my shoulder. I shrugged it off, unthinking. It came back, harder, stopping me. I snapped back into myself. Looked around, confused. Someone was talking? Someone upset, but trying to keep it in check.
"Julia. Please listen."
It was Mom. I just looked at her, my eyes wide.
"What?" I said.
"Julia," Mom began again, "This is important. Please. Pay. Attention."
I was now. There was nothing more important to me than what she was going to say. Another voice spoke up from behind me.
"Mom, somethings wrong. Julias sick, or something."
"Not now August," Mom said irritably, dismissing him.
"Mom, I'm serious. I saw her go in her room earlier and she didn't look ok and she just came out worse. It's like she's not there." He was pushing. Trying to stop Mom from, I dunno, asking me something?
"August. I said. Not. Right. Now." Mom's seemed angry now and was taking it out on August.
Wait. That wasn't right. He didn't do anything. He wasn't destroying the family. He didn't even know anything. He just was worried about me. Probably Mom too.
"Leave him the fuck alone," I said really quietly. I was dangerous now. I felt something coiling in my gut. It had been there for a little while now. But it was just about wound as tight as it could go.
"What did you say to me?" Mom's tone was angry but her face was surprised.
"I told you to leave him the fuck alone. He's not a part of this. He doesn't even know what 'this' is,"
"Julia, we absolutely need to talk right now." Mom's voice wasn't angry but brittle. Hurt? Concerned? I wish I would have stopped. But I was tired and frustrated and cornered and I thought I knew where she was going with all of her prodding and questions. I was afraid of Mom and also jealous of her. I was completely hopeless and ready to leave the house never to see any of the people that I loved most (including Mom) again, and her probing just felt like...like gloating. I exploded
"No! We don't! You know what I want and I know I can't have it. OK? So fuck your talk, and fuck you. I'm leaving and I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit. I know you can't wait until I leave to get on with your oh so perfect life with Dad. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
I was shouting, attacking the person that I should have been begging forgiveness from. If I would have thought for just one second as to how Mom had been acting. What she seemed to be feeling. But I was inside my own head and didn't actually consider her. I was still just a selfish little girl.
She devolved into tears, put her hand on her mouth and fled towards the kitchen. I was expecting a fight. She was always so firm and strong. I'd never spoken so awfully to her but I knew in my heart that she'd never tolerate it. I felt a sick sensation in my stomach as I began to feel lightheaded. I'd...I'd just hurt her.
By the time she was halfway there I was sobbing. I ran to my room. I'd ruined my place here, not Mom, not Dad. I'd done it. No one else. I started to fill my school bag with clothes and toiletries. I had luggage which would have held more but I still wasn't thinking straight. I just knew I needed to be gone. I needed to go before I did any more damage.
Mom deserved a better daughter. So did Dad. And August. Jesus, he saw everything. He was...so wise sometimes, but so innocent. What would he think of me when he found the truth about his sister? Well I guess that's one other person who would hate me.
I needed to be gone. I needed to leave. But I was so tired. I gave up, sat on my bed, and cried.
My life would still be on fire when I woke up, so rushing didn't seem that important any more.
--- Dad ---
I had been working in my home office and trying not to think about how useless I felt with regards to helping Becky. I heard the shouting through the closed door. I ran out. Shouting like that didn't happen in my house. I was certain someone was hurt, or being attacked. I was right but not in the way I thought.
I got there in just enough time to catch the epic conclusion. I watched in shock as my daughter ran to her bedroom and slammed the door, sobbing. I watched Becky, so totally unlike her, run crying to the kitchen and sit at the table, eyes hollow, face gray with sadness.
August stood there. Shocked. I got the impression that he was collateral damage in what had just happened. He looked guilty and sad and scared. I thought back to my youth, and felt for him. But I needed him now.
"August, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be as honest as you can with me, ok?"
"Su...sure Dad," He looked at me, his eyes hollow.
"What they were arguing about?"
"Mom really wanted to talk to Julie about something, but she was...fucked up. Even before they started talking. Julie looked like she was sick. And then Mom started asking her questions and Julie wouldn't even answer. Mom got a little frustrated and started asking more firmly, then I tried to tell her that Juila wasn't right. Mom got a little frustrated and told me to butt out, but not in those words. Then Julia just...she exploded, Dad. I've never seen anything like it."
I nodded my grim understanding.
"August. Thank you. There's nothing you could to or can do now, except what your doing, which is being a good kid. Can you do me a favor? I need to to keep an eye on your mother for a little while. Pretend to be doing something else if you need to. I just don't want her to be alone right now. Meanwhile I'll talk to Julia. I'll figure out what is going on between them, and then make sure that our girls are ok."
He looked skeptical that I could fix this, which I understood, but he nodded, and looked relieved. I watched him go to his room and close the door.
I was pretty sure that I knew what was going on, but I need to speak with Julia to be sure.
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I went in. Julia was sitting on her bed, her head in her hands. She was crying softly. She looked so small, so young sitting there. It broke my heart. I closed the door behind me and sat next to her on the bed.
I put my arm around her and she jumped like I'd hit her.
"Dad, no! No!" she almost shouted, looking at me with red and scared eyes, "Just stay away, ok? Please...I love you, but please...I can't...I'm not..."
And then she devolved back into tears. Yeah, I was right, I had just caught on too slowly to prevent people from getting hurt. I'd have to handle this very delicately. Whatever was going on, Julia was full of hate for herself. I also noticed a half packed bag on the bed. I had a really bad feeling that if I misstepped, she'd run out the door and maybe not come back.
"Julia," I said in my most soothing voice, "I know, for a fact, that you are a good person. I know it."
She shook her head quietly but said nothing.
"Do you trust me? Any answer is ok. I'm not going to be mad."
She looked a bit worried, but she saw I was relaxed, not moving to touch her or shout at her.
"Yes...yes Daddy. I trust you. I...I love you, too."
She never called me Daddy except when she was exceptionally vulnerable or sad.
"Honey, I don't know what's going on between you and Becky. I'm going to help you both, ok? No...don't worry about the how just yet. For now, we need to be honest with each other, ok? Can you do that for me?"
She bit her lip, said nothing. Didn't nod. I wasn't really surprised.
"Its ok. I'll start. I'm going to tell you something that only one other living person knows. It's not exactly the same as what you are going through, but I believe that its related. This is one of two secrets that I keep from you and August. And it's for good reason, but you're an adult and i trust you, ok?"
She nodded now, looking at me with interest. She wasn't crying now. I saw what I thought was a little bit of hope in her eye. I had to kindle that.
"My father was an abusive man. He beat my mother and me. He even hit my little sister sometimes. Maybe worse than that, he was a narcissistic and vindictive manipulator. In the stress of that situation, Mom and I...well we fell in love."
Julia's jaw dropped. She listened, riveted.
"We had an affair. It was secret but it had to be. But not like the traditional meaning of the word. After beating me into unconsciousness, father left us forever and Mom and I lived together. We made love and we did it often. We lived as man and wife for over fifteen years. She was my first love and I was broken when she died. Only...your mother...only Becky saved me."
Julia blinked. Then opened her mouth. Closed it. She was stunned. It was understandable. But I needed her to tell me what she knew.
"Julia, I trusted you with my secret. It's time to tell me yours. Whatever you say, I'll still love you. But if I'm going to fix all of this, and I can, I need to hear your truth, and I need to hear it from you."
Finally, she nodded to herself, as if resolving herself to a hard decision. Which I am sure it was. She spoke. So softly that I had to quiet my breath to hear her.
"Daddy. Don't hate me, please. I know...I know what you said, but I fucked things up. I...I'm in love with you. Like a woman, not like a daughter. I want you and need you and it's so deep," she sobbed a little despite herself, "it aches to be near you. It hurts, Daddy...and I'm dirty and I lied to Mom. I lied to her and she knows how I really feel and how awful I really am. And...and she hates me for it. She hates me Daddy and she's right to hate me...I have to leave before...before I..."
And then she started to cry. Only getting words out between sobs.
"I understand. I want you to listen very carefully to me now. Whatever you think of yourself, you aren't bad for your thoughts or wants or loves. I also know, for a fact, that your mother doesn't hate you for these feelings. She was trying to talk to you. Just talk. She's going through her own thing."
She shook her head in denial.
"No! No Daddy she hates me. You heard us. You had to have heard us. I was awful to her and..."
She bit her lip in anxiety. I laughed, which I admit must have seemed wildly inappropriate. Julia was obviously annoyed.
"It's not funny, Daddy!"
"It is a little funny, but only from far away. I'm hoping that one day we'll all laugh about it. There has been a very serious misunderstanding here. You're afraid of what you're feeling and Becky's afraid that she's lost you, maybe her family, and she's blaming herself for all of it."
Julia shook her head.
"But...but she didn't do anything. And you and August would never leave her. Neither would I...I just don't know what to do."
I looked at her in gratitude. I wished that my wife saw the same obvious truth, but it looked like she needed to be reminded. I sighed, deeply.
"I'm going to go talk to your mother. She's...going through some things. I'll let her explain it to you herself, but the point is that she's...vulnerable right now. This thing...it makes her feel like shes been a bad wife to me and a bad mother to you. That no one could really love her. She's getting better I think, but it looks like things are going just exactly wrong. Will you help me make them right again?"
Julia nodded rapidly, her eyes wide.
"Julia. I'm going to leave now. Your mother will be coming in soon. Go ahead and explain everything to her, like you did to me. She will listen. And then she'll explain what's going on in her life. When you get through with that, you can ask her about my sister, but I suspect she'll tell you on her own. Then you'll understand everything. And we can be a family again."
Julia was still unsure, and afraid, but hope was there. I saw it in her eyes. I resolved to fulfill that hope. I left the room full of that resolve.
--- Dad ---
Everyone else was confused and I was seeing things clearly. That was a first. Time to talk with my sister.
I walked into the kitchen. Becky was sitting at the table, tears still running down her face. She looked up at me, and her eyes were so sad that it broke my heart. August was reading on the couch but he was keeping an eye on his mother, just like I'd asked. He really is a good kid.
"August, go to your room."
Understanding that I wasn't angry and that his work was done, he left quickly.
Becky took a deep breath, steeling herself for the worst. My god how had i missed things getting this bad this fast.
"I know," she said quietly, not meeting my eyes, "I...I know I fucked up everything. I'm a terrible mother. I've driven Julia away. All I wanted to do was help her understand what...what I think she's feeling."
I sat down across from her and smiled at her. Just smiled and held out my hand.
"No," I said quietly, "That's not how it is."
She finally looked up, saw me. Saw my eyes.
"You...you don't have to...I understand that..." she never made it through whatever she was trying to say, too choked up to continue.
"Becky," I said, keeping my voice soft, "I need you to trust me. You aren't an awful mother. That's the illness talking. Julia worked herself up far before your tried to talk with her. Her explosion was probably inevitable. She's a good girl and she's in the grip of stuff she doesn't understand. We do, though."
She reached out her hand and placed it in mine. She was confused now. Still wary, but not hopeless. A good start.
"Julia's feeling the same kind of attraction to me that you did. That i felt for Mom. She may have done some of the same sort of thing that you did. It's almost exactly the kind of situation that we suspected might happen, but somehow, I missed all the signs. Even when they were literally sitting in my lap."
Becky was snuffling but she was interested, curious...no longer beating herself up. That was good.
"That's what I thought, too. I just...I don't understand why she's so angry at me. I...I only wanted to talk to her."
"I've spoken with her. She lied because she was afraid. We're so used to this life that the idea that she would feel so horrible for just having these feelings is almost impossible for us to comprehend. We would never even consider it. But that's what she's thinking. That her feelings for me are just as bad as if she drugged me and raped me. Or seduced me away from you and wrecked our home. She's not angry, she's panicked. Naturally, all of this happened at the one time when my intelligent and wonderful wife was at her most vulnerable and likely to believe in the worst possible case. And her much less intelligent husband was just blissfully unaware. I have no excuse for missing it and I'm sorry."
I stopped speaking, let Becky think.
"Do you think...that she'll talk to me now?"
I smiled, widely. This was all I could have hoped for.
"Yes. Absolutely. I've explained things and she knows that you understand what she's going through. Whatever you and her want to do regarding her...her feelings, you know I'll support you."
Becky stood up. The only emotion showing on her face now was a mixture of confidence and concern for her daughter, who she loved more than anything. She was herself again, the best mother I'd ever seen. She moved towards Julia's room, but then stopped and came back to me, kissing me on the cheek. Then she moved on to do what she had to.
I made coffee, feeling like things would be ok, like I had finally done the right thing, even if I were a bit a late. I brought some to August. He was a good kid and really hadn't done anything. I mean, except really want to fuck his mother. I could empathize.
"Hey. We're gonna be all right now. Family's gonna stay together."
"Oh...oh was that what the shouting was about? You and Mom worked things out?"
"We're on our way. It might take a little while but I think the worst is over. But I'm going to need your help with ensuring that the family sticks together."
He looked relieved but also sat up straighter.
"Dad. I will do anything you need me to do. I'm...uh..."
"Sorry to cut you off, son, we need to act kind of fast. I need you to pack an overnight bag. No questions. Then throw that in the car and meet me on on the back porch. It's time for that talk."
He got a little paler, but nodded.
"Oh, and stop looking at MILF porn. No time for that tonight, son."
I could see that he was mortified that he didn't turn his monitor off fast enough when I came in the room. But I still had stuff to do and Becky wouldn't be talking with Julia forever. I went to our room and packed a few things. Just simple comfortable clothes, stuff to sleep in (although I suspected that she'd be sleeping naked). I threw it in back of the car next to August's. Then I went and got two beers from the fridge and headed for the back porch.
Time for that talk.
--- Julia ---
My mind raced. I wasn't certain of anything.
It wasn't that I didn't believe Dad. There was just...so much to take in. He...he was like me. He'd had an affair with his mother. No, it was more like a marriage. And Mom was...what, ok with it? I found it hard to believe, at first. But she loved Dad, and wasn't very judgemental.
And of course, there was more.
The door opened. Shit. I tried to appear calm. Like...like everything was completely better and I understood what was going on. I must have failed because I saw Mom's face was full of concern and...regret?
She immediately came over and hugged me. I hugged her back and started crying. So much for calm. Mom ended the hug, but it felt so good while it lasted. It told me more effectively than any words could that she didn't hate me.
"I...I am so sorry. I knew to expect this. I...we planned on this happening with at least one of you. We talked about what we would do, and how," Mom stopped and laughed briefly, "I even rehearsed this talk. But I guess I blew it."
"You...you expected me to fall in love with Dad?" I had a hard time accepting this.
"Yes. I mean, we weren't sure, but we knew there was a chance. And...and I'm fine with it."
"What? But the way you looked at me on the couch? The questions? The argument?" I was raising my voice, even though I didn't mean to. Once I realized it I took a deep breath. But Mom looked relaxed and smiled sadly.
"Julia, honey, I...that is all my fault. I...haven't been healthy," She stopped and wiped some tears from her face, "God, why is this harder to talk about than you sleeping with your father. I have...or suffer from...or whatever you want to call it, depression."
"Oh god Mom. I had no idea. At all," I really didn't. She was always cheerful. Or seemed that way. The worst she ever seemed was just irritable.
"That's my fault. I never told you or August. Your father told me you were old enough to understand, but it just seemed like burdening you. And parents shouldn't burden their children."
I'd never seen Mom this vulnerable. I always saw her as so self-contained. So strong.
"It didn't used to be this hard to manage. It...it came and it went. When it came I just smiled wider and told your father that I was sick. when you were about eight it got much worse. Your father was so worried. I told him everything and he asked me to see a doctor. So I did. I have medication now and a therapist. Recently...its been bad again. It was just starting to lift when...when all this started."
I stopped her by hugging her. I couldn't imagine what she had been suffering silently.
"Mom...I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. It's not an excuse. It's something that makes me question myself. My value. And how could anyone love you if you have no value? That's why I was so ready to believe that I had just made everything worse and made my own daughter hate me. I felt guilt and loss and...well, the important thing is that I love you and could never hate you."
"I don't think you'll feel that way after I finish telling you...what I need to tell you," I was dubious about her being understanding about the things that I'd done, but I knew I had to tell her. I hated lying. I hated lying to myself, and I hated lying to my family. But she just smiled gently.
"I'm ready to listen, honey. And then, whatever you say, we'll work it out."
I couldn't think of a solution, but Mom made believe that we could find one. So I told her everything. Even the really embarrassing and dubious stuff like watching her and Dad have sex and then touching myself while sitting in his lap. When I finished she didn't look mad. In fact a few times she looked as though she might laugh. I was confused but...but I was so relieved.
"Honey. We are so different, but so similar. I can't imagine you being anyone else's daughter. I have some things that your father wrote that I need to share with you. But that's for later. Before we talk about solutions, we need to talk about the...special traditions...in our family. Did your father tell you about his relationship with his mother...or his sister?"
I nodded.
"Yes. Well, partly. He told me about his affair with his mother. But he told me to ask you about his sister. I don't know why."
She chuckled, "That sounds like him. He told you to ask me about his sister...because I am his sister."
My jaw dropped for the millionth time that day. I couldn't even get any words out.
"That's part of why we moved across the country when I got pregnant with you and August. We were in love and had no reason to stay and every reason to avoid discovery. So..you can understand why we might have a different view of your feelings towards your father. In our family, it seems to be a natural part of becoming an adult."
"Oh my god," I said, "This makes so much sense. You never talked about your parents because they were also his parents. And you weren't roleplaying in the tent. Holy shit."
She laughed again.
"But let's leave my relationship with your father for a minute. It's time to talk about yours. You're strongly attracted to him, almost uncontrollably. And you love him, like I do. So...do you want to go through with it?"
What. I was stunned. I was confused. I was turned on.
"Wait...is that...is that even an option?"
Mom smiled.
"Not only is it an option, it's the one I think is right. But I won't pressure you. If you don't want to, fine. If you don't feel comfortable living with us, we'll find a way that you can live on your own. If you just want to try living here but not act on your feelings, while that would be very hard, we'll support you."
My mouth was suddenly very dry. I felt like I was vibrating all over.
"I want him. Oh god I'm sorry but I want him so bad. Please," I said it all very fast before I lost my courage, "Will...will you share him with me?"
"Of course," she answered immediately, "If it were anyone else, I'd never allow it, but you? We made you together. I love you. I trust you with him. And I honestly feel much better about your father being your first real romance, because I know that he'll respect you and never hurt you. You even used the word 'share'. Because you don't want to steal him at all, you just need him as much as I do. So...let's talk about that."
I could not have been more interested. I did kind of want her to just give me the bullet points so I could get on with fucking Dad, but I knew that was not the way to do things.
"Normally, I'd want him to take you out. Court you, and you can court him. Teasing each other. Let things develop naturally. But...given what you've just told me, I think you might need him to, uh, take the edge off, so to speak. So, if you are ok with your first time with him being tonight, then I am too. Later, you can go on dates and trips together so you have time to yourself. Or I can arrange for August or myself to be scarce. And of course, I'm perfectly fine with both of you having sex while we're in the house, you just have to be very careful and quiet. But even that can be fun. Oh," she said, "And we'll need to make a schedule. Naturally."
She said it all so matter of factly. Of course we'll need a schedule to divide Dad's time up so no one is neglected sexually. And he can take me on romantic trips. All very normal. Oh, and by the way, do you want your father to take your virginity tonight? I decided to agree before I woke up from this lovely dream
"Yes. All that...sounds wonderful. I'm not just saying it either. I want everything to be fair. Shouldn't we...uh...ask Dad though?"
She laughed.
"Oh, we talked about most of this ages ago. It's just details that we girls need to establish. He'll be fine with whatever we tell him. But the details can wait. I'm going to go tell your father that he has duties to perform. I'll grab August and take him out to dinner. It will give me a chance to tell him about my depression and reassure him that everything is ok."
I was very eager for this plan. I was excited to be a part of it. But something occurred to me.
"I...I think August might have feelings for you too, Mom." I didn't have any hard evidence, but he had been acting a little oddly, and I knew for a fact that he loved his MILF porn. I will also admit that I found the idea of my cute emo brother having sex with Mom to be...really fucking hot.
"Well...I've seen some signs but nothing really definitive. I honestly doubt that he would be interested in me, given the age difference. Your father has been dropping hints in his annoying-but-humorous way. And of course he would be fine with August and I...being together."
If Mom seriously thought that an age difference would somehow stop young men from finding her devastatingly attractive then she was in for a surprise. Especially someone like August, who tended to see things differently than society expected him to. I...I actually found myself hoping that he did want her.
"Huh. I wonder how serious he is with Tara," I said without thinking.
Mom's eyes narrowed. She didn't look mad but...
"Who's Tara?" she asked casually. Too casually. I smiled internally.
"Oh, just a cute sophmore that August has been seeing. I don't think it's gone very far, because he'd bring her home if things got serious. She's probably only interested in him because he's all dark and gothy."
Mom shook her head and stood up.
"As long as whoever he ends up with treats him right, I'm fine with it. He's just so...so sensitive, it would be so easy for a girl to take advantage of him. But that's another conversation. I'm heading out. Your father will be in soon."
My eyes must have been huge as I realized what that implied. Dad was going to come into my room and then fuck me. Oh, ok. Mom saw and laughed.
"Relax. You don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want. You can put it off or only go a little way and stop or just talk. It's fine. And I can speak from decades of experience that your father understands consent very well, and has never gone past a point where I wasn't comfortable or when I wanted him to stop. No matter how horny he got"
Mom stood up, kissed me on the head, and left the room.
I sighed. Yes. That's the way to look at it. Stay relaxed. We're just going to have a conversation. A conversation that might end with my father's cock inside me.
Jesus Christ.
--- Dad ---
When I got outside, August was standing awkwardly. We sat down on some chairs next to the grill, I handed him a beer, to his surprise, and opened mine, taking a deep pull. It was a beautiful and clear night. The moon was high and you could smell the jasmine that I kept in the backyard. It was, I reflected, the perfect night for this sort of thing.
"I know that's not your first beer, but pretend it is. So. I thought about having this talk with you awhile ago, but I decided to wait until it made sense to do it. I'm going to warn you, it's going to be a little embarrassing for you."
August looked unsure, but worried.
"What is this about, Dad?"
"Well...it's about sex."
He laughed, as I knew he would.
"Jesus Dad, I'm eighteen. And we had the talk a long time ago. I know...enough...about sex."
"First of all, you can never, ever know enough about sex. Especially with regards to what your partner needs. Secondly, we haven't had this talk. I'd remember."
"No, Dad, I'm sure we did..."
"Oh? So, at some point in the past we talked about how you desperately want to fuck your mother?"
His face lost all color. Bless his heart, he is a good son. I think he will be a better man that I am.
"Oh...oh god. Is it that obvious? I don't...didn't want this...I'm so sorry Dad, I haven't done anything, I swear. I mean, I cuddled with her and hugged her and looked down her shirt. Oh god but she didn't do anything! She didn't even know! I don't want you thinking that..."
"I know, son, I know. It's going to be ok. I have some advice that I think will get you through this trying time."
If he wasn't so worked up he would have realized that something was off with my tone.
"Anything, Dad. I...I don't want to hurt anyone in this family, especially Mom. And I don't want to betray you, either. Just tell me what to do, and I swear I'll do it."
I smiled. He really was a good son. I put my hand on his shoulder in a fatherly way, and looked into his eyes. I don't know how I kept a straight face.
"Well, you should really try spanking her. It drives her absolutely wild."
"Jesus Christ, Dad. That's...I don't...what?"
I finally laughed. I couldn't keep it in any more. He laughed too, despite himself. I got serious.
"It's fine. It's fine and perfectly normal. Well, for our family. I did the same when I was your age. And your mother wants you too, although she would never push you into anything. She cares for you too much. So take a deep breath."
He did.
"Dad, you're...you're being serious, right? I mean, what I'm feeling...isn't wrong?"
"I don't think it is. Your mother missed all the signs, but I didn't. She's...well she hasn't been herself lately."
"I...I noticed Mom has been sad lately. I've been worried," but then he remembered that we were just talking about him fucking his mother, "But are you really ok with me, uh...having sex with her? I...I don't want to hurt you or...break you guys up or...worse"
I chuckled. How a horny teen who just got permission to fuck his dream woman could worry about his father, I don't know. But like I keep saying, he's a good son.
"If it were anyone else, it would be out of the question. But not you. I trust you because I know you love her. Just as I trust her with you. This may not work for everyone, everywhere. But it works here. And you'll still be her son and she'll be your mother and I'll be your father and her husband. You two will just be closer. And we'll have something else in common to talk about."
"Wow. I just...wow. I don't know what to say except thank you."
"Good, son. Keep that gratitude. Hold on to it. Don't take her or me or your sister or anyone you love for granted. Listen to your mother, she'll teach you what you need to know. She'll make you very happy, and vice versa. And I do have some final, serious advice, if you want it."
"Yeah. I think I do. I honestly probably need it. I've...uh...never gone all the way before."
"Your mother is going to come out of Julia's room soon. She's going to ask you to go to eat to tell you something. Something that doesn't directly relate to what we've been talking about, but it's very important that you listen. You should drive. Go someplace nice, that she likes. If it hasn't come up already, then tell her how you feel. Be open about it. She may be a bit surprised but we've discussed this possibility and I guarantee that whatever happens she will not be mad. I don't know what all will come up beyond that, but if you two decide you want to, just go to a hotel and do whatever comes natural. I packed a bag for her."
"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Thank you."
He stood up and made for the back door, but stopped halfway there.
"Dad."
"Yes?"
"Is this why Julias been weird too?"
I just smiled, laughed, and drank my beer. He shook his head and went indoors. It really is a wonderful life.
--- August ---
I had barely been inside for a minute when I saw Mom come out of Julia's room. She looked so much better I actually sighed in relief. Dad walked over, talked to her quietly for a Moment, and then went into Julia's room.
It occurred to me that if she's going through the same thing I am, and Dad's going into her room, and we're leaving them alone then...
Holy shit. That took me a long time to figure out. I was distracted by Mom.
"Well, um. I hope you don't have any plans? I was hoping you could take me out to dinner, maybe? And I could, uh, talk to you about..."
When in doubt, be like Dad. I took charge.
"Yeah, sounds good. I've got the keys to the SUV already."
I rattled them for emphasis as I touched Mom's elbow and guided her out the front door.
"Oh," she said, a little surprised but not upset, "Good."
I didn't give her a choice to drive, instead escorting her to the passenger side and holding the door open for her. Normally she didn't go for stuff like this but I was kind of on a mission, and was disguising it with gentlemanliness.
I got in, and started the car and headed out.
"Do you need to be home soon, Mom?"
"Uh, no, I don't think so. Why?"
"I was thinking of going to the crab place down by the bay, but its about forty minutes away so I wanted to be sure you were ok with being out late."
She smiled.
"I love that place. The crab cakes are really good and the atmosphere..." she didn't finish her thought, so I did.
"...is pretty romantic, I know." I didn't elaborate. I was being bold tonight.
There was a silence for a bit while I got on the interstate. There was a tension to it, but it wasn't awkward or unpleasant. More like a pleasant anticipation. Eventually Mom spoke up.
"August...who is Tara?"
I barely avoided laughing out loud. Only Julia knew about Tara.She'd probably ratted me out accidentally. And was that jealousy I heard in Mom's voice? I was starting to feel a bit more confident.
"Oh? She's a girl I've been seeing. Nothing too serious. We get along pretty well, and she's cute."
"Hm," she said, disapprovingly, "I just think that if Julia knows about her, the rest of the family probably should meet her too, don't you?"
"I mean. I guess, if we were serious. But we're really not. It's more of a 'friends with benefits' situation than a commitment," I said it with calculated casualness.
"August!" Mom said, actually shocked, "That's not...I mean why..."
"I mean, she knows what our relationship is. We talked about it. It was her idea," I decided to twist the knife just a little. I could see Mom was imagining what kind of hijinx I'd gotten up to and wanted to ask but couldn't bring herself too. "As a matter of fact, she was on the trip to D.C."
Mom's eyes narrowed and her mouth opened.
"I can't believe that they would allow...that sort of thing...on a school trip."
"What sort of thing, Mom?" I said with disingenuous innocence.
"You know exactly what I mean, young man."
She was breaking out the "young man". I was in trouble now.
"Oh, you mean like sex? No, they don't approve of that sort of thing. But you know, if you're quiet and careful, you can get away with a lot."
"August. Are you...are you teasing me?" Mom finally got the gist of my tone. I must have sounded a lot like Dad.
"I might be. It really isn't anything serious. We fooled around but...it never really went passed hands stuff." It went to mouth stuff once but I didn't want to really provoke her.
She laughed, sincerely.
"You do know how to wind me up, don't you. I can't believe you. I just...I always worried that you would be so easy to hurt...because you're so sensitive. I guess it sounds bad that I don't worry as much about Julia, doesn't it."
"Not at all. She's a lot like you. Very pragmatic most of the time. Not likely to fall in love easily. Whereas I have had a ton of crushes. Only been in actual love once, though."
That caught her attention.
"Really? With who?"
"Well...I'll be happy to talk about it, but I thought you had something important to talk about."
She looked a little annoyed at my deflection, but it was playful. Her face fell though.
"Yes. I, um...I need to tell you about why I haven't been myself, lately. It's nothing new. And it's not serious, really, but you deserve to know about it, because it's been impacting you and Julia. I have depression. I've really had it for about twenty years. Its off and on, but its been kind of serious lately. I've had my medication adjusted, which has helped," she stopped for a Moment, with what I thought was nervousness, "but also the time that we've spent together, drawing and talking and you just...being there has helped a very great deal. I just...I wanted you to know why I was acting strange...and that I'm very grateful for what you did for me."
I thought that she might have been depressed over something specific, but that she had clinical depression had never even occurred to me. I hung out with artists though, and it wasn't really anything new to me sadly. I felt a mix of emotions. Confusion, worry, gratitude, but mostly anger. It wasn't fair, but it was honest. I almost pulled the car over.
"How can you say that it isn't serious? How?"
She was too shocked to reply.
"I'm not...no, i am angry at you. Because...because its deadly serious. What you share with me...that's up to you. But just...I want to know, Mom. I want to know and I want to help and I can help. And it hurts that you wouldn't trust me."
"I'm...I'm sorry. I never really thought of it that way. I trust you...well...with my life. I just...I always felt like it would be a burden to my children. Even opening up to your father was very difficult."
I took a deep breath and calmed down. I really didn't want to hurt her feelings when I was trying to be supportive.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just. Tara has clinical depression. She didn't tell anyone. And she has a lot of friends who love her, who would help her, not just me. Last year, she came pretty close to...uh...fuck."
I couldn't even talk about what could have happened. I felt Mom's small hand brush away the tear on my cheek.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"It's fine, i didn't tell anyone. But I'm eighteen, and your son, and I love you. And there is no way you could be a burden to me. Ever. If anything happened to you...I'd...I don't know," I drove in silence for a while. It wasn't angry or sad. I felt like I had really understood Mom and she understood me. We reached our exit and I got off, but we still had a ways to go. I pulled over to the side of the road.
"Honey? Why have we stopped?"
"I love you," I said, simply.
"I love you too," Mom said and squeezed my arm.
"No. Earlier you asked me who I had fallen in love with. Its you. I love you," I looked at her in the eyes. It was hard. "I love you and I want you. You're the most intelligent and beautiful woman I've ever known."
Wow. Well. That was one way to break the ice I guess. I waited.
"Oh, August," she said, I feared the worst, but I still waited, "Oh. I see."
She put her hand on my cheek and leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't the first time I'd kissed a woman. But I suddenly realized it was. All the other kisses had been with people my own age. Nothing wrong with it, but...they lacked experience. Mom did not. I felt her tongue dart inside and out of my mouth. Both of her hands were around my neck, in my hair. When she stopped we were both breathing hard. There were tears in her eyes, but i could see that they weren't bad. Her smile turned mischievous and sultry.
"Is that what tonight is?" she said breathily, "Well, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with. And here I thought you were just humoring your dear old mother. It turns out you were driving me out to have your way with me."
She laughed. It was not a laugh I had heard her make before. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Hey, I'm the virgin here. I'm pretty sure you're out to deflower me and take my innocence."
"Yes. I think that's exactly what I'll do. I'm going to take you and and make you mine. Once you've had me you won't be satisfied with little girls."
Holy shit. What exactly had I started here. I was aroused but also a little scared. Mom was looking at me like a hungry tiger contemplates a baby deer.
"Well, that can wait, we have dinner to attend," Mom said, touching my hair distractingly. "And anticipation to build. And then...well...you'll just have to find out. Drive on."
I laughed, a little shakily. I'd never had a woman make me that hard and worked up just from a few words and touching my hair. God.
--- Julia ---
I was doing some deep breathing exercises when the door opened. I almost immediately hyperventilated.
Dad walked in, saw my face, and smiled warmly.
"Can I sit down?" He asked, softly.
I had half expected him to just push me down on the bed and ravish me. I was a little disappointed but mostly relieved. I...I really found that despite my fantasies, I wanted my first time to ge gentle. His attitude had a calming effect. I smiled back and patted the bed next to where I was sitting.
He sat down next to me.
"You feeling ok, hon?"
"Yes. No. Well, yes, but super-nervous. Don't tell me to relax because that doesn't seem to be working tonight."
"Well, I have an idea. It's a little odd but I think it will work out. Do you want to give it a shot?"
"What is it?" I wondered if it would involve roleplay or ropes or...god, anything was possible. I was pretty open minded but also kinda scared.
"I thought that we could go out on the couch and watch Netflix," he said matter of factly.
I turned abruptly and looked at him, looking for signs of Dad humor. There was none. He was being serious.
"Um. OK? And then?"
"Ah, that's the clever part. We sit next to each other, cuddle. Maybe drink some cocoa, or if you feel up to it, a little wine. Then we watch some dumb comedies, or romance, or animal documentaries. And we talk and nuzzle, let our hands roam, if they want to. If nothing happens, or it starts and you want it to stop, great. If something happens, we just let it develop naturally. No pressure."
"That sounds...like an amazing first date," I said with enthusiasm, "I'm going to change into something, um, comfortable. Do you mind getting me some wine?"
"Sure. Don't take too long. Remember, be comfortable. This is to make you feel good. You're already...well you're already incredibly sexy, so don't be dressing up."
And then he walked out. He closed the door behind him, which I appreciated. I desperately wanted to be naked for him. in front of him, at his mercy, but I wasn't quite ready for that. I decided to follow his advice, mostly. I still wanted to look appealing and be a little naughty. I took off my clothes and examined myself in the mirror.
I kept my black hair long, down to the middle of my back. It was glossy and straight and I loved it. My body was...I knew that some people found me attractive, but I had too much fat no matter how much I exercised. Especially compared to Mom. My breasts were just on the large side of medium. They didn't sag, and had an upturn that made them look perky. I loved they way they looked in tight clothes and out of them too. My belly was soft and had a curve to it that matched my hourglass. The hourglass was nice but there was no muscle definition anywhere. Especially compared to Mom. My hips were wide and my ass was...well it was probably pretty great. I tended to see it as too large but it did have some muscle behind it. I caught men and women looking pretty often. My hips felt too wide to me but they were very proportional to my upper body, which looked good. I wasn't very tall, maybe a little more than Mom but my legs were smooth and had good shape to them. I liked the way my calves looked. Ironically I thought my hands and feet were pretty close to perfect.
None of me seemed to be Dad's type. I hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed in me. I know that he'd never say anything, but...I really wanted him to look at me with a little of the same heat that he looked at Mom with. I couldn't stand it if even my own father was pity fucking me. I put that thought from my mind. If I wasn't hot enough I'd just have to make up for it with attitude.
Taking a cue from Mom I wore a comfy but a little too small tank top and booty shorts. I took off my underwear first, although doing so make me a little shaky. Would Dad think I was a slut on the first date? Was that thought ridiculous? Probably yes to both. I didn't want to be "hard to get" or virginal or any stupid patriarchal bullshit. I wanted to be a slut for him. His slut. His little girl who would never say no and always make him happy.
I took a deep breath and left my room, walking slowly to the couch. He was waiting, dressed in relaxing shorts and a tee shirt that really showed off his muscles. Dammit, he did the same thing I did. I took a Moment to appreciate the view and then cuddled in next to him, in the way I had liked to do since I was very little. In this context it was so different. Mom wasn't here, but she approved in no uncertain terms, no doubt in her voice. I could...I could let myself be who I was with who I wanted. That made me smile.
Dad handed me a glass of red wine and smiled at me. The tv was on and he was flipping through comedies, trying to pick something we both liked. It wouldn't be hard, we shared a lot of the same tastes in entertainment. Our senses of humor were in line, that's probably why he could make me laugh, constantly.
I sipped the wine and attempted to look sophisticated. It was in fact my first wine and i didn't want to spit it out all over him and embarrass myself. Although, the more I thought about it, he'd probably just laugh with me and help me get cleaned up. There would be opportunities there. I decided that I would just drink it for now. Fake accidents were for emergencies. I set it down on the table with me and pointed.
"That's it. That's what we're watching."
His eyebrows went up in surprise but he agreed.
"Nightmare on Elm Street? Sounds good to me."
"It still scares the crap out me...and makes me want to be held and protected."
He started the movie and settled in. He put his arm around me, which was pretty normal, but he pulled me closer. Like he would with Mom. I felt my legs get weak. I leaned my head against his chest and took in his scent. His hand ran down my arm slowly, naturally, and settled on my waist. Fuck. I was wet already and Freddy had just barely cut Tina. What do you do when a man has that effect on you?
We chatted off and on. We were never really quiet when we watched a movie together. We made fun of it and explained our theories about the plot to each other. He'd listen to my problems and offer terrible advice that made me laugh and feel better about everything. It was really great.
"Hey Dad, I don't mean to be a downer, but..."
"Yes?" He looked at me, almost alarmed. I realized that my happiness and, uh, satisfaction were his concern. That made me feel really good, special even.
"What if Mom and August get home and we're out here doing..uh, stuff?" I still couldn't even say it. Thankfully he didn't make fun of me. He did chuckle a bit though.
"Oh, they won't be back tonight. August is going to be taking your mother on a date. And then your mother will be taking August. He's seducing her but he really has no idea what he's in for. Lucky boy."
Dad sait it all pretty matter of factly, and seemed generally content with the idea. My jaw dropped.
"Him too? I mean, I suspected a little but...the same night?"
He shrugged, as if twins losing their virginity to their parents was just a thing that happened all the time.
"It just worked out this way. August wasn't doing too bad, but he feels very protective of the women in the family, and Becky could do with being reminded of how loved she really is."
"That's actually really sweet, Dad. You aren't jealous? I mean...I know it's the same with Mom, but...I just never saw you guys as anything but monogamous."
"It's odd but her being with August feels natural to me. I'm kind of grateful his first time is with someone who loves him. No agendas, no drama. He's more sensitive than you are, would be easy for someone to break his heart."
It was my turn to laugh.
"Mom said something similar about us. And on the subject why does everyone think that August is super-sensitive and I'm some kind of robot? I...I fall in love. I'm in love right now."
"I honestly think of you less as heartbroken and more of a heartbreaker. You're smart, gorgeous and you know how to get what you want. I guarantee August could tell you of at least five people that are hopelessly in love with you right now, just from your school alone."
"Um...I hadn't ever really...uh...thought of myself that way," I was honestly used to a degree of false flattery from men who wanted to sleep with me. It was generally pretty gross, appearance-based, and obvious. Hearing sincere compliments like that from a man that I wanted as desperately as him was something different. I wanted to tell him how much it meant...how attractive he was, but I couldn't find the words.
"That's part of what makes you so lovely. Youth is always full of beauty, but you. You're special."
He paused, obviously thinking of saying something but hesitant. I waited.
"I don't ever want you to think you are anything but your own person," he finally continued, "but you do remind me a great deal of my mother. She was amazingly beautiful too, with your curves, hair, eyes. I never had any trouble seeing you as my daughter, or was tempted to do anything inappropriate, but I also knew that if you ever did turn out to...well...be attracted to me that I wouldn't have a chance of resisting you. Even if I wanted to."
My breath was coming in shallow gasps now. I was aware that my heart was pounding. I was this turned on and all he had done was talk to me...and not dirty either. I had to...to do something. I put my hand on his leg. I didn't move it. I didn't have to. He just looked down at me and stroked my hair, then the side of my face. I pressed it into his hand, prolonging the contact as much as possible.
He leaned in and kissed me. After watching him and Mom in the tent i had expected it to be at least a little frightening and fierce. I Still hoped for that, eventually, but this was gentle, slow, and seemed calculated to drive me over the edge. He stopped after a bit, leaving me panting, but then immediately began to kiss my neck. I began to realize that it was taking all of his will to do this slow, and right, for me. He wanted to take me, badly. He loved me too much to do it.
"Oh...oh Daddy...there. Touch me...touch me please."
His hand moved from my back to my chest, kneading my breasts and caressing my nipples. Controlled, and just right, how I needed to be touched. I whimpered. It was the most sexual noise I'd ever made in front of my father and I was immediately embarrassed, but it turned him on, drove him to more. Did I really have this kind of power over him?
He stopped kissing me briefly, and looked me in the eyes. I think he was checking to see if I was all right. I had never fantasized about a more considerate lover. I knew that I would be his and his alone as long as he wanted. I had no power or will to resist him. Suddenly, and with exciting strength, he put both of his hands on my ass and lifted me like it was the easiest thing in the world. He set me down so I was facing away from him, my legs straddling his, then he put his left arm around me and pulled me close.
"Oh Daddy, you might make me cum just from doing things like that."
I said it without thinking. It was true and it probably shocked him but I was glad to be shocking. No more innocent Julia. I would be my father's little slut, his side piece, his mistress. I never wanted to replace Mom, but I could compliment her, maybe giving him things that she couldn't do or wouldn't do for him. There were things only a younger woman can make an older man feel, after all.
"Julia, if you can still walk straight after tonight, I will be disappointed in myself," he said firmly, with almost a growl in my voice. I was glad to be sitting in his lap because my legs got so weak that I probably would have fallen over had I been standing. "But I thought I'd start here."
"Here?" I said, confused, "Like the couch?"
"When you sat in my lap on Movie Night. I feel really dumb for not picking up on it, but I was too busy watching August get off on cuddling with your mother. Which was, admittedly, heartwarming. I think though, that you wanted to be there for a reason. Maybe you weren't even sure at the time, but I think you wanted to be in your Daddy's lap, with his hands on you, didn't you?"
I bit my lip. All I could do was nod. I was so wet by now that he had to have been able to feel it.
"Well then, you can watch the movie for a while," he whispered in my ear, softly, "You don't have to do anything. Yet."
I was very aware of his hand on my tummy. His cock pressing into my ass. Jesus that felt way too big. His breath on my neck. I felt much younger than I was, and more helpless. Just a little girl desperate for her Daddy to touch her...oh god...
My thoughts were interrupted as his left hand went under my shirt. He was less gentle this time, moving over my breasts, groping them. He wasn't hurting me, at all but it was more like he was...also taking what he needed from me. I lost focus for a while, but before I could adapt I felt his right hand on my thigh. I moaned, loudly. He didn't respond or move it, at first. When he did move it, he did it slowly. Agonizingly slowly. I wanted to grab his hand and jerk it upward towards my crotch. But I knew he was too strong for me. Didn't he know what that did to me? How much I needed his touch?
I realized that he did, and that he was teasing me...like he had teased Mom in the tent. Forcing me to build my anticipation. I was breathing hard by the time his hand touched the fabric of my shorts. And he stopped. The bastard!
"Daddy..." I whined, like I was much younger, "why are you...oh yes..."
He surprised me, again. Instead of moving slowly, his hand darted under the waistband of my shorts and was on my pussy. My wet pussy, tingling and pulsing like I had never felt it before. His hand was was warm and firm and oh god so agile. He stroked my labia, very gently, and moved up to my clitoris. He...he was like a goddamned clit whisperer. I moaned and ground back against his hand, and then ground my ass against his cock. He grunted, and pulled me closer so I was pressured from both sides.
"Yes Daddy...please touch me...touch me like I'm just your little...your little slut..."
I felt like I had no control over my words. I was really close to cumming. I felt dirty and turned on and also loved. I would be his little slut forever if he'd let me.
Then he moved his hand down and slipped a finger inside me, leaving his palm for me to grind against. I lost it.
"Oh fuck...yes Daddy...please...I'll be your good girl...your good slut...I'm cumming for you Daddy! For you!"
And I did. I moaned and groaned and thrashed in his lap, no escape from his loving, merciless hands. Eventually I sagged, limp. I'd never had an orgasm like that in my life. And it was just his hands. I noticed I was crying a little and worried that Dad...Daddy might think he hurt me. But he seemed to know that I was just overwhelmed.
He put his arms around me and held me close, shifting my body so that my right side was to him and my legs were up on the couch. I rested my head on his chest and whimpered. He just held me and stroked my hair.
"It's ok baby girl. Shh...you're safe. Just rest in my arms. I won't do anything else until you're ready."
I realized that he was still very hard, but had made no effort to fuck me yet. My illusions were gone. Whatever I thought of my body, he loved it, desired it, wanted it. That thought, more than anything else, made me weep with gratitude. He had accepted me as his lover but still loved me and protected me like I was his only daughter. It was everything I wanted and he hadn't even taken my virginity yet. I was, like my Mom and grandmother, his completely.
After a few minutes my breathing had relaxed. I was calm inside and out, even though I was still so turned on i couldn't really think straight. I knew what I needed and there was only one person who could give it to me.
"Daddy, will you please fuck me now? I...I really need your cock."
When I spoke it was almost in a little girl's voice. I didn't mean it to be. I was just so open and vulnerable to him. If he wanted to, he could have done any demeaning or degrading thing he wanted to me, and I would have let him do it, gladly. But he was my father, and my Daddy, and he loved me in both roles.
This time his breathing sped up. He made a noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a growl as he stood up, effortlessly carrying me in his arms. The movie played on as he carried me away from the living room. To my room, to my bed. To what I would come to think of as our wedding bed.
When we got there he tossed me down, gently but unceremoniously. I felt his want overcoming him. He looked down at me, expectantly. I smiled. I knew what my Daddy needed. I took my shirt off, slowly so my breasts sort of popped out at the end. I looked him in the eyes as I pulled off my shorts. Really I had to peel them off because the crotch was soaked. I lay back down and waited. I didn't wait for long.
Daddy took his clothes off in a slow fashion, a hungry smile on his face. I was, for the first time in my life, afraid of him. Well...not so much of him, but his lust. It was coming off of him like heat. And his cock. I still found it almost impossibly arousing. However, the last time I saw it was from far away, and it was seconds away from being inside Mom. Now it was so very close and I knew that it would only be satisfied with my tight, virgin cunt.
He saw my eyes and his smile became more warm and less frightening.
"Don't worry Julia, I'm not just going to thrust inside you hard and fuck you roughly. Not tonight anyway." He said with a wink. How could that idea be so terrifying and so arousing? "I'm going to get on top of you now, all right? And then I'm going to slowly enter you. I need you to tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop."
I nodded, feeling relieved. I didn't tell him that I wanted it to hurt and I knew that as soon as his cock touched me there was no way I would ever be able to ask my Daddy to stop. I was his little girl to love and to care for, but also his slut to use and punish how we wanted. I would be good at both for him.
He slowly got on top of me, letting his weight settle. I spread my legs for him, as far as they would go. I instinctively put my hand down and spread my labia as well. Then the head of his cock was there, at my slit. I whimpered.
"Please Daddy," I whispered hoarsely, "Your sluttly little girl needs your cock...please give it to me, Daddy."
That worked. He met my eyes, love and lust warring in his, as he pushed into me. Fuuuuuck. Oh fuck it was big. So much bigger than it looked. I bit my lip, clawed his back, and locked my legs around his, pulling him in. I was in pain but not too much. And I loved it. He kept pushing into me, mercilessly filling me. And then he was inside me completely.
He stopped. I knew that he did it to make sure that I was ready and that I was still OK. If I had said "no" or simply shook my head, he'd have stopped. I would never do that, even I were dying. I was satisfied for that Moment. My Daddy's cock inside my pussy felt more right than anything I had ever felt before. I would do anything for him. Anything. I moaned, deeply.
"I'm ready, Daddy. Make love to me, please..."
"I love you," He said simply as he started to move. The world beyond the bed disappeared.
Some people don't like missionary or find it boring. I love other positions, but for me it's special. I don't do it with anyone that I don't care for, deeply. This is because it's how my Daddy fucked me for the first time. It can never be anything but perfect for me.
He thrust in me again and again. Every thrust I ground back. It did hurt, but it was the kind of ache that I could never get enough of. My voice turned from the sweet girl my Daddy knew to the filthy little slut that I knew he needed.
"Fuck me...oh god...fuck your little slut...just like that...Daddy...fuck the little girl you made...please"
He told me he loved me but mostly grunted. I realized with satisfaction later that he was too turned on by his newfound little slut to even dirty talk. I would try very hard to make him that wild every time he was inside me.
"Fuck...Daddy...Daddy, you're going to make me cummm on your big fucking cock. Please...please Daddy, let your slutty little girl cum. Pleaseee...oh fuck oh..."
And I exploded. That's how it felt. I think I might have even passed out for a while. I still was dimly aware of Daddy pounding my pussy now, losing control, desperate for me. Still not too hard, restrained, loving. I worried that he might try to pull out, being unsure of whether I was on the pill. That wasn't happening. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around him, hard. That seemed to turn him on even more.
"Oh..oh fuck..baby. I'm going to cum...inside you if you don't..."
"Cum in me Daddy. Don't let your slut go unmarked. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours forever Daddy. I need it."
And then he was growling and grunting and cumming. My Daddy, cumming inside me. Filling me with the cum that made me. I felt so loved and perfect and beautiful covered in his sweat, filled with his sticky seed. I can't even describe how wonderful it was. I came one more time, this time unexpectedly, not as hard, but just as amazing.
Daddy went limp on me. I worried that he had maybe over strained himself (oh god did I just gave my Dad a heart attack with my pussy?) But then I realized that even then he was still keeping his full weight off of me. I loved him so much for everything he did for me. I told him, again and again as I kissed him on his face and neck.
"I love you, Daddy. I'm yours now. Your little baby girl is your little baby slut now." I laughed a little, "Now you need to give me your cock all the time, and your cum. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want. I love you so much and in every way...please don't ever stop."
"I love you too, baby. You'll always be my little girl. Always. You've made me...so happy...so alive. I'm so lucky that you're mine."
I slept in his arms, safe and satisfied.
Later, naturally, he woke me up by eating me out, which it turns out he was ridiculously good at. Then he fucked me again, slower this time, and from behind. He told me this is how Mom and Grandmother liked it, and that was about the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. i felt like i was a part of something much bigger, and I understood why the women in my family didn't want to share him with the rest of the world. I was sore all over the next day, inside and out, like a new bride should be. It was the best night of my life.
--- August ---
I managed to drive the rest of the way to the restaurant and park without wrecking the car, somehow. I was all nerves. There is, I think, such a thing as too much anticipation. I got out of the car and opened the door for Mom, and she knew immediately that I was, again, freaking out.
"Relax," she said, taking my arm in hers as we walked across the parking lot, "Anticipation is for enjoyment, not fear. For example, you're probably afraid about pleasing me, but I know that my sensitive, caring son, would never fuck his mother without making her cum."
She said it so casually and laughed in a really wonderfully cheerful way. The way I loved to hear her laugh. I did relax a bit, and then I noticed that she held my arm a little tighter, crushing her breasts into it. She did know what she was doing, that was for sure.
As we waited to be seated, she casually held my hand. I pulled her chair out for her at the table, and noted that we had been seated in a far corner, where we had a little privacy and could look out and see the bay. I guess the greeter got the romantic vibe from us.
"She must think I'm just a cougar with her latest trophy cub," Mom said with a little smile.
"Aren't you?" I asked.
"Only if that's what you want, August," and then her smile disappeared, "I'm going to be serious for a minute, ok?"
I nodded, a little worried that I had done something wrong. I did not want to ruin this through being immature or inexperienced.
"Good. This is your first time. Its very, very important to me. If there's some way you need me to be, or to pretend to be. Or if you need me to do something specific to or for you, I'm fine with it. Even if you need to, um, hurt me a little. I don't want you to worry too much about me tonight. I...I find you very attractive in a similar but completely different way to your father. And I don't think I will have any difficulty enjoying myself no matter what you end up doing to me."
Well I mean her saying that nearly made me cum right there. How many surprises was I going to get tonight? I was already almost uncontrollably attracted to her, and she just basically offered to fulfill any fantasy, or do anything for me. That was almost too much. Fortunately, what I wanted, what I desperately needed was much simpler.
"Do you remember the day you came back from running? And I heard you crying and we hugged?"
She looked surprised by my answer but nodded.
"That's who I want. I want the incredibly sexy, kind, intelligent, and complicated woman who I only really saw that day. I want her so much that it kind of hurts to be this close to you without being able to hold you. So, uh, whatever it is you like or want to do or have done to you is what I want. I want you to show me the rest of you."
She had a flush on her cheek that came on as I was talking. I wondered if I had made her mad. It would be pretty typical of me.
"Well, that's a good start. You should know that saying that kind of thing to your mother during dinner is likely to make her very, very wet for you."
And then the server came, while my eyes were still big and my dick felt like it was going to burst out of my pants.
Mom ordered wine and then we both ordered our food. We'd been here before, it was easy. And I was hungry for more than seafood so I didn't want to be here for too long. Even as the server took our orders, I felt Mom's foot moving up and down my calf. She reached out and grabbed my hand as soon as the server left. It was like she couldn't help herself from touching me. It was making me crazy but I wouldn't have stopped it for the world.
There was a Moment of worry in her eyes. It passed quickly, but I caught it.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I wasn't letting anything get in the way of Mom's happiness tonight.
She smiled at me.
"Its nothing. I just...I just wish that your father had given me a little warning so I could have gotten more, um, dressed up. Everything I'm wearing is a little more prosaic than I would like. Special presents deserve special wrapping."
I'd seen how Mom and Dad dressed on actual romantic dates. I had enough trouble concentrating now, I don't know what I would do with her in a low cut slinky black dress. Besides, she was already devastatingly sexy in her "normal" clothes.
She was in jeans, that left nothing to the imagination, showing ever subtle curve of her fantastic ass. Her blouse was black and pretty normal, but somewhere on the way over she had unbuttoned the top few buttons, showing just a hint of cleavage and matching lace bra. And then there was her choker. She wore it around the house mostly, not always, but always did on special occasions with Dad. Come to think of it, it was really more of a collar. She was absent mindedly playing with it now.
"Does it have to do with the collar, Mom?"
Her mouth made an "o" of surprise. And then she smiled at me, kind of mysteriously. She took the collar off and put it in her purse.
"I know your father didn't tell you about this. Not yet anyway. It's a very special symbol of my love for him and his for me. Some things get passed down from mother to daughter. I was wondering if I should have given it to Julia, but I don't think this is the time, yet. This is...this is very important to me. I'm not going to wear it when we're together tonight but...I'm not going to feel right without it."
"I'm glad. I told Dad I never wanted to come between you two. I meant it."
She smiled again.
"Who knows, maybe one day you'll be giving a collar to a lucky girl...or even me."
I didn't exactly follow what the collar meant, but I understood that it bound Dad to her at least as much as her to him. She hadn't been with anyone but him in a long time. It was natural for her to think about this even if Dad was one-hundred percent fine with us sleeping together.
"You know...what you said earlier, it goes for you too. If you don't feel comfortable..." I just let it trail off. I didn't want her to back out, but I loved her. Really loved her. And that meant caring about what she wanted more than what I did. I could be mature, when I tried.
She smiled widely, running her finger down my arm.
"You're not getting away from me. Your virginity belongs to me, mister. In fact, I may need to mark you a little, to keep thirsty little girls away from my good boy."
She said it all in a friendly tone, but she seemed very serious about taking me earlier. And the way she said "good boy" sent a shiver down my spine. This whole evening was getting pretty ASMR, honestly.
After Mom had a glass of wine and we'd finished eating, we sat there, flirting, and just talking about all kinds of things. I made her laugh again and again with dumb jokes and obvious double entendre. And then, feeling very brave, I leaned over and kissed her. On the neck first, making her gasp as I nipped her, then the ear, and finally on her mouth. This kiss was long and intense. Mom responded to me and returned my lust. Then it was over, and we were close, staring into each other's eyes.
"Let's go," She said simply, leaving enough cash on the table to cover the bill and a great tip. I noticed the eyes of several people on us as we left. It was clear that more than a few men wished they were me and, to my surprise, I noticed some women looked wistfully at me, most of them much older than I was. Huh. I'd have to tell Dad that I was apparently cougar-bait. He'd get a kick out of that.
When we got to the hotel, Mom insisted on doing the talking, given that I was barely an adult. I was happy to do so. The woman checking us in looked at us like she was trying to figure our relationship out. When asked about number of beds, Mom just said "Oh, my boy gets lonely when he sleeps alone. We just need a single King size." The look on the clerk's face was hilarious.
We giggled on the elevator, kissing and laughing. I finally grabbed my Mom's ass. Really grabbed it, felt its softness, its firmness. I pulled her to me, into another intense kiss. She whimpered and broke off the kiss as the door opened to her floor.
"Good boy," she said as she swayed out. She knew I was watching her hungrily. I was getting a sense of her too, and I was sure that the way I had just touched her had made her very excited. I wondered if Dad was telling the truth about spanking her. I guess I'd have to find out.
We reached the door and Mom handed me the key and turned with ehr back to it. She began to kiss my neck and oh fuck. Fuck, she grabbed my cock. She was giggling like a schoolgirl as I tried and failed to get the door open. On the fourth try, we made it in.
We kissed and fondled our way across the room, Mom pulling my shirt up and then kissing my stomach and chest while i took it off the rest of the way. She kissed and nipped my nipples as she started working on my belt buckle. She pushed me gently on my back and pulled my shoes off. My pants and boxers came next. I was totally naked in front of her, while she was still clothed. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and it was dripping already. I knew I wouldn't last very long...but I also knew that I'd be back in action pretty quickly.
"Do you want Mommy to take the edge off, baby?" She spoke in a voice I hadn't heard before. It was breathy and I could tell that she was very, very aroused. All from seeing her son, hard and ready for her.
"Fuck, yes. I...I want to last longer when I'm inside you for the first time."
"Good boy," she said, easily pulling her top and her jeans off. She left her lacey black bra and panties on as she got into bed with me. We met and kissed and I undid her bra with a little difficulty. Finally I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, and I pushed her down and kissed them, kneaded them, suckled on them. Mom whimpered and gasped and moaned, but eventually she pushed me off, onto my back again.
"I'm glad you love your Mommy's breasts. I was a little worried they wouldn't stand up to, for example, Tara's."
Mom was so possessive of me and I loved it. I'd never experienced being desired like this.
"Mom, they're literally the most gorgeous breasts that I've ever seen...oh fuck"
Mom had positioned herself quickly, and before I could finish my thought, my cock was in her eager and willing mouth. She looked me in the eyes as she moved up and down on my shaft, only breaking eye contact when she got seriously into it. It felt so good, so amazing. I'd had this once before, and I'd loved it but Mom knew what she was doing. She used her tongue properly while her hand jacked me and I was unable to do anything but moan. Then she started to deep throat me. She drove down once and held it, my cock entering her throat, where I could feel it gasping me. Again, and again. Broken up with regular head. It felt amazing. I saw that her eyes were watering and she was suppressing her gag reflex and I loved her so much for it.
She stopped, looked me in the eye and said in an mock-innocent voice, "I want to taste my baby boy's cum. Can I have it please?"
Then she started again, moving fast, my cock in her warm wetness. My hands finally found her head, my fingers entwined in her hair. I thought she might not like that but she seemed to move faster. I pushed her down on my cock trying to get her to take me deeper. I wasn't doing it to hurt or dominate her, I just...I needed to be deeper in her mouth. She let me. This was so like her, no resistance. She just let her son use her mouth and she went how and where I wanted. Her gagging noises increased and I felt my orgasm building.
"Mom, I'm cumming oh fuck I'm..."
And then I did. I felt bad for giving her no time to get it out of her mouth but she seemed to prefer to swallow. She made sure to keep it in her mouth, sucking every last drop out of me, even when some spilled out of the side of her mouth because she had to breathe. Once I was done she looked me in the eye and scooped the cum off of her chin with her finger, licking it off like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. I still think of that sometimes when I'm jerking off.
"I love you," was all I was able to get out. It didn't seem like enough. I mean, she was my mother, but also the woman of my dreams in every way. Her mind, her appearance, her sensuality. And I would die for her. I don't think she'd like me saying that, but it's true.
"I love you too, hon," she said, moving up into my arms. I kissed her, deeply. I didn't mind tasting myself on her lips. She giggled a little, then cuddled into my chest and kept talking.
"I love how much bigger you are than me. How you're so young but yet completely your own person. How creative and kind you are. How you dote on me and...and how protective you are of me. We made you with such love, and now I get to feel you inside of me again. You don't know how happy this makes me, truly."
"I'm going to want you, Mom. All the time now."
"I hoped you'd say that. I still want and need to be available to your father. Do you mind sharing me?"
"I only want you if I share you with Dad. That was a big part of what bothered me about my attraction to you. I felt like I was betraying his trust and yours in different ways."
"I'm glad. I'll make sure that you stay satisfied...even if I do end up being a bit worn out."
She laughed. I could tell that she delighted at being the focus of sexual attention from two men, one her long-time love and one her young paramour. I decided to be a bit bolder.
"Hm. Maybe I could convince Dad to, uh, share you at the same time as me? If that's something you would like."
She grew very flushed at that thought and bit her lip.
"Oh my. I don't...I don't know. I think I would enjoy it a great deal but...but I don't want things to be strange for you."
"I think Dad and I are alike enough that we both would love to make you happy. It would just be a...bonding experience." I laughed.
"Wow. You're making your mother feel...well...like a much younger, more desirable woman tonight. And that is a lovely gift."
"Well, you should feel that desirable. Every man in that restaurant wanted to be me tonight. I know how lucky I am. You're right. I don't want to be with a little girl. You're the most sexy woman I've ever met."
I could tell that she was very turned on at this point, so I kissed her. I kissed her mouth, then her neck, her beautiful breasts and her belly. How was her belly that sexy? Then I moved down, hooked my thumbs in her panties, and pulled them off slowly. Finally, I was seeing where I came from.
Huh, I guess she wasn't a natural blonde after all. I wasn't disappointed. She looked, so sexy and wet. And so open to me. She had opened her legs for me so I could more easily reach her.
I looked up at her and she was looking at me, breathing hard and shallow, lips slightly parted.
"Do...do you need me to show you h...ooooh fuck oh god."
I waited until she was halfway done with her sentence to start. I figured turnabout's fair play. I gently lapped between her lips and then moved up and very carefully teased her clit. I stopped long enough to say:
"Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong or move my head. I don't mind. But I like to learn by doing." And then I went back to work, focussing more on the clitoris this time, but still very gently.
"God...how do you...know me...so well. Fuck...like that, baby. You're such a good boy, eating your Mommy out like this..."
I made a mental note to thank Tara for her impromptu lessons. They were really paying off. I took my time, savoring every part of her. Her scent was clean and drove me wild, I could feel myself getting hard again already. Her taste was musky and pure. I honestly wouldn't have any problem with going down on my Mom every day. Maybe it could be part of our new breakfast routine? I started to really work the clit now.
"August...oh...I love you baby. Mommy loves you...so much...she loves her good, giving boy...oh fuck I'm close."
That was my cue to slip in the fingers, gently, and probe for her g-spot. It should be...right...about...there.
"Oh god, August, you're making your Mommy cummmmm..."
Her back arched, her legs clamped on the side of my head, she ground her pelvis against my face. Her moans were so loud I figured it was likely there would be at least one complaint to the front desk. I was proud and happy to have made her cum that hard. She finally looked down at me, panting like a bitch in heat. I looked back, smiling, my face wet with her juices.
Like she did a little while ago, I moved back up her body and kissed her, so she could taste herself on my tongue. She put her hand in my hair and grasped it tight this time. Partly I felt it was with more desire but also the intensity of her love. Oddly, i felt close to Dad at that time. I began to understand that he had entrusted me with Mom's heart. That she doesn't give that easily and that I needed to be careful with it, and cherish her like he did. I internally vowed to do my best.
We just cuddled together in the dark for a little while, our hands exploring each other. Eventually I had an awful thought.
"Fuck," I said. "We've just got the summer...and then I'm leaving."
"I know. I'll make it your best summer though. I can still visit you, of course. And you should, naturally, date."
She said the last bit as if had just swallowed something bitter.
"I, um, don't have to date, you know. I'm fully capable of being true to you."
She gave me that stunning smile that apparently she reserved for lovers.
"No. It's the right thing for you to do. Go have a good time and sleep around a bit. I mean, if you want. Your father would be very disappointed in me if I restricted you. And you never know when you'll meet the one."
I was surprised at this but I guess I shouldn't have been. She had never failed to put my needs above here's my entire life. I bet Julia would get a similar speech. She dated more than I did but was probably the most monogamous girl I'd ever met. She would be very resistant to anything she saw as betraying him. I always suspected that I'd end up in some poly artist commune in New York or something. It turns out I kind of had one at home. Huh.
She was laying on her back now, looking up at me while I leaned on my arm. Her eyes were bright, and had that hunger come over them again. I was glad for it, I'd had enough of a rest and my cock was very much ready to be inside her. In the Moment I found I didn't care very much about losing my virginity, but I did want the woman I was with very, very much. I did a lot of growing up that night.
I leaned in and started kissing her slowly. When she responded I pulled back a little. She reached out to hold me and I grasped her wrists easily, keeping her from doing so. Instead of bothering her, it just made her kisses more intense and her struggles more fierce. I pulled her up to her knees with me and released her wrists briefly, before holding her close again. I whispered in her ear.
"Did you ever consider that being as strong and tall as I am, I could do whatever I wanted to you and there would be nothing you could do to stop me?"
When she responded, her voice was quavering. I'd never done that to a woman before.
"Y...yes, love. It's all I've thought about since we were at dinner. Please use me...I'm yours...oh fuck."
I reached down and felt how wet she was. She gasped as I spun her around, putting her on her hands and knees facing away from me. I finally understood how she needed to be fucked, and I had decided that was exactly what I was going to do, but my own way.
"I love you so much. I need you to understand it. So I'm going to make you cum the way I think you love it."
"I do understand that you love me...fuck...oh...god. Unh...like that, please."
I let her get about halfway through her first sentence and then I spanked her, hard. It was a bit of a risk but I didn't think Dad would lie about this. He didn't. As soon as the first one landed her whole demeanor changed. She cried out, begged for more. She arched her back more and her head dropped a little.
I continued to spank her. I wanted to be gentle but I knew that wasn't what she needed. So I was ruthless. Slightly increasing the intensity with each impact. Her moans grew louder and I knew that she was crying a little. Her head dropped until it rested on the surface of the bed.
"I love you Mom. You're doing so well. Do you want me to fuck you now?"
My voice was gentle and soothing, in contrast with my actions. She nodded and whimpered. By this point her cunt was drenched and her ass was bright red. She'd have trouble sitting tomorrow. And she was completely ready for me.
I pushed into her gently. I had never been inside a woman before but even then I knew that she was tight. I had to go slow, which also seems to prolong her pleasure.
"Oh god. Please fuck your Mommy. Please, baby. She...I need my son's cock...so badly."
I wasn't going to pretend that didn't turn me on and I started moving. Slowly, but firmly, almost harshly. Until I had built up a pounding rhythm that made her whimper and moan at each thrust.
"Oh fuck...yes...bruise me. I love you. Oh fuck. Like that, baby, just like that."
I kept it up in relative silence, except for my grunts of effort and moans when I almost couldn't stand the pleasure of my mother's cunt mixed with the filthy things she said. I could tell that she needed to cum again but she wanted to be sure that I came hard too, even if she did not. I wouldn't allow that. I sped up and increased the intensity. She cried out.
"God...oh god...I love you. I love you so much. I need...I need to feel your cum in me. Don't worry about pulling out. Just fill me, please. Make me yours...I'll be a good mother and a good whore for you."
Fuck. I was close. So close. I couldn't take much more of this.
"Baby...I'm cumming...oh god please cum...fill your Mommy with your seed...fuck...yes, yes, yes, yessss"
And I felt her spasm around my dick. The first time I'd ever made a woman cum on my cock. The first time I'd fucked my Mom. I began to cum as well, harder than anything I'd ever experienced before. Even better than when she'd deep throated me earlier.
"I love you." was all I got out before fore I rolled off of her and collapsed. I had really worked myself out, held nothing back. Mom was on me very quickly, cuddling me, kissing my face, telling me how much she loved me and how good I was for my first time. She desperately needed contact with me, I suspected that was how she was after sex. I was happy to give it to her. We got under the covers and cuddled together, not talking just occaisonally kissing and nuzzling. I fell asleep more satisfied than I'd ever been. It was the best night of my life.
--- Dad - Four Years Later ---
"Don't worry, Mom we'll text you when we land."
Julia rolled her eyes at me as August, for must have seemed to be the eighth time, reassured Becky that her precious children would tell her when they had safely arrived. I smiled but I didn't mind. If Becky hadn't done it, I probably would have. Julia and August took their luggage from the back and began to wheel it into the airport, chatting happily.
"Have fun you two! Wait, shit. Julia! Hang on a second."
Becky got out of the car and chased Julia down. We'd decided that she should have the collar now, given what we suspected. But we also decided to give it to her at the last minute because we didn't want to embarass or pressure her any. It was just a...nice thing for her to have, was how Becky would present it.
I saw Becky and Julia talking for a second, the former handing the latter a small, plain box. Julia took it and put her hand to her mouth. Evidently after our conversations she really did understand the importance. She hugged Mom briefly and then chased after August who was already checking his bags.
I waited until my wife was in the car to drive from the curb. She had some tears in her eyes and I put my hand on her leg in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. She looked at me and smiled. It was a happy smile.
"Do you think they're going to do it?" I asked her. I was still unsure. Since they had both graduated things had definitely been different between them. They'd both matured significantly and had a lot of new experiences. They were still best friends and loved hanging out together but there was a definite tension in the air. They hugged more and and were more sensitive about physical contact. Becky and I walked in on them watching TV the other day and they were basically cuddling. Not all that weird for them except they immediately separated when we came into the room. All that could however be explained by the extreme amount of sex everyone had been having since they had gotten home, however. Not that either me or Becky would have minded August and Julia making love, quite the opposite, but we all did our best not to stoke jealousy in our strange and wonderful family.
"I can't believe that you don't see it," Becky said, "You normally catch these things faster than I do. They may not know it, but I did as soon as I heard that their mutual friend had invited them to her wedding in the caribbean and they decided to share a room to 'save money'. They're going to be at a romantic event at a romantic place. They're clearly more and more attracted to each other, and they know that we're brother and sister and are still happily married after all these years. I'm pretty sure Julia is already in love and worrying that August might find someone else before she confesses to him, while August is already more understanding and protective of her so he's on his way. It's going to happen, the question is only how long they hold out."
Once again I was reminded of how smart my wife and little sister was.
"I think you're right. I hope its early so they get some quality time in. Oh, hey," I said with false casualness, "I left something in the glove compartment. Can you get it for me?"
Becky saw straight through my obvious deception but smiled and obliged me. She took a small, long box out, wrapped with a bow. She looked at me expectantly.
"Did you really think I'd let you walk around thinking that I'd forgotten about you? You're still mine. Open it."
Her eyebrows raised but again, she obeyed. What was inside, in my mind, suited her even better than Mom's collar. It was a thin, black velvet choker with a tiny lock charm on it, set with a single sapphire. It was, like her, petit, beautiful, and held promises of many sensual delights.
She inhaled sharply and reached for it, then thought better of it and closed the box.
"Will...will you put it on me when we get home?"
Her voice had that breathy quality to it that it got when she was very aroused and ready to submit to me. I nodded, smiled at her and was again grateful for my family. For the way we stayed together and kept each other's secrets and trust. And most of all for the way we managed to love each other unconditionally. Seeing August and Julia embark on this new phase was bittersweet, to be sure, but something we had hoped for. Some family traditions just seemed to get better with age.
And, to be honest, both Becky and I really couldn't wait to have some grandchildren running around.