Keep it in the family
Hi. This is a bit long, but we think it could be worth reading. You may have
seen my earlier “Katesman” submissions. If you are perceptive
enough you will realise I am not a fiction writer. This piece is a further
celebration of incest by mutual consent of adults, but also its problems.
I am also not exactly a spring chicken, but in my forties now – a very
nice age in reality. Things have changed a lot in the last 18 months. I became
single again due to the (almost inevitable) end of my marriage as kids became
independent as my now former wife went to live with a guy she had been having
an affair with for some time, with my knowledge, as part of our slightly “open”
marriage, which had after all accommodated my incest relationship with my
mother. Mom had been a source of wisdom and comfort after the break-up (but
really I felt as if a burden had been lifted) but eventually she also found
someone who was acting a bit like a partner. While they live separately so
far, mom sleeps and fucks with him (he’s eight years younger than her).
Shortly after my change of situation my sister Jen also split from her husband
Alain and came back to live in England from France, finding a job in a large
city outside London, where I live. Mom encouraged me to ease up on my workaholic
lifestyle and visit Jen, although we had not been in close contact for many
years. We spoke on the phone and arranged I would visit with her on a week-end.
I arrived at Jen’s rented apartment early on a Friday evening. I had
offered to take her to dinner. In reality we were glad to see each other and
to have the companionship. Jen stands about 5 ft and a half and is an elegant
woman of slim build. Now with a little extra weight and 36C breasts that protruded
against her white blouse. She has great legs, long and well shaped and well
proportioned hips, although she has had only one child, my niece who now lives
in Switzerland with her boyfriend. She has an engaging smile and a sexy mouth.
Over dinner we started to catch up on our personal histories. But while we
talked I began to admire Jen physically and in terms of personality. The little
girl I used to play with as a kid was now, of course, a mature woman with
a lot of life experience, but looking very attractive. It was like one of
those feelings you occasionally have when you get wowed by a woman who has
a fast and deep impact on you. I was mentally undressing my sister as she
spoke and wondering about the precise details of her tits. I kept these emotions
hidden.
I gave an explanation of my situation, admitting to the “open”
features of my former marriage which carried some risks. I did not mention
mom, but referred to a couple of situations when Sarah (former wife) and I
were involved in limited swinging with people we knew. Sarah had in fact been
the girlfriend of one of my fiends, long ago, and we had met and got together
in the context of a swap session when my mom fucked with my friend (who had
been obsessed with the idea of having sex with an older woman) while Sarah
and I discovered one another by having passionate sex and then staying together.
But that’s another story.
Jen’s experience had been different. She had married young after meeting
Alain during a trip to France and became pregnant quickly. After some years
together he had eventually acquired a mistress (quite common among some parts
of French society) while Jen had then been more inclined to respond positively
to some of the propositions that came her way from various men. So she had
been somewhat promiscuous through a string of short lived affairs. The couple
drifted apart and with the independence of her daughter it was time to split,
for mutual benefit and without recrimination.
We were getting on well and being very open about our experiences, perhaps
aided by a bottle of wine. “Now tell me” said Jen “what
is the real truth about your relationship with mother? Did you have, and are
you now having an incest relationship?” I was a little taken aback although
I had wondered if she would ask. “Why do you ask such a question?”
I replied with a smile “Let’s say I have long had my suspicions.
Living together in London those years ago. Then there was a time I visited
with you and caught you and mom kissing in a way that is unusual between sons
and mothers – like you had her tongue in your mouth – while you
were clearly feeling up one of her tits. I wasn’t able to see properly
but had a suspicion that mom had a hand down where your prick is located”.
I was a bit taken by surprise and mumbled “Maybe you misinterpreted
a normal little bit of contact at an awkward moment?” We smiled at each
other “It’s OK” said Jen quietly “I’m not upset
or accusing, or even annoyed. I think I know the truth but it would be nice
to know if I’m right”. I thought for a moment. It was time to
come into the open. “OK Jen. I said “I sit before you as an incestuous
beast, guilty of loving his mother to the point of sexual intercourse and
of sustaining this relationship for over 20 years. I’m not ashamed of
it, as mom is in her own right a highly attractive, sensual and sexy woman
as well as giving birth to both of us”. It was Jen’s turn to be
thoughtful. “Thanks for that” she said quietly “I think
it’s really nice you found each other and have been a great mutual support
all this time. Would you like to tell me how it started?” I recounted
to Jen the tale of the Christmas visit when my mother and I discovered a mutual
attraction beyond the normal, mom’s later visit to my apartment and
her striptease leading to our first full intercourse and the marriage-like
relationship subsequently before mom encouraged me to have a more normal life
with a wife and family. I confirmed that I had last had sex with mom about
two months earlier when she had visited me in London and, responding to Jen’s
increasingly intimate questions that on that occasion confirmed we had oral
sex, as well my ejaculation inside mom’s vagina. Jen had been closer
to our father but had never had an incestuous thought or experience. He had
now been married, seemingly happily, for quite a few years.
Our conversation drifted into other subjects and we had a lot of fun while
discovering our compatibility. That night I slept on the settee and next morning
we went shopping and walked in a park. Jen asked about the current situation
with mom. I thought she was now quite settled, having found someone who seemed
to be more permanent than others she had had affairs with over the years.
But I explained that our incest affair had never really died. The experience
is that we have sex infrequently - if it is convenient and we both feel the
need, although we do not actively seek each other out. In any case mom’s
passion level is lower than before as a natural consequence of ageing. Jen
took my arm as we walked further “I don’t want to lose touch again
like before after you leave today” she said. I was glad she felt that
way as I was finding my own sister very magnetic and although I said to myself
that one incestuous encounter in a family is enough, it was hard to resist
sexual feelings towards her. I agreed we should remain in touch. After I got
home and in the next few days we began to speak more on the telephone. Eventually
this became a regular evening event that literally could last several hours.
We talked about everything and found a wonderful companionship. An important
part of these conversations concerned sex and the history of my incest with
mom. Jen wanted to know everything! At one point she said “I need to
get all the filthy details to fully come to terms with it all and because
it’s also very erotic. I want to use direct language, so you can talk
dirty to me about it” So I began to recount various experiences with
mom to illustrate the nature of the relationship (happily I had kept a diary
of events a kind of personal erotic literature - and could easily recount
what happened). For example, when I lived with mom in London there was the
occasion when my boss at work had called me one evening (unusually) to highlight
an issue that had suddenly appeared. While I was speaking on the phone mom
undid my pants and took out my cock which she started to suck. I was glad
the phone conversation was short. The cock suck continued and we moved position.
Mom and I then stripped each other. I quickly took off her dress, unhooked
her bra to fondle her tits and then removed her knickers. We then went down
on the floor and my head went between her legs as I kissed and licked her
cunt and clitoris, also inserting two fingers inside her love channel. Meanwhile
my mother was sucking my dick and feeling my balls. Eventually mother vibrated
with orgasm and I shot my load into her mouth.
Jen appreciated these descriptions. She also added her own story
of when as a young girl (12 or 13) she had woken up in the early hours and
started to go downstairs from her bedroom to get a drink. She heard strange
noises and came across mom and dad having sex in the living room. She was
able to watch from the darkness of the hallway without being seen. At that
age she was shocked to witness mom sitting on the settee with dad standing
in front of her with his prick sticking out and being sucked by mom. This
was followed by mom removing her clothes and dad doing the same. Mother then
sat on the settee with her legs wide apart and dad penetrated her with his
hard dick thrusting in and out of mother’s vagina until they both came
to a climax. Jen said this had been a shocking experience for her and it had
been some time before she accepted it was a normal part of married life and
love making. But it also indicated that one of mother’s frequent positions
– legs wide apart on a settee after cock sucking her man, had some history
to it.
I had personal experience of mom in that position. One example is contained
in a story of an occasion when mom and I lived together in London quite a
few years ago (I looked up my diary of events for recollection in detail).
On this occasion we had both arrived together from work, each wearing business
clothing. “We are looking very smart today madam and well coordinated”
I joked “ perhaps there is some serious business you wish to transact?”
“Indeed sir” she replied “ I was looking at the possibility
of a corporate merger, and in that regard I am also anxious to convince you
of my high level of coordination””
“You have certainly come to the right place” I continued “as
I am an acknowledged expert in corporate mergers” We moved to the living
room. My mother moved to the settee and lifted up her business skirt and began
to remove her tights to reveal blue panties “I want to convince you
sir of the extent of compatibility between the different areas of my clothing”
“I will need to inspect the situation more closely” I remarked
while getting close to her. Mom’s skirt was now at her waist and I felt
down the front of her panties to fondle her pubic hairs as mom asked “what
sort of merger between our bodies corporate would you recommend sir?”
“I was thinking of the type that involves knicker removal followed by
a physical joining of the two entities, culminating in the insertion of a
hard cock up your vagina” I responded, getting slightly breathless.
We started kissing.
“That sound interesting sir” was the eventual response “but
can you convince me that you have the necessary experience in knicker removal
to undertake this merger successfully?
“I can inform you madam that I have removed ladies’ knickers on
many occasions. But do you have the required expertise to accomplish post
knicker removal operations with success?”
She responded “I want to inform you sir that I have had my knickers
removed with subsequent cock insertion up my vagina since before you were
conceived, and indeed immediately before that interesting event. I should
add that this had normally been accompanied by removal also of my brassiere
(when I was wearing one) resulting in breast fondling and fucking, which also
happened at the time of your conception”
I responded “I believe that all necessary conditions have been met.
I should wish to add however, that the process of cock insertion will be followed
by a period of vigorous thrusting leading to a capital transfer from my corporate
body into yours. I trust this will be satisfactory?”
My mom had removed her jacket and was unbuttoning her blouse as she replied
“that sounds excellent and entirely normal. We may now begin”
I went to mom, still clothed apart from my jacket. We kissed as she undid
the zip and buttons on my pants which started to drop. Then she pulled out
my hardening prick. Mom’ blouse was off and she wore only bra and panties.
I reached around her back to unhook her bra and watch her breasts fall out.
Then to her panties “Madam I now propose to remove your knickers as
promised.” She smiled at me as she lifted her bottom to make it easier.
When they were off, I stood in front of mom as she took my cock in her mouth.
I started to get excited. “It’s now time for the full corporate
merger sir” she gasped after a couple of minutes of blow job on my hard
prick. She raised her knees and spread her legs very wide (I was surprised
at her flexibility) revealing her open and highly inviting cunt. My cock was
drawn to it like a magnet and my erect dick entered my mother’s most
intimate and wonderful channel of love, pushing and thrusting inside her.
The language changed as mom groaned and urged “Fuck your mommy darling,
bang hard against me” I needed no encouragement as I pounded mother
to the sound of mutual desire, taking the opportunity also to feel her tits.
I was approaching climax and said “Oh Mom, I ‘m gonna come inside
you” Mom was gasping also “Yes honey fill your mother’s
cunt with your sperm. Do it! Shoot it up me!” I exploded inside my mother’s
vagina. When we cooled a little, mother brought her legs together from the
wide apart posture she used when making love. We were together on the settee,
deep kissing and embracing. We agreed – that was fun.
I also asked Jen to describe her sex experiences with Alain
and men she had had affairs with. It seemed she had tried almost every conceivable
method and position for intercourse. Jen admitted also to a short experimental
affair with another woman which seemed to be heavy on kissing and feeling
each others tits and cunts. But she was not a lesbian. That experience had
been enough! We became more explicit with each other. She encouraged me to
masturbate while we spoke on sexy matters and tell her how I was feeling.
I suggested she could do the same. There were occasions when I might say “Jen,
this story is going to be long and very detailed about what your mother and
brother did to each other while making passionate love. Are you ready and
properly undressed?” she could reply (as an indication of how intimate
and explicit our conversations had become) “OK, go ahead. My tits are
out of my bra and I’ve one hand down my knickers. Wait. I’m just
removing my knickers now so I can feel myself more easily”
I was finding this series of conversations very exciting, and in reality was
feeling a lot of empathy with Jen. In addition I wanted to fuck her. After
a couple of weeks of intensive and often very sexy phone contact, Jen came
out with it one evening. “I’m going to ask you a simple but complex
direct question” she said “how would you like to go to bed with
your big sister, love me, screw me, fuck me, suck me, shove your dick up my
cunt, have me suck your prick, kiss you? I want what mom had”. I paused
to gather my thoughts and then “Wow, Jen” I responded “I
was hoping you felt like that. I would love to love you. I can hardly wait
to be close to you and inside you”.
We decided that I would again travel to Jen during the next week-end. On Friday
and with an early start I drove through traffic and arrived late afternoon.
After a quick freshen up, we sat opposite in the flat. We were a little awkward
at first, smiling nervously at each other as if we were teenagers thinking
of doing it for the first time. Jen said “Now we are really together
I’m not sure what to do. Is this for real? “ I looked at her “Do
you really want this Jen? It’s OK to back off as we sometimes say things
that later we could regret” But she was not doubtful “No, I want
to try at least and then see how we feel. Maybe I should kiss you or something.
But do you want it, after all it would mean a further incest act? Perhaps
you would feel more comfortable with a non-relative?” I looked at her
“I want you as a woman. It just so happens you’re my sister”
She nodded “And I want you as a man in the same way. In fact I was getting
dirty thoughts in my mind the last time you were here” We both stood
and moved together. We embraced and started to kiss, gently and with little
quiet nervous laughs “I’ve not kissed a man and had intercourse
for about a year” whispered Jen. We started to kiss more deeply “It
feels fantastic Jen” I said softly “And apart from mom I have
not screwed another woman – and that was Sarah (my ex wife) –
for a long time also. We warmed to each other and our kisses became deeper
and longer. Jen thrust her tongue into my mouth and I started to suck it.
We were starting to get hot. Jen stopped kissing and in a slightly breathless
whisper said “I’ve something to show you” We took a pace
back as she continued “I was intrigued that mother liked to strip for
you before sex. I thought I would try it too, especially as I also used to
strip for my other men before having intercourse. Enjoy the show”
The room was lit by a single lamp in the darkening early evening of late autumn,
and soft music appeared. Jen wore a half transparent black blouse that revealed
the outline of her bra and a skirt that came just above the knee with black
stockings appearing beneath. She spoke as she continued. “I want you
to get a good view of your big sister before you fuck her. I noticed that
other men liked to look at me without my clothes on, so I’m going to
take them off, and you might help me with one or two items. In fact, what
about helping me to unbutton this blouse?” I came across and we kissed
as her buttons were undone to reveal her black low-cut brassiere. Jen’s
tits showed a good cleavage and I wanted to look at her breasts uncovered.
As I moved away again she took out one tit for a quick view. It was of good
size and nipples that were already erect around a wide areola. She placed
her breast back in the bra cup and continued “It’s amazing how
much interest men show in what is up my skirt. I can hardly count the number
of times I’ve sat beside a man kissing him and the next thing I know
there’s a hand slipping up my leg and down the front of my knickers,
maybe even more often than feeling my tits, which is another favourite activity
of my men friends. “Look” she said as she lifted up her skirt
to reveal the full length of her black stockings held up with suspenders and
a black frilly thong covering her vagina area “My previous men all liked
to see me like this before intercourse. Do you like to see me like this?”
She briefly lowered her skirt, but only to undo the zip, letting it fall to
the floor. “Jen, you look fantastic” I said to her as she stood
before me with bra, thong, and suspenders holding up her stockings. She turned
to let me see her bottom, moving her thong to one side to offer a first view
of her vagina opening, and then faced me again but with a widening opening
of her legs. She accentuated her cleavage by pushing up her breasts “How
would you like me to massage your prick between my tits?” she asked
“And I want to get sight of your cock anyway” she responded. We
embraced and kissed further. Jen wanted to unzip my pants and take out my
cock herself. She fondled it in her right hand as it got longer and harder.
I unhooked her bra and gazed at her lovely breasts. There were slight signs
of long ago child suckling, but her breasts were well shaped and each fitted
nicely into my hands. Her nipples protruded (rather like my mom’s) and
the rather wide areola framed them and highlighted their beauty. “I
love your tits Jen. I need to feel them and suck them” I said Jen continued
to hold my cock as I had my first experience of fondling her tits and sucking
her hard nipples. Jen then dropped to her knees and I found my cock in her
mouth for a first sucking as she simultaneously fondled my balls. I noticed
traces of red lipstick and her saliva glistening along my dick each time it
came out of her mouth in the trusting pattern now adopted. Next her breasts
were brought together as a channel for the further pleasure of my dick as
it moved along her tit channel. We were highly excited and agreed to get to
the bed. Jen lay as I removed her thong to reveal her open vagina. It looked
like the most beautiful creation I had ever seen (to me) with its perfect
shape crowned by dark brown pubic hair. My sister had been well fucked over
the years but her vagina entrance was looking very fresh, given also she had
given birth in the past (but at a young age). It was impossible to resist
kissing and licking it. Jen was breathing more loudly and showing signs of
sexual passion in her low moans as I then inserted a finger inside her vagina,
discovering the easy opening to her channel of love and creation. Her anus
was neat and round but our telephone conversations had revealed that Jen had
been into occasional ass fucking, both with her ex husband Alain, but also
a couple of other lovers in her several affairs. I removed the remainder of
my clothes as Jen then sexily took off her stockings, and finally her suspender
belt. We embraced tightly. Both nude and happy and in loving harmony. We were
lying side by side on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. “I suppose
what we’ve done so far counts as incest” Jen said it softly “but
I need to have the full thing now. I need you to love me all the way. My whole
being is too excited for anything less than full intercourse” I replied
“I want it, need it as well. It’s my gift of love to you as a
woman. But I know we will also cross a special threshold as brother and sister
when I enter you” We moved to the missionary position. I gazed down
on my sister who then kissed me and said quietly “I want to be fucked.
Shove your hard cock up my pussy and let’s both go wild with desire,
realise every fantasy. Your sister wants your sperm up her cunt” Slowly
I put my cock inside Jen’s vagina “It’s now inside you honey”
I said “I can feel it” she responded. “Fuck me until I scream
with passion! ”We thrust against each other as my cock moved vigorously
in and out of my sister’s cunt. I enjoyed watching her breasts move
in rhythm to our pattern of thrusting. A change of position and Jen was riding
me while I sucked and felt her tits, squeezed her bottom and did some deep
throat kissing. I then took her from behind, at one point fingering her anus
“Oh God! I must get you inside my bum as well sometime” she moaned.
We were then in a 69 position, when I discovered again Jen’s practised
expertise at cock sucking. I don’t know how often she had sucked off
other men, but I guessed it must have been a lot. I explored her vagina and
anus in more detail, licking around the edges of her vagina before exploring
her channel with my tongue and sucking at her clitoris, which resulted in
muffled moans from Jen while her mouth was full of hard cock. Finally, full
circle, we decided to return to our first position to complete as we could
get a good thrusting, watch each other and kiss with ease. It was a heavy
fuck with Jen getting very loud as we approached climax “Oh yeah! Fuck
your sister, I want my brother’s cum up my uterus” There was a
loud and long “Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!” as Jen had an orgasm. I ejaculated
inside her, taking a series of long hard thrusts to get everything out. When
I withdrew my cock from her vagina, Jen immediately started to suck it to
get a taste of the sperm.
“That was fantastic” whispered Jen “It’s not just
that I needed to fuck, but I feel like a whole new episode has just opened
up in my life. I need to be with you”. Now that we had finally been
physically united I also felt as if a new dawn was breaking. We were clinging
to each other, afraid to let go, stretching out the moment of intimate harmony
as long as possible. We were kissing deeply, interrupted with smiles at each
other. A period of relaxation and we decided to shower together. I watched
Jen have a piss in the bathroom and we embraced and kissed further as we showered.
I became hard again as Jen fondled my prick. She leaned over after suggesting
“take me from behind honey.” My cock slipped up her vagina as
we enjoyed more incest pleasures under the watery embrace of the stream of
falling warm water. Later we went out to find an Indian restaurant “We
need something hot and spicy to match our torrid relationship” I had
suggested.
We found a nice restaurant, enjoying the meal, but especially looking at each
other in love and passion, holding hands and whispering our sexy thoughts.
“I loved opening my legs for you and getting penetrated with your cock”
Jen said “and when we get back how about fucking me in my bum hole?”
I loved her very crude explicit language.
“My dick is a wild horse straining to get out of its locked stable and
gallop into the dark magic cave that is your ass” I replied.
“Let’s give the horse the stable door keys” was the response.
We walked back to the flat, hand in hand like young lovers, completed some
essential shopping. The moment we had closed the door behind us on arrival
we grasped each other and began a passionate kissing while struggling out
of our clothes, which hit the floor. Jen’s coat was quickly off as she
stepped out of her shoes. She pulled up her skirt to remove her knickers.
I unzipped her skirt to let it fall and then my hand was between her legs,
above her self suspending stockings. Meanwhile I was naked from the waist
down due to Jen’s efforts, and she was fondling my prick. More fumbling
and her blouse was off and I unhooked her bra. We almost ran to the bed. Jen
came on top of me, her vagina at my mouth as she began to suck my cock. I
licked her vagina first and then kissed her clitoris, while fingering her
anus. Then we were side by side, unwrapping our purchases. Jen opened a condom
as I started to use lubricant on my sister’s anus. She sucked my cock
further to make sure it was fully erect and then slipped the condom along
its length. With a shift of position Jen had raised her ass and I was behind
her. I started to insert my prick into the round entrance to her anus. Gentle
thrusts as Jen told me of how she felt “Ahh! You can push a little harder.
Mmmm, that’s it” Then I made a breakthrough and my cock was deep
inside my lovely sister’s ass. “Oh yeah. Wonderful darling. Fuck
your sister up her bum, screw my ass” I also put a finger into her vagina,
and felt her tits as we progressed. I adopted a thrusting pattern she felt
comfortable with (I’m always careful when penetrating a woman’s
ass as it’s very fragile) and we both enjoyed the whole experience.
Eventually I became very excited as did Jen. She wanted me to cum inside her
ass without the condom protection. I removed my cock and its protection and
re-entered her. We ascended to an orgasm “Oh! Oh! I’m there now
“ she screamed. I pumped my sperm into her ass among loud noises of
fulfilled passion.
We sat tight together in a cleansing and relaxing bath. I was watching Jen’s
breasts floating near the surface of the water as she noted “We have
taken a giant step over the threshold of incest. But in reality it’s
just a normal love affair with the advantage that we know each other well
and have a shared background that probably helps compatibility. But I wonder
what others will say. In any case it’s our own business.”
Later as we lay in bed to share our first night together as lovers my finger
tips explored my sister’s back, legs, pubic hairs, breasts and just
about everywhere else. We were convinced we wanted to stay together and decided
to deal with any problems as they arose.
The next morning we woke early. We began to kiss “Last night was incredible”
Jen whispered “but what did you normally do with mom in the morning
after the night before?”
I reflected for a moment “I would often enter her from behind while
feeling her tits and then end up either between her legs or in her mouth”
“Amazing!” said Jen “you know that’s often what used
to happen between Alain and me, especially at week-ends, but mostly his cock
would find its way into my mouth and an oral ejaculation. I suppose there’s
the possibility that at the same time we were sometimes doing the same things
in our beds in neighbouring countries. What a laugh. How about doing it now?”
After a little more foreplay I entered Jen’s vagina from behind with
my rigid prick while stroking her back. Then closer, my right hand went along
her legs and finally fondled her tits, with a thumb circling her nipples.
It was a comfortable and enjoyable form of intimacy. We also chatted “I
loved your cock up my ass last night” Jen remarked “it was the
best and most exciting bum fuck I’ve ever had” Our thrusting was
getting more vigorous “Oh! Your dick is hitting the right bits now.
I’m getting hot again, but I need to feel and see your cock” she
continued. We shifted position. Incredible! My sister was licking and sucking
my balls. Next she used her lips and tongue on my cock, massaging the tip
with her tongue before plunging it inside her mouth while I was licking and
kissing her vagina as we stretched out, side by side, with Jen having opened
her legs. I also penetrated my sister with a couple of fingers. As I finger
fucked Jen, to her obvious delight, we built up to orgasm until I ejaculated
into my sister’s mouth. Loud sounds of passion were evident. Having
cooled down Jen giggled “I wonder if the people next door are listening
in to the noise we make while having sex”
Later we went for a walk and chat about things. We were crazy about each other.
It was mad but wonderful. Back in the apartment Jen casually remarked “I
need the bathroom. You coming too?” We went together “Let me direct
your flow” she said “I loved to do that with Alain, do you mind?”
I could hardly wait as Jen took my prick and guided its direction while I
had a piss. She then washed it. “Now me” she continued as she
removed her tights and knickers. She sat on the loo with my cock in her mouth,
hard and rigid. When she finished her piss we stood together kissing and embracing
“I love you” she mumbled “you can have me any way you want.
I want you to take up residence inside my vagina””
“I love you too” I replied with real sincerity. Now she leaned
over the bath. I lifted her skirt and placed my cock at her vagina. Jen’s
hand came round to guide it inside her “Fuck my cunt darling”
she sighed “Push your shaft up your woman’s love hole” She
pulled off her blouse with impatience, breaking some buttons to expose her
breasts “feel my tits while you screw the ass off me” she continued.
What a fuck!
Later we sat opposite in the living room with a coffee each. Jen was wearing
nothing except a loose dress which was pulled up her open legs as she exposed
her feminine assets to my view, with occasional fingering of her vagina. I
had a dressing gown with my cock exposed to her view. Next Jen took out her
tits which then were then exposed over the top of the dress. Do you like looking
at me like this?” she asked “It’s incredibly sexy”
I responded. “I can guess you got a favourable reaction from other men
too”
She laughed “I once agreed to pose for an artist I knew, a young guy
maybe 15 years younger than me. I was semi nude, with breasts exposed. It
was clear he was getting aroused, although this profession sees naked women
a lot and should regard them as mere objects. Eventually I asked if he would
like to park a paintbrush in my cunt hole. Anyhow, one thing led to another
as I slow stripped. The painting stopped and next thing I had his cock in
my mouth, followed by the same item next moving up my vagina. He was a good
fuck. We had a short fling and it was nice to have a younger man for a lover
for a while. I like to flatter myself that while not a model, I exude a sensuality
that can get men crazy, especially when I use my assets the right way”.
I agreed as she moved to sit on my knee as I fondled her tits and kissed her
with love and passion.
Time passed, and things evolved. Jen moved in with me in London and found
a new job as we started to live together in a loving partnership. In the short
term this could be explained to our (now adult) kids as a matter of temporary
convenience. But questions started to be raised about the real nature of the
relationship. Kids continue to get financial support from me as they progress
through college, and like to come and stay. If their dad and aunt share the
same bed it does not take a lot of imagination to know what’s going
on. We will have to come clean in as sensitive a way as possible and hope
it will be capable of resolution. Father I think is blindly indifferent, and
lives some distance away in any case. Mother approves so long as we are happy.
Explaining to her was easy, of course. She also came to visit. Mom felt we
could have a successful relationship. Jen and I see ourselves as a permanent
couple. We are facing challenges, as indicated, but believe these can be overcome
with time and patience combined with an understanding attitude. We have an
active and exciting sex life and hardly need anyone else. Still we like to
fantasise and discuss possibilities. For example Jen does not object to me
continuing to have sex with mom– and would like to watch if it happens.
Indeed she started to discuss with me the idea of suggesting a swap with mom
and her new “partner” (we both like him). As I make love with
our mother Jen proposes to “fuck his brains out” (in her words)
referring to Peter, the guy in question. She has also wondered if she should
offer sex lessons to my son (now 20 yrs) which I think is an interesting and
possibly good idea if Simon is attracted to the idea of having intercourse
with his aunt. This is very likely as they get on and Jen says she notices
him looking at her tits when she lets her nipples show through her dress by
not wearing a bra – as a form of experiment. She is excited by the idea
of being his sex teacher and having him fuck her. Perhaps we are all just
crazy. Happily, as Jen now uses her maiden name again, we appear to the rest
of the world as just another married couple – a good example is in the
golf club. We have had an adventurous past. Some would say an immoral present
and future. But hell – who cares what Philistines think anyway? The
main thing is that we are committed to one another. We are not the first brother-sister
couple in a happy relationship. It’s now a life commitment for us –
even if we might possibly do a little swinging.