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Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother’s passing. The
last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so
I’ve pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentines Day arrived and
I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most
wonderful important woman in the world – my mom.
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Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
Chapter 3 – Mom and Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
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People have asked me wonder why I haven’t said much about my mother’s accident.
OK, here it is in a nutshell. She was leaving her shift late at night, pulled
onto a four-lane road and was “T-boned” by some drunk asshole driving on the
wrong side of the road without his headlights. We were told she died
instantaneously and most likely never knew what happened. For the record, that
is ALL I’m saying about it.
You might be asking yourself why I’ve been so reluctant to talk about this.
First, anyone how knows me knows how close I was to my mother. It just isn’t
something to chat about on-line with strangers. Second, it has taken me months
to get to a place where I can try writing something like this and I don't want
to reopen wounds that have only started to heal. I would hope that any
reasonable person would understand my feelings about this and respect them..
In addition to the obvious reasons, there is another one and that has to do with
my pride and self-image. If there is one thing that drives me nuts, it’s how
many erotic stories start out with “my mom died” or “my parents divorced when I
was little” or something similar. For some reason, the loss of a parent either
through death or divorce always seems to lead to incest. It’s like we’re
suppose to believe that not having one or more parents drives girls to want to
have sex with their fathers, uncles, etc., supposedly to ”heal the wounds” or
something stupid like that. Take it from someone who has just gone through it.
If anything, I have LESS sex with my dad now that my mom is gone. The LAST
thing I want to do is try and become some sort of perverted “surrogate” to take
the place of my mom. That would dishonor BOTH of my parents and be truly
despicable so far as I’m concerned.
Keep in mind that my diary entries mostly involve experiences that had a
substantial impact on my life, situations that were instrumental in making me
who I am today. Granted, not ALL were 100% GOOD times, but in general I prefer
to write about happy memories and thus my diary is slanted in that direction.
You can imagine how VERY difficult this one was to write. One thing I want
emphasize yet again and that is that this is ALL I’m going to say about the
matter. PLEASE, do not ask me anything more about it, OK? Anyone who does will
be promptly ignored – no second chances with this one.
Finally, if you have to anything to say to me about my mom, please be
respectful. I’m posting this out of my love for her, not to get guys off or to
make excuses for any of my past behaviors. Do not even THINK about asking me
for a pic of her or to do a tribute to her or anything else like that, OK?.
This Valentines Day was the first time my mom wasn’t with my dad and me. My dad
took my Aunt Linda and me out for dinner to an expensive steak house downtown.
Unfortunately, my cousin Kristi was working. Apparently Valentine’s Day creates
a heavy demand for girls like her! My dad gave us both flowers (red roses for
me as usual) which reminded me how he use to do the same with me and my mother.
It hit me hard all of sudden. It’s been months since her accident and I was
just starting to get to the point where I wasn't constantly thinking about her
when all of my emotions and desires suddenly overflowed once again. When I got
home I started writing this, trying to somehow put in word the emotions I was
feeling. In reading it over, I failed miserably but I hope some of it comes
through.
First, a bit of a biographical information about her. I’ve tried to put
together as much as I can remember from what she told me so forgive me if I
don't get everything exactly right or complete. Some of this is in other areas
of my diary and I have tried not to repeat too much of it. The idea here is to
help you understand her better, not to write a stroke story about her.
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
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My mom’s family comes from traditional Illinois farming stock. Both of her
parents were raised in smothering conservative environments where sex was never
even discussed, let alone openly practiced. Topics like masturbation,
premarital sex, incest, etc. would have been considered sinful perversions in
accordance with the over-bearing laws of their strict Protestant beliefs.
When my mom reached the sixth grade she started to notice that she was drawing
the “attention” of the older boys, and maybe even a few teachers. Suddenly boys
started bumping into her in crowds and “accidentally” touching her chest and
butt. It wasn’t much longer before they started groping her in the darkness of
the local movie theater but even then, it was all pretty innocent stuff -
nothing between her legs or at least, not inside her panties. Just after
starting seventh grade she was invited to a party by some older kids where they
dared her to suck a high school boy’s cock. She didn’t want to look immature so
she did it but she could barely get him in her mouth. Never having done it
before, you can imagine her surprise when he came in her mouth! That experience
opened new doors for her once the other boys heard about it. Throughout the
rest of grade school she was in high demand by the high school boys in her
neighborhood. At that age, she was willing to go to “third base” but she drew
the line at putting out all the way.
My mom use to tease me that my love for masturbation was genetic – from her
genes. Indeed, to hear her side of the story, she was doing herself pretty much
non-stop shortly after her tenth birthday! She and her best friend Tammy would
often masturbate together, especially when one of them had a juicy story to tell
about a recent date or boy in school.
Speaking of Tammy, she was my mom’s best friend, much in the same way that Beth
is my BFF today. Unfortunately, bisexuality wasn't nearly as acceptable back
then as it is now. Even so, everyone in school knew that Tammy was one of
“those” girls who liked other girls, which is NOT to say that Tammy didn’t love
the boys just as much! In fact, I was more than a little surprised when my mom
revealed to me that Tammy had actually dated my dad BEFORE she did. Tammy even
gave up her virginity to my dad when she was barely fourteen. As my mom hung
around with Tammy most of the time, my dad saw a lot of the her as well. If you
were to push my dad a little, he’d admit that when he first saw my mom, he knew
her reputation and saw her as just an opportunity for another “notch” on his
belt, No different than the other slutty grade school girls, all ripe for
sexual conquest.
Chapter 3 – Mom and Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
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I can’t help but get a kick out of families who flaunt their so-called righteous
morality like waving a checkered flag, It seems to be a source of pride for
such people to be able to demonstrate to the world just how much more devout and
pious they are than anyone else, Yet if you were to look just below the outer
façade, I think you’d find that in many cases, what goes on behind closed doors
is a LOT different than the carefully managed public image. My mom’s family was
a classic example of such a situation.
As my mom and her sister grew up, they began to catch the eye of their father
(my future grandfather). She noticed that he was staring at her more often,
especially when he thought she didn’t know what he was doing. It wasn't so much
that he was LOOKING at her; it was the WAY he looked at her. It was that LOOK
when a guy sees a girl as a nothing more than some sort of sexual object. Mom
had been playing around with enough boys to know that look but to see it on her
own dad’s face was more than a little bit disconcerting to her. Then again,
maybe it was just her horny imagination at work. After all, he WAS her dad and
dad’s don't do those sort of things to their daughters.
What my mom didn’t know at the time was that her parents’ sex life was all but
non-existent. Once she bore the two girls, her mother felt her marriage
responsibilities for sex had been met and thus there was no need to have to
submit herself to the degradation of a man defiling her. You can imagine then
the effect it was having on him as he watched his two girls grow up and develop
right in front of him. Is it any wonder his lust finally overcame him?
Things started to happen one warm fall day when the girls were taking advantage
of what was getting to be fewer opportunities to wear their skimpier summer
outfits. Despite the objections of their mother, they both had on extremely
short denim cutoffs and nothing else but a tight thin tube top that accentuated
what little boobs my mom had at the time (Linda not having much more than hard
nipples to poke through). No shoes, socks, or even underwear; just the two of
them running around barefoot around the house and back yard swing set.
My grandparents were sitting next to each other on an old glider swing they kept
on the back porch when my mom noticed her dad was watching her and her closely –
a little TOO closely perhaps. She noticed that he was saying something to her
mom but she couldn’t hear what it was. His head was turned toward her mom so
she couldn’t make out from his lips what he was saying to her. Well, whatever
he said it sure set her mom into orbit because she smacked him hard on the
shoulder and then sat there looking really upset with her arms and legs crossed
tightly. It didn’t seem to bother him as he kept staring at his two girls.
Then my mom noticed that her dad was adjusting his pants now and then, as if
there was something uncomfortable between his legs.
When he eventually stood up, she could see why he’d been so uncomfortable – he
had a big bulge in the crotch of his shorts! My mom had been with enough boys
by then to know what THAT meant. Her dad quickly disappeared into the house
and after a little while he returned with a sly grin on his face. More
importantly, the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He reached down to kiss
her mom but she just gave him a disgusted look and turned swiftly away. He sat
down next to her anyway, which just led to another argument, sometimes quite
animated. My mom told once that me she could still remember how she and her
sister Linda had both wondered what in the world their parents were arguing
about so strongly. It was unusual to see them fight in front of their daughters
so they knew it had to be something pretty important. Eventually things settled
down but the atmosphere was a bit chilly for the rest of the night, despite the
late summer heat wave.
My mom and Linda went to bed a little later and quickly fell asleep. She wasn't
sure how much time had passed but when she woke, she felt a bit of a chill and
realized that her bed covers had fallen off of her. At that age she wore long
t-shirts and panties to bed and she was surprised to find that her t-shirt had
somehow ridden up high enough to expose her little boobs. The cool night air
had made her nipples hard and they tingled a little as she pulled her t-shirt
back down over them, the soft cotton tickling her nipples as it passed over
them.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed her dad was standing at the
end of her bed, silently watching her in the dim light cast by the nightlight in
the corner of the room. When he realized that she’d seen him, he quickly turned
around and left the room without saying a word. Being so tired, she didn’t even
think about it anymore until the next night. She was having a hard time getting
to sleep and had been tossing and turning for the longest time when she heard
him softly walk into the room again. She kept my eyes tightly shut and
pretended to be sleeping, wondering what he was going to do. She could hear his
breathing quicken as he came up next to her in my bed and soon she learned how
her shirt had ridden up the other night! After pulling her shirt up over her
little boobs he started to fondle them softly, first one at a time and then with
both hands. All this time her younger sister Linda was sleeping just across the
room. Mom once confessed to me that at the time she wasn't certain what made
her more nervous – that her sister might wake up and see what was happening, or
that her molesting father might realize that she wasn’t really asleep!
Eventually he stopped and gently pulled her t-shirt back down and covered her up
with the blanket. Again he left silently and once he was out, she put her hands
on her chest and started to caress herself. Lots of boys had touched her boobs
before, but she was surprised at how good it had felt when her dad had done it.
Her dad’s hands were so much bigger and there was something exciting about
letting him think that she was asleep and didn’t know what he was doing to her.
Over the next few weeks, the scene repeated itself although not every night.
For a while, all he did was look at her and softly touch her, as if he was
afraid doing anything more would wake her up. Then one night she felt him put
his mouth on one of her nipples and he sucked it gently between his lips. Well,
the way that made her feel mad it impossible to keep pretending that she was
sleeping! She had worried about what he would say if he ever found out she was
awake but to her relief, he didn’t yell at her or anything. In fact, once he
knew she was awake, each night he would push her just a little further, touching
her just a little bit more and in different places. Eventually he was fondling
her all over, even between her legs. It made her feel good and she found
herself actually looking forward to her dad’s bedtime touches.
Finally, the big moment arrived. One night after caressing her and making her
feel good between her legs, he softly whispered to her that if she really wanted
to be a REALLY good girl then she needed to do something for him in return.
Well, it’s not so hard to imagine what that “something” was! Still, imagine the
shock it must have been for a 14 year–old girl to see her dad open his shorts
and pull out his cock through the opening. It wasn't like she hadn't ever seen
one before; she had a pretty good reputation by now for her oral skills. It’s
quite a different thing, though, when that dick is attached to your DAD!
Her dad didn’t push her, allowing her to set the pace and progress at her own
rate. The first night all she did was hold his stiff cock in her hands. Each
evening he would teach her a little more about how to stroke his dick just the
way he liked it. Actually, it was the first time she’d really had any
“instruction”. All she knew was what she had learned on her own, trying to
figure out for herself what guys liked based on how they responded to her.
Then came the night he took her head in his hands and pulled her towards his
stiff dick. She was a little apprehensive as it was still her dad’s dick but he
explained that sucking their dad’s cock was something really good daughters do.
Thus for the first time she tasted her father’s dick. It wasn’t long before her
horny dad came, squirting his cum all over her boobs as he kept telling her what
a REALLY good girl and a VERY good daughter she was.
She sucked him a few more times after that, even taking his cum in her mouth
which he seemed to especially enjoy. Anything to please her dad... anything to
be a good girl for him. Then came the night when she started to go for his cock
but he stopped her and said he wanted to do something that a guy could only do
once to her. She knew what he as talking about - her virginity. Even with what
she had been doing to his dick so far, not in her wildest dreams had she ever
thought it was something her dad would take. But she wanted to be a good girl
and she trusted her father completely. If he wanted to do that to her, then she
would let him.
Although not overly well endowed, my grandfather was still pretty big for my mom
at that age so it took a while for him to push himself all the way inside of
her. As small as he was, he was still almost too big for her. She cried a
little as it hurt a LOT the first time but he didn’t rush her or force himself
into her. Once he was in her and stopped pushing in further, the pain wasn't as
great and overall she remembered it as a wonderful experience, one she treasured
as one of the most intimate times she ever had with her dad.
Because her younger sister Linda slept in the same room as my mom, it was
difficult, if not impossible, to hide what my grandfather was doing to my mom.
What he didn't know was that from the very beginning, while he was just groping
my mom, Linda would just pretend to be asleep, watching through barely cracked
eyelids. Afterwards, Linda and my mom would talk about it and she was amazed at
what her older sister was doing with her dad. Once her dad fucked my mom,
though, it was time for all of them to stop pretending that Linda was asleep.
The next night after my grandfather took my mom’s virginity, he fucked his
youngest daughter for the first time, even though she was only in seventh grade
at the time. With Linda there wasn't the buildup of weeks of groping and oral
sex like there had been with my mom. But then it wasn’t like she didn’t know
what was going on either. That night he simply came into their bedroom and
without any fanfare, fucked Linda as her older sister watched and masturbated.
Once the line had been crossed, there was no turning back, so after that he did
his two daughters on a regular basis. Needless to say, eventually my
grandmother found out what her husband was doing with their daughters at night
when she thought he was up watching TV while she was asleep in bed As
disgusted and repulsed as she was by his actions, she was even more afraid that
the local church and her friends would find out, ruining her hard-won
“reputation”. While she never approved of what her husband did with her
daughters, she didn’t do anything to stop him either. My grandmother confided
in me many years later that she managed to convinced herself that so long as she
ignored what was happening right under her nose, then it wasn’t her fault and
nobody could blame her. Over time, she came to accept that her husband’s sex
drive was a lot bigger than hers. This allowed her to rationalize what he did
by declaring it was better for her husband to have sex with her daughters than
to go out and have an affair with some strange woman, running the risk of
bringing home who knows what diseases not to mention the threat of public
humiliation..
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
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It was only about a week after her dad did her that my mom was asked out on a
date by one of the senior football players. She was thrilled as he seemed so
much older and mature to her than the boys in her class. Not surprisingly, once
he had her in his car at the drive-in, he was all over her. Being he was so
much older, she didn’t want to seem like some naïve little girl so when he
started undressing her she didn't resist in and let him do what he wanted.
Thankfully it wasn't her first time or things might have gone badly. Like most
horny high school boys, all he wanted was to screw her and then take her back
home with a sore pussy. As it turned out, the “date” also led to a revised
reputation for her as he promptly told every guy in school that she put out for
him. Although it was even easier to get a date after that, she also learned the
price of having a “reputation”. When a boy asked her out, it was expected that
she would suck them and let them fuck her. Not exactly romance in the air.
It wasn’t until a few months into the following year though that my future
father made a move towards my mom. He had a good thing going with Tammy who was
putting out for him and his friends whenever they wanted it so knowing she and
my mom were best friends, he apparently didn’t want to do anything to threaten
his reliable source of easy pussy. Being a typical horny guy, eventually he
wanted something fresh and new so he asked my mom out. She knew he was dating
Tammy so at first she didn’t accept but he pushed and begged until finally she
reluctantly agreed. Besides, he WAS handsome and built pretty good!
My mom was well aware of what he and Tammy had been doing. Heck, he might have
been surprised to know how many times the two of them had masturbated together
in one of the other’s bedroom as they talked about him. In any case, it didn’t
come as any surprise when their first date was at an old drive-in movie where,
like most guys, he started groping her within minutes of parking. They fucked
and both of them enjoyed it enough to want to do it again.... and again. This
led to a bit of a rough period between my mom and Tammy but she knew my dad’s
eyes loved to wander and besides, she had some fresh boy toys she was interested
in as well so fortunately it all worked out.
My mom dated my dad on and off throughout high school. They both loved sex and
so although they each did other people, it was nice to know that they the could
always count on the other in a pinch should the “need” arise. OK, so it wasn’t
exactly a classic love affair but it obviously worked out for them.
Dad had a younger brother who was about the same age as my mom with the same
reputation as his older brother. Later in the summer her relationship with my
dad progressed naturally to where she was doing both brothers, sometimes at the
same time! Still, my dad was always her favorite.
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
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Like most younger sisters, Linda was extremely competitive when it came to her
older sister. She was determined to be even more of a slut than my mom and
started blowing a number of boys while still in sixth grade from around the
neighborhood. As much as she wanted to “one-up” he sister, she was still a
little scared of “going all the way” so she just stuck with the blowjobs. Even
after her dad started fucking her at home, she still pretended to be a virgin so
far as the boys at school knew anything.
As you might imagine, Linda wasn’t about to see my mom dating a hot guy like my
dad without trying to get in on the action herself. She especially loved to
tease my dad when he would come over to pick my mom up for a date, flashing her
cute little ass and leaving her shirt half unbuttoned with no bra underneath,
even though there wasn’t much under it to show off yet. Well, as I’ve said a
couple of times already, my dad was a horny teenage boy and couldn't help but be
attracted to Linda – especially given the way she was literally throwing herself
at him. Before Linda even graduated from eighth grade, my dad called her bluff
and fucked her one afternoon on her bed. Being a typical guy, he promptly went
home and bragged about fucking Linda to his younger brother. Jim promptly took
his own shot at the little slut the very next day. Needless to say, my mom was
furious when she first found out what her sister had been up to which, of
course, just made Linda all the more pleased with herself – making sure my mom
heard every juicy detail. After the initial shock wore off, my mother was bound
and determined not to let Linda get the better of her so she accepted her
boyfriend fucking her little sister just so Linda couldn’t hold it over her head
anymore. It even got to the point where the two brothers would get together
with her and Linda, swapping sisters between two brothers.
Had it not been for my mother, I think Linda would have married my dad – one of
the few “competitions” she lost to my mom but one that trumped all the others.
Linda herself eventually married but things didn't work out so well. Her
bastard husband grew possessive and soon after my cousin Kristi was born he
demanded that she stop fucking her father and brother-in-law and have sex only
with him like a "normal" wife. Forced to make a terrible choice between her
husband and family, she agreed to a divorce on the grounds of “mutual
incompatibility” although the real reason for the divorce was never made public.
Since the divorce, Linda has played the field extensively but never seriously
considered marriage again. Now and then she would show up at our house but I
never knew the real reason why until after I started having sex with my own
parents. Given the long relationship, my mom was never jealous of her sister.
She treated it as just something my dad and Linda enjoyed. Besides, she had my
father’s heart while all Linda got was his dick.
Over the years, Linda has been drawn more to women it seems, although I know she
still loves being with my dad. She has been close friends with Sondra for year.
Sondra is about ten years younger but they make a wonderful couple. I have no
idea where THAT relationship will end up!
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
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It wasn't until my dad formally proposed that my mom finally revealed to him
that it was her father who had been her first. He also learned that she and
Linda had been fucked by their father regularly ever since, including the entire
time that the two of them had been dating him. Needless to say my dad was a tad
bit surprised! It was also his first introduction to the world of “real” incest
– not the porn crap. Well, as open-minded as my dad considered himself to be, he
was naturally a bit shocked at the news since incest was not something he was
raised to even think about other than maybe during a few porn movie fantasies.
He once told me that what helped him to accept her “terms” was when she informed
him that even though they were married, he could continue fucking her little
sister since she was part of her family.
My mom accepted his marriage proposal but only on the condition that he allow
her to maintain her intimate relationship with her father and sister. They got
married shortly after my mom graduated from high school and things obviously
worked out because after over twenty years of marriage they were still totally
in love with one another, maybe even more than on their wedding day!
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
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Once my parents got married, they immediately stopped having sex with people
outside their families. To them it was a pretty straightforward decision
because to do otherwise would go directly against God’s commandment against
adultery. I know that people debate a lot of the Old Testament rules as being
cultural, out-of-date, etc. but the Ten Commandments were non-negotiable so far
as my parents were concerned. Given the commandment doesn’t say that adultery
is alright IF your husband or wife gives permission, they didn’t swing either.
So far as sex within their families was concerned, my dad kept fucking Linda
regularly but his brother and my mom grew more distant, at least sexually. I’m
not really sure why, my mom never really liked to talk about it. Personally, I
think it was because the girl he was dating, and eventually married, was
extremely religious and ultra-straight when it came to sex. Had she ever found
out that he was fucking his brother’s wife, I’m sure she would have never seen
him again. It also didn't help that he didn't rake care of himself like my dad
did, gaining a significant beer belly and becoming quite an asshole as the years
went by.
Because my mom had to move to Pittsburgh to be with my dad, she only got to have
sex with her dad occasionally. As I gathered from the way she described it,
usually it was her going to see them after he would call and ask for her
“services” than them doing anything in our house, especially once I was around.
After her dad died unexpectedly from a heart attack, the only guy my mom fucked
was my dad. It wasn’t until years later that she rekindled her relationship with
my Uncle Jim, thanks mostly to his son, my super horny cousin Rick.
As for Rick, long story made short... my mom started fucking my cousin Rick when
he was seventeen. It wasn’t like she treated him as her son or anything like
that; it was all about the sex – for both of them. For his part, Rick got to
fulfill every teenage boy’s dream – fucking his hot aunt. In my mom’s favor,
the guy had one hell of a cock (I can personally attest to that) and at that age
he could cum two or three times in a row without breaking a sweat. As hot as it
must have been for her to fuck a teenager, I think she got more of a bit of a
kick from playing the role of “Mrs. Robinson”. Although she would never admit
to it, personally I think it also had something to do with knowing his bitchy
mother would just die if she knew her son was fucking my mom! Mom told me many
times just how so sick and tired she was of my Aunt Sheri’s sanctimonious crap
so I think screwing her son right under her nose gave her certain sense of
satisfaction.
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
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My mom was always VERY protective of me as I was growing up. Regarding sex, I
think she wanted to make sure that I never had to go through what she did with
her father. Sure it all worked out for them in the end, but it still wasn’t her
choice to have sex with her dad and she was determined my first time with my
dad, IF it happened, would be different with me. She encouraged me to enjoy
myself sexually with my friends – boys and girls, but when it came to anything
related to my dad, she was like a momma bear protecting her cub!
The first time I really remember her interfering with a potential situation
between me and my dad was when I was just over eight years old. She caught me
in the hall, peeking into their bedroom to watch my dad masturbate. Under the
circumstances, she figured the best way to answer my questions was to let me
touch his penis and watch it cum up close for myself. She waited until we were
in the hot tub that evening where she used my dad to teach me about male
masturbation. I can remember like it was just yesterday how he reacted to my
initial clumsy touch. I can also vaguely recall how several times he asked my
mom to make me do something but I didn’t know what he was talking about. What I
DO remember is her terse response, telling him NO in no uncertain terms.
It’s not that my mom wasn't being turned on watching her little girl stroke her
daddy’s cock, looking so innocent and cute. She once told me that the look on
my face when he came all over me was just priceless and she always wished she
had a camera handy! My mom knew my dad well and she recognized that her WAS a
man as well as a husband and father. Really, how many men do you think can
honestly say they if they had a cute little naïve eight year-old girl stroking
their cock that they would NOT want more? Personally, today I think it was
really a little unfair of my mother to put him in that situation. No doubt if
my mom hadn’t been there he probably would have had me suck him, and who knows
what else. My mother, however, kept a tight rein on the situation to make sure
nothing of the kind happened. Once I understand the mechanics of the male
penis, she made sure my dad never did anything like that with me again. It
would be another eight years before I touched my dad’s dick again, all thanks to
her. Frankly, I have to wonder if maybe she was a little TOO protective.
Would it have really harmed me to suck him a little that night?
As I grew up and matured, there were plenty of times my father must have been
sorely tempted to cross the line with me, especially when I started masturbating
literally day and night. My mom use to laugh when she told me how she could
recall how horny he would get when I started doing myself in front of him
without a care in the world. She didn’t mind because it would make him horny as
hell meaning she got fucked pretty good later on!
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
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My mother was extremely supportive of me as I grew up and I trusted her enough
to talk with her about everything – and I mean EVERYTHING. Sometimes I think
she was reliving her childhood through me, only to a more extreme degree. When
I was little, she would buy me the cutest skirt outfits that were extremely
short, revealing my pink cotton panties much of the time. Even though I didn't
have a figure, she would buy me bikinis even as a young girl that were
considerably more suggestive than most girls that age were wearing.
When I started showing an interest in masturbation, mom was right there to help
me and guide me. She was heavily into her toys, having a drawer full of them in
the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She showed me how to use them and
offered them to me for whenever I wanted one. My mom was the one who
encouraged me to openly masturbate rather than hide away in my bedroom. I
certainly didn't realize it at the time, but looking back I have to wonder if
perhaps it was her way of compensating my dad for his holding back from doing
anything with me.
Publicly, my mom encouraged me to be an unabashed slut, always telling me, “If
you got it, flaunt it.” Although at times she would pretend to be aghast at
some of my skimpier or more revealing outfits but the reality is she helped me
buy many of the sluttiest ones. Despite her teasing at times, I can’t remember
a single time she made me change into something more conservative before I could
go out. She even seemed to get off a bit from seeing the reaction I got from
people.
As my most trusted confidante, mom was the first person I told after I sucked my
first dick. She was also the first to get the news when the same boy later took
my virginity. Rather than lecture me, she was proud, relieved, and maybe a
little worried. Proud because her little girl had reached some major milestones
in her life. Relieved that it went well for me (thanks in no small part to her
helping me to be prepared). Worried because she knew she couldn't hold back any
longer in get me on birth control. What I didn't know at the time was how
disappointed she was that my dad wasn’t the one to take my cherry. The shame
is, she was the one that was largely responsible for that.
It’s not like my mom approved of EVERYTHING I did, but even when she wasn’t
thrilled with me she was still supportive and tried to guide me rather than
lecture me. Perhaps the difficult time was when I told her that I’d been fucked
by a dog. THAT really bothered her, I could tell. She thought that sex with
animals was disgusting and was more than a little disturbed that I’d done such a
“nasty” thing. So long as it was just an experimental thing and not something I
did routinely, she was able to live with it. How wonderful of a mom is that?
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
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By the time I was sixteen, I’d been having sex with a number of boys from school
but so far showed no signs of any desire to do it with my father. I guess had I
not been raised in such an open environment I might not have been so naïve and
recognized, or at least wondered about the signs. Sure I knew my dad often had
an erection when I was with him, but he had them all the time anyway so it
seemed! Just because he masturbated when I was around didn’t mean, to me at
least, that he was masturbating about ME. Sure he liked to look at me when I
was naked but most men were doing the same thing and I wasn't having sex with
them – at least not most of them.
It wasn't that my mom was against me having sex with my dad. As rocky as it may
have started between her and her father, she knew how close it had kept her to
her father over the years and how much pleasure she knew her father got from
having sex with his daughters. The point was that she wanted it to be ME that
initiated it. Years later she told me that she was starting to worry if perhaps
she had gone too far in keeping my dad away from me, perhaps inadvertently
raising me to be unaware of my dad’s lust for me. The way things were going,
she wondered if I would ever even think about sex with my dad, let alone ask.
One night when I came home from a party, I “accidentally” saw my parents making
love in the hot tub on the deck below my bedroom window. Something about it
made me realize I was missing something in my life and that I wanted to feel my
dad’s love in a more intimate manner. What I did NOT know, at not for years
afterwards, was they knew I was home and so they put on a little extra show for
me in hopes I would like what I saw and maybe even want to join them. My mom
told me that she was actually praying that the kitchen door would open and I
would have joined them that very same night.
Thankfully, it all turned out well in the end. Even though nothing overtly
happened that night, a seed had been planted. They were both excited when they
saw how I was trying to “seduce” my dad after that night. Ever the conservative
one, mom made my dad pretend to ignore me at first but eventually she let him
“give in” to me and we had incestual sex for the first time (well, it was MY
first time). It was such a wonderful experience and although I still regret
that he wasn't my first, at least I have my mom to thank for helping it to be
one of the most, if not THE most memorable experiences of my life. A little
later my mom joined in and well.... the rest is history as they say.
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
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In the ABOUT ME section of my webpage I devote an entire article on comparing
sex with my mom and dad so I won’t repeat the whole thing here. As you probably
would have guessed, when it comes to having sex with my parents I spent the most
time with my dad - at least 95% of the time in fact. My mom loved to watch us
but only rarely did she get involved. Sex with my mom was so much different
than when I was with my dad that it was hard to do the two of them together.
Usually when we DID get together as a 3-some, it’ was more my mom and me
agreeing to work together to pleasure my dad more than anything else.
I would make love to my mother to show her my love for her. It’s not that it
was a requirement to have sex with her to prove I loved her. The key was that I
wanted to EXPRESS my love for her through the most intimate and erotic means
available. Sex with my mom was the most personal and intimate relationship have
ever experienced, something that could only have happened between a mother and
her only daughter. My mother was incredibly passionate when she was in bed with
me. When we were together she cold be so loving that it is became almost
overwhelming at times.
Unlike my dad, mom never came out and directly asked me to have sex with her.
Instead, our intimate times seemed to always evolve from other situations where
we were close to one another. The transition from mother-daughter to lovers
just seemed to happen naturally, never forced or artificial. That transition
didn’t happen very often which is the biggest reason why I had sex far more
often with my dad than my mom.
One thing I liked about my mom was that she never put me in a situation where
one of us has to “rise to the occasion”. I can get wet just thinking of my dad
fucking me but it took a lot more to achieve the state of mind needed for me and
my mom to be together. She understood that and made sure I was always in the
right frame of mind and that it was something natural between us.
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
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OK, to get it over with, I miss having sex with my mom. There was something
about being with her intimately that I don't think I will ever be able to
experience again. It was a woman “thing”, a mother “thing”, perhaps even a bit
of a lover “thing”. All-in-all, it was like a rare recipe that has been lost
and can never be repeated.
Now that THAT is out of the way, I miss my mom in so many ways besides sex. I
miss just talking to her, confiding in her, confessing to her. I miss her
smile, her laughter, that naughty little grin she would get when she as turned
on by something I had done. I miss the way she would tease my dad,
demonstrating the incredible love they shared that gave me such a wonderful
life. I miss the way she would give of herself to anyone who needed her help,
never selfish and always with humility and love. I miss her spiritual guidance,
her love for God and Jesus that she helped to imbed within me. Oh, and I miss
her cooking!
Since her sudden and unexpected death, I have laid in my father’s bed, his cock
throbbing inside me, my pussy filled with the warm incestuous sperm he’d just
deposited in me, his strong arms around me holding me tightly against him. It’s
the most wonderful way a father and daughter can be together – period. It’s at
times like this when I most vividly recall how I would lay together with my
mother, our smooth naked bodies pressed tightly together, our pussies rubbing
against each other’s with perhaps a dildo joining them. Thankfully when the
tears begin to flow, I have my father’s dick inside of me to remind me of his
love for me and his support. While I know I can never replace my mother – and
would NEVER even DREAM of even trying, I’m happy that I can support him in his
time of need as only his daughter can.
I love you Mom!
Your loving daughter,
Kelly
Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother’s passing. The
last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so
I’ve pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentines Day arrived and
I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most
wonderful important woman in the world – my mom.
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Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
Chapter 3 – Mom and Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
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People have asked me wonder why I haven’t said much about my mother’s accident.
OK, here it is in a nutshell. She was leaving her shift late at night, pulled
onto a four-lane road and was “T-boned” by some drunk asshole driving on the
wrong side of the road without his headlights. We were told she died
instantaneously and most likely never knew what happened. For the record, that
is ALL I’m saying about it.
You might be asking yourself why I’ve been so reluctant to talk about this.
First, anyone how knows me knows how close I was to my mother. It just isn’t
something to chat about on-line with strangers. Second, it has taken me months
to get to a place where I can try writing something like this and I don't want
to reopen wounds that have only started to heal. I would hope that any
reasonable person would understand my feelings about this and respect them..
In addition to the obvious reasons, there is another one and that has to do with
my pride and self-image. If there is one thing that drives me nuts, it’s how
many erotic stories start out with “my mom died” or “my parents divorced when I
was little” or something similar. For some reason, the loss of a parent either
through death or divorce always seems to lead to incest. It’s like we’re
suppose to believe that not having one or more parents drives girls to want to
have sex with their fathers, uncles, etc., supposedly to ”heal the wounds” or
something stupid like that. Take it from someone who has just gone through it.
If anything, I have LESS sex with my dad now that my mom is gone. The LAST
thing I want to do is try and become some sort of perverted “surrogate” to take
the place of my mom. That would dishonor BOTH of my parents and be truly
despicable so far as I’m concerned.
Keep in mind that my diary entries mostly involve experiences that had a
substantial impact on my life, situations that were instrumental in making me
who I am today. Granted, not ALL were 100% GOOD times, but in general I prefer
to write about happy memories and thus my diary is slanted in that direction.
You can imagine how VERY difficult this one was to write. One thing I want
emphasize yet again and that is that this is ALL I’m going to say about the
matter. PLEASE, do not ask me anything more about it, OK? Anyone who does will
be promptly ignored – no second chances with this one.
Finally, if you have to anything to say to me about my mom, please be
respectful. I’m posting this out of my love for her, not to get guys off or to
make excuses for any of my past behaviors. Do not even THINK about asking me
for a pic of her or to do a tribute to her or anything else like that, OK?.
This Valentines Day was the first time my mom wasn’t with my dad and me. My dad
took my Aunt Linda and me out for dinner to an expensive steak house downtown.
Unfortunately, my cousin Kristi was working. Apparently Valentine’s Day creates
a heavy demand for girls like her! My dad gave us both flowers (red roses for
me as usual) which reminded me how he use to do the same with me and my mother.
It hit me hard all of sudden. It’s been months since her accident and I was
just starting to get to the point where I wasn't constantly thinking about her
when all of my emotions and desires suddenly overflowed once again. When I got
home I started writing this, trying to somehow put in word the emotions I was
feeling. In reading it over, I failed miserably but I hope some of it comes
through.
First, a bit of a biographical information about her. I’ve tried to put
together as much as I can remember from what she told me so forgive me if I
don't get everything exactly right or complete. Some of this is in other areas
of my diary and I have tried not to repeat too much of it. The idea here is to
help you understand her better, not to write a stroke story about her.
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
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My mom’s family comes from traditional Illinois farming stock. Both of her
parents were raised in smothering conservative environments where sex was never
even discussed, let alone openly practiced. Topics like masturbation,
premarital sex, incest, etc. would have been considered sinful perversions in
accordance with the over-bearing laws of their strict Protestant beliefs.
When my mom reached the sixth grade she started to notice that she was drawing
the “attention” of the older boys, and maybe even a few teachers. Suddenly boys
started bumping into her in crowds and “accidentally” touching her chest and
butt. It wasn’t much longer before they started groping her in the darkness of
the local movie theater but even then, it was all pretty innocent stuff -
nothing between her legs or at least, not inside her panties. Just after
starting seventh grade she was invited to a party by some older kids where they
dared her to suck a high school boy’s cock. She didn’t want to look immature so
she did it but she could barely get him in her mouth. Never having done it
before, you can imagine her surprise when he came in her mouth! That experience
opened new doors for her once the other boys heard about it. Throughout the
rest of grade school she was in high demand by the high school boys in her
neighborhood. At that age, she was willing to go to “third base” but she drew
the line at putting out all the way.
My mom use to tease me that my love for masturbation was genetic – from her
genes. Indeed, to hear her side of the story, she was doing herself pretty much
non-stop shortly after her tenth birthday! She and her best friend Tammy would
often masturbate together, especially when one of them had a juicy story to tell
about a recent date or boy in school.
Speaking of Tammy, she was my mom’s best friend, much in the same way that Beth
is my BFF today. Unfortunately, bisexuality wasn't nearly as acceptable back
then as it is now. Even so, everyone in school knew that Tammy was one of
“those” girls who liked other girls, which is NOT to say that Tammy didn’t love
the boys just as much! In fact, I was more than a little surprised when my mom
revealed to me that Tammy had actually dated my dad BEFORE she did. Tammy even
gave up her virginity to my dad when she was barely fourteen. As my mom hung
around with Tammy most of the time, my dad saw a lot of the her as well. If you
were to push my dad a little, he’d admit that when he first saw my mom, he knew
her reputation and saw her as just an opportunity for another “notch” on his
belt, No different than the other slutty grade school girls, all ripe for
sexual conquest.
Chapter 3 – Mom and Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
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I can’t help but get a kick out of families who flaunt their so-called righteous
morality like waving a checkered flag, It seems to be a source of pride for
such people to be able to demonstrate to the world just how much more devout and
pious they are than anyone else, Yet if you were to look just below the outer
façade, I think you’d find that in many cases, what goes on behind closed doors
is a LOT different than the carefully managed public image. My mom’s family was
a classic example of such a situation.
As my mom and her sister grew up, they began to catch the eye of their father
(my future grandfather). She noticed that he was staring at her more often,
especially when he thought she didn’t know what he was doing. It wasn't so much
that he was LOOKING at her; it was the WAY he looked at her. It was that LOOK
when a guy sees a girl as a nothing more than some sort of sexual object. Mom
had been playing around with enough boys to know that look but to see it on her
own dad’s face was more than a little bit disconcerting to her. Then again,
maybe it was just her horny imagination at work. After all, he WAS her dad and
dad’s don't do those sort of things to their daughters.
What my mom didn’t know at the time was that her parents’ sex life was all but
non-existent. Once she bore the two girls, her mother felt her marriage
responsibilities for sex had been met and thus there was no need to have to
submit herself to the degradation of a man defiling her. You can imagine then
the effect it was having on him as he watched his two girls grow up and develop
right in front of him. Is it any wonder his lust finally overcame him?
Things started to happen one warm fall day when the girls were taking advantage
of what was getting to be fewer opportunities to wear their skimpier summer
outfits. Despite the objections of their mother, they both had on extremely
short denim cutoffs and nothing else but a tight thin tube top that accentuated
what little boobs my mom had at the time (Linda not having much more than hard
nipples to poke through). No shoes, socks, or even underwear; just the two of
them running around barefoot around the house and back yard swing set.
My grandparents were sitting next to each other on an old glider swing they kept
on the back porch when my mom noticed her dad was watching her and her closely –
a little TOO closely perhaps. She noticed that he was saying something to her
mom but she couldn’t hear what it was. His head was turned toward her mom so
she couldn’t make out from his lips what he was saying to her. Well, whatever
he said it sure set her mom into orbit because she smacked him hard on the
shoulder and then sat there looking really upset with her arms and legs crossed
tightly. It didn’t seem to bother him as he kept staring at his two girls.
Then my mom noticed that her dad was adjusting his pants now and then, as if
there was something uncomfortable between his legs.
When he eventually stood up, she could see why he’d been so uncomfortable – he
had a big bulge in the crotch of his shorts! My mom had been with enough boys
by then to know what THAT meant. Her dad quickly disappeared into the house
and after a little while he returned with a sly grin on his face. More
importantly, the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He reached down to kiss
her mom but she just gave him a disgusted look and turned swiftly away. He sat
down next to her anyway, which just led to another argument, sometimes quite
animated. My mom told once that me she could still remember how she and her
sister Linda had both wondered what in the world their parents were arguing
about so strongly. It was unusual to see them fight in front of their daughters
so they knew it had to be something pretty important. Eventually things settled
down but the atmosphere was a bit chilly for the rest of the night, despite the
late summer heat wave.
My mom and Linda went to bed a little later and quickly fell asleep. She wasn't
sure how much time had passed but when she woke, she felt a bit of a chill and
realized that her bed covers had fallen off of her. At that age she wore long
t-shirts and panties to bed and she was surprised to find that her t-shirt had
somehow ridden up high enough to expose her little boobs. The cool night air
had made her nipples hard and they tingled a little as she pulled her t-shirt
back down over them, the soft cotton tickling her nipples as it passed over
them.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed her dad was standing at the
end of her bed, silently watching her in the dim light cast by the nightlight in
the corner of the room. When he realized that she’d seen him, he quickly turned
around and left the room without saying a word. Being so tired, she didn’t even
think about it anymore until the next night. She was having a hard time getting
to sleep and had been tossing and turning for the longest time when she heard
him softly walk into the room again. She kept my eyes tightly shut and
pretended to be sleeping, wondering what he was going to do. She could hear his
breathing quicken as he came up next to her in my bed and soon she learned how
her shirt had ridden up the other night! After pulling her shirt up over her
little boobs he started to fondle them softly, first one at a time and then with
both hands. All this time her younger sister Linda was sleeping just across the
room. Mom once confessed to me that at the time she wasn't certain what made
her more nervous – that her sister might wake up and see what was happening, or
that her molesting father might realize that she wasn’t really asleep!
Eventually he stopped and gently pulled her t-shirt back down and covered her up
with the blanket. Again he left silently and once he was out, she put her hands
on her chest and started to caress herself. Lots of boys had touched her boobs
before, but she was surprised at how good it had felt when her dad had done it.
Her dad’s hands were so much bigger and there was something exciting about
letting him think that she was asleep and didn’t know what he was doing to her.
Over the next few weeks, the scene repeated itself although not every night.
For a while, all he did was look at her and softly touch her, as if he was
afraid doing anything more would wake her up. Then one night she felt him put
his mouth on one of her nipples and he sucked it gently between his lips. Well,
the way that made her feel mad it impossible to keep pretending that she was
sleeping! She had worried about what he would say if he ever found out she was
awake but to her relief, he didn’t yell at her or anything. In fact, once he
knew she was awake, each night he would push her just a little further, touching
her just a little bit more and in different places. Eventually he was fondling
her all over, even between her legs. It made her feel good and she found
herself actually looking forward to her dad’s bedtime touches.
Finally, the big moment arrived. One night after caressing her and making her
feel good between her legs, he softly whispered to her that if she really wanted
to be a REALLY good girl then she needed to do something for him in return.
Well, it’s not so hard to imagine what that “something” was! Still, imagine the
shock it must have been for a 14 year–old girl to see her dad open his shorts
and pull out his cock through the opening. It wasn't like she hadn't ever seen
one before; she had a pretty good reputation by now for her oral skills. It’s
quite a different thing, though, when that dick is attached to your DAD!
Her dad didn’t push her, allowing her to set the pace and progress at her own
rate. The first night all she did was hold his stiff cock in her hands. Each
evening he would teach her a little more about how to stroke his dick just the
way he liked it. Actually, it was the first time she’d really had any
“instruction”. All she knew was what she had learned on her own, trying to
figure out for herself what guys liked based on how they responded to her.
Then came the night he took her head in his hands and pulled her towards his
stiff dick. She was a little apprehensive as it was still her dad’s dick but he
explained that sucking their dad’s cock was something really good daughters do.
Thus for the first time she tasted her father’s dick. It wasn’t long before her
horny dad came, squirting his cum all over her boobs as he kept telling her what
a REALLY good girl and a VERY good daughter she was.
She sucked him a few more times after that, even taking his cum in her mouth
which he seemed to especially enjoy. Anything to please her dad... anything to
be a good girl for him. Then came the night when she started to go for his cock
but he stopped her and said he wanted to do something that a guy could only do
once to her. She knew what he as talking about - her virginity. Even with what
she had been doing to his dick so far, not in her wildest dreams had she ever
thought it was something her dad would take. But she wanted to be a good girl
and she trusted her father completely. If he wanted to do that to her, then she
would let him.
Although not overly well endowed, my grandfather was still pretty big for my mom
at that age so it took a while for him to push himself all the way inside of
her. As small as he was, he was still almost too big for her. She cried a
little as it hurt a LOT the first time but he didn’t rush her or force himself
into her. Once he was in her and stopped pushing in further, the pain wasn't as
great and overall she remembered it as a wonderful experience, one she treasured
as one of the most intimate times she ever had with her dad.
Because her younger sister Linda slept in the same room as my mom, it was
difficult, if not impossible, to hide what my grandfather was doing to my mom.
What he didn't know was that from the very beginning, while he was just groping
my mom, Linda would just pretend to be asleep, watching through barely cracked
eyelids. Afterwards, Linda and my mom would talk about it and she was amazed at
what her older sister was doing with her dad. Once her dad fucked my mom,
though, it was time for all of them to stop pretending that Linda was asleep.
The next night after my grandfather took my mom’s virginity, he fucked his
youngest daughter for the first time, even though she was only in seventh grade
at the time. With Linda there wasn't the buildup of weeks of groping and oral
sex like there had been with my mom. But then it wasn’t like she didn’t know
what was going on either. That night he simply came into their bedroom and
without any fanfare, fucked Linda as her older sister watched and masturbated.
Once the line had been crossed, there was no turning back, so after that he did
his two daughters on a regular basis. Needless to say, eventually my
grandmother found out what her husband was doing with their daughters at night
when she thought he was up watching TV while she was asleep in bed As
disgusted and repulsed as she was by his actions, she was even more afraid that
the local church and her friends would find out, ruining her hard-won
“reputation”. While she never approved of what her husband did with her
daughters, she didn’t do anything to stop him either. My grandmother confided
in me many years later that she managed to convinced herself that so long as she
ignored what was happening right under her nose, then it wasn’t her fault and
nobody could blame her. Over time, she came to accept that her husband’s sex
drive was a lot bigger than hers. This allowed her to rationalize what he did
by declaring it was better for her husband to have sex with her daughters than
to go out and have an affair with some strange woman, running the risk of
bringing home who knows what diseases not to mention the threat of public
humiliation..
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
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It was only about a week after her dad did her that my mom was asked out on a
date by one of the senior football players. She was thrilled as he seemed so
much older and mature to her than the boys in her class. Not surprisingly, once
he had her in his car at the drive-in, he was all over her. Being he was so
much older, she didn’t want to seem like some naïve little girl so when he
started undressing her she didn't resist in and let him do what he wanted.
Thankfully it wasn't her first time or things might have gone badly. Like most
horny high school boys, all he wanted was to screw her and then take her back
home with a sore pussy. As it turned out, the “date” also led to a revised
reputation for her as he promptly told every guy in school that she put out for
him. Although it was even easier to get a date after that, she also learned the
price of having a “reputation”. When a boy asked her out, it was expected that
she would suck them and let them fuck her. Not exactly romance in the air.
It wasn’t until a few months into the following year though that my future
father made a move towards my mom. He had a good thing going with Tammy who was
putting out for him and his friends whenever they wanted it so knowing she and
my mom were best friends, he apparently didn’t want to do anything to threaten
his reliable source of easy pussy. Being a typical horny guy, eventually he
wanted something fresh and new so he asked my mom out. She knew he was dating
Tammy so at first she didn’t accept but he pushed and begged until finally she
reluctantly agreed. Besides, he WAS handsome and built pretty good!
My mom was well aware of what he and Tammy had been doing. Heck, he might have
been surprised to know how many times the two of them had masturbated together
in one of the other’s bedroom as they talked about him. In any case, it didn’t
come as any surprise when their first date was at an old drive-in movie where,
like most guys, he started groping her within minutes of parking. They fucked
and both of them enjoyed it enough to want to do it again.... and again. This
led to a bit of a rough period between my mom and Tammy but she knew my dad’s
eyes loved to wander and besides, she had some fresh boy toys she was interested
in as well so fortunately it all worked out.
My mom dated my dad on and off throughout high school. They both loved sex and
so although they each did other people, it was nice to know that they the could
always count on the other in a pinch should the “need” arise. OK, so it wasn’t
exactly a classic love affair but it obviously worked out for them.
Dad had a younger brother who was about the same age as my mom with the same
reputation as his older brother. Later in the summer her relationship with my
dad progressed naturally to where she was doing both brothers, sometimes at the
same time! Still, my dad was always her favorite.
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
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Like most younger sisters, Linda was extremely competitive when it came to her
older sister. She was determined to be even more of a slut than my mom and
started blowing a number of boys while still in sixth grade from around the
neighborhood. As much as she wanted to “one-up” he sister, she was still a
little scared of “going all the way” so she just stuck with the blowjobs. Even
after her dad started fucking her at home, she still pretended to be a virgin so
far as the boys at school knew anything.
As you might imagine, Linda wasn’t about to see my mom dating a hot guy like my
dad without trying to get in on the action herself. She especially loved to
tease my dad when he would come over to pick my mom up for a date, flashing her
cute little ass and leaving her shirt half unbuttoned with no bra underneath,
even though there wasn’t much under it to show off yet. Well, as I’ve said a
couple of times already, my dad was a horny teenage boy and couldn't help but be
attracted to Linda – especially given the way she was literally throwing herself
at him. Before Linda even graduated from eighth grade, my dad called her bluff
and fucked her one afternoon on her bed. Being a typical guy, he promptly went
home and bragged about fucking Linda to his younger brother. Jim promptly took
his own shot at the little slut the very next day. Needless to say, my mom was
furious when she first found out what her sister had been up to which, of
course, just made Linda all the more pleased with herself – making sure my mom
heard every juicy detail. After the initial shock wore off, my mother was bound
and determined not to let Linda get the better of her so she accepted her
boyfriend fucking her little sister just so Linda couldn’t hold it over her head
anymore. It even got to the point where the two brothers would get together
with her and Linda, swapping sisters between two brothers.
Had it not been for my mother, I think Linda would have married my dad – one of
the few “competitions” she lost to my mom but one that trumped all the others.
Linda herself eventually married but things didn't work out so well. Her
bastard husband grew possessive and soon after my cousin Kristi was born he
demanded that she stop fucking her father and brother-in-law and have sex only
with him like a "normal" wife. Forced to make a terrible choice between her
husband and family, she agreed to a divorce on the grounds of “mutual
incompatibility” although the real reason for the divorce was never made public.
Since the divorce, Linda has played the field extensively but never seriously
considered marriage again. Now and then she would show up at our house but I
never knew the real reason why until after I started having sex with my own
parents. Given the long relationship, my mom was never jealous of her sister.
She treated it as just something my dad and Linda enjoyed. Besides, she had my
father’s heart while all Linda got was his dick.
Over the years, Linda has been drawn more to women it seems, although I know she
still loves being with my dad. She has been close friends with Sondra for year.
Sondra is about ten years younger but they make a wonderful couple. I have no
idea where THAT relationship will end up!
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
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It wasn't until my dad formally proposed that my mom finally revealed to him
that it was her father who had been her first. He also learned that she and
Linda had been fucked by their father regularly ever since, including the entire
time that the two of them had been dating him. Needless to say my dad was a tad
bit surprised! It was also his first introduction to the world of “real” incest
– not the porn crap. Well, as open-minded as my dad considered himself to be, he
was naturally a bit shocked at the news since incest was not something he was
raised to even think about other than maybe during a few porn movie fantasies.
He once told me that what helped him to accept her “terms” was when she informed
him that even though they were married, he could continue fucking her little
sister since she was part of her family.
My mom accepted his marriage proposal but only on the condition that he allow
her to maintain her intimate relationship with her father and sister. They got
married shortly after my mom graduated from high school and things obviously
worked out because after over twenty years of marriage they were still totally
in love with one another, maybe even more than on their wedding day!
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
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Once my parents got married, they immediately stopped having sex with people
outside their families. To them it was a pretty straightforward decision
because to do otherwise would go directly against God’s commandment against
adultery. I know that people debate a lot of the Old Testament rules as being
cultural, out-of-date, etc. but the Ten Commandments were non-negotiable so far
as my parents were concerned. Given the commandment doesn’t say that adultery
is alright IF your husband or wife gives permission, they didn’t swing either.
So far as sex within their families was concerned, my dad kept fucking Linda
regularly but his brother and my mom grew more distant, at least sexually. I’m
not really sure why, my mom never really liked to talk about it. Personally, I
think it was because the girl he was dating, and eventually married, was
extremely religious and ultra-straight when it came to sex. Had she ever found
out that he was fucking his brother’s wife, I’m sure she would have never seen
him again. It also didn't help that he didn't rake care of himself like my dad
did, gaining a significant beer belly and becoming quite an asshole as the years
went by.
Because my mom had to move to Pittsburgh to be with my dad, she only got to have
sex with her dad occasionally. As I gathered from the way she described it,
usually it was her going to see them after he would call and ask for her
“services” than them doing anything in our house, especially once I was around.
After her dad died unexpectedly from a heart attack, the only guy my mom fucked
was my dad. It wasn’t until years later that she rekindled her relationship with
my Uncle Jim, thanks mostly to his son, my super horny cousin Rick.
As for Rick, long story made short... my mom started fucking my cousin Rick when
he was seventeen. It wasn’t like she treated him as her son or anything like
that; it was all about the sex – for both of them. For his part, Rick got to
fulfill every teenage boy’s dream – fucking his hot aunt. In my mom’s favor,
the guy had one hell of a cock (I can personally attest to that) and at that age
he could cum two or three times in a row without breaking a sweat. As hot as it
must have been for her to fuck a teenager, I think she got more of a bit of a
kick from playing the role of “Mrs. Robinson”. Although she would never admit
to it, personally I think it also had something to do with knowing his bitchy
mother would just die if she knew her son was fucking my mom! Mom told me many
times just how so sick and tired she was of my Aunt Sheri’s sanctimonious crap
so I think screwing her son right under her nose gave her certain sense of
satisfaction.
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
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My mom was always VERY protective of me as I was growing up. Regarding sex, I
think she wanted to make sure that I never had to go through what she did with
her father. Sure it all worked out for them in the end, but it still wasn’t her
choice to have sex with her dad and she was determined my first time with my
dad, IF it happened, would be different with me. She encouraged me to enjoy
myself sexually with my friends – boys and girls, but when it came to anything
related to my dad, she was like a momma bear protecting her cub!
The first time I really remember her interfering with a potential situation
between me and my dad was when I was just over eight years old. She caught me
in the hall, peeking into their bedroom to watch my dad masturbate. Under the
circumstances, she figured the best way to answer my questions was to let me
touch his penis and watch it cum up close for myself. She waited until we were
in the hot tub that evening where she used my dad to teach me about male
masturbation. I can remember like it was just yesterday how he reacted to my
initial clumsy touch. I can also vaguely recall how several times he asked my
mom to make me do something but I didn’t know what he was talking about. What I
DO remember is her terse response, telling him NO in no uncertain terms.
It’s not that my mom wasn't being turned on watching her little girl stroke her
daddy’s cock, looking so innocent and cute. She once told me that the look on
my face when he came all over me was just priceless and she always wished she
had a camera handy! My mom knew my dad well and she recognized that her WAS a
man as well as a husband and father. Really, how many men do you think can
honestly say they if they had a cute little naïve eight year-old girl stroking
their cock that they would NOT want more? Personally, today I think it was
really a little unfair of my mother to put him in that situation. No doubt if
my mom hadn’t been there he probably would have had me suck him, and who knows
what else. My mother, however, kept a tight rein on the situation to make sure
nothing of the kind happened. Once I understand the mechanics of the male
penis, she made sure my dad never did anything like that with me again. It
would be another eight years before I touched my dad’s dick again, all thanks to
her. Frankly, I have to wonder if maybe she was a little TOO protective.
Would it have really harmed me to suck him a little that night?
As I grew up and matured, there were plenty of times my father must have been
sorely tempted to cross the line with me, especially when I started masturbating
literally day and night. My mom use to laugh when she told me how she could
recall how horny he would get when I started doing myself in front of him
without a care in the world. She didn’t mind because it would make him horny as
hell meaning she got fucked pretty good later on!
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
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My mother was extremely supportive of me as I grew up and I trusted her enough
to talk with her about everything – and I mean EVERYTHING. Sometimes I think
she was reliving her childhood through me, only to a more extreme degree. When
I was little, she would buy me the cutest skirt outfits that were extremely
short, revealing my pink cotton panties much of the time. Even though I didn't
have a figure, she would buy me bikinis even as a young girl that were
considerably more suggestive than most girls that age were wearing.
When I started showing an interest in masturbation, mom was right there to help
me and guide me. She was heavily into her toys, having a drawer full of them in
the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She showed me how to use them and
offered them to me for whenever I wanted one. My mom was the one who
encouraged me to openly masturbate rather than hide away in my bedroom. I
certainly didn't realize it at the time, but looking back I have to wonder if
perhaps it was her way of compensating my dad for his holding back from doing
anything with me.
Publicly, my mom encouraged me to be an unabashed slut, always telling me, “If
you got it, flaunt it.” Although at times she would pretend to be aghast at
some of my skimpier or more revealing outfits but the reality is she helped me
buy many of the sluttiest ones. Despite her teasing at times, I can’t remember
a single time she made me change into something more conservative before I could
go out. She even seemed to get off a bit from seeing the reaction I got from
people.
As my most trusted confidante, mom was the first person I told after I sucked my
first dick. She was also the first to get the news when the same boy later took
my virginity. Rather than lecture me, she was proud, relieved, and maybe a
little worried. Proud because her little girl had reached some major milestones
in her life. Relieved that it went well for me (thanks in no small part to her
helping me to be prepared). Worried because she knew she couldn't hold back any
longer in get me on birth control. What I didn't know at the time was how
disappointed she was that my dad wasn’t the one to take my cherry. The shame
is, she was the one that was largely responsible for that.
It’s not like my mom approved of EVERYTHING I did, but even when she wasn’t
thrilled with me she was still supportive and tried to guide me rather than
lecture me. Perhaps the difficult time was when I told her that I’d been fucked
by a dog. THAT really bothered her, I could tell. She thought that sex with
animals was disgusting and was more than a little disturbed that I’d done such a
“nasty” thing. So long as it was just an experimental thing and not something I
did routinely, she was able to live with it. How wonderful of a mom is that?
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
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By the time I was sixteen, I’d been having sex with a number of boys from school
but so far showed no signs of any desire to do it with my father. I guess had I
not been raised in such an open environment I might not have been so naïve and
recognized, or at least wondered about the signs. Sure I knew my dad often had
an erection when I was with him, but he had them all the time anyway so it
seemed! Just because he masturbated when I was around didn’t mean, to me at
least, that he was masturbating about ME. Sure he liked to look at me when I
was naked but most men were doing the same thing and I wasn't having sex with
them – at least not most of them.
It wasn't that my mom was against me having sex with my dad. As rocky as it may
have started between her and her father, she knew how close it had kept her to
her father over the years and how much pleasure she knew her father got from
having sex with his daughters. The point was that she wanted it to be ME that
initiated it. Years later she told me that she was starting to worry if perhaps
she had gone too far in keeping my dad away from me, perhaps inadvertently
raising me to be unaware of my dad’s lust for me. The way things were going,
she wondered if I would ever even think about sex with my dad, let alone ask.
One night when I came home from a party, I “accidentally” saw my parents making
love in the hot tub on the deck below my bedroom window. Something about it
made me realize I was missing something in my life and that I wanted to feel my
dad’s love in a more intimate manner. What I did NOT know, at not for years
afterwards, was they knew I was home and so they put on a little extra show for
me in hopes I would like what I saw and maybe even want to join them. My mom
told me that she was actually praying that the kitchen door would open and I
would have joined them that very same night.
Thankfully, it all turned out well in the end. Even though nothing overtly
happened that night, a seed had been planted. They were both excited when they
saw how I was trying to “seduce” my dad after that night. Ever the conservative
one, mom made my dad pretend to ignore me at first but eventually she let him
“give in” to me and we had incestual sex for the first time (well, it was MY
first time). It was such a wonderful experience and although I still regret
that he wasn't my first, at least I have my mom to thank for helping it to be
one of the most, if not THE most memorable experiences of my life. A little
later my mom joined in and well.... the rest is history as they say.
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
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In the ABOUT ME section of my webpage I devote an entire article on comparing
sex with my mom and dad so I won’t repeat the whole thing here. As you probably
would have guessed, when it comes to having sex with my parents I spent the most
time with my dad - at least 95% of the time in fact. My mom loved to watch us
but only rarely did she get involved. Sex with my mom was so much different
than when I was with my dad that it was hard to do the two of them together.
Usually when we DID get together as a 3-some, it’ was more my mom and me
agreeing to work together to pleasure my dad more than anything else.
I would make love to my mother to show her my love for her. It’s not that it
was a requirement to have sex with her to prove I loved her. The key was that I
wanted to EXPRESS my love for her through the most intimate and erotic means
available. Sex with my mom was the most personal and intimate relationship have
ever experienced, something that could only have happened between a mother and
her only daughter. My mother was incredibly passionate when she was in bed with
me. When we were together she cold be so loving that it is became almost
overwhelming at times.
Unlike my dad, mom never came out and directly asked me to have sex with her.
Instead, our intimate times seemed to always evolve from other situations where
we were close to one another. The transition from mother-daughter to lovers
just seemed to happen naturally, never forced or artificial. That transition
didn’t happen very often which is the biggest reason why I had sex far more
often with my dad than my mom.
One thing I liked about my mom was that she never put me in a situation where
one of us has to “rise to the occasion”. I can get wet just thinking of my dad
fucking me but it took a lot more to achieve the state of mind needed for me and
my mom to be together. She understood that and made sure I was always in the
right frame of mind and that it was something natural between us.
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
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OK, to get it over with, I miss having sex with my mom. There was something
about being with her intimately that I don't think I will ever be able to
experience again. It was a woman “thing”, a mother “thing”, perhaps even a bit
of a lover “thing”. All-in-all, it was like a rare recipe that has been lost
and can never be repeated.
Now that THAT is out of the way, I miss my mom in so many ways besides sex. I
miss just talking to her, confiding in her, confessing to her. I miss her
smile, her laughter, that naughty little grin she would get when she as turned
on by something I had done. I miss the way she would tease my dad,
demonstrating the incredible love they shared that gave me such a wonderful
life. I miss the way she would give of herself to anyone who needed her help,
never selfish and always with humility and love. I miss her spiritual guidance,
her love for God and Jesus that she helped to imbed within me. Oh, and I miss
her cooking!
Since her sudden and unexpected death, I have laid in my father’s bed, his cock
throbbing inside me, my pussy filled with the warm incestuous sperm he’d just
deposited in me, his strong arms around me holding me tightly against him. It’s
the most wonderful way a father and daughter can be together – period. It’s at
times like this when I most vividly recall how I would lay together with my
mother, our smooth naked bodies pressed tightly together, our pussies rubbing
against each other’s with perhaps a dildo joining them. Thankfully when the
tears begin to flow, I have my father’s dick inside of me to remind me of his
love for me and his support. While I know I can never replace my mother – and
would NEVER even DREAM of even trying, I’m happy that I can support him in his
time of need as only his daughter can.
I love you Mom!
Your loving daughter,
Kelly
