This is a recollection of very true events in my life. Believe that or not, I figured since it's my fantasy, I might as well share where it stems from.
I've gotten a lot of comments asking for more build up, more foreplay.
So, I present to you, a fake story about me telling the true story of my childhood/young adulthood encounters with incest. As usual, all participants are 18 or older, and names have been altered for privacy.
Enjoy!
The threesome will be in Part 3. Duh. ;)
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"Sweet Jesus," I moaned, my palm on the tile wall in front of me, leaning as far forward over the toilet bowl as I could. I have often said that the feeling of relief you get from pissing after a long night of sex is almost as good as the sex itself.
Shaking myself clean and looking back at my sexcapade from last night, I was forced to admit that statement was no longer true.
Though how was I to know? What man ever actually believes his deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasy might actually come true? I had reserved that section of my psyche to the deepest parts of my mind, only to be retrieved when I was alone and horny. I looked at myself in the mirror of my bathroom, unable to stop from laughing to myself. I had always believed my fantasy to be so perverted and wrong, that should it ever actually come to fruition, I wouldn't be able to look myself in the eyes anymore. But the man that looked back at me was free. No longer haunted by the dark secrets that made him feel like he was broken.
Entering my room once more, I laid eyes on the woman of my fantasies. She had woken me up, but remained naked in my bed, a pair of reading glasses on while she scrolled through her smartphone. When I entered, she stopped and eyed me up and down, smirking at my manhood. It seemed only natural now that it should be my mother who washed away those fears and insecurities.
I climbed into my bed once more, and, reaching under the covers, ran my hand along the inside of her thigh and rubbing between her legs as our lips connected and our tongues intertwined. Her soft, warm hand covered mine and pushed my fingers inside of her, and I felt her get wet on my hand.
She pulled away from our kiss, but the look in her eyes was of pure lust.
"Every time I feel you inside me," she whispered as I began to finger her more fervently, "I feel so bad."
"But feeling bad feels so good, doesn't it?" I agreed with her as we both laughed.
"Your cock feels good." She answered, stroking my cock as it hardened again. "But," she then stopped, and pulled my hand from her sopping wet pussy, "I for one, have not forgotten that you have roommates living with you." She nodded at my bedroom door, wide open. "If David or Melissa came downstairs, we'd have quite some explaining to do."
"I wonder if they heard anything last night," I asked, getting up and slowly closing my door.
"Well if they did you'll have quite the story to tell them - when I leave." She finished with her motherly tone, a finger pointed in my direction.
"Are you kidding?" I was in disbelief. "I'd rather tell them I watched a porn and you slept in the living room."
"What, you don't think David would be proud of you fucking your mommy?" she asked with a coy smile as she got out of bed.
I shot her a look, and she took the opportunity to turn around and reach for her underwear on the floor. She bent at the waist, exposing her pussy to me in all of it's glory. Her shapely round ass was not without the signs of motherhood, but it made everything that much sexier to me.
"You're going to torture me as much as you can now, aren't you?" I asked as she slowly, and I mean slowly, pulled her panties over her ass and reached for her bra.
"Just wait till your sister gets here." She winked at me.
I could hardly wait. Admittedly, I had envisioned fucking my sister Rachel for years, ever since she had started to get the nickname of "Big Booty Judy" in high school. I used to take every opportunity I could to look at her ass whenever she wore her tight jeans, or her high school cheerleading outfit, or God willing, her bikini.
There were even a few times that I started to think my sister wanted me as well. And I don't think it was without reason that I came to these conclusions either.
The first incident I can remember was back before my mom had even married Roger. They had just met, and were often meeting in a city halfway between Rog's home and my mom's. On the weekends where my mom had us kids instead of our dad, she would take us with her to see him and we'd all spend the weekend together in a hotel, seeing movies, going hiking, etc.
One weekend, Rog shelled out for a big fancy penthouse suite on the top two floors. He said it was just a way to show us he wanted us to have a good weekend, but even at that time I knew it was because he wanted to fuck my mom without Rachel and I being around.
So, they took the upstairs room, my sister and I shared the bedroom downstairs, and that's when things started to get weird. By this time my sister was finishing her first year at college and I was enjoying my summer after senior year of high school.
At some point in the night we all decided to go to bed, my mom and Rog retired for the night, while Rachel and I did the same. Now, fast forward through teeth brushing, talking shit to each other and random small talk while we stare at a black ceiling, and eventually we hear my mom.
Like always, she was dirty talking Rog, and not being quiet about it.
"Oh my God," Rachel laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep from being too loud.
"Sounds like they're having more fun than we are." I remember saying.
My sister laughed, "Jealous,"
"Please," I scoffed. "you're in college. I bet you can get some dick whenever you want."
She thought for a moment, and then sniggered, "Yeah I guess you're right."
Mom's dirty talking now degenerated to loud moans in the background.
"But going from getting it once or twice a week to not at all -"
"Once or twice a week!" I repeated, astounded at her response. "Jeez, Rach!"
"I wasn't banging a different guy every time!" she answered defensively. "It was this one guy Robby. Mmh, I could use some Robby right about now."
"Well, cool your jets until your little brother isn't in bed with you."
She hit me then.
"Don't be gross! I don't do that anyway."