Previously: Brenda and her husband Harry have decided to have an open marriage and it's been going great. The two feel their bond has never been stronger while they've also been able to experience many fun sexual adventures on their own and also together. One such adventure was Brenda watching her husband plow her younger sister Becky. The experience made Brenda realize she is drawn to the idea of incestuous relationships.
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Brenda checked her phone while Patricia quickly put her uniform back on over her stout, curvy body. "This was really fun," Patricia said again, "but I gotta get back to my route, I'm already behind."
Brenda chucked softly. "Hey, no, it's fine, you don't need to explain. You have an important job. My fault for enticing you." She smirked. Patricia had been delivering her family's mail for years. Brenda had been a little drawn to her when they first met, Patricia ringing the doorbell to deliver a parcel that wouldn't fit in the mailbox. The two had remained friendly and friendly had occasionally been a little flirty until today when Brenda had decided to open the door in lingerie under a poorly tied silk dressing gown and invited the postal worker in.
Patricia smirked. "You know, I always heard these jokes about housewives sleeping with mailmen, didn't think it was a real thing... can't say I didn't hope it was true when I saw you for the first time," she teased, buttoning up her shirt.
"I'm not a housewife," Brenda giggled.
"And I'm not a mailman, guess we subverted the stereotype a little," Patricia laughed.
Brenda left her bed, naked and slick from her fun with Patricia. She pulled her dressing gown back on and walked Patricia to the door. "You know..." She said, placing her hands on Patricia's waist. "Next time I'm here alone... I could always put up that little outgoing mail signal... and you could knock on my door... give me my mail in person..." she suggested with a smirk.
Patricia smiled back. "I like the sound of that," she said with a wink. She gave Brenda one last quick kiss before she headed back to work. Brenda watched her leave until she walked out of sight. She closed the door, sighed and stretched. Then she dropped her robe. She'd found she liked being naked around the house when she was alone, sometimes she wished she could do it more often, though she had to worry about Sam walking in on her.
She'd found herself thinking a lot about Sam lately. Part of her still thought of him as a child but, looking at him nowadays, it was becoming harder to see him that way. He was like his father in a lot of respects, tall, broad-shouldered, slender, but with her dark hair and eyes. He had facial hair now, a bit of stubble on his jaw. She had seen him walk out of the shower the other day. She bit her lip just thinking about how toned his upper-body had become. She shook her head and tried to put the thoughts out of her mind as she started tidying up the house.
Doing chores naked had become Brenda's new 'thing'. She, for some reason, found doing housework in the nude far more stimulating, making something mundane into something erotic. It was better than when she worked to music or when she discovered podcasts. Though she still often had them in the background as well, but somedays, like today, she just liked to be alone with her thoughts. She bent over a coffee table, polishing it with a cloth, imagining that someone was watching through the window, and getting a full view of her behind.
She never thought of herself as an 'exhibitionist' before and she wasn't sure if this open marriage of hers had 'unlocked' it or something, but she found she really enjoyed it. She'd sent a few pictures to her husband as well as to a few of the other men and women in her life, they'd all been very positive. She'd even been bold enough to post a few online, her face hidden and under an alias, of course. The perverts on the internet were as disgusting as to be expected, sometimes excessively graphic in their comments, but they did seem to like her body as well. She wondered how far she'd be able to go with it.
After she'd tidied the kitchen, Brenda decided she better shower. She still smelled like sweat and sex from this morning. In the shower she found herself thinking of Sam again. She hadn't meant to. As usual under the warm water she found herself thinking about sex. Her libido had definitely increased since this open marriage began and generated so many new opportunities, and she'd think about those opportunities in the shower. Brenda would think about who was next, or else who she might revisit next, or often, what experiences to share with Harry, what new moves to show him. And as she touched herself slowly, contemplating all of this, the image of her son, Sam, popped into her head once more.
She didn't know why her mind kept going there. She supposed it had something to do with her other new found obsession - incest. Something about her experience with her sister, as well as the re-evaluation of her relationships with her cousins, it made her consider incest as an option. Harry had, after all pretty much given his blessing for any sexual relationships she wanted to pursue in the future. So she considered other cousins, her other siblings. She'd thought about her uncles and her aunts, some of her older nieces and nephews, even her own parents. She thought about what it might be like to spend an evening with one or more of them. Would they be receptive to such an offer? Could they both have a good time together? Would it be sustainable in the long term? Most seemed like unfit options. Her son had popped into her head last, and since that moment she couldn't get him out.
Brenda pushed one her fingers deep inside of herself as she imagined Sam penetrating her. She heard her breath getting heavier as she thought of his bare body pressed against her own. Sick, twisted, perverted... but surely no worse than what she'd done thus far. Let's face it, if there really was a hell and 'fornication' was really a sin, she was doomed, that was true. As her mind once again quickly considered all her options, Sam was the one that turned her on the most. She just wondered how he'd feel about being with her. Would he be skilled? Perhaps not, but it would be fun to teach him a thing or two? Probably, much like that young delivery boy she'd invited in once while home alone. Would it be sustainable, however? It's not like she could avoid him if something went wrong. There was a lot of risk with trying to make this happen... but she had to admit, the idea of risk just made her hornier.
She pleasured herself with the showerhead for a while, much like she used to back when her sex-life with Harry had grown stagnant. She moaned and sighed and thought about Sam, concocting a plan.
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Sam opened the front door with his key and tossed his bag aside. Hungry, he decided to go into the kitchen for a snack. What he saw in there startled him. His mother was wearing an apron... and only an apron.
"Hi," Brenda said casually, as she chopped vegetables.
Sam, red-faced and trying not to stare, wondering if he was having one of his weird oedipal complex dreams again, decided to play it casual too. "Uh... hi... what's for dinner..." he asked in a slow voice.
"Stir-fry," Brenda responded, struggling not to laugh at her son's reaction, "but I can make you a sandwich if you're hungry now?"
