Author's note:
Warning: if you do not like to read about family in a sexually open context, this story is not for you. Don't put yourself through it, there are many great authors here and I'm certain you'll find something you like.
All participants in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
All sex is between consenting adults and well over 21 years of age.
I have read many family taboo stories, but I have never tried to write one. This is my first attempt, and I would love to get feedback from those who enjoy taboo stories.
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Kyle finished a long day. Putting up rock wall facades was a skill he picked up from his father. First, as a helper, working on any crew that needed him. The next step was to learn to mix the mortar. It had to be thick and pliable. It required skilled hands and a great deal of patience. He mastered the trade by the time he was sixteen. At the age of eighteen, he was given the first opportunity to put stone up. He'd learned how to chip the stone just right, how to flatten one side sufficiently to apply it. He never used the fabricated fake stone. It was his family business, and it was their way of separating their business from everyone else.
Two weeks ago, he had an offer to do a job back in his hometown. Kyle had not been back home in four years. Kyle and his dad Frank had a terrible falling out. His mom and sister pleaded with him not to go, but Kyle had to set up his own business. Four years later he was doing million-dollar homes.
In his mid-twenties, Kyle had a tall muscular build and angular features that made most girls turn around and look. Even in the winter, he wore wifebeaters as he worked his magic. Walls that seem so simple and unattractive started to take a unique shape. The stones handled with deft fingers, a chisel did the deed on one side and the thickness was perfect. The walls showed his true artistry.
Although his muscles ached from sprinting to the finish, Kyle finished his work and loaded up his truck. He stopped at the nearest truck stop and purchased some beef jerky and a gallon of water. It would be enough for his drive home. It was a Friday night, and the new job would not start till Monday.
Kyle told his truck to call his mom, and in a few moments, the speakers blasted the ringing in the truck's cab.
"Hi, Kyle, what a pleasant surprise." His mom's voice was always happy on the phone.
"Hi, mom. Hey, I'm headed out now. I should be there before morning. Is it still okay for me to spend the weekend at home?"
The sound was muffled as Doris talked to Frank. A few moments later she came back on the line.
"Kyle, of course, it is. What time do you think you'll be here?"
Kyle looked at the time, realized how tired he was, and made an allowance for him to get a few hours of sleep on the road.
"Mom, I think I'll drive till about midnight, then get some rest, and I figure I'll start up again around four in the morning. So, I'm guessing by six."
Doris covered the phone again, and she and Frank spoke.
"Sure honey," she finally responded, "I'll have breakfast waiting for you."
"Oh, that's great. Hey, I'm not disturbing any plans, am I?"
"No, don't be silly. We have a few friends coming over and your sister and her boyfriend are over. We were going to make it a longer night than usual. We were just wondering if we needed to have your room ready tonight or if it could wait till morning."
"Oh, Mom, don't be silly. I can crash on the couch. I'm just there this weekend. Once the job gets started, I'll get a motel near the site and save me some driving time."
"Well, we want to see you, so we are very glad you are coming this weekend."
With that and a few pleasantries, Kyle disconnected turned up the radio, and cruised along the four-lane.
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Doris and Frank finished dressing for the night's festivities. Doris wore a black corset top, tight leather pants also in black, and delicious fuck-me pumps to turn her legs into manicured perfection. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, but also helped play peek-a-boo with the top of her areola. She was dressed to kill! Frank's cock pushed through his dark trousers, showing his complete approval.
"Lucky that Kyle is going to spend the night on the road." Doris looked in the mirror to see her husband.
"We could have told Krystle that Kyle was coming home and she and Antoine would have understood. We can't have it all our way every week. Sometimes normalcy has to force its way in." Frank smiled into the mirror, then let his eyes drift down to his wife's perfect ass.
"Well, Mister, you knocked me up early and this is all your fault." She smiled and wiggled her ass.
What had started as a dare and a one-night stand twenty-five years ago led to a lifetime of adventure for both Doris and Frank. When the kids were out of high school and Krystle came home from college with a new boyfriend, things got a bit weird.
The first sign that things were a bit odd was how openly amorous Krystle and Antoine were around the family. This led to a very disturbing night where Kyle caught them with their bedroom door open and going at it. Kyle told Frank that Antoine needed to leave, but Frank and Doris disagreed. They did ask Antoine to close the door, which he did, but it was too much for Kyle.
The next month Kyle left and had not returned home in the last four years.
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It was half-past ten and Kyle was making good time. The road was open, the cops were home and not watching for speeders, so his average speed was a good fifteen miles per hour over. At this rate, Kyle would be home just after midnight. He turned up the music, set the cruise control up a few notches, and kept on driving through the night.
The phone rang, stopping the music. Kyle looked down and noticed it was Alice.
"Hey gorgeous!" smiling as he answered the phone.
