Authors note: This story is inspired from one I read in an incest digest magazine many years ago. Funny enough, it was through one of those digest magazines that I found out about Literotica.com. I wonder if some unscrupulous publishers scrape stories from this site.
All characters engaged in sex are over the age of eighteen.
Logan is a small backwoods town, referred to as Hidden Acres by the locals. In Hidden Acres there are many families who engage in illicit affairs with family members. As will happen, sometimes those secrets are shared with like minded individuals.
Lorraine Jensen was starting to feel as if life was passing her by. She felt like she was biding her time until the grim reaper happened to go through his paperwork and see that he'd missed her some time back. At fifty three and divorced, she was starting to feel like an old lady.
Her daughter, Cassie, at twenty years old still lived with her as she attended college. Her educational future had all been thrown into turmoil as she recently announced she was pregnant. Lorraine couldn't recall a steady boyfriend and feared that her daughter might have just gotten unlucky on a one night stand as Cassie had been unable to name the father.
The thought that her daughter was that easy saddened Lorraine, but a part of her was envious. What she would give for a bit of attention, even if it was just sex. Hell, she'd gone to the bar with the intention of just giving a stranger a good blowjob, but nobody paid any attention to her. It's not that she wasn't attractive, she still had her figure, even if it was a bit more rounded than years before. Lorraine was incredibly shy and any time a man made eye contact with her, she'd look away and never look back.
Lorraine had a son as well, Craig, who was twenty four and had moved to the next town over from Logan. He worked for a construction company, but made frequent visits home on the weekends to hang out with his friends. It was comforting to have her son around and she appreciated that he took care of things she wasn't able to do for herself.
It was another lonely Saturday night for Lorraine with both of her children out of the house. 'Having fun, no doubt,' she thought sourly. She clicked through the channels endlessly, nothing catching her interest. Sighing to herself, she felt herself sink into a deeper funk.
The sound of the basement door slamming carried through the home, followed by the laughter of Craig and his friends. Bret, Frank and Todd were frequent visitors and the group rotated at which house they would spend their Saturday night drinking beer and playing loud music. They were always considerate though and she was a bit jealous of their tight friendships.
Distant music floated up from the floor below her and she tried to imagine what they were getting up to. Her loneliness dug deeper into her soul. In her younger days she loved to go out with friends and party, but after nearly a quarter century of being a mother and wife, she had few friends and a non existent social life. Church was the only place she seemed to get much contact, but it seemed a poor place to try to scratch the itch she had.
After an hour she decided to go check on the boys. Opening the door in the kitchen, she stepped down into the dimly lit stairway and into the basement. Old Christmas lights were strung up along the walls and a couple of lamps shed the only light. It was like walking into a bar.
"Oh, hey Mrs. Jensen," Frank said, the first to notice her. She'd always thought Frank was handsome, with his dark, wavy hair and ready smile. "Come and join us for a drink."
Lorraine's instinct was to decline, but before she could say no, Frank had taken hold of her hand and led her to the couch around the corner where the others were sitting. As the second room came into view she saw her daughter Cassie with the group as well. She sat between Craig and Bret, while Todd sat in the recliner.
Cassie was wearing a short blue dress that showed off her figure nicely. Only two months along, her baby bump hadn't really started to show just yet. Lorraine was glad to see that her daughter had a glass of water in her hands and not an alcoholic beverage.
"Oh hey mom!" her son Craig said. "Hope we weren't being too loud."
"No you guys were fine," Lorraine answered, waving away his fear. "I was just bored upstairs and thought I'd check in on you guys and see what kind of mischief you were getting into."
"Well, none as of yet," Todd answered, "but now that you're here the possibilities are growing."
Todd was the kind of guy who grew on you. Not immediately attractive, with thinning and receding hair, but he had intense brown eyes that were unsettling. He could be very demanding and quite persuasive, a combination that stirred Lorraine's interest.
Lorraine felt the uneasy stir in her stomach as Todd looked her over openly, appraising her as a lion might its prey. When his eyes had travelled down her body and back up, he looked her in the eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up in approval. He nodded slightly as if to say, "You'll do."
"I'm surprised to see you here," Lorraine said to her daughter after she was able to break the staring contest with Todd. "Why aren't you out with your girlfriends?"
"Jennie and Lorrie don't want a pregnant girl trying to stop them from having their fun," Cassie laughed and the boys joined her. Lorraine caught a glance that passed between the others and felt left out on some inside joke.
"Here, let's get you a drink," Frank offered. A moment later he handed her a tumbler with Jack and ice. "Come on, now don't be a party pooper!" he encouraged when she hesitated.
Lorraine took a sip and caught her son staring. If she wasn't certain she had to be wrong, she would have guessed that he was appraising her the same way Todd had. The uneasy knot in her stomach grew into a cloud of butterflies. Taking a long drink from her glass, she felt the warm liquid flow through her body and her worries started to drift away.
"I want to dance!" Frank announced suddenly and he went to the stereo. A moment later a slow song began to play and then he returned to Lorraine's side. "Will you do me the honor?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Feeling silly, Lorraine set her glass down on the coffee table and accepted Frank's offer. He was shorter than she was by quite a bit, his face nuzzling into her breasts as he pulled her close. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and she tried to push him back just a tad, but he was insistent and wouldn't budge.
"Frank, what will my children think?" she whispered loudly in his ear.
"I don't think they mind," he answered and nodded towards the couch.
