My name is Brenda and the story you are about to read is true but I want you to know that nothing in my life ever prepared me or lead me to believe that such a thing would be possible. When you read about such accounts in the newspaper or hear about these things on the evening news you always think to yourself, "What a sick person!" Sometimes, though, as I found out firsthand, accidents do happen and as incredible as it seems incest can start out accidentally.
I fell in love with my boss when I was barely 18, just having graduated high school and living alone for the first time while I attended college. Gerald was the owner of the bookstore where I worked and we spent a lot of time together. When we first met, Gerald was a kind, sweet funny man but he was close to my father's age so I never thought of him as anything more than a boss and eventually my friend. Over the course of the year I worked there, we began getting close and went out several times to dinner, the movies, the theater to see plays. I started looking at Gerald as a smart, successful companion rather than my boss and never considered the age difference between us (he was 30 years older than me).
My parents knew I had met someone at work and was dating but when Gerald asked me to marry him, I took him to meet my parents for the first time. My parents freaked out when they saw me step out of the car with an older man! Gerald was actually 4 years older than my father and 12 years older than my mother. Explaining to them that age didn't matter to us did no good. My mother warned me that I would one day regret tying myself to a man that much older than I, that at his age he would not want the children I always dreamed of having and that one day I would be a very young widow. Gerald understood their concerns and tried talking to me about them but I was in love and that was all that mattered.
For the past 20 years, Gerald and I have been happy together. We worked hard to expand his single bookstore and now are the proud owners of 18 stores in 3 states. We are also the proud parents of 2 beautiful children: Gerald Jr. who is 19 years old and Nicole who is 18. Gerald Jr., or J.J. as we call him, is attending a local college but Nicole wanted to spread her wings so chose to attend college in a neighboring state.
Not everything is perfect in our life though. Gerald and I are happy together; we work well together, enjoy each other's company and share many of the same interests. However, as my libido seems to be increasing, Gerald is losing his sex drive. We have tried all the latest pills, rented risqué movies, I dress provocatively and have read just about every damned book or magazine article on how to jump start his libido. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work for long so I am now the somewhat embarrassed owner of a very large collection of vibrators and dildos.
Getting back to the 'accident', Gerald was going to visit our store in the same state where Nicole was attending college so our plan was that after visiting the store, Gerald would drive to Nicole's college and pick her up. They would then fly home together in time our big annual Christmas party with our family, friends and employees. J.J. was living nearby and would be home of course. With Gerald out of town and Nicole still in school, I called J.J. to help me set up our Christmas tree at home. Because his classes would end the next day, J.J. agreed to bring over some clothes and just spend the entire weekend at home. I spent the morning baking the last of the cookies and fudge that I normally make for our local employees and setting up the stockings we give to each one. Most of the employees are still college students but many are married with families so I began buying large stockings for each of the local stores and I fill it with homemade cookies, brownies, fudge and large peppermint sticks, you know the kind striped like a candy cane but not shaped like one and each at least an inch in diameter. Each employee also gets a ham to cook over the holidays.
The weather was turning nasty outside as I finished up my cooking and I turned on the news to listen to the weather forecast. "We are headed for a white Christmas this year, folks," the weather announcer was saying. "The National Weather Service is calling for a blizzard tonight that could drop as much as 18 inches of snow so better stock up on the batteries and make sure your pantries are full." Of course, in my house AA batteries are always on hand but I called J.J. to ask him to pick up some D batteries for the flashlights and as long as he was out anyway, could he stop at the store to pick up my order of 80 of the large peppermint sticks.
When J.J. arrived, we set up the tree and strung the lights so that it would be ready to decorate when Gerald and Nicole came home. After a simple dinner, we did the dishes together then watched some TV. Gerald called to say the airport was closed because of the weather so he and Nicole were going to have to find a motel room to spend the night.
Finally, after the 10 o'clock news I went to get ready for bed. I filled the bathtub with warm water, shaved my legs and just relaxed, reading a book until the water began to cool off. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my body as objectively as I could. My hair was still auburn although more gray was showing up this year. My stomach was no longer flat but had a small pouch to it now along with several stretch marks that nothing seemed to erase. My legs were still long and shapely. My face was mostly the same. Oh, I had a few laugh lines and I would never again pass for a teenager but all in all, I didn't look too bad for an old lady of 38. I didn't see anything that would turn Gerald off, at least to my eyes. With a sigh, I pulled the black and red teddy that I normally slept in over my head, pulled on a pair of matching panties brushed my teeth and turned out the bathroom light.
I climbed into bed with every intention of reading one of the newest books from our last shipment but must have fallen asleep because the book was still under my hand when a sound woke me up. I jerked up in bed and looked around but everything was dark. I heard a light tap on the door again and J.J. whispered my name again. I leaned over to turn on lamp next to my bed when he opened the door. The glare from his flashlight caught me in the face and made me cover my eyes and he said, "Don't bother, Mom. The power is out. Nothing is working, not even the furnace and the house is getting cold. Can I sleep in here with you tonight?"
I tossed back the covers and he dove for the bed like he did when he was 3, coming in after a nightmare. I pulled the covers over both of us as he turned off the flashlight and sat it on the floor. We tried snuggling together with him in my arms but at 6'1" he no longer fit the way he used to. Giving that up, we finally settled down so that my back was against his chest and my head was tucked under his chin. His arms were around me and I held one of his hands on my stomach. We laid there for a while, talking about past Christmas', the presents we liked best and school before I must have drifted off. J.J. was so warm and I have to admit it felt wonderful being held by a man again. Usually Gerald and I slept with our backs to each other.
I had the most incredible dream! I could feel a large hand stroking my body, slipping along my silky teddy from between my breasts all the way down to my pubic bone. Moving so slowly and softly that it was driving me nuts. I could almost feel the stubble of a beard scraping against my neck as someone gently nibbled my shoulder. As the hand traveled back down my body, I opened my legs and pushed the hand down towards my clit. My hips arched when those fingers began gently stroking my clit through my panties and my ass pushed up against a hard cock. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet when those fingers slipped inside my panties and dipped inside my pussy before sliding back up to my clit. I knew it wasn't a dream when I heard J.J. whisper "You're so wet, Mom."
My eyes snapped open and I tried to jerk away from him but J.J. kept me held in his arm, his other hand still manipulating my clit. He kissed his way up my neck, his tongue teased my ear before he whispered, "I've dreamed of you for so long. Let me make you happy, Mom." My body was shuddering and I tried to tell myself that it was in horror of what we were doing but my hips continued to rock against his hand.
