Lot's Incestuous Children Part One
"And Lot went up out of Zoar, and dwelt in the mountain, and his two daughters with him; for he feared to dwell in Zoar: and he dwelt in a cave, he and his two daughters. And the firstborn said unto the younger, Our father is old, and there is not a man in the earth to come in unto us after the manner of all the earth: come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father. And they made their father drink wine that night: and the firstborn went in, and lay with her father; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose. And it came to pass on the morrow, that the firstborn said unto the younger, Behold, I lay yesternight with my father: let us make him drink wine this night also; and go thou in, and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father. And they made their father drink wine that night also: and the younger arose, and lay with him; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose. And the firstborn bear a son, and called his name Moab: the same is the father of the Moabites unto this day. And the younger, she also bare a son, and called his name Ben-ammi: the same is the father of the children of Ammon unto this day."
Genesis 19:30-35, 37-38 King James Version
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Sunday morning... present day.
The story of Iris, her son Jesse, and her older brother David.
She had risen to a beautiful mid-September sunrise and was planning on a first-time visit to the church she had been told about. As a child, Iris and her older brother, David, had gone with their parents many times. But after certain events in her life, experiencing things she hadn't asked for, Iris decided what she was coming to believe didn't match up with someone who was a churchgoer.
But she did think it ironic that it had been her ex-husband who'd told her about the intriguing man of God who preached at the church he suggested she visit. And even though she wasn't sure what to expect, she decided it had been too long since she'd been involved with any kind of religious organization. And as she'd gotten older, Iris had missed that sense of belonging that a group of people like that could give. And then, she thought of her eighteen-year-old son, Jesse, and how she was hoping that he would go with her that morning, as she had invited him the evening before. Even though his tepid response hadn't been exactly what Iris was hoping for, she still hoped he would accompany her that morning.
As she knocked lightly on his door, she wanted to see if he was awake, but there wasn't any response. Knocking again, she just opened the door somewhat, curious if he was still sleeping. The sight that greeted her eyes wasn't what she expected. There was her son, still sound asleep, laying on his back in bed. He was totally naked with his privates prominently exposed for his mother to see. Why she didn't leave and close his door, she couldn't understand at the time. It wasn't that she hadn't seen him naked before. But it was then, she realized how
much
he'd grown over these last few years, and how handsome, just like the man who sired Jesse, she found her son to be. But, because she was his mother, she tried to keep that in mind, as feelings and obscene thoughts she knew she shouldn't have, swirled around in her head.
As she continued to lewdly gaze at Jesse, she noted his cock and how alluring it was to her. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary with its size, it seemed to be of about average length. However, she felt a certain draw she had to it. Probably because it had been so long since she'd taken on a lover. Suddenly, her mind went back to when she was with Jesse's father and their relationship.
Knowing how much he physically took after his father, she wondered if Jesse could be like him, not only emotionally but sexually, too? She thought back fondly how having his cock inside her, brought so much pleasure and passion. Their fucking and lovemaking were something she enjoyed years ago. And yet, here she was remembering the father while looking at his son, and the temptation of being pleasured with what appeared to be almost the exact-same-looking cock.
Iris' thoughts began to drift further than what a mother was supposed to think about her offspring. Because of the sexual desert that she'd been confined to for many years, it wasn't long before her imagination began running rampant.
How, she wondered, would he react if she were to kneel next to his bed and wake him by taking his handsome penis into her mouth and perform fellatio on him? Maybe his eyes would flutter open with surprise and he'd be happy with how his own mother was pleasuring him? And if that were to happen, would Jesse then tell her how good her mouth was, as her lips moved up and down his shaft?
Yes, that could certainly be something she believed her son would enjoy. In times past, she'd never met a man who had turned down a blowjob from her. It was even something that her ex always looked forward to, in their short time together.
And she believed that her son would, as well. She envisioned running her lips up and down his firm tool, stimulating and moistening it with her tongue, as well as underneath the head of it too. As those thoughts became stronger in her mind, she felt the dampness seeping from between her legs.
Wearing only her slinky nightgown, she was nude underneath it. All she'd have to do, at that moment, was slip it off and present her naked body to her gorgeous hunk of a son. And then, she fantasized about Jesse taking her into his bed and fucking her the same way his father had done, when their coupling had conceived him.
Fondly remembering the times they'd enjoyed sexual intercourse, it was as if she could feel both his father's and her son's cock moving through her love-channel at the same time. And she knew, it wasn't all just imagination that was driving her. It wasn't like she hadn't noticed the stares she'd gotten from Jesse at certain times. She wasn't naive enough to not know her son was a testosterone-driven, young buck who was eager to drive his cock into a woman's cunt. And, she realized, if things possibly worked out as she was fantasizing it could, maybe it would be her cunt that might be the recipient of his handsome cock she found herself forbiddingly attracted to.
Silently as possible, stepping into her son's room, she gave into temptation and opened her robe, accompanied with the strong fascination of what it would be like to stand totally naked only a few feet away from him. Knowing if he were to wake up at that instant, she'd be exhibiting herself so he could see his mother's exposed, nude body. Aroused by what was going through her mind, Iris reached down and ran her fingers between her legs. After pulling them away, she saw them dripping with her own excessive vaginal fluid.
But right at that instant, snapping back into 'mother mode,' Iris realized how lewd her thoughts had too quickly become. There, at that time, were only she and her son. And they had their lives and needed to do the best they could with what they had. With an equal amount of regret and guilt for what she'd been thinking, she knew that Jesse needed a mother who was committed to making life the very best for him. But, a small part of her still wondered if his thoughts sometimes centered around her, as she had sometimes fixated on him? Just like what had happened with her older brother, years in the past...
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They had gone on vacation with their parents to a seaside resort, just the four of them. Their mother and father told them it was in celebration of her graduation from high school, and her turning eighteen years of age earlier that same year. Her brother, David, was three years older, and was home from college for the summer.
As she became of age, and her body had finally caught up with her maturity, Iris enjoyed wearing her skimpy bikini at the beach where they were staying. Her heart fluttered with the realization that her brother seemed to pay special attention to her lately. Even there at the beach, his eyes hardly ever left her, as she swam or sunbathed while they enjoyed the surf and sand.
As her nature had always been, she was one who dared to walk on the wild side. Happy that he was watching her more than she thought most brothers would their own sisters, because of the suspicions she had, Iris decided to try an experiment with him.
"David, would you come over and rub some sunscreen on my back for me? I don't want to get a sunburn, and since Mom and Dad aren't here, you're the only one I trust to do it for me."
Without a word of questioning or protest, the older brother knelt down next to her and did exactly as he'd been asked. As she pretended to lie innocently on the blanket, the younger sister relished having her brother's strong hands applying the lotion to her back.
But she was intent to find out how far he'd go to make her happy. "Oh, David, would you be a dear and unhook my bikini top so I don't have a tan-line back there?"
"Uh, sure, Iris, I guess I can do that."
"Don't worry about slathering too much of it around. Spread your cream all over my back. And even down over my butt-crack, too."
