Lots Incestuous Children Pt 08

Lot's Incestuous Children, Part Eight

Present day

After Jane and Iris' enjoyable, and somewhat stimulating Tuesday night meeting, early next morning on Wednesday, she found the notes taken at the symposium two years before. Jane also found Dr. Leslie Wilder's contact information, the psychologist who'd given the very informative, and eye-opening lecture on recent incest trends.

Deciding to email her, she asked the question Teri, Iris' mother had hinted at; was the doctor aware of anyone having predispositions to sleep with a parent, son or daughter, or possibly a sibling? Basically, she was asking if there was concrete evidence of a DNA connection within a family, as far as whether they were more inclined or susceptible to temptations of committing incest?

It wasn't but twenty-fours hours later, when she received a response.

'Jane, it's good hearing from you. Yes, it's something that's been nagging those of us who have been studying the taboo behavior the last few years. And even from when you heard me reveal what I had researched from the last time we were together, two years ago, the number of reported incidents are still on the rise. Even, and especially, mother-and-son incest.'

As she read the email, Jane again had thoughts, wholly impure, of her and Connor. Thinking about doing things a mother and son aren't supposed to, she felt the sudden temptation to masturbate. Aware of the moistness increasing between her legs, she did what was needed to get her mind back to the task at hand as she continued reading...

'But I can tell you that in my own personal research, we still haven't run across enough data proving there's any DNA correlation...yet. However, I have found that certain people, once they become acclimated and conditioned to the concept of sexual liaisons between family members, tend to begin displaying a more-tolerable attitude towards it; more or less, accepting incest as a normalcy, rather than abhorrent behavior. And in some recent cases, knowing taboo alliances are taking place inside the home, it's ended up serving as a catalyst, provoking someone to seek out another; mother, father, sister, etc. to become a sexual partner.'

After Jane read the email in the privacy of her home office, knowing she had about an hour of free time before her next scheduled place to be, her fingers slithered inside her now wet panties and masturbated. Unable to take her mind off the things Leslie Wilder had shared in her message, Jane Fleming slowly sank into a happy euphoric state, imagining all the potential possibilities that could exist between a sexually needy woman, such as herself, and a very cooperative male. Someone like her own son.

On Monday of the next week, still intensely driven to mentally grasp the compulsions that drives certain individuals to fornicate with members of their own family, Jane decided to call Leslie Wilder hoping to siphon as much information as she could about the taboo act.

"Yes, I'm really glad you called, Jane. What's it been, almost two years since we've talked? Because, I do have newer data I

could

share with you. But, because of its sensitive nature, I'd rather we do it face-to-face."

Hoping to have more erotic info she could masturbate to once the call ended, Jane wasn't happy that it couldn't be explained over the phone. With one finger already deep in her wet gash, Jane capitulated to Leslie Wilder's request, "Well, doctor, I

guess

it wouldn't be a problem. I

do

have plans for tomorrow night, but I

could

get away and meet you. How does Thursday of this week sound?"

The two women agreed to rendezvousing at the luxurious Hilton hotel where the symposium had been held some two years prior. And with Doctor Wilder advising she had newly discovered data, Jane's inquisitiveness was almost off the charts, intensely curious to finding out what it was. She tried telling herself there'd be something she could learn to help with Iris' and Jesse's situation. But alone in her office, on the verge of masturbating again, Jane was engrossed with thoughts of mothers and sons having sexual intercourse. Talking with Leslie during the phone call, Jane's finger continued sliding in and out of her moist pussy, sending tingly chills through her.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, that I stay over, till the next morning, I mean. After all, since it's about two hours away, I wouldn't want to drive back at night, and it just so happens I've been needing a little getaway time, Leslie. So that's great. Yes, I'll be there. Three o'clock sounds good. Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

That next evening, on Tuesday, Jane and Iris got together again, drinking wine, having as much fun as two women could, just sitting together and talking, getting to know each other even better. And, of course, Jane informed Iris about her upcoming get together with Doctor Leslie.

"Please Jane, you'll let me know if you find out anything that can help me, won't you?"

As the ladies bid each other adieu for the evening, just as they'd done in their prior meetings, they came together for a parting hug. But surrendering to one more embrace, Iris was unresistant as Jane presented her with a charming mouth to mouth caress. Lengthier and more carefree than the one she'd given the week before.

**********

Just two days later, on Thursday of that week, Jane Fleming greeted Leslie Wilder in the lobby of the five star Hilton. With this being their first one-on-one meeting, it gave the church counselor an opportunity to seeing the psychotherapist up close. Noting her long hair, good looks and fine feminine curves, Jane estimated the doctor's age to probably be late-thirties, to early-forties.

But when Leslie confessed to being ravenously hungry, the doctor begged Jane to go with her to the hotel restaurant, needing to eat something before getting involved in any important conversations. However, once there, they had to stand in line to get a table. With so many others who appeared to be as hungry as they were, Leslie and Jane had about a twenty minute wait before they could be seated.

Once the hostess escorted them to their table, Jane noticed some of the other patrons, mostly men ogling them, giving them a good once-over. And as soon as they were seated, they found themselves lacking any privacy, surrounded on all sides by the many others who were there for a meal just like them.

"Wow Jane, I didn't expect there'd so many people here. It's great we finally got to sit down, but this doesn't look to be the best place to tell you about the newest findings I've run across. I'm glad you're curious about our studies of...what we talked about on the phone. But I

can

tell you since my latest presentation two years ago, I've done additional interviews and collected more data samples of...well, you know what. But it seems like we're here at just about the same time the dinner crowd is, too. So, if you're okay with it, after we eat, why don't we go up to your room and we can talk more privately. And then I'll be more than happy to share all my latest work and what I've uncovered so far."

With that suggestion meeting Jane's approval, after both ladies enjoyed a chef's salad along with a glass of wine for each of them, Jane began guiding Leslie, along with her briefcase full of information, out of the restaurant, further along the main floor of the hotel.

"Whew, I'm glad we didn't have to wait any longer than we did, Dr. Wilder. We'll just walk this way to the elevators, and I've already checked into room 322."

However, before they'd gotten too far, one of the guys in the restaurant, who had been giving them the eye, left his table and hailed Leslie, who walked back to him. As the two talked, they were standing about ten feet away from everyone else.

Jane couldn't help but notice how good looking the young man was. He didn't appear to be the same age as Leslie Wilder, maybe he was twenty-five years old, but no older. He looked to be about six-foot tall, with a build that didn't look massive, but she could tell he probably worked out from time to time. His longer, straight black hair which came to just above the nape of his neck, reminded her of Keanu Reeves. But his face was totally clean-shaven, with features that helped him appear more boyishly handsome when he smiled.

As Jane couldn't hear their conversation, she noticed the doctor grinning, as well as nodding her head at what she and the handsome stranger discussed. And when the man Leslie had been talking with returned to the restaurant, the doctor walked over to Jane...

"Hey, I hope it's okay, but he asked me if we'd be up to meeting him and his friend later. I did let him know we had some things we needed to go over, but that maybe, in about an hour or so, it would be alright if we met them at the bar."

Taken aback by the brazenness of not only the adventurous stranger, but also Leslie's acceptance of his offer, Jane revealed how uncomfortable she was about it.

"Join up with us? Like, how is that supposed to happen, Leslie?"

"Well, it isn't like I invited anyone up to your room, I just said maybe we'd have a drink or two with them up on the fifth-floor lounge."

"Are you kidding me? Leslie, I'm a married woman."

"Okay Jane, just so you know, I am, too. But my husband doesn't stop me from doing what I want, and I don't get in his way of having his fun, when he wants it. And if you don't mind me saying it, every time we've talked on the phone or sent emails, you

never

hinted about being married, or having a husband, or even what his name is. And for someone who claims she's married, you sure could've had me fooled, for Christ's sake Jane, you're not even wearing a wedding ring."

Suddenly on the defensive, knowing Leslie wasn't wrong about anything she'd said, Jane tried justifying her position, "Okay, look, it's a long story. My husband, Noel's his name, and he and I...we don't..."

"Hey, you don't owe me

any

explanation, as far as your personal life goes. I just thought that maybe while we're talking shop, we could mix a little pleasure into it, that's all. Tom just seemed to be a nice guy, and his friend's name is Frank. And he sounds like he's a good guy too."

As she listened, Jane suddenly realized she was beginning to see the doctor in a new light. The woman she had first assumed to be all business, was turning out to be quite different than she originally pictured her.

"C'mon Jane, don't be afraid to let your hair down. Believe me, we professionals need to unwind now and then. And what can it hurt? He told me they're here for a couple of nights on business, and they just want to have somebody they can have a few drinks with and maybe get in some dancing, too. I did see a sign about a live band playing tonight. Come on, it isn't wrong to mix a little fun in with all the

tedious

data collecting we're going to be talking about."

Leaving the decision whether to meet up with the two men for later, Jane escorted Leslie up to her hotel room to talk. The doctor was the first to break the ice, concerning her research.

"Jane, before we get started, I'm sure I don't have to remind either one of us as to the discretion we need to have with this information. And if you don't mind, can I ask why any of this is so important to you?"

"Yes, of course, you can ask me. But just like you're needing to be careful with what you're going to share with me, I do have someone I'm working with that's been involved in an incestuous relationship with a close family member. And I don't think she'd mind if I told you, about having a baby with this...relative of hers. But, for now, that's all I can say about it."

"Of course Jane, you're doing the absolute best thing by keeping this person's business as confidential as you can. Maybe later, once you feel you can trust me more, we'll be able to discuss your friend's situation, and how I can help her."

"Thank you Leslie. One of the questions she had was the one you answered in your email. But since you said you had more to tell me, you piqued my interest, as well. And that's why I agreed to meet you here today."

"I do have more...much more, actually. I know you're aware I've made it my life's work to study human sexuality. And with the questionnaires that have come back to us, there's mounting evidence the percentage is rising of those who reported they've been in some kind of an intimate relationship with a sibling, a parent, and even an offspring."

"Okay doctor, but let me play devil's advocate here. Am I just supposed to believe that people are freely answering these surveys, without any concern about their private lives being exposed to prying eyes?"

"Of course, that's a real concern. But with the way we've set up the questions, the one giving the answers knows they have total anonymity, and no one's the wiser as to who they really are."

"If that's the case, then yes, I could believe your findings can be trusted to have a high accuracy. Much more than if you were doing a one-on-one measurement of what identifiable and trackable subjects are doing. And, if that's the case, I'm ready to hear what you've got to share with me, Dr. Wilder."

"Good. Now I need you to understand, even with the validity we have with our research, we believe there still could be up to a two or three, maybe as high as a four or five, percent actual variance on our numbers. But we're pretty confident

that's

the absolute maximum.

"And with the data we've collected, I can tell you the situations where mother-and-son sexual relationships take place, they're definitely on the rise."

Sensing her pussy moistening, Jane hoped the doctor couldn't read her arousal hearing that. "

Yes

, you said that two years ago, and when we talked a few days ago, I had an inkling it might still be the case. But what is it about your research that's so sensitive you couldn't share it with me on the phone."

Dr. Wilder had a very serious look come over her, answering her colleague, "Jane, I hope I can trust what I'm going to tell you, for it to stay with you for the time being. Because what it is, if it

were

to get out, it could totally ruin what we've accomplished so far."

"Okay Leslie, I know how to keep a secret. And, by the way you're telling me this, I can tell there's something extremely pertinent about it."

"Yes, there is. With our incest research set up the way it was...we wanted to have a way, a surefire method to test the accuracy of the results we were getting. So we set up a totally separate test group. And this one we did via live internet chats."

"Yes, go on, Leslie, I'm listening."

"And with this second test group, all the initial participants went into it

fully

committed to see how easy it would be to establish an incestuous relationship with a member of their family."

"Oh my God, Leslie! Are you really telling me what I think you are?"

"This is why I couldn't reveal any of this to you over the telephone, Jane. Something momentous as this, requires the testing is able to continue without outside interference. Because the fact is, we're getting some great samples of data from those test subjects."

"Yeah, I guess you would be. Everybody loves how they're getting to screw somebody in their own family. That's it, isn't it, Leslie?"

"Okay, I can see you're not totally onboard to how we're collecting data. I want to assure you that everyone who's participating in this is above the age of consent. There aren't

any

minors involved whatsoever, Jane."

"Well, thank God for that, at least. But Leslie, what you're telling me...I don't know, it just seems so..."

"Dirty...sinful...outside the mainstream? Yes, maybe that can be said about our studies. But you have to understand, we're looking into human sexuality. This is a real, and for what it's worth,

legitimate

test of what some people will do to have a loving and consensual sexual relationship with another human being. It just happens to be with someone inside their family."

"A human being who just happens to be their brother, or their father, or maybe their daughter or their son. I hope you're

not

ruining lives by this

research

of yours, Leslie. I really do."

"I

can

tell you that we had some test subjects, whose entreaties to those they reached out to, were...unresponsive. However, that number's been extremely small.

"Jane, I'm happy to tell you that no one,

absolutely

no one, was forced to do

anything

against their will. All of our volunteers are adults who came into this with their eyes wide open, with full recognition of what they were getting involved in. And that's the case with both groups."

As she sat there listening, Jane thought of Iris and Jesse, about the two of them being given an opportunity to become involved in Leslie's research. And if they did...what the consequences of it would it bring?

But she continued her conversation with the doctor, trying to come off skeptical, but inwardly...kept thinking about Iris and Jesse's situation. But as her pussy moistened, she thought of Connor, too. What would something like that do to their relationship, the two of them doing test studies relating to mother and son incest...?

"Yeah doctor, I guess it's easy to be callous, heartless, or even unemotional if you don't have family or friends involved with this...research, if that's what you want to call it."

After she said that, Jane noticed a sly looking smile come across Leslie's face. "And how do you know that? What makes you think

you

know exactly

who's

involved in our research? The fact is Jane...you don't."

"Well, I just assumed you wouldn't have someone..."

"Jane, when it comes to scientific testing, we're to assume

nothing

. And I'll just tell you this, I've

always

been one who's put her money where her mouth is...so to speak."

"You can't tell me that you've..."

"Again, we need to stop assuming any-fucking-thing when it comes to something this monumental. Why would I even ask something significant like that of anyone else, if I wouldn't be willing...in a manner of speaking...to having my own horse in the race?"

Not exactly sure if she should be shocked, or impressed, by the doctor's boldness, or maybe both, Jane decided she was ready for the challenging conversation to be shut down. For, at least, the time being anyway.

"Okay, I think I've heard enough for now. It looks like I

am

going to need that drink you talked about earlier, or maybe even something stronger than that."

Noting how beautiful Leslie Wilder looked when getting her own way, the doctor answered, "Yes Jane, that's an excellent idea. Why don't we go on up to the bar? Tom said he and Frank would meet us there, just about now. I think I'd like to have some entertainment. And getting a drink, as well as some cheek-to-cheek dancing wouldn't be so bad."

Taking a second to think over the implications of Leslie's mischievous statement, and what she might be implying, Jane did a quick look in the mirror, primping herself.

"Well, I don't think I'm even dressed appropriately to go out. I only have this flutter-sleeve dress, with some slacks and a blouse I brought along. After all, I only planned on staying one night you know."

"Nonsense, you look fine. I know you saw all the men looking at you, in the restaurant earlier. Of course, I don't think they were looking at what you had on. I'm sure they were more interested in what's underneath. If you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I do, Leslie. I gotta ask, with you doing this human sexuality research, is that just about all you think about?"

"If you must know, it's my strong sexual urges which led us to begin doing our polling and field-work studies when we started this years ago."