It was in a tiny motel room many miles away from home that the Gaffney family got it's first taste of the forbidden pleasure's of incest. How did a normal, even dull family suddenly find itself one day breaking that ancient taboo?
The trip by car to visit relatives was a long and grueling one under the very best of conditions. This time they were stopped by car trouble in a small town while still better than an hour away from home. They managed to reach a garage, but were dismayed when they were told that parts had to be ordered and the car wouldn't be fixed until the next day. This was how the Gaffney family found itself ensconced in that tiny motel room, tired and more than a little cranky.
Things really began happening however when evening fell and the family started considering who would sleep where on the two double beds. Everyone couldn't help but notice how adamant Gloria Gaffney was that her two teenage children should not share a bed. Instead, she insisted that she should share a bed with her daughter Sarah and that her husband David should sleep alongside their son Wesley in the other bed.
Nineteen year old Wesley probably wouldn't have said it if he had been a little less exhausted and a little more conscious of what he was saying, but one side of his mouth quirked upwards and he told his sister, "It looks like Mom doesn't trust us to keep our hands to ourselves."
It was a pretty lame for a joke and under normal circumstances it would have hardly earned so much as a smile from the rest of them. At this point though everyone else was just as weary as him and everyone started laughing and a floodgate of incest humor seemed to open up.
"Well, let's face it," Sarah answered, batting her eyelashes at him playfully, "with a sexy little number like me in the same bed, what guy could possibly be expected to keep his hands to himself?"
David gave his eighteen year old daughter a grinning leer and swore, "I know I certainly wouldn't be able to!"
Even Gloria managed to get in on the act. "Well, if you're going to get to make a grab for Sarah, then I know what Wesley and I will be doing tonight."
The laughter continued for just a few moments longer, but started to become strained and eventually trailed off somewhat awkwardly. A heavy, tense silence fell over the cramped motel room as each and everyone of them looked at each other shyly, each now thinking about things that would have been utterly unthinkable just a few hours before. The scene was all set for something wild and wicked to happen that evening if only one of them had the courage to make the first move.
Wesley had been sitting on the edge of the dresser all this time and when he suddenly pushed himself to his feet, all eyes turned to him with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Well aware that he was the center of attention and still uncertain himself about what exactly he was going to do, the young man made his way over to one of the beds and sat down next to his mother.
Everyone caught their breath, wondering just how far this might progress before common sense once more took effect. Wesley and Gloria's eyes met for an interminably long moment, each watching the other and trying to gauge what the response might be if they actually tried to do what all four of them were thinking about.
Once, twice, and then a third time, Wesley's hand twitched or started to rise but always fear or perhaps sanity would assert itself and his hand would drop once more to the bed between them. Just when Gloria thought her boy might have finally given up, his shaky hand rose yet again and this time determinedly kept moving.
So lightly at first that she wasn't sure he was touching her at all, he stroked and caressed her shoulder-length hair for a moment. This had been a compromise for Wesley as they could all pretend it was an entirely innocent gesture if anyone chose to put an end to all this, but it was also the sort of gesture that could inspire something much more intimate. Gloria sighed with a warm smile, tilting her head to one side to lean into his touch and never once breaking eye-contact with him.
His heart leapt when she didn't shy away from his touch or push his hand away. There was no question in anybody's mind about where this might lead if somebody didn't put a stop to it soon and all four of them were more than a little surprised that no one did.
Sarah and her father were sitting next to each other on the other bed and watching what was happening with wide eyes, meanwhile. When David's hand started moving it was as much a surprise to him as it was to his daughter when he started gently rubbing her back. Her head turned slowly and she looked up into his eyes in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. He was as speechless as she and soon found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her's.
Wesley's hand had now moved from his mother's hair and was gently caressing her cheek. They were seriously testing the limits of what was appropriate behavior of course, but had they stopped right there and then it was possible that they could have convinced themselves that it had all been perfectly innocent. With each passing moment however it became less and less likely that they would stop as all four of them were now extremely aroused.
Suddenly, Gloria reached up to take her son's hand in her own. Wesley's heart fell, thinking that she had finally elected to put an end to this before it went any farther, but David had seen that look in his wife's eyes before and knew better. An audible gasp escaped Wesley when his mother took his captured hand, placed a tender kiss on the palm, and then pressed it firmly to one of her full breasts. She kept her own hand on top of his, holding it firmly to her bosom and waiting to see how he would finally react.
Wesley could do nothing but stare in wonder at his hand for a several moments, even now hardly able to believe that it really was where it now was. Slowly, he dragged his eyes up from her breasts to find her eyes again and she gave him a smile and an encouraging nod. Summoning up all his courage, he leaned into her ever so slowly and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to her lips. Both where left breathless and wanting more when their lips parted, their eyes dancing with pleasure and excitement.
Holding onto her son's hand to make sure it didn't become dislodged from her breast, Gloria slowly lay back across the bed. This pulled the teenaged boy practically up on top of her, which was just where they both wanted him.
Things had been progressing a little more quickly over on the other bed, meanwhile.