The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage

Jim masturbates over the thoughts of seeing his mother and sister naked and having sex with them.

Continued from Chapter 02:

Instead of aborting my babies or putting my babies up for adoption, I kept the babies given to me by God. Even though my daughter turned out being a handful, I even kept my baby born from out of my incestuous relationship with my son, especially my baby born out of my incestuous relationship with my son. My only daughter after having four sons, I always wanted a little girl but by the time I had her, as if I was an aging rock star, I was addicted and lost to the world of sex, drugs, and alcohol. My, my, my, when I wasn't drunk, I was high.

Yet, even though I was deemed an incestuous whore, I tried my best to care for my children while working as a stripper and a prostitute. To say that I fell short would be a gross understatement. I would have made for a much better mother had I not been addicted to drugs, alcohol, and sex. Only, what choice did I have? I needed the money and what paid the most money was continuing to live the lifestyle of sex and debauchery that I was living.

I tried to be a good mother, I truly did, but with me addicted to drugs, alcohol, and sex early in my life, I admit now that I was a terrible mother. I would have been a better mother had I not experienced the emotional, physical, and sexual abuse that suffered early in life and that I somehow survived. Yet, cursed and doomed to repeat the emotional, physical, and sexual abuse with my children, I never remembered birthdays and seldom even bought gifts for Christmas.

Forget about new clothes for Easter and food for the house, I spent whatever money I had on drugs. Looking like a band of homeless children each son wore the hand-me-down clothes of his brother. Looking more like a boy than a girl, until she developed D cup breasts like her mother, even my daughter wore her brother's hand-me-down clothes. Made fun of at school, all my kids had to learn how to fight early. Fortunately, my sons all grew to be giant size men who all competed in the world strongmen competitions. Clean and sober now for many years, I can clearly see the folly of my errors and the ramifications of my mistakes.

Yet, not that I blame her, my daughter hates me and with good reasons. With me a victim of incestuous sex myself and not having much of an education, stripping and selling my body was the only way I knew to earn enough money to feed myself and support my five children. Then, later, after no longer stripping, I resumed my education to graduate college while still working as a prostitute. I tried my best to make up for my mistakes but somethings are better left in the past.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

Yet, never mind about me. Forget about me. This story isn't about me. This story is about a couple, Mary and Jim, who unjustly judged me. This story is about a couple who jilted me. A childhood friend, Mary was once my best friend and my strongest supporter. I thought they were both my friends but sadly they weren't. This story is about Mary, a whore, who always wanted to be a librarian, and her husband, Jim, a pervert, who had a long term sexual relationship with his grandmother.

Once they were married, they looked down on me because I stripped off my clothes while dancing around a pole. Once they were married, they looked down on me because I had sex with men for money. Embarrassed by how they imagined I'd show up dressed to their wedding, forget about honoring me by making me part of their wedding party, they didn't even invite me to their wedding.

With talk that I'd be Godmother to their children, I wasn't even invited to any of their Christenings. With them having met all my children but for the last one, I never met any of her children. As if I had a contagious disease, they had nothing more to do with me once they discovered that I stripped off my clothes for a living and fucked and sucked a multitude of men.

With this story years in the making, as my way to get back at them, I wanted to show the world that they weren't all that different than me. We're all human and even those who won't admit it, we all have sexual urges and incestuous desires. We all have skeletons in our closets. We all have done terrible, guilt riddled things that we regret doing and wish we could erase those deplorably forbidden memories from our lives but we can't. Our mistakes are what made us who we are today. Cursed to live with our sexual transgressions, we must make peace with them to get on with our lives.

Chapter 03:

The background: Jim's story.

Jim grew up in a family of three, sexy, good looking women, his MILF of 45-year-old mother, Carol, his sexy, 22-year-old sister, Kathy, and his sexually inappropriate, 68-year-old grandmother, Ruth. Long before I had four sons and had sex with them all, even though he'd never admit it to anyone, Jim confessed his incestuous lusts to me for his sister, his mother, and his grandmother. He told me when he had been drinking that he sexually lusted over his sexy sister, his MILF of a mother, and even his sexually inappropriate grandmother. He told me that he always wanted to have sex with not only his sexy sister but also with his MILF of a mother too.

"Hoping to catch them changing in and out of their bathing suits, I've been barging in my Mom's bedroom while she's dressing, Debbie," said Jim looking up at me. "I've caught her in her bra and panties several times but yesterday, I caught her topless. I saw my mother's tits," he said with sexual excitement. "She has a nice rack," he said holding his hands out in front of his chest.

Debbie made a face as if she had just swallowed a bug.

"I bet you masturbated over seeing that," said Debbie rolling her eyes. "Seeing your mother's naked breasts must have made your day," she said with a laugh.

As if Debbie was one of his male friends or his priest instead of his girlfriend's best friend, he continued with his incestuous, sexual confession.

"The other day I was in the bathroom with my sister. Wearing a towel in the way she always does after getting out of the shower, she was doing her hair and I was brushing my teeth," he said looking at Debbie with sexual excitement again. "Suddenly, as if wishing it to happen, Kathy's towel fell. I saw my sister naked, completely naked. I saw her ass, her pussy, and her tits," said Jim.

Again, Debbie sighed and made a face as if she was bored.

"I bet you masturbated over that too," said Debbie with a laugh while moving her hand back and forth as if she was a man masturbating herself.

Jim took another sip of his drink before speaking again.

"I've always seen my grandmother in her sheer, sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked lots of times. I think she's an exhibitionist. She's always flashing me, but that was the first time that I saw my Mom topless and my sister naked," said Jim while showing more sexual excitement. "They made me so horny that I wished I could have sex with them."

Debbie rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Eww, gross," she said looking down at her manicure as if bored with this conversation.

'It's not bad enough that he's sexually and incestuously lusting over his mother and his sister but now he's sexually and incestuously lusting over his grandmother too. Gross,' thought Debbie.

With him always horny and his grandmother so sexually inappropriate with him, something he never even told his girlfriend, Mary, he told me that he eventually had incestuous sex with his grandmother. He told me that the sex continued for more than two years until he married Mary. Had I not been a victim of incest growing up in a household of incestuous men, I never would have understood the sexual attraction. Then, later in my life, I had sex with my four sons in the way that my uncle and cousin had sex with me.

"I've been having sex with my grandmother. It's been going on for a while. After I ate her pussy, she blew me. Then, we started having sexual intercourse," he said with a face full of shame and embarrassment mixed with sexual excitement. "I didn't plan to have sex with her, it just happened when we were alone together one weekend drinking and watching movies. It was the best sex I ever had."

'That was destined to happen over the years with his grandmother flashing him and with him seeing her in all manner of undress,' thought Debbie.

Even though little shocked her, she couldn't believe Jim had sex with his grandmother, Ruth, when they were alone for a weekend in the house. The best sex he said that he ever had, he didn't plan to have sex with his grandmother, it just happened.

'Wow,' thought Debbie stunned that Jim had sex with his grandmother. 'Not only did he see his mother in her panties and bra but also he saw his mother topless and his sister naked. Then, if that wasn't enough, Jim's been having sex with his grandmother. He licked at his grandmother's pussy. His grandmother sucked her grandson's cock and fucked him. Oh, my God. If only Mary knew, she'd dump his ass.'

That was quite the revelation about a man I thought I knew and a man who I thought was a virgin. Thinking that he was just a nerd, I had no clue that he was an incestuous pervert. I couldn't believe it when he told me that he had a long, hot, incestuous, sexual relationship with his grandmother. If anything, I figured he'd have incestuous sex with his sister or with his mother but not with his grandmother. Swearing me to secrecy, I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone that he had sex with his grandmother, especially not Mary.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

I always thought that Jim was so straight laced. I never figured him for a pervert, especially not for an incestuous pervert. Having known Mary all my life, I knew Mary for the whore that she was but I figured that Jim was the virginal one but I was wrong.

After Jim admitted to me to having incestuous sex with his grandmother, in the way that I had incestuous sex with my sons later in life, even though he looked down at me, he wasn't any better than me after all. Then, he stunned me with what he said next. Even though he looked down at me for what I did for a living, with him suddenly willing to pay me for sex, he wanted me to suck his cock for money.

"I'll pay you to give me a blowjob, Debbie," he said. "I'm horny. Suck my cock," he said unzipping his fly and pulling out his erect prick. "Mary won't blow me. She's never blown me," he said stroking himself in front of me. "She said blowjobs are dirty and disgusting. She said that she'd never put my germy cock in her mouth."

'My God,' I thought while staring down at his exposed cock. I turned him down to blow him. 'Fuck you! I'm not blowing you,' I thought while controlling my anger. 'I'd never do that to Mary.'

"Put your prick away, Jimmy, and wait for your Honeymoon," I said. "If she won't blow you now, maybe once you're married, she'll blow you then," I said. "Go ask your grandmother to blow you," I said with a dirty laugh.

I was surprised that Mary had never given him a blowjob when she sucked and fucked so very many other men. He wanted me to do what Mary wouldn't do. With me a lowly prostitute, no matter that we were friends, he wanted me to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. He wanted me to blow him. He wanted to cum in my mouth. He wanted me to swallow his cum. Even though he looked down on me for working as a stripper and making my living as a prostitute, he wanted to take advantage of my sexual services in exchange for money.

'Fuck you,' I thought. 'Go blow your own damn self.'

My best friend's boyfriend wanted to pay me to blow him. I couldn't believe it. Yet, I wasn't shocked. Especially back then when I was so young, so very beautiful, so sexy, and having the body of a porn star, every man wanted to have sex with me. Only, even with me one day becoming an incestuous whore in addition to already being a stripper and a prostitute, drawing the line, I refused to blow him. I may be a whore but I wasn't a bitch and a disloyal friend to Mary. I couldn't cheat on her with her man.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

Before I was on the outs with her, I couldn't do that to Mary. A childhood friend with us having grown up together, she was my best friend. I couldn't have sex with my best friend's boyfriend. That would be wrong. That would be nasty sucking Jim's cock behind Mary's back. Now that they're no longer my friends, something to hold over him, I wished I had sucked his cock and allowed him to cum in my mouth.

Still, if I really wanted to hurt her, I harbored Jim's secret that he had a long term, incestuously, sexual relationship with his grandmother. He had sex with his grandmother. I still couldn't believe that he had sex with his grandmother.

His grandmother was still a very attractive woman with a hot body but she was old. She was more than three times his age. When it came to sex and all things sexual, with him having a long, incestuous affair with his grandmother, he was no better than me. When we all live in glass houses, best not to throw any stones.

Just because my best friend married an accountant and lived her life as a seemingly happily married woman with three children doesn't make her respectable, especially when she hid her sexual past from her husband. Just because my best friend worked as a librarian instead of a stripper and a prostitute doesn't mean that she wasn't a whore too, a closet whore. Back then, before she was married, and when she was younger, she was as big of a whore as I was. With her no better than me, she wasn't as respectable as she portrayed. How dare she?

Being that we were so close and sexually matured together, she told me things about her sexual past that shocked even me. As with so many other closet whores, she had plenty of skeletons hiding in her closet too. Having grown up with her and with her confessing everything to me in the way that I confessed everything to her, just as she knew all my secrets, I knew all her secrets too.

Just as I had a sexual story to tell about my past, she had a sexual story to tell about her past too. With us no longer friends, the only secret she didn't know about me happened years later with me having sex with my sons and one of my sons impregnating me with my daughter. Yet, again, this isn't my story, this is their story, Jim and Mary's story.

As told to me when he was drunk, Jim was an admitted pervert who was now an incestuous pervert. If it wasn't enough that he incestuously lusted over his mother, sister, and had sex with his grandmother, he told me that he enjoyed roaming the campus hoping to see up-skirts and down-blouses of college coeds sitting immodestly on the grass. Not proud of the fact that he was perverted but from the age of 18-years-old he had always been a pervert. Figuring he was born that way, he always felt guilty about being perverted.

Who could blame him? No one wanted to be deemed a pervert and listed on the sexual registry for the rest of their lives. Only back then, they didn't have the sexual registry yet. Nonetheless, ashamed of his constant and continual sexual thoughts, embarrassed that he may be deemed a pervert by others, he didn't want anyone to know that he was perverted. Until he shared his sexually, incestuous and creeping, voyeuristic secrets with me, he kept his secret life of perversions to himself.

Then, as he grew older, when comparing his sexual proclivities to those of his friends, especially after he was married, he realized that what he thought was perversions was normal, men's sexual behavior. Matter of fact, with other men not ashamed of their perverseness but proud of it and even bragging about it, many of his friends were bigger perverts than he ever was or ever could be. It took Jim years to realize that reading Playboy and Penthouse magazines while lusting and masturbating over the topless and naked photos of women was more normal than abnormal.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

Jim met his wife, Mary, when he was an 18-year-old teenager. Mary was as pretty as Jim was plain. With every man in the neighborhood after Mary, everyone was surprised when they started dating. Everyone was shocked when they married. No one would have bet that Jim and Mary would remain married for 45-years.

'Tick, tick, tick...until death do they part.'

Mary worked part-time in the public, university library after her classes. Just as Jim wanted to be an accountant, Mary wanted to be a librarian. Only, with Mary keeping her sexual background secret from everyone but me, and the men she had sex with, of course, she had no idea that the man she fell in love with and eventually married was a pervert, an incestuous pervert.

In the way that Jim didn't know that Mary sucked and fucked the cocks of random men, Mary had no idea that Jim had a long term sexually affair with his grandmother. She had no idea that he sexually lusted over his mother and sister and wished he could have sex with them. She had no idea that he roamed the college campus looking to see women's underwear in up-skirt peeks and down-blouse views. She had no idea that he was a masturbation machine with him sometimes masturbating four times a day.

Before they officially met and started dating, Jim went to the library to look at the topless, African women in National Geographic Magazine. Not reading the signals, oblivious to his proclivities for women and for sex, his future wife thought he was normal. His future wife thought he was a virgin. Albeit with him not very attractive, his future wife thought he was a nice guy.

With him always at the library, his future wife thought that he was an art student studying art history because he was always browsing art books to look at topless women. The only art Jim was interested in was the female form, specifically naked breasts. Doomed to be an uninteresting accountant, he was a boring business student studying the dismal science of accounting. A bit of a nerd, he was deemed to be alone with his bad self until he met and fell in love with Mary.

In between his college classes, when Jim wasn't out on a date with Mary, he spent his time roaming the campus. A titillating environment for a perverted, young man filled with testosterone, the college campus was his voyeuristic playground and a virtual paradise of exhibitionism. Specifically, he watched for young coeds sitting on the grass unmindful of giving him up-skirt views of their panties and down-blouse peeks of their cleavage and bras. With him having plenty to see, just looking and not touching, and with him already having a girlfriend, he used all that he saw as fodder for masturbation later.

On rare occasions, he got lucky when spotting a woman lying out in the hot sun with her legs open and her top raised without having the modesty of wearing panties and/or a bra under her short skirt and crop top. Instead of staying indoors on a windy day, as if he was a big game hunter for women instead of animals, he looked for women wearing short, flared skirts or wrap around skirts while hoping to see their panties. Invading them and undressing them with his eyes, he loved seeing sexy views of women and seeing what he shouldn't be seeing of them in their underwear.

He ate his lunch by the sidewalk, subway grate while waiting and watching for women to walk over it as the subway blew by underneath. With loose, flared skirts giving him the best up-skirt views, women were always so surprised when they suddenly lost control of the rising hems of their short skirts and exposed their panties to whomever was watching. As if he was a hunter in the blind, always there watching, Jim was always waiting while watching.

As if they were reenactments of Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot, with her skirt blowing up to her chest, he couldn't count how many panties, pussy slits, camel toes, and ass cracks he had seen of unsuspecting and embarrassed women. In the hour that he sat there waiting while watching he saw dozens of women's panties. Plenty of sexy material to masturbate over later, sometimes he'd hit the jackpot and would see a woman wearing sheer pantyhose or nothing beneath her skirt at all.