KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY
There was no doubt about it. Emily was on a sexual high as she drove away from the vicarage after eating a quick breakfast alone. Toast and coffee. Her father was still getting dressed and she had no wish to have a casual conversation over breakfast having had sex with him in his bed earlier that morning. Three times! Emily laughed to herself. Three times he came! So any chat at breakfast might be rather embarrassing for them both.
But she had now seduced both her parents and found both experiences thrilling and very erotic. She felt ten feet tall! She couldn't wait to tell Susan.
Her mother was in London with her friend, Lady Sarah, spending the weekend in her step son-in-law's flat in Dolphin Square. Emily was sure that the two of them were what is called an item. Lovers! Cool! She herself was bi-sexual, with her college friend Susan and knew the awesome times that can be had between two sexy young ladies. And the not-so-young!
After getting onto the M1 North, Emily settled back, looking forward to the party she going to. It was her grandparents ruby wedding, though her father didn't really get on with his parents, and besides, Sunday was his busy day. So he had sent his apologies, hoping his daughter Emily would 'represent' him and Susannah. It was to be an afternoon buffet and barbecue in the grounds of their spacious house in the country. And with the sun shining, it looked like being a good day for all.
Her thoughts drifted back to her mother, recollecting how it had been rumoured that her mum had encouraged a young man from the church choir. The gossip was that Susannah had allowed the young man to have sex with her, but Emily could hardly believe that. Gosh! Not her mother, she told herself. But behind the serene facade of her mother's bearing might lay a hot passionate sexual desire!
The images of her mother being shagged by a youth like Andrew, his long cock banging in and out of her wet vagina, accompanied by moans of pleasure and grunts of delight were vivid in Emily's mind. She had always enjoyed a wonderful imagination ever since she could remember. Playing out fantasies in her mind had been a favourite occupation, particularly when she was feeling horny, which was most of the time! And now her mother was spending the weekend in London with her friend, Lady Sarah. She pondered the possibility of them having a thing going between them. She could visualize them rolling together on the bed, kissing and playing with each other's genitals. Hear their moans and squeals.
From there, her mind easily strayed to the memory of her father's cock, penetrating her that very morning, under the sheets he fucked her mother. It was awesome to think that she could have conceived her own sister. Wow! The thought made her giggle to herself! Just think! Giving birth to your own sister! Her father's daughter and grand-daughter in one! Though she guessed it happened more often that people cared to believe. The memory of the cock thrusting in and out of her was pleasant, even though it had been necessary for her to bring about her own orgasm with her fingers. But what a sensation! Thinking of the event had made her flood her knickers again. Thank goodness she had an extra absorbent liner in there!
As the thoughts drifted from one sexual image to another, her hand had strayed between her thighs, cupping the warm patch between her thighs. Hmm! She had always enjoyed sex very much, for as long as she could remember, with few inhibitions to deter her, even though her father was a priest. Her own self ministrations were equally satisfying. Emily often wondered whether or not other women were as horny as she was herself? Thought about sex as often? Masturbated with the same frequency? Watched pornographic videos?
It was her Aunt Angie who had first talked to her about sex and the female body. Her Aunt had once, several years ago, disturbed Emily whilst she was examining her mother's soiled knickers in the washing box. Emily was intrigued by her mother's stained panties, and loved to smell their pungent scent. That embarrassing event had resulted in her aunt sitting beside her on her bed, explaining about the vulva, the secretions from the vagina and orgasms, and how it was no sin to bring them about yourself.
As an illustration, Aunt Angie had removed her own knickers to demonstrate. Emily still recalled her surprise at seeing her Aunt's vulva, as she peeled off her knickers, exposing a mass of tangled auburn hair, though neatly trimmed. She was great, her aunt Angie. She talked about sex as she would talk about making a cake. There had been no embarrassment between them whatsoever. Emily had watched in astonishment as her aunt massaged her vulva with the two middle fingers of her right hand, parting the labia with them to show the oozing fluid from the centre of the cluster of fleshy lumps surrounding her vagina.
Emily loved talking about sex with her, though she never admitted knowing that her cousin Ferdie claimed to have fucked his mum. In any case, she hadn't know whether or not to believe Ferdie when he told her having had sex with his mother. Though he had known about the colour of her pubic hair. But being a red-head, that's not surprising. Still, Emily could believe it of them, though she was less willing to accept that her aunt was a high-class porn star and model. Ferdie insisted that she worked in the camera studio with her husband, as a model for other members of the club. Certainly, Ferdie knew what to do when it came to sexual intercourse.
Although it was still fairly early, Emily decided that she needed a break and a coffee. The Trowell service area was only a mile away. It wouldn't do to get to her grand parents too early, so a leisurely stop was called for.
After filling up with fuel, Emily parked her white Fiesta near to the amenities building. The large café area was very quiet. Tables and chairs set out in serried ranks, parallel to the large windows overlooking the motorway. She quickly got a fresh express coffee, finding a table by the window. As she stirred the milk into her cup, she became aware of someone looking at her. That eerie feeling that you're being watched. The hair at the back of her neck bristled a warning. She looked round, slowly. Not many people in the café. Two tables away to her left was a young woman staring at her. As their eyes met, the woman held her look before quickly averting her eyes to her coffee cup.
Well! She's attractive though, Emily thought casually, studying the woman. Not what you'd call a raving beauty, but ... yes ... attractive. She speculated more about her. Emily guessed her to be early twenties. A bit overweight perhaps. Probably called Mary, she thought, for no particular reason. Tanned face with fairly chubby cheeks, eyes set wide apart from the straight, small nose. Medium height, she thought, even though she was sitting down. The straight dark hair was cut rather short. A white blouse with a generous gap suggested a well endowed bosom.
As Emily studied her casually, the woman lifted her eyes over her cup to meet those of Emily again. This time, they became more enmeshed. Rather inquisitive. Asking questions? A hint of a smile turned the corners of the other woman's full mouth. A touch of coral-colored lipstick.
