UNCLE BILL -MFer
Incest m/F

    I have a secret that I’ve never told a soul before now. Remember when I said I was an only child? [ pay attention, there might be a quiz later] Well that’s due to a couple of reasons. One was my fault I guess. I’m half Chinese from my mother. She was a real china doll come to life. About 4’ 6” tall and never over 90 lbs in her life. Dad was a husky 6 footer and 220 lbs. I favor dad and therein lies the trouble. I was just too big for mom and there was all kinds of problems getting me born. When it was all over mom had lost her uterus and any chance for more kids. Dad was career military and when I was 13 one day he didn’t come back. We got a closed casket, a folded flag, a bunch of medals [ a Purple Heart, DSC, and others], and a pension. A pretty poor exchange and it hit mom hard. We had to move away from everyone we knew and back then it was hard for someone like mom to even find a place to live and a job, let alone friends to replace those she had left behind. Hell, I had trouble at school, chink was one of the nicer nicknames I had. Anyway the whole thing made us closer than most kids are to parents. We were more partners than anything, us against the world. 
    A major oddity in our existence was the fact that we slept together. No not that, or at least at first. We just shared a bed. Mom was so ripped up by Dad’s death that she couldn’t bare the idea of that big empty bed every night. Besides she said I smelled like him and it helped. At first we just pretty much stayed on our own side of the bed but after a while we started to snuggle and spoon like an old married couple. Then a second factor kicked in. My family had always been private nudists. When home alone clothes were strictly optional. Since I had grown up seeing lots of adult skin it was no big deal. We even slept nude most of the time. When we moved our apartment was kind of low rent and always cold so the no clothes rule went away until warmer weather. So when we started to share a bed we wore PJs. 
    By the time warmer weather arrived we were sleeping in close contact and it was a shock the first time my mother’s naked body snuggled up to my equally naked one. I had just turned 14 and like any 14 year old boy I spent a lot of time thinking about sex and naked girls and how to get girls naked and so on. At the same time I was seeing and feeling my mother’s nude body every night. It made for some odd feelings to say the least. 
    Mom never spoke of it but looking back I’m sure that she was aware of the situation and maybe was having similar thoughts herself. By 14 I was already just shy of 6 ft and was a well muscled 160 lbs. [ the football coach was drooling already as was the wrestling coach. Too bad I had no interest in either sport.] Anyway the dynamics were such that something had to give somewhere and something did
     That night I was sleeping tucked against Mom’s back which put her small tight ass right against my groin. My one arm was under her head and the other was laid over her side with my hand more or less resting on one firm breast. Something happened during the night. I don’t know if I grew an erection first or if mom did something to get me going but somehow when we both fully awoke I was deep inside her and we both were moving in mutual enjoyment. To be fully honest we were both in the throes of orgasm when we awoke. Of course seeing that I had just finished spraying jizz all over the inside of my mother’s pussy made it a bit difficult to ignore the whole thing. 
    Like I said mom was Chinese and they are a practical down to earth people. While she  seemed sorry that the whole thing had happened [ something I always sort of doubted, I’ve always wondered if she had hoped for or even planned our getting physical. Like I said she was a practical woman and not too uptight about other people’s rules or thoughts.] she felt that as long as we had already done it once there was no further damage in doing it again. 
    It took a week or so but in the end my 14 year old hormones overpowered my sense of shame and right and wrong and from then on we made love several times a week. [or night on occasion. At 14 recovery comes quickly] Mom seemed happier than she had been since Dad’s death and I ignored the few times when she called out his name in the heat of the moment, I understood, I missed him like hell too. Soon after I turned 16 we moved to a nicer place and neighborhood. I fit in much better at the new school and began to date. Mom got a new job that paid pretty good [I suspected involvement from the military good ol boys network but wasn’t complaining.] She even started to date as well. She was still good looking and exotic so she had no lack of suitors. I was doing OK myself. There were some nights when there were grunts and groans coming from both bedrooms at the same time. We even compared notes after. The upshot of all this was we no longer needed each other for sex and it tapered off to maybe once a month. We still slept together most on the time but the need was gone. When we did it we made love instead of having sex if you understand the difference. 
    I went off to collage and while I was gone Mom went to join Dad. Her heart just stopped beating one night. I miss her a lot even today. She was both my Mom and my first love. I guess she’s the reason I’m not uptight about family sex as long as its loving. Its worked well for me and mine.