Subject: Memories of My Mom
Story Codes: ff FF Mf MF oral incest father mother daughter
Diary Date: February 14, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother’s passing.
The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic
tale and so I’ve pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then
Valentine’s Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This
entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the
world – my mom.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
Chapter 3 – Mom & Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
Chapter 1 – Why I’m Writing This
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People have asked me wonder why I haven’t said much about my mother’s
accident. OK, here it is in a nutshell. She was leaving her shift late
at night, pulled onto a four-lane road and was “T-boned” by some drunk
asshole driving on the wrong side of the road without his headlights. We
were told she died instantaneously and most likely never knew what
happened. For the record, that is ALL I’m saying about it.
You might be asking yourself why I’ve been so reluctant to talk about
this. First, anyone how knows me knows how close I was to my mother. It
just isn’t something to chat about on-line with strangers. Second, it
has taken me months to get to a place where I can try writing something
like this and I don't want to reopen wounds that have only started to
heal. I would hope that any reasonable person would understand my
feelings about this and respect them..
In addition to the obvious reasons, there is another one and that has to
do with my pride and self-image. If there is one thing that drives me
nuts, it’s how many erotic stories start out with “my mom died” or “my
parents divorced when I was little” or something similar. For some
reason, the loss of a parent either through death or divorce always seems
to lead to incest. It’s like we’re suppose to believe that not having
one or more parents drives girls to want to have sex with their fathers,
uncles, etc., supposedly to ”heal the wounds” or something stupid like
that. Take it from someone who has just gone through it. If anything, I
have LESS sex with my dad now that my mom is gone. The LAST thing I want
to do is try and become some sort of perverted “surrogate” to take the
place of my mom. That would dishonor BOTH of my parents and be truly
despicable so far as I’m concerned.
Keep in mind that my diary entries mostly involve experiences that had a
substantial impact on my life, situations that were instrumental in
making me who I am today. Granted, not ALL were 100% GOOD times, but in
general I prefer to write about happy memories and thus my diary is
slanted in that direction. You can imagine how VERY difficult this one
was to write. One thing I want emphasize yet again and that is that this
is ALL I’m going to say about the matter. PLEASE, do not ask me anything
more about it, OK? Anyone who does will be promptly ignored – no second
chances with this one.
Finally, if you have to anything to say to me about my mom, please be
respectful. I’m posting this out of my love for her, not to get guys off
or to make excuses for any of my past behaviors. Do not even THINK about
asking me for a pic of her or to do a tribute to her or anything else
like that, OK?.
This Valentine’s Day was the first time my mom wasn’t with my dad and me.
My dad took my Aunt Linda and me out for dinner to an expensive steak
house downtown. Unfortunately, my cousin Kristi was working. Apparently
Valentine’s Day creates a heavy demand for girls like her! My dad gave
us both flowers (red roses for me as usual) which reminded me how he use
to do the same with me and my mother.
It hit me hard all of sudden. It’s been months since her accident and I
was just starting to get to the point where I wasn't constantly thinking
about her when all of my emotions and desires suddenly overflowed once
again. When I got home I started writing this, trying to somehow put in
word the emotions I was feeling. In reading it over, I failed miserably
but I hope some of it comes through.
First, a bit of a biographical information about her. I’ve tried to put
together as much as I can remember from what she told me so forgive me if
I don't get everything exactly right or complete. Some of this is in
other areas of my diary and I have tried not to repeat too much of it.
The idea here is to help you understand her better, not to write a stroke
story about her.
Chapter 2 – My Mom’s Early Years
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My mom’s family comes from traditional Illinois farming stock. Both of
her parents were raised in smothering conservative environments where sex
was never even discussed, let alone openly practiced. Topics like
masturbation, premarital sex, incest, etc. would have been considered
sinful perversions in accordance with the over-bearing laws of their
strict Protestant beliefs.
When my mom reached the sixth grade she started to notice that she was
drawing the “attention” of the older boys, and maybe even a few teachers.
Suddenly boys started bumping into her in crowds and “accidentally”
touching her chest and butt. It wasn’t much longer before they started
groping her in the darkness of the local movie theater but even then, it
was all pretty innocent stuff - nothing between her legs or at least, not
inside her panties.
Just after starting seventh grade she was invited to a party by some
older kids where they dared her to suck a high school boy’s cock. She
didn’t want to look immature so she did it but she could barely get him
in her mouth. Never having done it before, you can imagine her surprise
when he came in her mouth! That experience opened new doors for her once
the other boys heard about it. Throughout the rest of grade school she
was in high demand by the high school boys in her neighborhood. At that
age, she was willing to go to “third base” but she drew the line at
putting out all the way.
My mom use to tease me that my love for masturbation was genetic – from
her genes. Indeed, to hear her side of the story, she was doing herself
pretty much non-stop shortly after her tenth birthday! She and her best
friend Tammy would often masturbate together, especially when one of them
had a juicy story to tell about a recent date or boy in school.
Speaking of Tammy, she was my mom’s best friend, much in the same way
that Beth is my BFF today. Unfortunately, bisexuality wasn't nearly as
acceptable back then as it is now. Even so, everyone in school knew that
Tammy was one of “those” girls who liked other girls, which is NOT to say
that Tammy didn’t love the boys just as much! In fact, I was more than a
little surprised when my mom revealed to me that Tammy had actually dated
my dad BEFORE she did. Tammy even gave up her virginity to my dad when
she was barely fourteen.
As my mom hung around with Tammy most of the time, my dad saw a lot of
the her as well. If you were to push my dad a little, he’d admit that
when he first saw my mom, he knew her reputation and saw her as just an
opportunity for another “notch” on his belt, No different than the other
slutty grade school girls, all ripe for sexual conquest.
Chapter 3 – Mom & Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time
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I can’t help but get a kick out of families who flaunt their so-called
righteous morality like waving a checkered flag, It seems to be a source
of pride for such people to be able to demonstrate to the world just how
much more devout and pious they are than anyone else, Yet if you were to
look just below the outer façade, I think you’d find that in many cases,
what goes on behind closed doors is a LOT different than the carefully
managed public image. My mom’s family was a classic example of such a
situation.
As my mom and her sister grew up, they began to catch the eye of their
father (my future grandfather). She noticed that he was staring at her
more often, especially when he thought she didn’t know what he was doing.
It wasn't so much that he was LOOKING at her; it was the WAY he looked at
her. It was that LOOK when a guy sees a girl as a nothing more than some
sort of sexual object. Mom had been playing around with enough boys to
know that look but to see it on her own dad’s face was more than a little
bit disconcerting to her. Then again, maybe it was just her horny
imagination at work. After all, he WAS her dad and dad’s don't do those
sort of things to their daughters.
What my mom didn’t know at the time was that her parents’ sex life was
all but non-existent. Once she bore the two girls, her mother felt her
marriage responsibilities for sex had been met and thus there was no need
to have to submit herself to the degradation of a man defiling her. You
can imagine then the effect it was having on him as he watched his two
girls grow up and develop right in front of him. Is it any wonder his
lust finally overcame him?
Things started to happen one warm fall day when the girls were taking
advantage of what was getting to be fewer opportunities to wear their
skimpier summer outfits. Despite the objections of their mother, they
both had on extremely short denim cutoffs and nothing else but a tight
thin tube top that accentuated what little boobs my mom had at the time
(Linda not having much more than hard nipples to poke through). No
shoes, socks, or even underwear; just the two of them running around
barefoot around the house and back yard swing set.
My grandparents were sitting next to each other on an old glider swing
they kept on the back porch when my mom noticed her dad was watching her
and her closely – a little TOO closely perhaps. She noticed that he was
saying something to her mom but she couldn’t hear what it was. His head
was turned toward her mom so she couldn’t make out from his lips what he
was saying to her. Well, whatever he said it sure set her mom into orbit
because she smacked him hard on the shoulder and then sat there looking
really upset with her arms and legs crossed tightly. It didn’t seem to
bother him as he kept staring at his two girls. Then my mom noticed that
her dad was adjusting his pants now and then, as if there was something
uncomfortable between his legs.
When he eventually stood up, she could see why he’d been so uncomfortable
– he had a big bulge in the crotch of his shorts! My mom had been with
enough boys by then to know what THAT meant. Her dad quickly disappeared
into the house and after a little while he returned with a sly grin on
his face. More importantly, the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He
reached down to kiss her mom but she just gave him a disgusted look and
turned swiftly away. He sat down next to her anyway, which just led to
another argument, sometimes quite animated.
My mom told once that me she could still remember how she and her sister
Linda had both wondered what in the world their parents were arguing
about so strongly. It was unusual to see them fight in front of their
daughters so they knew it had to be something pretty important.
Eventually things settled down but the atmosphere was a bit chilly for
the rest of the night, despite the late summer heat wave.
My mom and Linda went to bed a little later and quickly fell asleep. She
wasn't sure how much time had passed but when she woke, she felt a bit of
a chill and realized that her bed covers had fallen off of her. At that
age she wore long t-shirts and panties to bed and she was surprised to
find that her t-shirt had somehow ridden up high enough to expose her
little boobs. The cool night air had made her nipples hard and they
tingled a little as she pulled her t-shirt back down over them, the soft
cotton tickling her nipples as it passed over them.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed her dad was standing
at the end of her bed, silently watching her in the dim light cast by the
nightlight in the corner of the room. When he realized that she’d seen
him, he quickly turned around and left the room without saying a word.
Being so tired, she didn’t even think about it anymore until the next
night. She was having a hard time getting to sleep and had been tossing
and turning for the longest time when she heard him softly walk into the
room again. She kept my eyes tightly shut and pretended to be sleeping,
wondering what he was going to do. She could hear his breathing quicken
as he came up next to her in my bed and soon she learned how her shirt
had ridden up the other night!
After pulling her shirt up over her little boobs he started to fondle
them softly, first one at a time and then with both hands. All this time
her younger sister Linda was sleeping just across the room. Mom once
confessed to me that at the time she wasn't certain what made her more
nervous – that her sister might wake up and see what was happening, or
that her molesting father might realize that she wasn’t really asleep!
Eventually he stopped and gently pulled her t-shirt back down and covered
her up with the blanket. Again he left silently and once he was out, she
put her hands on her chest and started to caress herself. Lots of boys
had touched her boobs before, but she was surprised at how good it had
felt when her dad had done it. Her dad’s hands were so much bigger and
there was something exciting about letting him think that she was asleep
and didn’t know what he was doing to her.
Over the next few weeks, the scene repeated itself although not every
night. For a while, all he did was look at her and softly touch her, as
if he was afraid doing anything more would wake her up. Then one night
she felt him put his mouth on one of her nipples and he sucked it gently
between his lips. Well, the way that made her feel made it impossible to
keep pretending that she was sleeping! She had worried about what he
would say if he ever found out she was awake but to her relief, he didn’t
yell at her or anything. In fact, once he knew she was awake, each night
he would push her just a little further, touching her just a little bit
more and in different places. Eventually he was fondling her all over,
even between her legs. It made her feel good and she found herself
actually looking forward to her dad’s bedtime touches.
Finally, the big moment arrived. One night after caressing her and
making her feel good between her legs, he softly whispered to her that if
she really wanted to be a REALLY good girl then she needed to do
something for him in return. Well, it’s not so hard to imagine what that
“something” was! Still, imagine the shock it must have been for a 14
year–old girl to see her dad open his shorts and pull out his cock
through the opening. It wasn't like she hadn't ever seen one before; she
had a pretty good reputation by now for her oral skills. It’s quite a
different thing, though, when that dick is attached to your DAD!
Her dad didn’t push her, allowing her to set the pace and progress at her
own rate. The first night all she did was hold his stiff cock in her
hands. Each evening he would teach her a little more about how to stroke
his dick just the way he liked it. Actually, it was the first time she’d
really had any “instruction”. All she knew was what she had learned on
her own, trying to figure out for herself what guys liked based on how
they responded to her.
Then came the night he took her head in his hands and pulled her towards
his stiff dick. She was a little apprehensive as it was still her dad’s
dick but he explained that sucking their dad’s cock was something really
good daughters do. Thus for the first time she tasted her father’s dick.
It wasn’t long before her horny dad came, squirting his cum all over her
boobs as he kept telling her what a REALLY good girl and a VERY good
daughter she was.
She sucked him a few more times after that, even taking his cum in her
mouth which he seemed to especially enjoy. Anything to please her dad...
anything to be a good girl for him. Then came the night when she started
to go for his cock but he stopped her and said he wanted to do something
that a guy could only do once to her. She knew what he was talking about
- her virginity. Even with what she had been doing to his dick so far,
not in her wildest dreams had she ever thought it was something her dad
would take. But she wanted to be a good girl and she trusted her father
completely. If he wanted to do that to her, then she would let him.
Although not overly well endowed, my grandfather was still pretty big for
my mom at that age so it took a while for him to push himself all the way
inside of her. As small as he was, he was still almost too big for her.
She cried a little as it hurt a LOT the first time but he didn’t rush her
or force himself into her. Once he was in her and stopped pushing in
further, the pain wasn't as great and overall she remembered it as a
wonderful experience, one she treasured as one of the most intimate times
she ever had with her dad.
Because her younger sister Linda slept in the same room as my mom, it was
difficult, if not impossible, to hide what my grandfather was doing to my
mom. What he didn't know was that from the very beginning, while he was
just groping my mom, Linda would just pretend to be asleep, watching
through barely cracked eyelids. Afterwards, Linda and my mom would talk
about it and she was amazed at what her older sister was doing with her
dad. Once her dad fucked my mom, though, it was time for all of them to
stop pretending that Linda was asleep. The next night after my
grandfather took my mom’s virginity, he fucked his youngest daughter for
the first time, even though she was only in seventh grade at the time.
With Linda there wasn't the buildup of weeks of groping and oral sex like
there had been with my mom. But then it wasn’t like she didn’t know what
was going on either. That night he simply came into their bedroom and
without any fanfare, fucked Linda as her older sister watched and
masturbated.
Once the line had been crossed, there was no turning back, so after that
he did his two daughters on a regular basis. Needless to say, eventually
my grandmother found out what her husband was doing with their daughters
at night when she thought he was up watching TV while she was asleep in
bed As disgusted and repulsed as she was by his actions, she was even
more afraid that the local church and her friends would find out, ruining
her hard-won “reputation”.
While she never approved of what her husband did with her daughters, she
didn’t do anything to stop him either. My grandmother confided in me
many years later that she managed to convinced herself that so long as
she ignored what was happening right under her nose, then it wasn’t her
fault and nobody could blame her. Over time, she came to accept that her
husband’s sex drive was a lot bigger than hers. This allowed her to
rationalize what he did by declaring it was better for her husband to
have sex with her daughters than to go out and have an affair with some
strange woman, running the risk of bringing home who knows what diseases
not to mention the threat of public humiliation..
Chapter 4 – Mom Dates My Dad
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It was only about a week after her dad did her that my mom was asked out
on a date by one of the senior football players. She was thrilled as he
seemed so much older and mature to her than the boys in her class. Not
surprisingly, once he had her in his car at the drive-in, he was all over
her. Being he was so much older, she didn’t want to seem like some naïve
little girl so when he started undressing her she didn't resist in and
let him do what he wanted. Thankfully it wasn't her first time or things
might have gone badly. Like most horny high school boys, all he wanted
was to screw her and then take her back home with a sore pussy.
As it turned out, the “date” also led to a revised reputation for her as
he promptly told every guy in school that she put out for him. Although
it was even easier to get a date after that, she also learned the price
of having a “reputation”. When a boy asked her out, it was expected that
she would suck them and let them fuck her. Not exactly romance in the
air. It wasn’t until a few months into the following year though that my
future father made a move towards my mom. He had a good thing going with
Tammy who was putting out for him and his friends whenever they wanted it
so knowing she and my mom were best friends, he apparently didn’t want to
do anything to threaten his reliable source of easy pussy.
Being a typical horny guy, eventually he wanted something fresh and new
so he asked my mom out. She knew he was dating Tammy so at first she
didn’t accept but he pushed and begged until finally she reluctantly
agreed. Besides, he WAS handsome and built pretty good!
My mom was well aware of what he and Tammy had been doing. Heck, he
might have been surprised to know how many times the two of them had
masturbated together in one of the other’s bedroom as they talked about
him. In any case, it didn’t come as any surprise when their first date
was at an old drive-in movie where, like most guys, he started groping
her within minutes of parking. They fucked and both of them enjoyed it
enough to want to do it again.... and again. This led to a bit of a
rough period between my mom and Tammy but she knew my dad’s eyes loved to
wander and besides, she had some fresh boy toys she was interested in as
well so fortunately it all worked out.
My mom dated my dad on and off throughout high school. They both loved
sex and so although they each did other people, it was nice to know that
they could always count on the other in a pinch should the “need” arise.
OK, so it wasn’t exactly a classic love affair but it obviously worked
out for them.
Dad had a younger brother who was about the same age as my mom with the
same reputation as his older brother. Later in the summer her
relationship with my dad progressed naturally to where she was doing both
brothers, sometimes at the same time! Still, my dad was always her
favorite.
Chapter 5 – Mom’s Sister Linda
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Like most younger sisters, Linda was extremely competitive when it came
to her older sister. She was determined to be even more of a slut than
my mom and started blowing a number of boys while still in sixth grade
from around the neighborhood. As much as she wanted to “one-up” he
sister, she was still a little scared of “going all the way” so she just
stuck with the blowjobs. Even after her dad started fucking her at home,
she still pretended to be a virgin so far as the boys at school knew
anything.
As you might imagine, Linda wasn’t about to see my mom dating a hot guy
like my dad without trying to get in on the action herself. She
especially loved to tease my dad when he would come over to pick my mom
up for a date, flashing her cute little ass and leaving her shirt half
unbuttoned with no bra underneath, even though there wasn’t much under it
to show off yet.
Well, as I’ve said a couple of times already, my dad was a horny teenage
boy and couldn't help but be attracted to Linda – especially given the
way she was literally throwing herself at him. Before Linda even
graduated from eighth grade, my dad called her bluff and fucked her one
afternoon on her bed. Being a typical guy, he promptly went home and
bragged about fucking Linda to his younger brother. Jim promptly took
his own shot at the little slut the very next day.
Needless to say, my mom was furious when she first found out what her
sister had been up to which, of course, just made Linda all the more
pleased with herself – making sure my mom heard every juicy detail.
After the initial shock wore off, my mother was bound and determined not
to let Linda get the better of her so she accepted her boyfriend fucking
her little sister just so Linda couldn’t hold it over her head anymore.
It even got to the point where the two brothers would get together with
her and Linda, swapping sisters between two brothers.
Had it not been for my mother, I think Linda would have married my dad –
one of the few “competitions” she lost to my mom but one that trumped all
the others. Linda herself eventually married but things didn't work out
so well. Her bastard husband grew possessive and soon after my cousin
Kristi was born he demanded that she stop fucking her father and brother-
in-law and have sex only with him like a "normal" wife. Forced to make a
terrible choice between her husband and family, she agreed to a divorce
on the grounds of “mutual incompatibility” although the real reason for
the divorce was never made public.
Since the divorce, Linda has played the field extensively but never
seriously considered marriage again. Now and then she would show up at
our house but I never knew the real reason why until after I started
having sex with my own parents. Given the long relationship, my mom was
never jealous of her sister. She treated it as just something my dad and
Linda enjoyed. Besides, she had my father’s heart while all Linda got
was his dick.
Over the years, Linda has been drawn more to women it seems, although I
know she still loves being with my dad. She has been close friends with
Sondra for year. Sondra is about ten years younger but they make a
wonderful couple. I have no idea where THAT relationship will end up!
Chapter 6 – Mom and Dad Get Married
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It wasn't until my dad formally proposed that my mom finally revealed to
him that it was her father who had been her first. He also learned that
she and Linda had been fucked by their father regularly ever since,
including the entire time that the two of them had been dating him.
Needless to say my dad was a tad bit surprised! It was also his first
introduction to the world of “real” incest – not the porn crap.
Well, as open-minded as my dad considered himself to be, he was naturally
a bit shocked at the news since incest was not something he was raised to
even think about other than maybe during a few porn movie fantasies. He
once told me that what helped him to accept her “terms” was when she
informed him that even though they were married, he could continue
fucking her little sister since she was part of her family.
My mom accepted his marriage proposal but only on the condition that he
allow her to maintain her intimate relationship with her father and
sister. They got married shortly after my mom graduated from high school
and things obviously worked out because after over twenty years of
marriage they were still totally in love with one another, maybe even
more than on their wedding day!
Chapter 7 – Mom’s “Family” Relationships
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Once my parents got married, they immediately stopped having sex with
people outside their families. To them it was a pretty straightforward
decision because to do otherwise would go directly against God’s
commandment against adultery. I know that people debate a lot of the Old
Testament rules as being cultural, out-of-date, etc. but the Ten
Commandments were non-negotiable so far as my parents were concerned.
Given the commandment doesn’t say that adultery is alright IF your
husband or wife gives permission, they didn’t swing either.
So far as sex within their families was concerned, my dad kept fucking
Linda regularly but his brother and my mom grew more distant, at least
sexually. I’m not really sure why, my mom never really liked to talk
about it. Personally, I think it was because the girl he was dating, and
eventually married, was extremely religious and ultra-straight when it
came to sex. Had she ever found out that he was fucking his brother’s
wife, I’m sure she would have never seen him again. It also didn't help
that he didn't take care of himself like my dad did, gaining a
significant beer belly and becoming quite an asshole as the years went
by.
Because my mom had to move to Pittsburgh to be with my dad, she only got
to have sex with her dad occasionally. As I gathered from the way she
described it, usually it was her going to see them after he would call
and ask for her “services” than them doing anything in our house,
especially once I was around. After her dad died unexpectedly from a
heart attack, the only guy my mom fucked was my dad. It wasn’t until
years later that she rekindled her relationship with my Uncle Jim, thanks
mostly to his son, my super horny cousin Rick.
As for Rick, long story made short... my mom started fucking my cousin
Rick when he was seventeen. It wasn’t like she treated him as her son or
anything like that; it was all about the sex – for both of them. For his
part, Rick got to fulfill every teenage boy’s dream – fucking his hot
aunt. In my mom’s favor, the guy had one hell of a cock (I can
personally attest to that) and at that age he could cum two or three
times in a row without breaking a sweat.
As hot as it must have been for her to fuck a teenager, I think she got
more of a bit of a kick from playing the role of “Mrs. Robinson”.
Although she would never admit to it, personally I think it also had
something to do with knowing his bitchy mother would just die if she knew
her son was fucking my mom! Mom told me many times just how so sick and
tired she was of my Aunt Sheri’s sanctimonious crap so I think screwing
her son right under her nose gave her certain sense of satisfaction.
Chapter 8 – Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up
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My mom was always VERY protective of me as I was growing up. Regarding
sex, I think she wanted to make sure that I never had to go through what
she did with her father. Sure it all worked out for them in the end, but
it still wasn’t her choice to have sex with her dad and she was
determined my first time with my dad, IF it happened, would be different
with me. She encouraged me to enjoy myself sexually with my friends –
boys and girls, but when it came to anything related to my dad, she was
like a momma bear protecting her cub!
The first time I really remember her interfering with a potential
situation between me and my dad was when I was just over eight years old.
She caught me in the hall, peeking into their bedroom to watch my dad
masturbate. Under the circumstances, she figured the best way to answer
my questions was to let me touch his penis and watch it cum up close for
myself. She waited until we were in the hot tub that evening where she
used my dad to teach me about male masturbation. I can remember like it
was just yesterday how he reacted to my initial clumsy touch. I can also
vaguely recall how several times he asked my mom to make me do something
but I didn’t know what he was talking about. What I DO remember is her
terse response, telling him NO in no uncertain terms.
It’s not that my mom wasn't being turned on watching her little girl
stroke her daddy’s cock, looking so innocent and cute. She once told me
that the look on my face when he came all over me was just priceless and
she always wished she had a camera handy! My mom knew my dad well and
she recognized that her WAS a man as well as a husband and father.
Really, how many men do you think can honestly say they if they had a
cute little naïve eight year-old girl stroking their cock that they would
NOT want more?
Personally, today I think it was really a little unfair of my mother to
put him in that situation. No doubt if my mom hadn’t been there he
probably would have had me suck him, and who knows what else. My mother,
however, kept a tight rein on the situation to make sure nothing of the
kind happened. Once I understand the mechanics of the male penis, she
made sure my dad never did anything like that with me again. It would be
another eight years before I touched my dad’s dick again, all thanks to
her.
Frankly, I have to wonder if maybe she was a little TOO protective.
Would it have really harmed me to suck him a little that night? As I
grew up and matured, there were plenty of times my father must have been
sorely tempted to cross the line with me, especially when I started
masturbating literally day and night. My mom use to laugh when she told
me how she could recall how horny he would get when I started doing
myself in front of him without a care in the world. She didn’t mind
because it would make him horny as hell meaning she got fucked pretty
good later on!
Chapter 9 – My Mom’s Guidance and Support
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My mother was extremely supportive of me as I grew up and I trusted her
enough to talk with her about everything – and I mean EVERYTHING.
Sometimes I think she was reliving her childhood through me, only to a
more extreme degree. When I was little, she would buy me the cutest
skirt outfits that were extremely short, revealing my pink cotton panties
much of the time. Even though I didn't have a figure, she would buy me
bikinis even as a young girl that were considerably more suggestive than
most girls that age were wearing.
When I started showing an interest in masturbation, mom was right there
to help me and guide me. She was heavily into her toys, having a drawer
full of them in the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She showed
me how to use them and offered them to me for whenever I wanted one. My
mom was the one who encouraged me to openly masturbate rather than hide
away in my bedroom. I certainly didn't realize it at the time, but
looking back I have to wonder if perhaps it was her way of compensating
my dad for his holding back from doing anything with me.
Publicly, my mom encouraged me to be an unabashed slut, always telling
me, “If you got it, flaunt it.” Although at times she would pretend to be
aghast at some of my skimpier or more revealing outfits but the reality
is she helped me buy many of the sluttiest ones. Despite her teasing at
times, I can’t remember a single time she made me change into something
more conservative before I could go out. She even seemed to get off a
bit from seeing the reaction I got from people.
As my most trusted confidante, mom was the first person I told after I
sucked my first dick. She was also the first to get the news when the
same boy later took my virginity. Rather than lecture me, she was proud,
relieved, and maybe a little worried. Proud because her little girl had
reached some major milestones in her life. Relieved that it went well
for me (thanks in no small part to her helping me to be prepared).
Worried because she knew she couldn't hold back any longer in get me on
birth control. What I didn't know at the time was how disappointed she
was that my dad wasn’t the one to take my cherry. The shame is, she was
the one that was largely responsible for that.
It’s not like my mom approved of EVERYTHING I did, but even when she
wasn’t thrilled with me she was still supportive and tried to guide me
rather than lecture me. Perhaps the difficult time was when I told her
that I’d been fucked by a dog. THAT really bothered her, I could tell.
She thought that sex with animals was disgusting and was more than a
little disturbed that I’d done such a “nasty” thing. So long as it was
just an experimental thing and not something I did routinely, she was
able to live with it. How wonderful of a mom is that?
Chapter 10 – Sex With My Mom and Dad
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By the time I was sixteen, I’d been having sex with a number of boys from
school but so far showed no signs of any desire to do it with my father.
I guess had I not been raised in such an open environment I might not
have been so naïve and recognized, or at least wondered about the signs.
Sure I knew my dad often had an erection when I was with him, but he had
them all the time anyway so it seemed! Just because he masturbated when
I was around didn’t mean, to me at least, that he was masturbating about
ME. Sure he liked to look at me when I was naked but most men were doing
the same thing and I wasn't having sex with them – at least not most of
them.
It wasn't that my mom was against me having sex with my dad. As rocky as
it may have started between her and her father, she knew how close it had
kept her to her father over the years and how much pleasure she knew her
father got from having sex with his daughters. The point was that she
wanted it to be ME that initiated it. Years later she told me that she
was starting to worry if perhaps she had gone too far in keeping my dad
away from me, perhaps inadvertently raising me to be unaware of my dad’s
lust for me. The way things were going, she wondered if I would ever
even think about sex with my dad, let alone ask.
One night when I came home from a party, I “accidentally” saw my parents
making love in the hot tub on the deck below my bedroom window.
Something about it made me realize I was missing something in my life and
that I wanted to feel my dad’s love in a more intimate manner. What I
did NOT know, at not for years afterwards, was they knew I was home and
so they put on a little extra show for me in hopes I would like what I
saw and maybe even want to join them. My mom told me that she was
actually praying that the kitchen door would open and I would have joined
them that very same night.
Thankfully, it all turned out well in the end. Even though nothing
overtly happened that night, a seed had been planted. They were both
excited when they saw how I was trying to “seduce” my dad after that
night. Ever the conservative one, mom made my dad pretend to ignore me
at first but eventually she let him “give in” to me and we had incestual
sex for the first time (well, it was MY first time). It was such a
wonderful experience and although I still regret that he wasn't my first,
at least I have my mom to thank for helping it to be one of the most, if
not THE most memorable experiences of my life. A little later my mom
joined in and well.... the rest is history as they say.
Chapter 11 – Sex With My Mom
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In the ABOUT ME section of my webpage I devote an entire article on
comparing sex with my mom and dad so I won’t repeat the whole thing here.
As you probably would have guessed, when it comes to having sex with my
parents I spent the most time with my dad - at least 95% of the time in
fact. My mom loved to watch us but only rarely did she get involved.
Sex with my mom was so much different than when I was with my dad that it
was hard to do the two of them together. Usually when we DID get
together as a 3-some, it’ was more my mom and me agreeing to work
together to pleasure my dad more than anything else.
I would make love to my mother to show her my love for her. It’s not
that it was a requirement to have sex with her to prove I loved her. The
key was that I wanted to EXPRESS my love for her through the most
intimate and erotic means available. Sex with my mom was the most
personal and intimate relationship have ever experienced, something that
could only have happened between a mother and her only daughter. My
mother was incredibly passionate when she was in bed with me. When we
were together she could be so loving that it is became almost
overwhelming at times.
Unlike my dad, mom never came out and directly asked me to have sex with
her. Instead, our intimate times seemed to always evolve from other
situations where we were close to one another. The transition from
mother-daughter to lovers just seemed to happen naturally, never forced
or artificial. That transition didn’t happen very often which is the
biggest reason why I had sex far more often with my dad than my mom.
One thing I liked about my mom was that she never put me in a situation
where one of us has to “rise to the occasion”. I can get wet just
thinking of my dad fucking me but it took a lot more to achieve the state
of mind needed for me and my mom to be together. She understood that and
made sure I was always in the right frame of mind and that it was
something natural between us.
Chapter 12 – Why I Miss My Mom
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OK, to get it over with, I miss having sex with my mom. There was
something about being with her intimately that I don't think I will ever
be able to experience again. It was a woman “thing”, a mother “thing”,
perhaps even a bit of a lover “thing”. All-in-all, it was like a rare
recipe that has been lost and can never be repeated.
Now that THAT is out of the way, I miss my mom in so many ways besides
sex. I miss just talking to her, confiding in her, confessing to her. I
miss her smile, her laughter, that naughty little grin she would get when
she was turned on by something I had done. I miss the way she would
tease my dad, demonstrating the incredible love they shared that gave me
such a wonderful life. I miss the way she would give of herself to
anyone who needed her help, never selfish and always with humility and
love. I miss her spiritual guidance, her love for God and Jesus that she
helped to imbed within me. Oh, and I miss her cooking!
Since her sudden and unexpected death, I have laid in my father’s bed,
his cock throbbing inside me, my pussy filled with the warm incestuous
sperm he’d just deposited in me, his strong arms around me holding me
tightly against him. It’s the most wonderful way a father and daughter
can be together – period. It’s at times like this when I most vividly
recall how I would lay together with my mother, our smooth naked bodies
pressed tightly together, our pussies rubbing against each other’s with
perhaps a dildo joining them.
Thankfully when the tears begin to flow, I have my father’s dick inside
of me to remind me of his love for me and his support. While I know I
can never replace my mother – and would NEVER even DREAM of even trying,
I’m happy that I can support him in his time of need as only his daughter
can.
I love you Mom!
Your loving daughter, Kelly
THE END
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