Subject: Mother's Day
Story Codes: MF oral incest father daughter mother son
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: May 12, 2013
Summary
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Unfortunately I couldn't treat my own mother this year but now that I'm
married I have a mother-in-law to take care of. Well, maybe I didn't do as
good as job as her son did. Meanwhile, just because it was Mother's Day
didn't mean my father didn't get the attention he deserves as well.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Dealing (or not) with Incest
Chapter 2 - Mother's Day Also Falls on Sunday
Chapter 3 - Dinner With My Mother-in-Law
Chapter 4 - Steve's Mom Gets All the Attention
Chapter 1 - Dealing (or not) with Incest
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If you believe all the ridiculous stories posted on the Internet about
incest, then you may think that getting started is easy. After all,
according to the stories, all you need is any of the following:
1. Mom or dad dies leaving a loving daughter or son to help their
emotionally distraught father or mother deal with the anguish.
I?d say that this is the premise for over half the published
stories. If you ask me it?s just plain stupid and way overdone.
Do I really have to explain why? Really, can?t people at least TRY
to be realistic? Would it really hurt so bad to be a LITTLE
original?
2. Someone gets hurt so a family member has to ?make them feel better?
or even sillier, ?help? them use the bathroom. This is similar to
#1 only this can be anyone in the family such that they need
"assistance". Yeah right, when your leg?s in a cast and you?re in
pain, all you want it to fuck your sister. Like give me a break!
2. Parents leave their kids home on their own and next thing you know
their having sex. Oh yeah, this is just what happens when
siblings are put together. Maybe in some pervert?s fantasies but
in real life? Sure... and by the way I?ve a great bridge in
Brooklyn for sale if you?re that gullible.
3. Go camping and it rains forcing parents to share a sleeping bag
with their naked kids, or the kids have to share. Like doesn't
anyone ever bring along the basic necessities when they camp? Even
then, no matter how they may wet, who really gets in the same
sleeping bag naked with their kid?
4. Bring home your girlfriend and she wants nothing more than to
seduce your father or brother. I?m pretty sure it isn?t stretching
anything to say that most every dad LOOKS at his daughter's friends
HOPING for such an outcome but as for really having sex with them?
I think the answer?s pretty obvious.
5. "Open" family attitudes towards nudity and sex lead to incest at
puberty - or earlier. Actually this may be the least objectionable
rationalization of the bunch. Still, the few nudists I?ve known
all tell me that if anything their kids are LESS inclined to having
sex with each other simply because nudity isn't taboo and thus the
sexual associations that normally go hand in hand with nudity
aren?t part of the equation.
I?m sure I could go on for another page or more but by now you get the
picture. In real life things are a LOT different. Trust me, I know from
experience. Assuming nobody gets raped or pressured by a horny father who
just wants to get off fucking a young girl, having sex with your parents is
probably the last thing most kids think about. Heck, most kids I know can't
even imagine their parents doing each other, let alone wanting to actively
participate.
While I really hate using the term" open" when describing my upbringing, it's
not like I was raised by prudes. We weren't nudists by any means but at the
same time nobody screamed if someone walked in the bathroom while the other
was getting out of the shower. The only place where we were deliberately
nude together as a family was in the hot tub and even then our custom was to
wear something or another whenever you weren't actually in it. Sure, I may
have tanned on the deck topless now and then (I think tan lines are sexy so
it isn?t often) but when I got up I would put on something to cover me up at
least a little bit.
My parents taught me all about the birds and bees in great detail at a
relatively early age - eight to be exact. At the time it was more in
response to my newfound curiosity about seeing my dad masturbate than to
"groom me" as a number of people have argued. OK, so that was the ONE time I
stroked by dad off but it was only with my hand and under the close
supervision of my mother who was more interested in telling me all the
analytical details than making it anything erotic. Once the lesson was over,
any such activities were strictly forbidden, at least so far as my father was
concerned.
Probably the one thing that was a little different in my family that made the
eventual leap to incest a little less intimidating was my parent's attitude
towards masturbation. Rather than trying to hide and disparage an act that
virtually every person does, my parents encouraged me to explore myself and
masturbate frequently and openly. Really it was just common sense when You
think about it. Like, what's the point in watching something hot on TV and
then running up to your room to do what everyone knows you're doing anyway?
The point is that rather than treat masturbation as a taboo act to be hidden
and ashamed of, it was just a normal activity that didn't really attract any
attention. At least that's the why I felt about it.
Similar to masturbation, my parents also encouraged me to have an active sex
life. Think about it... you're in the most sexually driven stage of your
life and people will try to tell you not to do it! When else in your life
will you ever have the stamina and hormones of a young teenager? Unlike
masturbation, my parent's never did anything in front of me as they
considered sex to be a private part of their marriage that she kept between
themselves. Their reasoning was based more on the sanctity of their marriage
than any worries about who saw them. Still, they didn?t mind me bringing
home a date and doing it in my bedroom with the door cracked open or in the
hot tub under the upstairs windows. It really didn't bother me if they
watched so long as my date didn't find out and freak. If anything, it made
me feel more secure knowing my dad was there to protect me in case things got
out of hand.
So with all that you would think that I?d have been drooling to fuck my dad
when I was twelve and masturbating a couple of times a day. Well, according
to the sex story industry I should have been grinding in his lap and doing
everything I could to get him to do just that. Well, in the real world
things are a little bit different to say the least. The truth is, I NEVER
even THOUGHT about having sex with my dad while growing up, even after I
started what soon became quite an active sex life. If anything, being the
class slut made me think even LESS about sex with my dad because I just
figured my dad was just teasing when he would call me his "little slut" and
such.
Now don't go thinking that my dad was some sort of Hallmark TV figure who
never contemplating such things. I mean like my dad IS a man and men have
urges and fantasies that they often can't quite control. Like duh! of
course he got horny - a LOT if the amount he masturbated said anything about
the matter. If I was wearing something sexy or masturbating on the couch he
would usually get an erection. I knew when he watched me having sex with my
boyfriends that he was stroking himself. Most times than not when I was on
his lap there was a definite lump under my butt, especially when I wasn't
wearing anything over it. Still, my mom had explained to me early on what
happens when men see girls like me and I just took it as a natural reaction -
no different than when other men and boys looked at me. To me it was a
compliment and I have to admit that I may have teased him now and then
because it DID make me feel good to see him react that way. But did that
mean I wanted my dad to fuck me? No way. Be serious for a minute and think
about it. Why would I?
It wasn't that I didn't WANT my dad to fuck me, the point is I never really
even THOUGHT about it as a possibility. I?d never even would have heard
about incest except for porn sites or when it made the news. So far as I was
concerned, incest was something dirty that only perverts did - no different
than smoking or taking drugs. I loved my dad and I would?ve done anything
for him. No doubt had he asked me I would have allowed him to fuck me but it
would have been to please him, not because I was sexually attracted to him.
After all, it wasn't like I wasn't getting enough cock from the boys I met at
school and church! I may have started a little late compared to most of my
friends, but by the time I was fifteen I'd firmly established myself as the
class slut - and was damn proud of it! By my junior year I was unofficially
voted the school slut although my cousin Kristi was doing her best to rob me
of that title.
Actually I don't think my situation was all that different from many
families, even those where the father engages in underage sex. It's amazing
to me how many fathers will tell me about having sex with young girls but
then try to deny such feelings for their own daughters. Even those that do
admit to having them will almost always say they would feel guilty doing
their own daughter and so never do her. LOTS of father have masturbation
fantasies about their own daughters as proven by the tributes they send me,
but when it comes to acting on those urges it's all talk and fantasy in the
end. Sure I know these days that my dad wanted to fuck me from the time I
first jerked him off in the hot tub but did he ever actually DO anything
towards that end - the answer is a firm ?no?. It was my mother that kept him
at bay but I'm sure he could've tried sneaking it in me at some point if he
was really THAT infatuated with me.
Finally, there are many people that lead active sex lives and even
participate in swaps and swinging parties that won't cross the line into
incest. An extreme example are some of the parents at the family parties my
husband loves to attend enjoy fucking other people's kids but claim they
never do their own when they get home. Actually, it's a higher percentage
than what I think most people would guess - MUCH higher. In some ways I?m
glad as I don't believe incest is for everyone, or even a majority of people.
Allowing your kids to feel uninhibited and even enjoying underage pussy
and/or cock of their own with other kids their age is healthy and makes it
more easily dealt with if later when their feelings and emotions change.
When it comes to incest you can never be too careful. After all, once you
fuck your own family it's like taking on a permanent mark that can never be
removed or forgotten.
Personally I've seen many sides of the issues played out and I can't say one
is better than the other. For me the tipping point was when I finally
watched my parents making love in the hot tub when they didn?t know I was
home. Seeing their love and joy expressed in an intimacy that went beyond
anything I'd ever seen between them showed me a side of sex that until then
I'd never experienced or even witnessed.
For me, the past two years had been all about having fun and feeling good.
The concept that I could share myself with someone that allowed for love and
respect in the most intimate way was like a revelation to my young sixteen
year-old head. For the first time I saw sex more than something to make me
feel good. It was a way I could make someone ELSE feel good and do it for
THEM, not ME. Yeah, I loved to suck a guy off and make him feel good, but to
be honest it was more an ego trip for me than it was anything about him. Oh
my god, more than anything else I wanted to submit myself to my father and
yield myself to him, something I'd never even thought about before. Given my
hard-won reputation as a bit of a control freak when it came to sex. this was
more significant than it may appear at first glance.
And so it began, becoming what is now a part of my life that I can't even
imagine NOT having. I've always maintained from the start that I knew my dad
loved me before we had sex and I know that he would love me just as much even
if he never fucked me again. I don't NEED my father to fuck me to tell me he
loves me but it certainly adds something extra that wouldn't be possible
except through the blessings of incestual sex.
But that's me. I'll never try and say my life has been typical or even
"normal". I've been VERY fortunate and I thank God every day when I pray for
his guidance and the gifts he has given me that make me able to fulfill my
father's needs and desires. Still, not everyone feels the same as me...
starting with my husband.
When Steve married me he knew I was having sex with my dad. Indeed, after
some horrible experiences in my past I knew that I could never say my vows to
a man who couldn?t accept that part of me. It was something I can't imagine
living without and no matter how much I loved Steve, I couldn't take on a new
responsibility only to abandon another. Thus just before Steve proposed I
told him the full truth which of course he didn't believe. It's not that he
didn?t think I had an unusually close relationship with my dad but at the
same time he couldn?t imagine it was so far as incest. That day he watched
from the closet as my dad fucked me and then he believed. As things have
turned out, that was the first AND last time he ever has watched me having
sex with my dad, even so much as a blowjob.
It's not like Steve is some sort of prude - far from it indeed! Like the guy
was fucking plenty of other girls long before he took my virginity and he's
had more than his fair share over the years since. He?s another one of those
guys that LOVES fucking young girls who are part of someone else's family but
to do one in his own? Never. Indeed, his sister Sharon was one of my best
friends who was insanely jealous that I was fucking her brother most every
day. She tried everything but he coldly rejected her every advance no matter
how far she would go. Eventually she turned her attention to their younger
brother who was more than happy to fuck his older sister. Today they even
live together under the guise of being married, something that drives Steve
insane whenever the subject comes up.
The ONLY time a crack appeared in his wall against incest was the time his
mother caught the two of us fucking in their basement. Of the three of us it
would have been impossible to determine who was hornier - his mom after
watching us, Steve who was fucking me hard in a state of pure lust when she
walked in, or me feeling the shock of being caught by his mom on their couch
with her son drilling me deep. Considering the emotional state of everyone
at the time, it's not that hard to picture what happened next. I witnessed
incest for the first time in my life as Steve and his mother fucked each
other for the first time, Steve even cumming inside his mother's wet pussy.
That was the first AND last time such a thing ever happened between them. In
fact today neither of them will even discuss the matter and if anything,
Steve gets quick testy if I push the matter to put it mildly. A couple of
our biggest arguments since we got married have been around that very
subject.
I said Steve knew about me and my dad but I did NOT say he approved of it.
Yes, he tolerates it because he loves me enough to look past what I do with
my dad but he won't do more than that. He's never even seen me hold my dad's
dick since we said our vows and he refuses to even have sex at my dad's
house. Fortunately my wonderful husband has never so much as hinted that I
should stop fulfilling my duties and obligations as my father's daughter, but
that doesn't mean he encourages them either.
As for Marlene, Steve's mom, she hasn?t a clue that I enjoy sex with my
father let alone that her son?s fucking several of the women in my family -
including my own mother! While Steve may not approve of what I do with my
dad he isn?t the least bit afraid to take full advantage of the "benefits" of
marrying am incest girl. He loves fucking my mom the most - something about
that mother-daughter fantasy nurtured by most men I'm sure. With my mom
living so far away though he doesn?t get much of chance to be with her so
these days it's her younger sister, my Aunt Linda, who gets most of his
"attention". Steve also is with Kristi, my aunt's only daughter, now and
then but he's never been all that excited about sex with her. Although he
insists that it?s got nothing to do with it, I?m convinced it because of her
prostitution background.
Marlene may not know about what goes on behind closed doors in my family but
she IS fully aware of the goings on between her youngest two children. Given
her reaction whenever the subject of Jim and Sharon comes up, I?m sure that
if she ever found out about me and my dad that she would probably disown me.
Well, maybe things wouldn?t be THAT bad but still I'm positive that we
wouldn?t enjoy the close relationship we have today. In many ways she treats
me better than her own daughters and when I call her mom, it's not me kissing
her ass but rather a heartfelt tribute.
Pardon me for maybe sounding a little sorry for myself, but from my
perspective I?m the one who has to make the most compromises and deal with
the most issues. Marlene may feel bitterness and even a little disgust with
the way her two youngest kids have turned out, but it?s not like they live
next door or even in the same state to where she has to worry about what the
neighbors will think.
Actually I think it?s my husband who?s getting the best end of things -
literally. As the head of our household I submit to his every sexual need
even when it means I have to engage in sexual activities that aren?t exactly
on my list of favorite things to do. My Aunt Linda dotes on him like he?s
the son she never had, sometimes even stopping by for a quickie (and not so
quick sometimes). Perhaps best of all for him, she provides him access to
family sex parties even though technically he doesn?t meet the requirements
to participate as he doesn?t have a son or daughter himself. My mother
practically drools over him to where it?s almost embarrassing. Even my
cousin Kristi will set aside most anything when he shows just the occasional
interest although I think with her it?s more to do with her doing him in
front of me than my husband?s sexual prowess. Although he refuses to be
around when I?m with my dad sexually, any other time he and my dad get along
like old school buddies even though there?s a more than twenty year age gap.
Meanwhile, while everyone else is fulfilling their fantasies, I have to walk
on eggshells around Steve?s mom to be sure I never let anything slip that
might alert her to what goes on with my family. Even harder, I have to just
sit and watch while she and Steve fool around like two middle school kids on
the couch, groping and kissing but never quite crossing the line. I always
seem to be figuring how to balance my duties as a wife and those of being a
daughter which can be extremely difficult at times, especially given how
horny and possessive they each can be.
I was talking to my best friend Beth not long ago about this very subject.
Beth knows about most everything in my life, probably more than even my
husband I think sometimes. Not only is she one of the few people outside my
family that knows about me and my dad, she?s actually one of the few girls my
dad ever fucked while married to my mom. Make that one of two with the other
being my mom?s best friend. Like many people she finds my incestual sex life
interesting but also like most people, Beth has never had any interest in
doing any such thing with her own father or brother.
Actually I found myself telling Beth much of the same that I?ve been writing
up until now, then asking her for her advice. As always, she had an opinion
and wasn?t afraid to express it...
?Kelly, why the HELL do you put up with it?? she huffed, folding her arms as
she glared at me, ?Sometimes you carry this ?submission? thing a little far,
don't you think??
It wasn?t the first time she?d lectured me on the subject. To put it mildly,
Beth didn?t agree one bit with my philosophy on submission. Having gotten
married not that long ago herself, she and her husband had a much different
arrangement where supposedly they were ?equals?. Well, there?s no such thing
as ANY type of relationship where two people can be totally equal and from
what I?d seen so far, theirs was no exception to the rule. I would bet they
have already had several times more fights and arguments since getting
married than Steve and I have had after being married more than twice as
long. If anything, it just proves my point on why submission is so good for
a marriage but she won?t listen to reason and facts.
Beth apparently took my lack of response as me disagreeing with her which was
true, but then I really didn't want to say so.
?Seriously... you have to see it Kelly, Steve?s taking advantage of you and
you need to stand up for yourself!?
I could feel my face redden a bit but it wasn't embarrassment that was
raising my blood pressure. Best friend or not, there WERE lines not to cross
and Beth knew better than anyone how seriously I took this.
Beth was on a roll though and continued... ?So let me make a prediction
here... you go to his mother?s house, the two of them play footsie on the
couch leaving you on the sidelines like it?s some sort of spectator sport,
and then what? The two of you put on some sort of show for her to watch?
Kelly you know I love you dearly but even you have to admit that?s sort of
sick.?
?But he?s my husband and I have to...? I started to refute her but she cut me
off mid sentence...
?BULLSHIT! You don't HAVE to do anything. C?mon girlfriend, who the hell
taught you that line of crap? Look in the mirror for God?s sake. You?re
young, sexy as hell and smarter than the average bear. Steve would do
ANYTHING if you held out for just one day and you know it.?
True or not, THAT set me off and before I realized what I was saying this
came out...
?Now listen to me as I?m only going to say this once... I would NEVER do that
to my husband,? I said in a stern and unyielding voice, ?You may not care
about treating your husband right but I do. Remember before lecturing me
that it?s not like I?ve ever showed up at YOUR door looking for a place to
stay the night.?
It was a low blow to bring up something that I?d promised never to bring up
with her. That night when she and her husband had really gone at it was
probably the low point of her new marriage and for me to use it now against
her was pretty bad of me and I instantly regretted it.
?Oh Beth, I?m soooooo sorry,? I pleaded as she rose abruptly and started to
head for the door.
She wasn't listening and after opening the apartment door she turned to me
with tears streaming from her eyes.
?Well fuck you Kelly. At least I have my self respect... I haven?t caved on
my morals just because my husband wants to screw little girls... And I?m no
doormat for my mother-in-law. My parents didn't groom me to be their little
sex toy. So you know what? You can go fuck yourself. Or do you need your
overlord husband?s permission to do THAT now??
With that she stormed out and I found myself in tears. I couldn't ever
remember her saying anything like that to me before. Oh sure we?ve had our
fair share of fights and arguments over the years - what best friends
haven?t? But she?d never said those type of things to me before.
About an hour later she called and apologized and we both cried our eyes out
on the phone making up to one another. Still, later that night after I?d
dutifully sucked off my husband I was laying there in bed naked next to him
and found myself lost in thought as he drifted off to sleep.
If anyone else but my closest friend had said the things Beth had I would?ve
shrugged them off. Heck, over the years those would have sounded downright
complimentary compared to some of the things people have said to me. But
when they?re from the one person you trust with your deepest secrets they
take on new meaning.
Was it true? Was what she said the truth? Could I possibly be THAT big of
an idiot to be so blind as to not see the truth? The part about my parents
?grooming? me bothered me. I can?t even begin to estimate how many have said
something similar to me over the years but I never took it seriously, figured
it was just idiots on the Internet jealous of what I had with my family.
Noooooo, she was just lashing out and said it just to hurt me without
thinking. Indeed, I?d given this a lot of thought to this very matter over
the years once people started throwing it at me and I?ve always come to the
same conclusion. In any case, so what if they HAD groomed me? If anything I
should be thankful that they cared enough about me to prepare me for my
proper role in life.
No, the part that REALLY made me think was the deal with Steve and his
mother. I had to admit that even I got frustrated at times with them. More
than once I DID feel like she was using us for her own self-gratification,
even if she strongly denied any such thoughts. C?mon, really? She sits in
the room and watches her son fucking me and she?s not getting off about it
later? Either she?s lying through her teeth or she?s one really twisted
personality.
Was it time I pressed for the real reason why my husband and his mother had
one of the oddest relationships I?d ever heard of between a son and his
mother? There HAD to be more to what either of them had told me. It was
downright crazy the way they pushed the line so hard and then tried to act as
if nothing happened. What did they do when I wasn't around? Steve adamantly
claimed that if anything it was less than when I was there as my presence
apparently stimulated them both but I was starting to wonder if that was just
to boost my ego.
Well, we?d find out soon enough. Maybe the time had finally come. Was I
ready for the answer?
To be continued...