The Incest Gene
Is there a gene for incest? Science would argue against it, because incest tends to produce genetic defects, most of which are disadvantageous to survival, and the gene would eventually breed itself out. Or would it?
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They would have called my daddy a child molester, but have you bothered to look up the work "molest" in a dictionary lately? "To bother, interfere with or annoy", it says, and that's not what my daddy did. What he did do, was love me. And I loved him back, oh yes, how I loved him! He was the best dad a little girl could have wanted, and I wanted him to do the things he did to me, the things that could have gotten him sent to jail, had anyone found us out. I guess I knew instinctively not to talk about it, and I never did.
From as early as I can remember, we would shower together and he'd soap my body all over, my little butt and skinny legs, my bee-sting nipples, then he'd soap between my legs, taking his sweet time, and slide his finger all the way into me. "We have to get your pee pee nice and clean," he'd say, and I'd smile. I guess I was about four or five years old and at some point he must have popped my cherry, but I don't remember it. Soon I began to notice that when he washed me in the shower, his dick would get hard and when I asked him why, he said, "It's because my dick loves you just as much as I do. When it gets big and stiff, it's happy, and I'm happy, too." More than anything, I wanted to make my dad happy. One night, in the shower, when I must have been five or six, I said, "I'm gonna wash your dick, Daddy." I rubbed soap on my hands and grasped his shaft, marveling at the way it felt and the way his foreskin slid back and forth. He let out a deep sigh. "That feels so good, my sweet. Let's get it nice and clean." After that I washed his dick every night until one night he shot a load of cum all over the glass door of the shower. He explained to me what had happened, what cum was and that it was harmless, and how good it had felt for him. After that I jerked him off a couple of times a week and one time, his cum sprayed all over my chest. "Oops, sorry," he said, and I laughed, trying to wipe it off with my hand. I only succeeded in spreading it all over my chest.
"I don't mind, Daddy. I know it makes you happy." Then he hosed me off and dried me with a big fluffy towel, carried me into my bedroom, put my nightie on me and tucked me into bed, giving me a big, sloppy kiss.
"I love you so much, sweetheart."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
As I grew older, he seemed to grow more and more attached to me, hugging and kissing me at every opportunity. He would help me dress in the morning and undress at night and started taking pictures of me in my underwear, or naked. I was delighted by this, and posed in the most provocative ways that I could imagine, reveling in showing my body off. I'd learned long before that he loved to look up my skirt at my little white cotton panties and took every chance that I could to give him a nice view. One night he told me his boss was coming to dinner the following evening, and I was to be very polite to him. "You have to be nice and friendly, and if he wants to look up your skirt, that would be a good thing." Sure enough, after dinner, his boss was staring at me as I sat on the couch with my knees up under my chin, legs apart, white panties on display. Later, Daddy told me to show his boss how well I could do a cartwheel, and then I did a handstand, holding myself upside-down for a long as I could while my dress dropped, showing off my underwear up to the armpits. His boss applauded, saying how pretty I was, how lucky Daddy was to have such a sexy daughter. The next day, my dad came home and told me he'd been promoted and would now earn a lot more money. "Thanks to you, my precious. He really liked you."
"This is what he liked," I said, lifting my dress up under my chin, showing off my cotton panties. "I know, because it's what you like." My dad smiled and told me for the fiftieth time how hot I looked in my undies.
I must have been nine years old when one night, after our shower, he laid me down naked on my bed and started kissing my nipples, then my belly button and finally slid down the bed until he was kissing my vagina. I had stopped calling it my pee pee by then. I could feel his tongue probing, trying to get inside me, and I gripped his head and pulled him to me. It felt really nice, all tingly and exciting. He told me how good I tasted. The next night, in the shower, after I'd washed his dick, I said, "It's like a big lollipop."
"What do you do with lollipops?"
"Me? I suck `em," I said and dropped to my knees, licking his dick from shaft to tip and then taking it in my mouth. I could only get an inch or two in there, but I could still lick the head with my tongue. Suddenly, he pulled my head off his dick and came all over my shoulder.
"You're a good cocksucker, my darling."
"I'm a cocksucker," I sang quietly to myself as he cleaned me up, "I'm a sexy little cocksucker."
"You don't mind sucking my cock?"
"Oh, Daddy, I love it. I'm gonna suck it every night from now on." And I did. One time he came in my mouth and was profusely apologetic, but I told him I liked the taste, even if it wasn't exactly true. But it wasn't too bad and I soon got used to it.
It was soon after that that he produced a dildo, a big rubbery plastic dick, black in color, and asked my to stick it up his butt hole. "It's gonna feel really good," he said. He went on to explain that he had a black friend with a big dick who liked to put it up my daddy's hole, and Daddy liked it a lot. "If you had a dick," he said, "I'd want you to stick it inside me."
"Do you want to put yours inside ME?" I asked.
"No, darling, it would hurt too much. Maybe later, when you're older." He lay on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest while I shoved the dildo up his butt. "All the way, my love, now in and out, yes, like that! Oh, that feels so fucking good! Harder, faster, yes, yes!" His dick had gone soft so I took it in my mouth. I got almost all of it in, and then I felt it growing big and hard. It was an awesome experience, feeling it grow, knowing it was I who was causing it to get so stiff. Then I jerked him off until he came all over his chest. I removed the dildo, took it into the bathroom and washed it off and washed my hands. That night, Daddy let me sleep in his bed, curled up with him. I loved him so much.
I was eleven when he first fucked me. We had showered, and I was lying on his bed, naked with my legs wide apart, showing off my vagina, and as usual, he started to lick it. Soon he came up for air and lay on his back, his stiff dick poking up invitingly. I straddled him and started rubbing my clit against his dick. I wanted him to fuck me, in fact, I'd wanted it for some time, now. I looked into his eyes and said, "Daddy, I want your dick inside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes please, Daddy, please, I really want it." I lifted myself up, grasped his dick and placed the tip at my vagina. I slowly lowered myself down until it started to slide in. It didn't hurt a bit, in fact I'd never felt anything so good in my life. As it went all the way in right up to the hilt, I felt a huge thrill ripple out through my whole body, my toes curled and I let out a cry. "Daddy! Daddy!" I collapsed on top of him. He put his arms round me and told me again and again that he loved me. Then he moved his hips up and down, deep and fast and then I felt him pulsing, just like he would when he would come in my mouth, and I knew he was filling my up with his cum. It was the happiest moment of my life, then and after. We loved each other so much. After that, I slept in his bed every night, and almost every night he fucked me.
In the mornings, when the alarm went off, I'd slide down the bed and take his dick in my mouth, feeling it grow hard, until he'd say, "I gotta pee." I liked to watch him pee and we'd pee together in the shower. He used to go down on his knees and let me pee on his dick, then his chest and finally on his face. Sometimes he'd even drink it. When we were out in the yard, he tell me to lift up my skirt and pee through my panties. One time he took a picture of me doing this. He took a lot of pictures. He said he took them so that when I wasn't around, he would be able to look at them and jerk off. I didn't think that this was at all odd, because sometimes at school during a lesson, I'd be thinking about my daddy's big dick and I'd want to rub myself down there. Instead, I'd just flash my white panties to the male teacher and watch him get flustered. I thought this was highly amusing, but I was just a little girl learning how powerful her sexuality can be. I told my dad about flashing my teacher and with a smile, added, "I suppose I'm a little slut."
"Yes, you are, pumpkin, but you're MY little slut and I love sluts. Come here, you little fox and show your panties to me."
I was twelve when I got pregnant.
* * *
Daddy had put me on the pill as soon as I'd gotten my period, but either I fucked up or it just didn't work. He was devastated when I told him and said he wanted me to get an abortion. I told him I wanted to keep it and we had a long argument. I won, but after that he didn't want to fuck me anymore. He said he still loved me, and I would suck him off from time to time, but it was never the same. I grew big and fat and I felt ugly, and some months after that, my son was born. I was terrified that he would have twelve fingers, or two heads or something, but he was a normal healthy baby. I named him Paul.
Dad's apartment was too small for three, so I went to live with grandma. I saw Dad on the weekends, but we weren't having sex anymore. Looking after my son kept me too busy and when I was fifteen, I dropped out of school and went to work in a strip club. I'd produced a fake ID, so they thought I was eighteen. I loved the work, and could get quite excited taking my clothes off in front of strange men, showing off my tits and my cunt. I was pretty inventive, making my own costumes and figuring out new ways to get the customers turned on. I learned how to pick up a beer bottle with my cunt, and the tips flowed in. The money was terrific and soon I enrolled my son in daycare. I worked all the hours I could and saved every spare dollar. When I was twenty, I quit and started work at an upscale escort agency. In reality, I was a high-priced hooker, and the money started rolling in. I would get tips and inside information from Wall St. guys and I'd play the stock market, buying puts and calls, leveraging my investments, and started making a shitload of money. At the age of 24, I quit, bought a nice big condo, picked up my son from Granma and moved in. He was twelve. I was twenty four. I never told him who his father was.
* * *
I had seen very little of my son since I'd left school, having to work late hours and weekends. Now I could work whenever I wanted to, and I kept some of my best clients from the agency, the nice, clean, generous ones who would sometimes buy me gifts. There were some women, too, married lesbians who hadn't come out to their husbands. I'd discovered that I loved gay sex, having my pussy eaten just the way my daddy used to do it, and for me, licking a clit was just as exciting as sucking a dick. I love the smell of pussy to this day, even the smell of my own sex turns me on.
Now that I had time to spare, I focused on my son. He'd grown into a handsome boy, slightly effeminate with his page-boy haircut and perfect complexion. Some girls would kill for skin like his. Every time I looked at him, I thought of my dad, whose presence I missed. I would still see Dad, once a month or so, and I'd give him a quick hand job for old time's sake, but our hot passion for each other had become a comfortable warm glow. He was proud of me, my success and my independence.
If there's a gene for pedophilia, then I inherited it from my dad. Now that I had time to spend with Paul, I was beginning to notice how sexy he was. Although he still had a little-boy look, he had begun to grow hair under his arms and his voice started to break. Whenever I saw him in the bathroom, naked or in his white boxer-briefs, I could see he was turning into a man. And he was starting to look at me in the same way that my clients did. I pretended not to notice, but I did make a point of hanging out in all sorts of provocative attire, see-through nighties, negligees, a variety of sexy panties and bras, and sometimes a very short slip with no panties. I would sometimes catch a glimpse of him in a mirror or reflected in a window, staring at me as I paraded around in various stages of undress. One of my tricks was to let a shoulder strap slip off, allowing me to "accidentally" expose one of my tits. Often, I gave him a nice up-skirt view of my see-through panties, or I would come out of the shower wrapped in a towel that was too short, exposing my shaved cunt. Letting him see all these "forbidden" things was just as thrilling to me as showing off my panties to my dad had been. Stripping in public for money was one thing, showing off for my son was somehow much more intimate and erotic. Often, when I came home and found him sitting in the living room, I'd start to undress in front of him, lifting my dress up over my head to expose a sheer slip, under which he could see my white panties, garters and stockings. He'd have a book or something covering his crotch so I couldn't see if he had a hard-on, though I've no doubt that he did. I made every effort to be in the bathroom the same time that he was, to see him in his briefs and to admire his lovely body. He'd be cleaning his teeth and I'd lift my skirt, pull my panties down, sit on the john and pee, smiling at him.
One Sunday morning, I came into his bedroom while he was still asleep. It had been a hot night and he was covered up to his waist by only a sheet, lying on his back. I could see that he had a hard-on, as most guys do first thing in the morning. I sat down gently beside him and slid the sheet down, exposing his white briefs, bulging in the front. I was wearing a sheer blue nylon nightie which hid nothing. With the back of my fingers, I brushed the front of his briefs, and he immediately flinched and woke up, pushing my hand aside.
"Hey, Mom, what're you doing?"
"I'm fondling your cock," I said, putting my hand back on his bulge. "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers. Yes, like that. You're growing up to be a quite a guy." He blushed. "Don't be embarrassed, all guys wake up with a hard-on." Now, I had a thumb and two fingers stroking his bulge. "Your cock is almost a big as my Daddy's. He had a lovely cock. He used to love it when I played with it."
"You played with your dad's cock?" he asked, incredulously.
"How old were you?"
"Your age, a bit younger, actually."
"Wow, Mom! Did he make you do it?"
"Hell, no. I loved it. I used to wash it in the shower. Now, don`t move, I`m gonna take your briefs off." He lifted his hips as I slid them down over his hips and his stiff cock sprang out, looking just like my dad's, only smaller, a respectable five inches, with plenty of foreskin. With his briefs down at mid-thigh, he looked so fucking sexy. "How long have you been jerking off?" I asked him.
He hesitated. "I don't jerk off."
I smiled. "Liar. Of course you jerk off. All guys jerk off. Your teachers jerk off. Jerry Falwell jerks off. Even the fucking president jerks off. I'm guessing you're good for twice a day, maybe three times on weekends. Don't be embarrassed, jerking off is a good thing. I masturbate as well. One day I'll let you watch." Now I had my fist round this cock, gently stroking it, pulling his foreskin all the way back, releasing that beautiful cock aroma, then forward again. He was thrusting his hips upwards, his knees braced flat, starting to breath hard. I slowly increased the pace of my strokes, saying, "I want you to cum, my darling. Cum for me, Paul. Shoot a big load of cum for your mom." I laid my cheek down on his stomach, facing his cock, pumping away, faster and faster until he sprayed his cum on my face, not a big load, but pretty good for a twelve year old. "Oh, nice! Nice! I love having cum on my face." I looked at him, my gorgeous son, his flushed face wearing a big smile. "I think you liked that," I said. "Anytime you're feeling horny, I can take care of you. You only have to ask. We're gonna have a lot of fun together, just like my dad and me."
One afternoon, when he came home from school, I was sitting in the living room, fully dressed in a business suit, nylon stockings, the whole bit. "I'm gonna take a shower," I said. "I want you to undress me."
"Don't tell me you don't want to?"
"Well, I guess. . ." I stood up and moved close to him. "You like watching me undress, don't you? Now It's your turn. First my skirt, then my blouse," I said. He reached for me, doing what he was told. His eyes went big as I stood there in my sheer slip, short enough to expose the tops of my stockings. I reached out and unzipped his pants and let them fall. In just a T shirt and boxer briefs, he looked pretty hot, his erection beginning to show. He started to take my slip off, but I said, "Not yet. Take my panties off, first." I lifted the front of my slip to show my full cut lacy white panties and he dropped to his knees and pulled them down. His face was just inches in front of my cunt, which was already wet, the hot smell of my sex wafting up to where I could inhale it myself. "Sniff my panties, Paul," I said. "All guys like to sniff panties." He pressed them against his face and breathed in the sharp scent of my cunt. Then I took my slip off and Paul leaned back to look at me. "Do I look sexy?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck! You look incredible."
"Keep this vision in your mind, so that you can jerk off to it later. I'll get excited if I think you're jerking off to me." I reached behind and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall. "You like my tits, darling?" My small boobs didn't need any support. I pulled up a chair in front of where he was still kneeling and sat on it, my legs wide apart. One by one he unclipped my garters and I unhooked it a the back and threw it aside. Then he lovingly peeled my stockings down my legs, gazing at my shaved cunt, glistening with moisture. I wasn't sure if he was ready to eat pussy at his tender age, so I said, "Let's go get in the shower." In the bathroom, I pulled down his briefs and took his T shirt off. His cock was rigid as I took hold of it and pulled him into the shower. Under the warm water, I soaped him all over, washing his stiff cock thoroughly, then handed him the soap. "Do my tits," I said, turning to face him. He gently lathered my boobs, feeling my nipples get hard at his touch. "Now down between my legs." My heart was racing as his hand went down to my cut and his middle finger went inside me. "This is exactly what my daddy did to my when I was even younger than you," I said. "I loved it. His finger felt so good inside me, just like yours does. Watch, and I'll show you what I really like." I spread my pussy lips, then put my first and second fingers either side of my clit and rubbed them up and down. "See, it's like a little dick. You can wank it off, just like you do to your own." I took his hand and placed it where mine had been. "Oh, fuck! That feels so good. I think you're gonna make me cum!" Meanwhile my hand was on his cock, slowly stroking back and forth, and he came before I did, dropping a blob of cum on my thigh. I scooped it up with my finger, before the water could wash it off, and put it in my mouth. "Mmm, taste's good. I love the taste of cum." I kissed him on the lips. "You're a big boy, now, almost a man. I do love you, darling."
"I love you, too, Mom," he said.
* * *
Of course Paul was aware that I was still seeing clients, three or four a week. Most were wealthy businessmen, clients I stole from the agency. I was always surprised how many of them liked anal sex, even when vaginal sex was available. I quite liked it myself, having a cock up my ass while fingers worked on my clit was a nice way to cum. One time, I had two clients at once, one up my ass and one up my cunt. It was pretty intense, almost as nice as being fucked by my daddy. I was also amazed by how many men like to have things shoved up their asses. Fingers, dildos, tongues, cucumbers, they all seemed to like it. I didn't mind rimming a guy, but licking the butt hole of a girl was much nicer. One of my clients was a thirty-something married career woman called Helen who had discovered the joys of gay sex only a year or so ago. She always seemed to be pressed for time, and would reserve my services for just one hour, generally early in the evening. One day I said to Paul, "I have a special treat for you. How would you like to watch while Helen eats my pussy?" He was speechless. "Yeah, you can hide in the closet when she arrives and watch through the louvered door. She won't be able to see you." I've never seen him so excited about anything. When the doorbell rang, he stepped into the closet and closed the door behind him. Helen and I undressed each other and started kissing, first lip to lip, then each other's nipples. Soon we here in the 69 position on the bed, so that Paul, peeping through the slats, could see her splayed legs with my head between them. At one point I lifted my head so he could see her big, wet, pink cunt, dripping wet, and I smiled and winked at him. Then I resumed licking her, sucking on her clit and pushing my fingers into her. Then I sat up, with my cunt still on her face, and pinched first my own nipples then hers. In this position, Paul was able to see her tongue on my cunt, and the expression of intense pleasure on my face. For the better part of an hour, we gave Paul the show of his life, tongues, fingers, dildos, the whole works. After it was over, when I'd cum three or four times, we dressed and Helen wrote me a generous check, kissed me and left. I opened the closet door and Paul was sitting on the floor looking wiped out. There was a big wet stain on the front of his pants.
"How did you enjoy the show? Did you jerk off?"
"Holy fucking shit! It was fantastic! I didn't jerk off, `cos I would've cum in ten seconds, but I came anyway, without touching myself. Mom, you were amazing!"
"Knowing that you were watching made it even more exciting for me. We must do this again."
"Oh, yes! Yes! Excuse me, I gotta go shower."
* * *
One day I went to visit my dad. After I did a little strip tease for him, we were lying naked on his bed, my hand gently stroking his cock, that lovely big cock that I love so much. "I've been a naughty girl, Daddy," I said.
"I know you're naughty. That's what I love about you."
"I mean REALLY naughty. I've done some bad things."
"You have sex with guys for money: so what? You suck dick: great! You like girls: I'm delighted to hear it. You take it up the ass: so do I and I love it. Of course you're a naughty girl and a slut, and you know I love sluts."
"Worse than all that, Daddy."
"Tell me. Rimming? Rimming is great. Watersports? What could be nicer. Piss drinking? Mmm, tasty! Necrophilia? It's O.K. except for all that fucking digging. You can't shock me, sweetheart."
I paused, took a deep breath, then said, "I jerked Paul off."
My dad laughed. "Is that all? That doesn't surprise me a bit. You're just like me, keeping it in the family. By the way, he's growing up to be a really good-looking kid. He's not gay by any chance?"
"No, Dad. He's into me, and I have to admit I encourage him. Actually, I`ve sucked him off a few times."
"So what? By all means jerk him off and suck him if he likes it." He laughed. "Of course he likes it, how could he not? Look, sweetie, we had a lot of sex when you were young, much younger than Paul is, and it didn't hurt you a bit, did it? No. Is his dick as nice as mine?"
"There's no dick in the world as nice as yours."
"Just don't get pregnant by him."
I sat up and straddled him. "I knew you'd understand. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like you used to. Yes, slide it in, just like that! Oh, yes, I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! I love you so much, Daddy." The feel of his beautiful big cock ramming in to me took me back to those early years when I was a little preteen girl, in love with her daddy's big dick, and how good it made me feel. Could I make Paul love me as much as I'd loved my dad?
* * *
One afternoon, I was entertaining a wealthy client. Actually, I believed he was fabulously rich, a distant relative of the Saudi royal family. I thought of him as a prince, thought he probably wasn't. He was in his late twenties, painfully handsome and liked all sorts of kinky sex, including my biggest dildo up his ass, golden showers, and having his ass rimmed. After a lengthy session, during which I'd cum several times, although strangely, he hadn't, we were lying on my bed while he sipped a large glass of scotch. I was wearing just stockings and he was in a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs. "Your son is growing up fast," he said. He had met Paul briefly on several occasions. "He's very good looking. He must be old enough to jerk off, I would think."
"That's a private matter. You'd have to ask him."
"Would you mind if I did?"
I needed to be really nice to this guy, so I hesitated. "Do you have something in mind?"
"I'll be frank with you. I would love to fondle his cock and suck him off. Are you worried he might turn gay?"
I laughed. "Not a bit. If he turns out to be gay, I hope he'll be happy, but somehow I don't think that's gonna happen."
"So he might grow up bisexual?"
"Don't we all? I am. My father is. I guess you are. I don't see a problem. He's going to turn out the way he's going to turn out. It's really out of my hands."
"How would you like to earn an extra thousand dollars?"
"Firstly, he would be earning it. It would be his money. He would have to be completely willing. And no penetration, unless he wants to fuck you, and I think he's a bit young for that. The minute he says `no' it's over, O.K? Let me talk to him.
Later, after dinner, I brought up the subject to Paul. "How would you like to earn a thousand bucks?"
"You know my Saudi friend? He want to suck your dick, and he'll pay you a grand for the privilege."
"That prince guy? Hey, he's pretty good-looking. For a thousand bucks? Sure I'll let him suck me off. But I want you to be in the room, with me."
"You don't mind if I watch?"
"Fuck, no. It'll be kinda exciting."
So I set up a date.
When the prince came over, I parked him in he bedroom, told him to undress. Then I stripped down to a pair of full cut, white lace panties and a see through top, called my son and went to meet the prince. Paul was wearing a white tank and short nylon jogging shorts, under which he wore regular white briefs, which I'd figured my friend would like. We got together in the bedroom and the prince promptly hugged Paul, telling him how beautiful he was, how sexy he looked. "Let me take off your shorts," he said, pulling the joggers down and gazing at my son, who, I must admit, looked pretty hot in his white underwear. "You're underwear is getting me excited," said the prince, and so is your mother's. But I think you would even sexier in her panties, and she should wear your briefs. Agreed?"
Paul looked at me. I gave him an encouraging smile. "Why not?" I said. The prince pulled Paul's briefs down and stared at his cock, which was beginning to stiffen. As the prince pulled my panties up Paul's thighs, I could see is cock firming up rapidly, visible through the white nylon. I pulled on Paul's briefs, and both guys gave me an appreciative look. The prince, on his knees, put his arms around Paul's hips, and hugged him, his cheek against Paul's rigid cock.
"Do you like wearing panties, Paul?" he asked.
"I guess I do. I feel kinda sexy."
"You look more exciting than anything I've ever seen," the prince offered, then pulled Paul's dick out to the leg of the panties and began to suck it. Meanwhile, I had my hand down Paul's briefs, vigorously masturbating myself. Paul gazed at me lustfully. It wasn't long before he came, filling the princes mouth with his juice. "Mmmm, tasty!"
"Fuck, that felt good!" said Paul.
"Next time, I want to see you in your mom's garter belt and stockings, O.K?"
"Sure, I'd like that," replied Paul.
The thousand dollar check didn't bounce, and Paul was now embarked on a promising career.
* * *
Later that week Paul came home from school later than usual. "I've been over at my friend Mike's house," he said.
"You guys had fun?" I asked, giving him a knowing look.
"What do you mean?" he asked
"Did he suck your dick too?"
Paul blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You've got a drop of cum on your cheek," I said, cupping his face in my hands and licking it off. "I hope you like sucking dick as much as I do." I kissed him on the lips.
"I guess I'm busted. I thought it would taste weird, but it was O.K. Yes, he did suck mine, though he`s not as good as you are at it. He wanted to stick his cock in me, but it wouldn`t go in. My ass is too tight."
"You have to learn to relax, and use lots of lube. I love a cock up my ass. We can work on this and get you ready."
Over the course of a week, using some of my sex toys, I helped him to insert various things up his ass, a small butt plug, then a bigger one, and finally my big dick-shaped dildo, until he could accept it without any pain.
"How does it feel?" I asked him.
"Pretty fucking good," he said. "but I think a dick would be nicer."
"I think my Saudi friend would agree." He smiled, dreaming about all those dollars he was going to earn.
* * *
Late that evening just before we went to bed, Paul was in the shower. I went into his bedroom, dress in a baby-doll nightie, with no panties on. I lay down on his bed, my legs wide apart, my hands behind my head. Paul finished his shower and came in, a towel round his waist. "Drop the towel!" I commanded and he obeyed, his dick stiffening as he looked at my exposed cunt. "We can't put it off any longer, Paul. You just have to fuck me." Without hesitation he fell on top of me and I grabbed his dick and guided it inside me. For a first-timer he was pretty good, though he didn't last very long. Having my son's cock up my cunt felt marvelous, though not as nice as my daddy's. Although relatively small, it was rock hard and Paul was incredibly aroused. I lay there, his cum dripping out of my cunt, his head on my chest. "I love you, Paul."
"I love you too, Mom. You're the best mom a guy could have." Thirty minutes later, he fucked me again, and this time he lasted for long minutes, making me come twice. He spent the night in my bed, waking up twice to fuck me again, and in the morning, I sucked him off, tasting my own juices on his dick. My son was a good boy.
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One Weekend, my dad came to visit, and as soon as he was in the living room, he dropped his pants. "I hate pants," he said. "Fucking useless things, and they make a noise when I walk." In his mid forties, he still looked sexy in his pale blue silk boxers.
"Paul has a surprise for you," I said, as he plonked himself down on the couch. "Paul! Your grandpa's here." Paul came into the room, dressed in a little schoolgirl's outfit, white knee sock, plaid skirt, and a white blouse. He didn't need a wig, his page-boy haircut serving quite well. He looked indistinguishable from a preteen. "Lift up your skirt and show gramps your panties."
"Hi, Gramps," he said, obediently lifting the plaid skirt up under his chin, showing off his white cotton schoolgirl panties, a significant bulge in the front. "How do you like my outfit?"
"Oh, fuck me!" said my dad. "You're fucking gorgeous. Come here and let me hug you." Still with his skirt raised, he pushed his midriff against my dad's face, as Daddy put his arms round him, hugging him tight.
"I love dressing up as a girl. It gets me really excited. You can call me `Pauline'."
"Fuck!" said my dad. "I'm getting hard just looking at you."
I sat down beside him and felt his boner in his boxers. "Mmm, I'd forgotten how much I love your dick," I said, pulling it out and giving the tip a little kiss. "Look at this, Paul. This is the dick I loved so much as a little girl. Daddy used to let me stroke it and suck it, and he taught me to love the taste of his cum, didn't you, Daddy?"
"More than that, Paul. When she was your age, I used to fuck her. My God, she loved it!" Meanwhile, he was fondling Paul's cock through his panties.
"Paul's just discovered the joy of cock-sucking," I said.
"If you enjoy it as much as I do," said my dad, "you're in for a pretty exciting life." I stroked his dick slowly, then bent my head down and started to suck him off. The fact that my son was watching me only added to the excitement. "Oh, shit! That feels so fucking good. Your mom gives such good head, Paul."
"I know," he replied. "She sucks me off most days."
I came up for air. "Look at Daddy's dick, Paul. Isn't that magnificent? So big and stiff."
"It's much bigger than mine," he said.
"Don't worry," said Dad, still stroking Paul's bulge. "A year or two and yours will be just as big.
"Here, Paul, take over from me," I said, moving out of the way. Paul got down on his knees and took about four inches of Dad's dick in his mouth.
"Sweet Jesus! You're just as good as your mom," Dad said. "I see she's taught you that thing she does with her tongue. I'm proud of you, son."
Paul abruptly stopped sucking and looked up at my dad. "You called me `son`," he said.
"You never told him?" Dad asked me.
"No," I said. "Paul, my dad is your dad, too."
"How do you feel about that, son," said my dad. Paul look a little bewildered.
"Shit, I don't know. I've always loved you, Gramps. I guess I still do." His hand was still on dad's cock, and he continued to stroke it. "If you're proud of me, then I don't see what difference it makes what I call you. I still think you have a fantastic cock." He lowered his head again and continued his good work. Minutes later, he wiped a small dribble of cum from his chin. "Fucking delicious," he said. "I love you, Dad."
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After lunch, we all took a nap, lying naked on the big bed in my room. When we woke up, dad had a huge hard on. The instant Paul saw it, he reached out and took hold of it.
"Slow down a bit," said Dad. "I wanna fuck your mom."
"I know you've fucked Mom a lot, but how would you like to fuck me, Gramps?" A big smile broke out on my dad's face. "Oh my God! I've died and gone to heaven. Pass the lube." Dad lubed up his dick and Paul sat astride him, slowly lowering himself on to Dad's big dick, groaning with pleasure. "Does it hurt?" asked Dad.
"Shit, no," said Paul. "It feels great. Nice and big, it's filling me up. Fuck me, fuck me harder! Yes, yes, Jesus, I love it! More! Harder, deeper!"
"Hold on a minute," I said. "I'm feeling neglected here." I grabbed hold of Paul round the waist and pulled him off my dad and laid him down on his back, his butt at the bottom of the bed. Then I lubed up his dick and sat with it up my ass, facing his feet. "Now, Daddy, come around this end and stick your dick up my cunt. I want both of you inside me." Dad did as he was told, ramming his rigid cock up my soaking wet cunt, and for a few brief minutes, I had my son and my dad fucking me at the same time. It was incredible, almost as good as the first time my dad fucked me.
"I can feel Gramp's cock moving up and down," said Paul, his hands reaching round and pinching my nipples.
"And I can feel your dick, too," said Dad.
I was speechless, far too carried away to talk, and I lost count of how many times I came. Then my dad and Paul came, almost simultaneously, and we fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. "Go take a shower, Paul," said my dad, "and when you've recovered, I want you to fuck me while I eat out your mom's pussy."
So, is there a gene for incest? What do you think?
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