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“We need to talk.”
That was the text message I received from my husband in the middle of the day as I was working. I didn’t see it come in. Hours later, I noticed it. We had a pretty good marriage with all the problems that go with it. That said, I could not imagine what we needed to talk about that warranted a sudden text message in the middle of the workday.
“…about what?” I responded.
It sat at ‘Delivered’ for quite a while. I started to worry and the predominating thought behind why I would receive such a message was that he was going to leave me. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head, but there was no indication that it was even a possibility. Like I said, our married was pretty good.
“It’s about the kids…” was the reply I finally got. I exhaled a breath of relief and started closing out the jobs I was working on for the day. I asked him if the kids needed to be there or if we should send them away for an ‘us’ night. He said they should probably go and that he would set up something with my sister.
The kids, Amy and Jordan, were eighteen and nineteen respectively. They were born early in our marriage as we decided we wanted to enjoy a later adult life of adventure instead of an early adult life of partying. As with our typical marriage, they were typical kids and siblings. He looked like his father and she took after me, both in nearly every way you could imagine.
I am 5′ 8″ tall, long brunette hair, fair complexion, and above average curves since having two children. Jeremy, my husband, is 6′ 1″ tall, dark hair that is graying, not an athletic build but not a ‘dad bod.’ Since I’m telling this story, I will go ahead and also offer that when I said pretty good marriage, I mean there was nothing at all that would have queued me into what happened nor do I have any experience with any of it.
Anyway, I didn’t think much of anything about the text exchange between Jeremy and I as I made my way home since kids would be kids. I pulled into the driveway and grabbed my purse before walking into the house. Nothing was out of the ordinary as I walked into the kitchen to my husband cooking dinner. That isn’t out of the ordinary itself, but his meal choice certainly was. We had baked chicken and green beans on the menu, but he pulled out all the stops and made manicotti with garlic bread. He pulled out all the stops and made all the mess. I laughed as I set my purse down and gave him the usual kiss.
We usually banter about our day before digging in, but he went right for the jugular.
“I hope I didn’t alarm you with that text message I sent.”
“Not really, I mean, it was out of the ordinary but nothing unusual came to mind,” I lied as I grabbed the table settings for two and set the table.
“Well, I hate to jump right into it, but it’s important and I couldn’t keep it to myself. I also didn’t want to interrupt your day,” he said without looking at me.
I didn’t say anything as I put the plates and silverware down on the table.
He sighed and stopped what he was doing but didn’t turn and look at me.
“I came home early from work and caught them engaged in a sexual act,” he said in a low, steady tone.
I stopped in my tracks, knowing he had to be talking about my children. I waited for more information.
“Yes, them,” he said as he resumed his meal.
My mind began to race thinking of any possible way he could have misunderstood what he saw.
“Are you sure?” I asked, hoping this was all some kind of joke.
He stopped what he was doing again and turned to face me.
“I would say Amy on her knees on the floor with his dick in her mouth as being pretty sure,” he said without any emotion on his face.
I was beside myself. I could not think of any indications that it was possible those two would engage in that kind of activity with each other. What they do with anyone else was none of my concern at that point since they were technically adults. What would cause them to do such a … thing?
“They don’t know that I saw them. They left the door open and saw it only briefly. I left and waited in the car until I saw movement in the windows in the living room before coming in and acting like I just pulled up. They are at your sisters for dinner but will be coming back after. We need to talk to them.”
“What do you suggest we say? ‘Hey, we caught you blowing your brother?'” I responded somewhat emotionally.
“Well, we’ve had the talk with them a long time ago, but I think we should at least sit with them and figure out what drove them to this, how long they had been doing it, and what their plan for the future was regarding this,” he said
I was unable to process the information as it was. Additionally, it sounded like he was ok with all of it! My primary thought was that it needed to be stopped at all costs.
“So, you want to find out what their plan is. What if they say they want to keep fucking? What if she is pregnant?!” I said loudly, my temper rising by the minute.
“No,” bahçelievler escort he said, sighing loudly, “I don’t want them to keep doing it. I want them to find someone else to do it with, but this isn’t the same as finding your kid in bed with their girlfriend and you’re simply telling them they can’t fuck in your house!”
“I suppose it’s not, but what do you suggest?” I said, calmer than before.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day and I think the best way to approach it is to find out how long it’s been going on and what situations lead to that behavior between them. All I can think of is it’s some bond they have as siblings and that would be hard to break. It could also be as simple as lack of other options on both their parts,” he said as he put the manicotti in the oven, “Damnit, how am I going to heat up the garlic bread? It needs a different temperature than the main dish.”
I was surprised at how calm he was about this, but also remembered that he had been thinking about this for a while. I relented to his ideas since I felt I was overly emotional about it with how new the news was to me.
“Ok, well, what if they say they want to keep doing it or they suggest that its harmless fun? You know how shy Jordan is, what if it’s all due to lack of options as you say?”
He thought for a while.
“I hadn’t gotten that far. My thoughts keep leading me to the idea that Amy is doing it for him because he’s lacking other options. I can’t think of any other reason. And if that’s the case, then what should I even tell him?” he asked me.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had the amount of time to process this as you’ve had. I need some time to think about the what could have transpired and the answer to those questions.”
He nodded and got the hot pad to get the dish out of the oven and set it on the table. We temporarily dismissed the important topic of the evening and dug into the usual banter about our days. We both smiled and talked about the day but we both knew we were only postponing the inevitable. We decided that we would not say anything to the children that evening, instead waiting to see if it was a common occurrence or if it was a one-off thing.
That evening, Jeremy was frisky in bed. We had a normal sex life, but nothing too crazy. Most of it was missionary, which was fine by me, but sometimes he would get me on all fours, grab my hips, and fuck me from behind. He would sometimes grab my hair and taunt me while he plowed into me. It’s not that I didn’t like it, it just didn’t get my motor started. Nothing really did, though. I was in my late thirties and sex was just … sex.
Back to that evening, he had me on all fours and was going at it with a vigor I haven’t seen in him in years. I had lost all desire in the moment trying to think of what had come over him. My thoughts raced back to our discussion at dinner. I felt in the moment that he didn’t care to stop the sexual activity between our kids. In fact, perhaps he enjoyed it. The thought sickened me, and I pulled forward forcing his cock to slide out of me. I turned and sat on the bed with my back against the headboard, holding a pillow to me, covering my lady bits. He was on his knees in front of me with his hands out wondering what just happened.
“I know I said we would wait, but I need resolution on this issue now. I don’t want to wait to see if they do it again. I don’t want to allow that in my house,” I said, looking down at the mattress.
“Ok, but the question still stands. What do we say to them?” he responded, still on his knees. His cock was quickly losing stiffness.
“Well, you can talk to him and I will talk to her. We simply tell them that what they are doing is inappropriate and they will not be doing it again. We will take measures to prevent it if they cannot abide by our rules,” I said proudly. I felt I was in control.
“That will likely work for Amy, but my concern is Jordan. I don’t know what to tell him. He has desires, but his shyness will almost certainly prevent him from exploring those in the normal way,” he said, taking my pride down a notch or two.
“I know. Well,” I said thinking out loud, “tell him to masturbate if he has urges that cannot be fulfilled by another woman. It’s not the best answer, but it’s better than what’s currently happening.” I said, regaining control.
Jeremy got off the bed and went to use the bathroom. No doubt he was thinking about the situation as he tends to do in there. I heard the toilet flush and he re-appeared in the room with an odd look on his face. I squinted one eye and tilted my head, giving him my look as if I knew he was thinking some dumb shit up.
“Ok, so what about this. Hear me out as I know this will sound crazy, but I think it will work.”
“What did your brain think of this time?” I said half laughing.
“I can tell him that what he and his sister were doing is not acceptable and that he please himself in the privacy of his room whenever he likes. bahçeşehir escort I’ll tell him that he needs to work on his shyness and go find himself a girlfriend.”
He paused, looking right into my eyes.
“While he’s working on that, however, if he has a thirst that his hands can’t quench, then he can ask you?” he said knowing that it was, in fact crazy.
“What… the FUCK… is wrong with you? Why would you think that would be ok to tell him? Do you think he’ll just wander up to me one day and be like ‘can you suck my dick!?'” I said to him angrily, gripping the pillow in my closed fists.
“Babe! That’s the beauty of the idea. He’ll never do that! He loves you but he’ll never ask anything like that from you.”
He seemed so proud of this solution as if he thought it was the eureka moment of a lifetime.
“Ordinarily, I might think so… but obviously something transpired between those two that drove her to get on her knees and put his dick in her mouth! Let me ask you… and I’m not asking because I want to know… I need to know. Did you happen to notice if she was enjoying it? I’m sure he was.” I said to him, calming my mood. I began to think perhaps his idea might work, but it will depend on what information we knew about that situation.
“To be honest, I wasn’t paying that much attention. It all happened so unexpectedly, I didn’t have time to process the details at that moment and when I did finally have the time, the details escaped me,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
I looked at him as I thought about how to move forward.
“Your speech seems like it would work but do NOT,” I said sternly, pointing a rigid finger at him, “tell him that he can ask me for sexual favors unless you can find out the circumstances behind their behavior and then … and ONLY then can you offer me up IF… Wait a second…”
A large smile grew on my face as I had a revelation.
“You know what? Go ahead with your plan. Tell him they can never do that with each other. Tell him that if he wants to bring a girl in the house, he may. And go ahead and tell him that if he has an urge, he may ask me. Here’s the kicker,” I said, my face beaming, “You tell him I have every right to say no and if you want, tell him that a negative outcome would be more likely than not. That will deter him from even bothering to ask. The only thing worse to him than breaking out of his shell and asking is asking and being shut down.”
A smile grew on his face to match my own.
“My wife is brilliant!” he said in an excited whisper.
I nodded my agreement to his statement and had another revelation.
“What about Amy?”
His smile faded slightly.
“What about her?” he asked.
“Well, she’s the second party at fault here. I guess I’ll to find out from her what happened and what role she played. What if she has the same issue?”
“Babe, I am highly interested to see what her reasoning was for participating because I don’t believe she has issues in the boy department,” he said truthfully. She never had a problem with the boys. She wasn’t a slut but if she wanted sex, she could get it easily.
“Ok, when should we talk to them?”
“Why delay it? Let’s talk to them after dinner tomorrow night,” he said nonchalantly.
“Ok, it’s a bit soon, but we may as well get it over with. Until then, I see your friend went into hiding,” I said, pointing as his cock and smiling.
He looked down and back up at me, also smiling.
“He misses his home!” he responded.
“Come home, baby.”
I could see his cock begin to rise as I tossed the pillow to the other side of the bed. I resumed the position he had me in before; on my hands and knees with my head back so he can grab a handful. My pussy was reinvigorated with wetness as my concerns had melted away and I could focus on the pleasure he would bring me.
To my surprise, instead of mounting me, he slid his head between my legs and told me to sit up. He placed a hand on each cheek of my ass and pulled my lips into his mouth.
“Oh, god damn, Jeremy!” I said, not being able to remember the last time he performed oral on me. We were both guilty.
“Lick my pussy, baby!”
I was in heaven. It had been so long that it felt as if it were my first time having a tongue dart in and out of my hole or have my clit sucked into his mouth.
“No! Nuh-uh!” I said as I hopped off him and turned around while still mounting his face.
“Oh, a treat!” he said happily, knowing his cock was about to be buried in my mouth.
I leaned over and grabbed the base of his cock and guided the engorged head into my mouth. I wasn’t very good but as they say, what I lack in talent, I make up for in enthusiasm. As I bobbed my head, that very thought popped up and I couldn’t help but laugh, and in the process, I nearly choked on his cock.
“What the fuck?” he said slightly annoyed from behind and under me.
I snickered again, “You can also tell him bakırköy anal yapan escort that I’m not very good at this, so he may want to go elsewhere!”
I burst into a giggle fit and I heard him laugh as well. I was having fun with this thinking I knew I had nothing to fear. I calmed down and resumed my cock sucking. It had been a while since I last performed for him like this and when I did, I pulled his cock out at the last moment and jerked him onto my tits. I was going to give him a treat.
I bobbed my head slowly up and down using my hand to apply pressure where my mouth couldn’t reach. I suppose he was extra turned on as he was burying his tongue into my vagina like he never had done before. His fingers were creeping further into the crack of my ass, venturing towards my other hole. He knew I would cum nearly the instant he touched me in my forbidden spot. I picked up the pace and in a once in a marriage happening, both our orgasms hit at the same time.
My legs began to shake at the precise moment I could feel his cock begin to slightly swell. He was expecting me to yank his cock out of my mouth so he could shoot all over my chest, but it was going down my throat that night, he just didn’t know it.
He quickly replaced his tongue in my pussy with a finger while keeping the other finger at my asshole.
“Babe, I’m going to cum!”
I didn’t answer him. I wrapped my lips around the head and used my hand to pump every drop of his seed into my mouth. He must have realized what was happening as his body tensed up. As it did, the probing finger entered my ass and that put me over the edge. I shoved more of his cock into my throat as ropes of cum began shooting into my mouth. At the same time, I pushed my ass back onto his finger, forcing the entire digit to enter my ass as I came.
We shook together and finally collapsed together. We laid there breathing before I finally rolled off him.
“That was intense…” he said breathing heavily.
“That’s what you get for helping me work through this without being angry with me!” I said looking over at him.
He smiled at me and we laid there. No doubt both of us going over our speeches that we were to give our children the next evening. I called in sick the next day from work so I could prepare my speech to Amy. I had to sound caring, motherly, but also stern in my demand that she never engage in sexual acts with Jordan again, even if he begs for it. I had to find out her reasons behind what they did together and come up with all the counter arguments.
I cleaned up the house and took care of some of the errands that I had been putting off for a while. We had busy lives but I’m not going to let a rare day off go to waste. By the time I was done, it was still early. I couldn’t get the fabricated image of Amy on her knees servicing her brother. I needed to investigate this concept. I booted up the computer and opened the web browser.
I never looked at porn or anything of that nature, so I didn’t even know where to begin. Google always had the answer, so I would start typing words there and see what came up.
“Incest” was first on the list. I looked at the list of sites it provided. My mood immediately went south as I saw nothing but websites that discussed survivor stories, explained the dangers of incest, etc. I was going about this the wrong way.
“Incest porn” was the next thing to try. There! That is what I was looking for. I scrolled down through the myriad of porn sites to the bottom of the page. My eyes opened wide when I saw that there were more than one million hits. My god, what the actual fuck was I about to dive into? I scrolled back to the top and scrolled through each link meticulously to see if there was anything I could gleam from the descriptions without having to actually click on them.
I found one that seemed to be what I was looking for. I clicked the link and it took me to a website with a lot of thumbnail videos I could preview before I watched them. One was labeled “Daddy fucks step-daughter.” I held my mouse over the thumbnail and watched as a girl in her bra and panties was at the mirror looking as if she were getting ready for something. Then an older man walked in and dropped her panties and just fucked her. The images flashed quickly so I couldn’t tell what was going on, but I decided it wasn’t what I was looking for.
I noticed a search bar at the top of the website and typed in “mother and son” and clicked the icon on the right, initiating the search. The screen was suddenly filled with thumbnails. I scrolled to the bottom and saw that there were at least 50 pages of thumbnails. I worked with digital data, so I knew how search results work so I clicked on page 50 and saw the theme was still the same. More videos of mothers fucking their sons.
“What the fuck?” I said as I clicked back to the first page where the most pertinent results would be.
I looked at the titles and found one that said, “mom fucks son REAL.” I didn’t bother with the preview. The video loaded after I clicked the thumbnail and I clicked the play button. It started with a young man and an older woman sitting on a bed. The camera man was talking and began asking them questions. The first 10 minutes were questions whose answers would have the viewer believe that mother and son were about to fuck on that bed.
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