Chapter 1: Post-Divorce Playtime
by Micaela Reynolds
as told to
BrettJ © 2009
My good friend BrettJ has consented to relate my story to you. I hope you all enjoy it. At times, I find it hard to believe its all real, but it is and I am happy in my life and wouldn't change a damned thing. Matter of fact, someday, I think I may have to thank my ex-husband for cheating on me.
I'm Micaela Reynolds -- some call me "Michy" -- and I run an underground establishment known as Club Inzest, here in Toronto, with my wife and business partner, Debra. We've been together for a bit over 5 years and married for 3. I love living in a country that allows me to marry the person I love most. I'm originally from Las Vegas, you'd think a town that swings that much would be more liberal, but I digress.
I wasn't always happy about being screwed around on and I never would have thought my life would go this way. I am happy to say that when my life turned sour, I made lemonade. *HaHa* When I found out he was screwing his secretary Angelica, I put all of Robert's belongings on the front lawn. I also set fire to his clothes, suits and anything I thought might burn nicely and lit a huge bonfire.
Spent a night in jail for that one, but it was worth it to see the look on his stupid face.
I couldn't really blame Angelica for being taken in, because Robert's a smooth-talking liar. He moved in with her and I got the house and the kids. As I had money of my own and the kids were both set to graduate High School, they were no burden. I decided I wasn't going to mope around and took a good look at myself. A single Mom with two teenage kids -- who would want me? I decided to be critical of how I looked, but there was nothing to be critical of, looks-wise. I still had a beautiful face at 40, great tits, long legs that were sleek and shapely, dark auburn hair and caramel skin, curves and my green eyes still sparkled. I could easily attract a man, if I wanted.
I come from a family with oodles of money, so I didn't have to work. I decided to enjoy the single life for a bit and went out on a shopping spree. I had my hair styled and highlighted, I got some sexier clothes and shoes.
Oh, this girl
loves
sexy shoes, spikier-heels the better. Nowadays, none of my skirts are longer than knee-length, I wear heels every day and underwear, if I wear any, is silk or lace and very sexy. I dress every day as if I am the sexiest woman in the world and it's helped my attitude, I've never been bitter about my divorce.
Sharon and Paul told me they had the sexiest Mom in town. Sharon confessed to me some of her boyfriends had told her I was a MILF. Paul blushed when his sister said that, but I had noticed my son checking me out a few times when he didn't think I was looking. I could never really understand why that gave me such a warm feeling.
Shortly after my divorce, another woman moved in next door. I went over with a cake and introduced myself to Debra. I liked her right away, and she took to me. Like myself, Debra was a divorced single Mom; she was 38 but barely looked 28. She had the sweetest face and baby-blue eyes, she was slim and adorable. Her hair, long and blonde, went down to her ass. Debra told me that she had two kids, like me, a boy and a girl who lived with her part-time and worked at a local Spa to put themselves through college. Her kids were twins, around the same age as Sharon and Paul.
Things just sort-of --
happened
. We became coffee buddies and one day over slightly-laced coffee, I asked Debra what she did for sexual relief. She didn't even blink, she told me "I have lovers and if I'm between lovers, my kids make sure Mommy doesn't go without."
I was shocked. "Lovers? You mean men you fuck?"
"And women."
"And -- dear God Debra, your own kids? Both of them? That's perverse Debra, that's
incest
."
"Incest is just a silly word some stuffy fools made up to vilify the ultimate expression of family love. Incest is best, Michy. My kids are sexy, vibrant young people. My son has a big cock and knows how to use it. Christina is a blonde
slut
, just like her Mommy, with a long tongue that knows just how to lick a woman in all the right spots. I love being a slut Michy, it's very liberating. Why don't you join me upstairs and let me show you how liberating it can be?" Debra stood up and her negligee slid to the floor, revealing her beautiful cupcake tits and slender body. I was supposed to run, so why did I find myself in Debra's bed with her tongue licking me all over, then
sixty-nining
with her all afternoon?
The answer was simple. Like Debra, I was also a
slut
and I was meant to be one. I became Debra's lover and she, mine. Our days were spent in languid love-play, getting wilder and more lurid. I met Chris and Christina and fucked them both and migod, those two kids knew how to fuck. Debra's current boy-toy, a young stud named Chuck, screwed my ass while I ate Debra who was munching Christina's yummy, shaved cunt. A few afternoons later, Debra brought over another of her lovers, a young Asian hottie named Denise. Denise was made our sex-slave for the day and the little nymph made us both see stars.
Debra and I were cuddled together in bed a few days later, having coffee. Our "coffee time" had changed a lot in those weeks and we always teased and played while we had coffee and cake. Both of us could afford to be a little decadent, between sexual romps and using my home gym, we were both in wonderful shape. Debra was resting her head on my shoulder and running her fingers through my hair. It was very naughty, yet very sweet.
"Michy, hon?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Micaela, do you ever wonder about your
own
children?"
I sat up and looked into Debra's eyes. "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Uh-huh. Paul is a very rugged-looking young man and Sharon -- oh baby, she's got those gorgeous grapefruit tits and that killer body and those legs and that yummy, bubble-butt. I would bet they're not virgins."
"Debra, I don't ... " and then I stopped myself. I
didn't
think of my children in a sexual way, but I had no idea why not. Both kids were old enough and Debra had a point, they were attractive. I couldn't say I was averse to incest, not any longer, having fucked both of Debra's kids. I didn't know if they were sexually active, to be honest, but I suspected Sharon might be, given her statements about her BFs checking me out.
I giggled. "Debra, you're so nasty. Now you've got me thinking all sorts of kinky thoughts about them both. Gawd, you are just such a
slut
!"
Debra's tongue began to lick down my body. "Of course I am, you little bitch. And so are you -- so are
you
!"
Debra was right, I couldn't deny it. My mind was becoming even more perverted, so I did something the old me would have thought unthinkable. I installed hidden cameras in both kid's rooms and began spying on them, recording their activities. If they had someone over, I turned the camera on. Most times, it was pretty routine stuff, but after a month, I had some interesting stuff. I transferred it to DVD and after showering and shaving my pussy clean, I put on a sexy little black teddy and bedroom slippers, slipped the DVD into the player and decided to have some pervy fun.
I had barely gotten my fingers damp with the juices from my horny cunt when I heard footsteps on the stairs and Sharon's voice calling "Mom, hey I came for a visit and ...
MOM
!" Right behind her was Paul, both were bug-eyed as they saw me rubbing my pussy and squeezing my now-exposed tits. I didn't even stop.
Sharon walked into the room, hesitant at first. She looked at me and saw the dreamy expression on my face, then she saw the DVD and a horrified look came over her beautiful face. "Dear God Mom, that's ME! Just what the fuck ... oh Christ, that's Paul!"
On-screen now was a picture of Paul screwing a lovely black girl named Ida, a petite little thing who really seemed to groove on my son's big cock. Paul had a much nicer hunk of meat than his father, that's for sure.
"Oh God Mom, what are you doing, watching us fuck, watching your own kids, your daughter, this is just so sick and wrong and ..."
"Don't be so fucking indignant, you
little slut
. Yes, you heard me -- see, there you are with pretty little Christina -- you're not so innocent ..." [ and I was thrilled that Christina had finally gotten her wish to bed Sharon ] "... you're as big a whore as I am! I love being a slut darling, there's nothing wrong with it! I'm having the time of my life and from the way you're howling on camera there, I think you enjoyed yourself."
Sharon buried her face in her hands and said "Oh God Mom, it's just all too fucking much ..."
I hugged her close, feeling her braless tits pressed into my naked skin. Sharon was all sex and honey, she even smelled sexy. Her brother stood motionless in the doorway, the big dope. I said "Get your ass over here, young man."
Sharon sat beside me on the bed, still trembling. The DVD now showed my son and Ida and another girl, a pretty slender brunette -- Terri something -- all whooping it up and Ida was fucking Terri in the ass with a dildo while Paul fucked her. My children's sexuality surprised me, how could I have been so blind as to what magnificent animals they both were?
I brought my lips to Sharon's and kissed her softly, insinuating my tongue between her lips. She protested a bit, but she finally kissed me back. Then I stood up, almost naked, and pressed my body to Paul's. I kissed him, hard and fierce and rubbed his big cock through his pants. It was time to take action.
"Sharon, Paul, listen to me, my darlings. Paul, come sit beside Mommy, Sharon, snuggle up." The kids did as I asked, slightly dazed, but attentive.
