This is the first story that I've written. If you are offended by stories of incest then please don't read this one. All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Some days one wonders if it is worth the effort. Lately, I been thinking that, too often! To be fair I should not be so hard on my life, it's not as bad as I was making it out to be in my head. I have a nice home, a good husband and two sweet kids. Well maybe not kids anymore, more like young adults. But as a mother I still think of them as my babies!
Let me back up a little. I am Katie, a wife, mother, and worker bee. Both of my kids are in school, well one is currently. My oldest is Kelly and she is going to community college to get her core basics out of the way before she goes to the university. My son Jim is still in high school, but he's out for the summer. My husband Tony is a hard-working technician for a local manufacturer. Now let me explain the worker bee meaning, that defined this day, a day that changed my life as I had known it.
I was at work like most normal days of my life, when late into today I noticed that it was getting a little warm in my area of the office. A few minutes later I was told that the building was having a cooling problem and that management decided to let us go home for the day.
Let me be objective, being a worker bee is not a terrible thing. I do have an easy job, but like other parts of my life it was not very fulfilling or interesting. It does pay some of the bills and helps our family with a life style that makes living here pleasurable and enjoyable, at times. However, lately it just seems like my husband and I are just going thought the motions, not living to enjoy life but more like we are sleep walking through each day.
As I was driving home all that information was running through my head. I know that its easy to feel sorry for oneself. If I was truthful about looking at my life, I was no different than other women, but I wanted a little zing in my life. This day would not only put that zing in my life but would open doors that made getting up each day fun!
I turned into our driveway, and decided to park outside the garage as I should head to the store later but I wanted to get something cold and sit down with a good book for a while. To just be lazy for a few hours, maybe I could get lost in a good story line or maybe a great character. That thought would get expanded into something that changed how I viewed life, relationships, and sex!
I walked to the front door and though that the kids might be home and I would know if the door was unlocked. It seemed like they were home, as the door was not locked. As I opened it and stepped inside and started to remove my shoes, I turned to close the door. But I stopped as I heard something. It was a moan I believed. It sounded like a moan but a moan that was erotic, sexual, pleasurable. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was aware that I was holding my breath. The door was still open and I carefully closed it. I was glad that my shoes were off as I didn't want to make a sound. I started thinking that my husband might be home with someone, but I just laughed at myself inside. He has not been a sexual animal for a few years, well animal is a stretch but I loved him. If I did not initiate sex, we did not seem to have it more than one a month, if that. Then the thought popped into my head, maybe he is getting his sex fix somewhere else! Perhaps he is upstairs now with some slut! My mind was running all kinds of scenarios in my head.
I started up the stairs slowly. Listening for any more sounds. Making my way to my bedroom, wondering what I would find. I was in the hallway a few feet from my door and I stopped. The sound was not from my bedroom, it was from my son's room across the hall from my room. I was beyond belief, or should I say relief.
My son! Was he having sex with someone? I sounded like it. There were some sounds, but sounds that were soft and inaudible, just like sex sounds should be at times. Now I was both relieved and intrigued. I was relieved that I did not have to chase some slut out of my house and do something to my husband that I would regret later or more to the point that he would regret later! But now who was in my son's bedroom?
My son, what a kid. He was my second child. His sister was almost two years older and was attending college locally. My son was in high school, as he was held back one year in grade school. Most of his life he was not one that looked his age, he always looked younger that his age. He was also small for his age, and that messed with his aptitude for a few years. Because of this we were forced to hold him back one year.
Now though, he was taller than his father and a bit more filled out. This happened in the last couple of years. I still look at him and wonder how it all transpired. I was glad that some of my income could be spent on new clothes for him. He needed new pants and shorts constantly and other stuff as you can imagine. Seems like yesterday he was this short skinny kid and now he was several inches taller than me.
We have a pool as a result of both parents that worked. It's a nice one and lately it's been a good place for my daughter and her friends to get together. I watched her grow into a fine young lady. Her physical features are like her mother, and that makes me proud. However, watching the young people as they interact around her made me wonder about her sexually activity, was she possibly having sex? I haven't found any evidence of it if she was, but she cleans up after herself so I might not see the telltale signs. She seemed to be at ease with both her male and female friends. At times I was jealous of the attention that guys gave her. Jealous as I remembered how I was pursued, when I was younger. She was what caused my husband to marry me. I was a young pregnant bride 20 years ago. Now at 39 I would not change what happened all those years ago, as my two kids made all the work and headaches worth it.
My son would use the pool with his friends as well. As boys do, they had fun. He did not hang around his sister's friends much in the past, but lately he did come out and mingle. He was reserved around his sister's friends but some of her girlfriends seem to enjoy his attendance. I noticed that he did not ware or want suits that were tight or reviling. Some of his male friends did ware suits that showed some anatomical features, but not my son.
Moments later, as my mind came back to the present, I found that I was not as anxious as I was a few minutes ago. Smiling to myself I thought he might be with a sweet young girl now and I did not want to make a scene and disturb his fun. His door was open about half way so I carefully moved into my bedroom. I was in my room now, I could relax. Then I heard him say "oh sis" now my hair stood up again on my neck.
I just could not understand, did I hear that correctly? My mind was not comprehending his words. He did not have his sister in his room, did he? Why would she be in his room doing... doing... no I just misunderstood his words! I leaned back behind my bedroom door to where I could see across to his bedroom. From there I could see his bed and my mind just locked up. I could not believe that what I was seeing was really happening! During the last minute all I heard was moans and sex sounds but nothing said that would allow me to focus on. I looked through the crack between the door and the door frame. From here I could see most of his bed. In my mind I was saying no, no, no! In shock I saw that it was Jim and his sister. They were naked and she was up on top of MY SON!
Looking at this scene, I could see them writhing on his bed. She was rubbing her tits and rocking back and forth on him. My daughter's tits were beautiful cones with hard nipples, a little smaller than mine, but they had that youthful firmness. She pulled his hands up to replace hers as she moaned. Her mouth was open and his hand were moving to cup her tits. His hand looked so big as they moved and pinched her nipples, mauling them.
I was in a different mental place for a couple of minutes. I started to focus on his bed, they were rocking in a sexual coupling that showed me that this was not the first time for them. They looked so... HOT! It was like I was two people as I watched. One part of me was unbelieving as to what was happening, the other was moving her hand down to my clit!
I know that I was in shock and I was slowly returning to reality. If this is reality then something incredible had changed between my son and daughter. The next statement from Kelly shocked me when she said "oh your cock is so perfect, so big, so hard. I don't what to stop".
His reply was a little more down to earth, well maybe he was being more to the point "we need to be finish before mom comes home. If we hear the garage door open, we need to hide!", but as the words come out of his mouth he leaned back and arched his back and moaned. This caused Kelly to groan as she told him "I'm coming again!" She was rigid for about a minute and then she slowly relaxed and said "Shit I can't stop loving that wonderful cock you have! Barbara said that she would love to suck on your big cock. She wants to see it, Jim."
'Barbara! That slut shouldn't touch him!' I started to think just what I said in my head. Then reason took ahold of me... I can't stop kids from doing what they wanted, when they wanted to do it! What was wrong with me!!! That is my daughter on my SON! My mind was reeling from what was happening and I realized that I was never going to look at either of my children in the same way again.
My daughter looked down at him for a couple of minutes as they moved and said something that locked up my mind again! "Have you thought about what I talked to you about a few weeks ago? I know that you have a serious crush on her, but I can't see you moving to tell her how you feel! I know that she hasn't had a good orgasm for a long time and she would love this wonderful cock that you keep hidden from her." I was intrigued to hear who this girl was. She must be like me; in that I have to take care of myself after my husband does his thing. It was not always that way for us, but that was my life currently.
She said "I know that you look at her when you don't think anyone is watching. She could be a very willing wet cunt for you to get some relief from each day. I know that you would love for her to sit right here where I am! I also know that once she relented, she would love this huge pussy pleaser!" I was stunned to hear her talk that way! She has always been a sweet and caring young lady. I guess that when you are having great sex sometimes things get said that one would not normally say.
