On his 50th birthday, with everyone he loved around him, Gerrit Schmitt figured he had it made in the shade. His house was 100% paid for, he'd finally sold his film script and the studio was confident it would be a hit. His doctor told him he had the stamina and heart of a man in his 30's, as a matter of fact, everyone in Gerrit's family was healthy. There was a good deal of money in the bank with more to come, so life couldn't get any better.
It hadn't always been that way, one of the major reasons Gerrit and his family took such great pains to take care of themselves. Gerrit had known hardship and worked against it. He often wondered if the adversity he had known in his younger years had shaped him into the healthy, confident and sensible person he was now. He adamantly believed it had.
Gerrit remembered it all like it was yesterday, not 25 years ago. He'd been in class when the Dean's assistant came to get him. When he took the phone call, his mother Gilda was on the other end, sobbing hysterically. It took him the better part of 15 minutes to get her calmed down and then he found out his father had just died of a massive, unexpected heart attack.
Gerrit went home and found his mother was inconsolable. It shouldn't have come as a total surprise ... Horst drank a bit too much and smoked like a chimney ... but Gilda took it hard. Gerrit spent the next few weeks helping his mother get his father's affairs in order and comforting his mother and his younger sister, Bella.
One night, the comforting became sexual. To this day, Gerrit wasn't quite sure what happened, he and his mother had been talking and having a bit of wine and they ended up in Gilda's bed with his thick cock in her mouth. The two of them fucked until mid-morning, Gerrit taking great care to sneak back to his room and not be discovered by his sleeping sister.
It went on like that for over 2 weeks, Gerrit hadn't been without his share of bed companions, but none of them matched his mother's sexual ferocity. He laughed inwardly at the thought that if his father hadn't died of a heart attack, Gilda might have fucked him into the ground, for she was a feral, long-legged blonde tigress who was up for anything and loved sex in great quantities. An unbridled hedonist, she confessed she'd often had fantasies about seducing her handsome son, but while Horst was alive, she had remained totally faithful. Knowing she'd still need a lot of sex, after Horst's passing, there was no logical reason not to pursue her incestuous desires. Gerrit wasn't objecting, aside from the fact his mother was draining him dry and his studies were suffering a bit. He got the sexual education of a lifetime, his foreplay skills grew by leaps and bounds. Gilda even let him fuck her ass one time (she insisted he try everything at least once) but it wasn't for him. All he prayed for was to keep enjoying the sex with his 45-year old Mom and that Bella wouldn't discover what was going on.
That was one of Gerrit's wishes that wasn't granted. Early one morning, while his mother was sleeping off an incredible fucking from the previous evening, Bella confronted him over his morning coffee.
"I know what you and Mom are up to, big brother," Bella said calmly, her green eyes looking into his with a cool confidence. "Don't worry, I'm not angry or disgusted ... you're giving Mom something she needs. All I want is my fair share."
Up until that point, Gerrit had never thought of his 18-year old sister in a sexual manner. Looking at her at that moment, in just a tiny nightgown and slippers, he realized that she was a brunette, curvy, sex-bomb and
all
he could think of was fucking her senseless. Gerrit nodded and Bella returned the nod, knowing neither of them was going to wait very long to make it a reality.
They didn't, as a matter of fact, it happened the very next afternoon. Their mother went out on some errands and Bella took him into her bedroom. Bella was a very affectionate, sexy young playmate, but the siblings knew they were too impatient for a lot of foreplay. Bella got on top of her brother, at his suggestion and slid her wet, needy cunt down onto his cock and fucked her virginity away.
Bella was sobbing once they finished and Gerrit put his arms around his sister, sorry that she had regrets about what they'd just done. She just punched him in the arm and said "Don't be such an ass. I'm crying because it was so much
better
than I had thought it could ever be!"
Gerrit felt for a while as if he was living the life of a Sultan. He had his sensual, seductive mother to fuck during the evenings, a lusty teacher who was making him a better lover in every way. When his mother was away, working or with friends, he had Bella to practice with, teaching her all the new tricks he'd learned and letting her show him that she'd read about in the erotic books she hid under her bed. It all seemed idyllic and yet, Gerrit was sure someday, the fragile house of cards would come tumbling down.
It happened without any fanfare. One morning the three of them were having breakfast and Gilda said in a calm voice "I know that the two of you are fucking. You aren't being very discreet and that has to stop. Right now."
Bella went to say something, but Gilda stopped her and smiled. "Dear, I didn't mean you have to stop
fucking
. Heavens, I'm no hypocrite, I know you know all about the affair between Gerrit and myself. You just have to be a bit more discreet, go on dates with other people or folks will start to talk."
Gerrit and his sister nodded, conceding their mother had a point. She shocked them both with her next pronouncement.
"If neither of you objects, sometime soon, I'd like to join you." Gilda said to them both.