It was a rainy Friday afternoon, and I was feeling down. Two days ago, I had broken up with my first ever boyfriend, Tony, and although it was for the best, I could still feel the sting of loss. I stirred out of my moping with a tap at the door. Mommy stood there, with a mug of hot cocoa and a smile.
"It looks like someone needs hot chocolate," she said.
I took the steaming mug, its warmth comforting in my hands, and smiled as she sat down beside me on the bed. She stroked my hair gently. I put down the mug, and nuzzled into her warm body.
"Thank you," I sighed.
"So, do you want to tell me what's wrong, Lia? Sometimes it does help to talk about it."
I heaved another sigh, "I broke up with Tony, mommy."
She pulled me in close for a hug, my face pressing into her soft breasts. "Poor sweetie! What happened?"
"Promise you won't get mad or freak out if I tell you?"
"Of course, Lia. I promise."
"Well, Tony and I... we had sex..."
"Really? I hope you used protection."
"We did, I swear. The last thing I need is a baby."
"Good girl. So what happened? Didn't you like it?"
"Oh mommy, it was horrible! Tony's just stupid and clumsy and totally unromantic! He did everything like it was a race. He just jabbed it in me, and it really hurt. The whole thing was over in two minutes. It was nothing like I dreamed it would be."
Mommy held me tightly, letting me sulk on her fuzzy sweater. "I'm sorry," she soothed, "I'm so sorry."
After a while, she said, "Sweet love, Tony's just a young boy, and obviously had no idea what to do with a woman. You need someone with experience and patience, someone who will take time to show you all the pleasures of love and sex."
"I know. I loved Tony, and I thought ... Now I just feel stupid. Sometimes I get so jealous," I confessed, "you have daddy, while I get stuck with a jerk like Tony. I'll bet your first time with daddy was great."
She smiled, "Mmmmm, it was."
"Did daddy take your cherry, mommy?"
"No sweetie," she smiled, "I didn't meet your father until later. I lost my virginity the same age as you."
"Was it as bad as mine?"
"Oh no. I was lucky," mommy said. "I had a very handsome, experienced man who I loved very much to take me through my first time. It's still one of my fondest memories."
"Who was it mommy? Not some stupid boy like Tony."
She kind of blushed, and then said, "Now it's your turn to promise you won't get mad or freaked out, ok?"
"I promise," I said, crossing my heart.
"My first time was with my father, your granddad."
Regardless of my promise, I felt a shock go through me. I could feel my face grow warm and my eye wide. My own mother! But as the fact sank into my head, I realized the shock I felt was the good kind, one that had nothing to do with disgust or revulsion. It was more a happy surprise. The moment this epiphany blossomed in my mind, all the physical sensations I felt moved down between my legs.
My pussy began to hum.
There had been many times I had incestuous fantasies about my daddy, and sometimes even mommy, but afterwards I'd always dismiss those dreams as childish and shamefully perverted. But now my own mother had confessed to committing the very act I had dreamed about. I had a strange sense at that moment that I had, in some way, arrived home.
I finally managed to speak, "Wow Mommy, that's... amazing. Does... does daddy know this? I mean about you and grandpa."
Mommy smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Of course, love. Your father and I have no secrets. And to be honest, he actually loved the idea."
"Wow. You've been pretty lucky. That must have been wonderful for a first time."
"Yes it was," mommy said.
She paused for a moment. Her face got a very serious look. Then she looked me in the eye and said, "I want you to know that anytime you want, you can come to daddy and me. You are old enough now to even come into our bedroom, just to talk, ask questions, or.... well, whatever you might want. Both your daddy and I would always welcome you in any way you felt comfortable."
I could feel myself blushing, more from excitement than embarrassment.
"Are you sure daddy wouldn't mind?" I asked, still a bit unsure what she meant.
Mommy giggled, "I can't begin to tell you how much daddy would love it if you visited us some night."
When she said that, all the incest fantasies I had about my father came rushing into my head. The room sort of swirled around as my nipples hardened and my pussy began to flow.
"Anytime, Lia," she breathed. "You can come tonight, if you want."
I nodded, still speechless. My hands squeezed my chocolate mug as if that were the only thing that prevented me from spinning off the planet.
Mommy gave me a soft wet kiss on the mouth, and then left me to my hot chocolate and racing thoughts. Before I even finished my cocoa, I had made up my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted. That night I'd go to my parent's room.
I'm sure we had a nice dinner that night, and we probably watched a little TV, but I couldn't tell you for sure because I was somewhere else. I'd never felt so horny and excited, even with Tony when I thought I'd loved him. Part of me thought that I was making too much of what my mother had said, and that maybe the hints of incest were all in my imagination. But then again, she did fuck her own daddy. Both she and daddy approved of family sex, so I though I might have a good chance.
There was only one way to find out.
Finally, the night grew late. Mommy and daddy kissed me softly and said good night. With my heart beating fast in my chest, I went to my room to change. I stripped naked, and pulled on a pair of my prettiest panties, then slipped a tight t-shirt over my small and excited titties. Shaking, I walked to their bedroom door. I stood outside for a long time, too nervous to move. Finally, I took a deep breath, held it, and gave a timid knock.