WARNING: This fiction describes consensual adult incest and perhaps the behavior may disgust you. Chicken out now.
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Forty-year-old Marcie Young yawned, feeling her age this morning as she shoved her boobs that appeared to be heading for her navel these days into a ridiculously sculptured dazzling colored bra that no one was likely to see. The matching briefs were already hoisted, showing the bulge of hip fat, indicating dietary over-indulgence.
Stuff going to the gym today, she yawned, but catching a look at herself in the mirror, faced with boob, belly, hip and thigh mass she sighed and decided she better go and endue the full workout until she sweated like a pig. Huh? That was being unfair to pigs.
Marcie went to her eighteen-year-old daughter's bedroom to stir her for one of Jenni's remaining few days at high school. Although it was Saturday Jenni would be at school to play sport.
Jenni was just out of bed, stretching.
Her mother's mouth dropped open. Sweat was showing between her daughter's cute breasts and signs of very recent sexual activity was oozing from Jenni's shaved pussy and running down one thigh.
"Ohmigod!"
"Hi mom," greeted the smiling blonde until her expression froze and she shrieked, "Mom what the hell are you doing here. Get out!"
Marcie glimpsed the dark head of the guy rolled over to face the wall and fled, gasping for air following her shock, only too glad to exit that den of unbelievable excess not fit for a mother's eyes.
In the kitchen clutching her warm coffee mug for comfort, still shaking, Marcie reviewed the disgusting situation. She'd known her daughter was sexual active from Jenni's admissions but until now that had not really figured in her mind. However, after glimpsing semen and pussy juices on her daughter, the thought of Jennie and sex was burning in her mind like a nightmare.
Nothing had prepared Marcie for this. When your daughter is still at high school you think of her as a child. At least she did. She sighed and shrugged helplessly, having no idea what to do.
Jenni came out dressed for soccer. She kissed her mom.
"Hi, big shock eh? Not many mothers see their daughters straight after sex."
"I-I yes."
"Oh no very coherent this morning are we, or is that jealously gripping you ovaries?"
"Jenni," Marcie said weakly.
"Oh sorry mom. You were shocked but just think you'll get over it. If you were getting more sex you'd understand."
Bottom lip trembling Marcie croaked, "Understand?"
"Understand that daughters are entitled to have sex too."
"I-I do. At least I think I do. B-but it was s-such a shock. Why didn't he wear a condom?"
"He prefers riding bareback if the girl is protected."
"What about the disease risk?"
"He assured me he was clean and I said so was I."
"Oh Jenni, it takes test to provide that assurance and the test is only reliable from the time of the person's last fuck, er, last seduction."
"You said fuck mom. I wasn't aware you knew that word."
"Get your mind on this issue please darling. Who is he?"
"Cousin Ralph. He arrived after midnight and asked for a bed for a few nights. You didn't wake up so I invited him in and when he asked could he sleep with me I automatically said yes. God mom you ought to see him now. He's not handsome but he has a great body."
"Jenni," Marcie hissed. "He's your cousin."
"So? I'm on the pill. Make me a cheese sandwich and I'm off. I'm running late with all this talk."
Ralph emerged at 9:20, showered and dressed only in baggy shorts. "Hi Aunt Marcie, great to see you again."
Marcie accused, "You had sex with my daughter."
"Sure as hell wasn't anyone else. She's really quite good at it; moves her ass well."
"She's your cousin."
"You know I know that."
"Excuse me?"
"She said she was protected so what's the beef?"
Marcie sighed and said she supposed he'd want a cooked breakfast."
"Great Aunt Marcie. I must say you look great. Have you had a breast augmentation?"
"Excuse me?"
"Have you had a tit job? They're bigger that what I remember."
Marcie was horrified. "You've looked at my breasts in, er, that manner?"
"Yeah of course. You are the sexy sister Marcie, er Aunt Marcie."
She sighed and said calling her Marcie was okay. He was now twenty-five, a man.
To Marcie's astonishment, after cleaning his SUV after breakfast Ralph backed her car out of the garage and washed it and then grabbed the hedge clippers and trimmed the hedge along the west boundary and then vacuumed the pool.
"It's great having a man around the house," Marcie beamed, as he entered the kitchen. "A beer?"
"Thanks but I better shower first."
"No just wash you hands and face over here in the basin. I don't mind sweat on a guy."
"What about on women?"
"Ralph?"
"Answer please."
"Well in certain situations I guess, like at the gym or sprint cycling."
"What about sex."
"Yes that could be one of those situations. Women are not doing enough if they don't sweat when having sex."
"God is that the reason. I never knew that."
"Well there you go. Here's your beer young man. It was lovely of you doing those chores for me. I'll reward you with some freshly baked cookies."
"Yes cookies and show me your tits."
"Ralph don't be so disgusting."
"Sorry Aunt Marcie. I was just testing to see how far you'd go. Mom says you were a raver when young, a real worry to the family."
"I hope you like these brownies," Marcie said, unable to hide her embarrassment.
"Does that blush go down to your tits?"
"Yes Ralph and now shut up unless you change the subject."
Ohmigod, Marcie thought. He's acting like he'll jump anything that moves.