After reading a few incest stories I thought I'd give this a go. I've never considered incest to be one of my kinks but as a third party the stories intrigue me. I hope it hits the spot for some of you. I did write more but this was my original ending and the rest seemed to just be droning so I left it here for your imagination to carry on the story.
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Jenny, or Jen as her few friends called her was a gorgeous, sensuous young woman. She met Don in college at a meet and greet party. They quickly discovered they were soul mates and were married a year later. They were both still in college when they married and managed to get a double dorm room. Don was a business major and was going to climb the corporate ladder, while Jen was a design major with an aim of becoming an architect. Their lives started very well. They had some money behind them from their wealthy families so they had no real worries. They worked hard to achieve their goals, not letting petty and frivolous things distract them. No parties and no wild actions. They were straight laced, austere no bullshit kind of people.
Jen had a love for dance and was an avid ballet dancer. She spent 2 nights each week after her studies dancing at the local school. Her dance instructor saw a lot of potential in her and was pushing her to become professional. Jen liked to know that she was good but didn't have time between her studies, and the little time she spent with Don. She enjoyed the exercise and Don enjoyed her flexibility. At least she knew she had a second career path if architecture didn't pan out.
Don's spare down time was spent looking at markets and investing very small amounts in start-up companies. $40-$60 per investment was very affordable to him. He made 2 of those per week and watched their performance carefully. Two of the good ones that you may recognize were a pair of technology start-ups called IBM and APPLE. Before he left college he had already made nearly half a million dollars from all his careful investments. He certainly had a talent for it.
Don finished college a year ahead of Jen and was head hunted by three companies on Wall Street. He took a position at one of the prestigious Wall Street companies as an analyst and made them a lot of money. He wasn't left out either and garnered generous bonuses. By the time he was 25 he was one of the most successful bankers in the market, and built his personal wealth to over $6m.
Jen finished college a year later. It was a tough year since she was away from Don. She was a lonely girl at college with few friends due to her ability to keep her head in her studies, not being side-tracked by other college activities. Because she was married to Don already she had no interest in any other men, but her detachment from Don created a distraction in itself. She finished her studies and passed with distinction. She started working for a firm in Stamford, CT where they bought a nice 4 bedroom house. They also bought a small apartment in New York City for Don to stay at through the week. He would return each Friday evening to spend the weekends together. Don's job was stressful; he had huge targets to hit and was under constant pressure.
In 1989, ten years after marrying, Jen fell pregnant. The couple were over the moon. Jen was still very active in ballet and continued until around 4 months pregnant when she was advised by her doctors to put it on the back burner until after the birth. She duly gave up for the remainder of the pregnancy.
On 18th of January 1990 Tom Denning was born. He weighed a healthy 7lbs 13oz with a thick mat of black hair. Both parents were present for the birth and both doted on him.
In June 1992 Don suffered a heart attack. His doctors told him he'd been lucky as it was almost a widow maker. He chose to cut his working life in half; they had plenty of money and would never be without so it made sense to slow things down. He still had pressure weighing down on him from work and although he had cut his working life in half his pressure was pretty much still just as great. He managed it for a long time and balanced his working pressure with his downtime at home.
Jen had gone back to architecture and continued her ballet activities, even taking part in small productions. She taught classes three nights a week and kept her body in perfect shape. She ate mainly fruit and vegetables, not that she was vegetarian but she ate very little fat so meat was a treat.
Tom grew up learning the techniques of architecture and business from his parents so he had a great head start for when he went to his college of choice. In school he was top of every class, always doing his very best in every subject. He had no time for fools; his mind was very much focused on working towards his own goals. He was definitely his parents' son. Before he got to college he started his own company in property development with backing from his parents. In the year up to his 18th birthday he had proved his abilities and made a nice $247k profit from his dealings. He paid his parents back for their investment plus an agreed interest. They were extremely proud of their son, and they were proud of their ability to raise him so well.
In February 2008, not long after Tom's 18th birthday Don suffered a massive heart attack aged 48, but wasn't as lucky as he'd been the first time. He died on February 4th 2008. Jen was understandably distraught. She had only a few close friends who lived a good distance away, so her main source of support was her son, Tom.
In the hospital Jen sat in disbelief at the loss of Don. She believed he was too young to possibly have died but unfortunately, that kind of thing happens every day. Tom was very upset too but he had to be strong for his mother.
A nurse came over to them with a white paper bag containing Don's belongings; his watch, wallet, rings, keys and glasses. Tom took the bag and then escorted his mother out of the building and to his car "are you hungry? Could you eat?"
Jen shook her head "no I couldn't eat even if I was hungry. I just want to go home."
He drove her home. As they arrived Jen said "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do without him. I know he wasn't always at home but I just can't come to terms with never seeing him walk through the door again."
"It's going to take time, mom." Tom reassured her. "He left you in a good position so you don't ever need to worry and I'll be here whenever you need me."
"Thank you baby" Jen turned to Tom and placed her hand on the back of his head. "You'll be the man of the house now!"
It was a pressure he had never felt before. He didn't like it but it was a burden he would shoulder because it was the way he had been brought up. He exited the car and opened the door for his mother. "That's my young gentleman" Jen said admiring her well-mannered son.
He offered her his arm and walked with her into her house. The hall light was on but the other rooms were in darkness. She didn't like it. It felt spooky. She felt a chill and shuddered. It had been a long day and she felt uneasy about being alone. She wanted to go to bed but the thought of sleeping all alone in a big bed was too much to consider. She asked Tom "are you tired? Or are you staying up?"
"I was going to get a drink, then I was going to hit the hay." he informed Jen. "I've got a lot to deal with tomorrow what with the funeral directors and signing dad out of the hospital, I should really get an early night."
Jen walked to him and hugged him tight. "I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you keep me company?"
"Of course I will." agreed Tom. "You shouldn't be on your own. You go up and I'll be up after my drink. Did you want one?"
"No thank you, baby." Jen left and walked up to her room.
