Middle Class Incest
Date: 28.01.2010Keywords: Class, Middle, Incest,
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She was witty and clever, her stories filled with insights into the inner workings of the minds of her employees; her clientele and the sales reps that had called upon her.
We watched television for a while. I went to bed, while she made herself a cup of hot chocolate, locked the house and set the alarms.
I heard her go into her bedroom and close the door. It took me a long time to get to sleep.
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I was awoken by the sounds of argument. They argued constantly now. Usually they kept the noise down, but there was something different about tonight. My parents rarely swore, but this time I heard my father call out, "You frigid bitch," and my mother replied," You useless parasitic bastard." The argument gained in intensity until I heard the sound of a slap. The front door opened, then slammed shut, a car engine started and the car roared off down the drive onto the road and away.
I prayed that it had been my father leaving, but was too uncertain to investigate. I lay there listening until I heard the faint sound of sobbing.
Following the sound I found my mother in the front room sitting on the couch crying. As she heard me come in she looked up and reached for me, pulling me into an embrace. She said," He's gone, he's found someone else."
I held her close, until her crying abated.
I asked if she would like a cup of tea, but she shook her head and instead went to the drinks cabinet and poured herself a very large whisky. Leaning back against the cabinet she took a long pull on the glass and being unused to strong drink started to cough and pulled such strange faces that I couldn't help but laugh.
When her fit had finished she laughed at herself too, then said," It's not as if I ever loved him."
"I hate him," I said.
She looked at me and said that she was sorry, she had never meant to cause me any harm. "How did you cause me any harm?" I asked.
"I meant to tell you when you were older, "she said and then continued to relate the following.
"I fell in love with your father when I was still in school, and he with me.
You were conceived when I was 16.
My parents drove him away.
He was killed in a car accident two months after you were born.
I'm so sorry, I should have held on to him, but I just wasn't strong enough.
His name was Frank, Francis Jonathon Kebble. He wasn't much older when he died than you are now."
She sat beside me on the couch and started to weep softly.
I put my arm around her shoulder and she put hers around my waist.
After a while she told me the story of how her parents had wanted her to put me up for adoption but she stubbornly resisted their efforts and eventually they kicked her, and me, out when she was seventeen.
She had lived hard and at times rough for some years, working all hours, at all sorts of jobs, just to survive. I had been left with all sorts of people during my first few years while she was out working.
One day she came to pick me up and found me crying, in a soiled nappy, all alone. The neighbours she'd left me with had taken her babysitting money and then gone out for the day.
She vowed that it would never happen again, and in desperation had contacted her parents.
They agreed that she could return home if she would marry the young manager of her father's business.
At first she thought that it might work, but despite both of them trying hard, it soon became apparent that he was weak, greedy and selfish.
Their public image of a loving couple had been no more than a sham. They had given performances worthy of Oscar winners, but behind closed doors her contempt for him, herself and her parents, had destroyed any chance of happiness for either of them.
His performance at work had deteriorated until the business was in danger of collapse.
By now, her father, an old man, was too tired to return to managing it. Jenny, my mother, had begged him to turn it over to her.
She had poured a second drink now and was entering the stage of drunkenness that encourages bragging.
She had performed well though; she had relegated her husband Roy to a position where he could do little harm.
Every so often she would describe him variously as; that worm; the ginger freak; lying little thief and in other more explicit terms.
The business had turned around and expanded to the point where we were very comfortably off, but her success had a devastating effect on Roy's fragile ego.
"He can't get a penny off me" she said pouring her third drink." He's lived of my family's indebtedness for too long"
Suddenly she stopped her outpouring of vitriol and looking at me said," You look so much like your father." She gave me a warm embrace then said," This must be such a shock to you, I'm so very sorry."
She got unsteadily to her feet," Time for bed."
The beginning
I followed her upstairs and went back to my room. I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a thud. I quickly walked to my mother's bedroom door and knocked but receiving no reply, opened it and let myself in.
She hadn't made it to the bed, but collapsing on the floor had curled into a ball and was softly snoring.
Her nightdress had ridden up her thigh, higher than her sexiest shorts. I stood transfixed.
I called, "Mum," then more softly, "Mum." She was out like a light.
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I bent down by her feet and by peering up the bottom of her nightdress I could see the crack of her backside and just the beginning of her vagina.
I pushed her nightdress up a fraction. In the dim light I could see her anus. I stood up and called again," Mum," no response.
I leaned down and shook her shoulder, again no response. Pushing her shoulder down, I forced her onto her back.
Her legs became slightly spread, and I lifted her nightdress until she was exposed from the waist down.
Her pubic hair was almost as blond as her head and had been bikini waxed. I knelt between her feet and slowly edged her knees apart until her vulva was fully visible.
Trembling I put my face as close to it as I could and took a deep breath. I examined her slit for a long time, then gently placing one shaking finger on it, parted her labia.
I saw the internal flesh that covered the pubic bone and the barest hint of the entrance to her vagina that lay below it. A fold of soft skin covered her clitoris.
I gently touched it, pushing the flesh upwards until I could see the little pink bump that marked the spot.
Using the thumb of my right hand I massaged it slowly and carefully until it became erect.
She stirred. She opened her legs wider and murmured," Oh Frank."
I continued the massage, she began to lubricate and while still massaging her glans with my thumb inserted one finger into the hole. She pushed herself against my finger. I inserted a second and she groaned and pushed back harder. I rhythmically pumped my fingers slowly in and out of her vagina as she arched her back in time with my thrusts.
Her hand came down on mine and pushed my fingers in deeper, and then she began to caress her clitoris. She pushed back vigorously, arching her body off the floor. "Now Frank, now," she moaned.
She lifted her head to look at me. When she managed to focus on my face her eyes went wide and she pushed my hand away. She leaned on her elbows and closed her legs.
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She looked me in the eyes then her glance slipped to my crotch.
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My erection had pushed the head of my penis through the gap in the front of my pyjamas. I looked at it, it was huge and I could see it pulsing, its purple tip engorged with blood.
My mother smiled, reached out a hand and said, "Help me onto the bed Frank."
I took her hand in mine and pulled her upright; then eased her onto the bed. She looked up at me, and then reaching with both hands pulled my head down towards her face. She kissed me gently on the lips, and then slowly began to explore my mouth with her tongue.
I lay down beside her. She slipped the shoulder of her nightgown down until I could see the aureole of her nipple.
She pulled my head towards it. Against the white of her un-tanned flesh it was as pink as her nail varnish had been that afternoon at the pool. As she exposed the whole nipple I could see that it was fully erect, she directed my mouth to it.
I began to suck hard," No Frank, gently, with your tongue, not your teeth." I ran my tongue around, then across the nipple and cupped her breast in my hand. It was firm and soft; as I moved my thumb across her nipple she let out a little groan. She pulled me across her body opening her legs, and then shrugging out of the top of her nightdress exposed both of her breasts to my sight. She pushed them together offering them each in turn to my tongue. They tasted delicious.
She eased me onto my back, and unbuttoning my pyjama top, slowly tasted first my own nipples then took a lick of salt from my armpits.
She slipped down my body licking and kissing and pecking until her head was level with my navel.
She undid the tie to my pyjama and exposed the length of my penis; cupping my balls in her hand, she delicately licked the tip.
I thought that it would explode.
She licked, nibbled and pecked all around the shaft then took the whole thing deep into her mouth. Moving her head up and down, occasionally using her teeth to add some extra friction she brought me to the point of climax, pulled back, waited, then did it again, and then a third time.
When she pulled back again she rose from the bed and took her tangled nightdress completely off. She posed for me for a second or two.
She removed my pyjamas and straddled me, sitting on my chest backwards. She moved her bottom up towards my face and as my chin parted her cheeks said," Put your tongue out." She positioned her anus over my mouth and I licked around her hole until it was sufficiently lubricated to allow some entry, but after only one or two thrusts she manoeuvred her vagina into position, and slowly began a grinding motion backwards and forwards around and around.
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Keywords: Class, Middle, Incest,