The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

Jacobson’s Dad Chapters:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

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Part 1…

I’m going to let you in on a secret. I’m really fucking horny right now. This happens from time to time, and I assume guys go through the same sort of peaks and valleys with their own libidos, but sometimes I get so fixated on the idea of having sex that I literally can’t focus on anything else.

This is one of those times. And it’s not just a physical buildup either, so masturbation alone isn’t going to resolve the issue. Instead, this type of horniness is much more mental, almost as if it comes from a place of perversion, rather than a need for a physical release. It’s like I need to be weird, and I have to let my kink out, to reset my brain and become a regular, functioning adult again. And the only way really to do this is by having sex with another human being, because nothing else is going to be as satisfying or as enjoyable.

The good news is, I have a date tonight! The better news is, it comes with a high probability of getting laid. And the best news of all is that I don’t even like the guy, so I feel like I can be weird to my heart’s content and never have to speak to him again, which is the ideal scenario. And oh by the way, he’s actually a decent-looking guy, too. He just happens to be kind of a douche. Oof, do people still use that term?

Anyway, his name is Dan, and I know he’s kind of douchey because we already went on a date. Well, half of one at least. Our first date was interrupted when his babysitter texted him to say his daughter, who I believe is in kindergarten, had thrown up. Credit to Dan for actually heading home to relieve his sitter and take care of his child, as perhaps not all divorced dads would’ve done that, but that’s a pretty low bar to give him credit for.

Up until that point, though, Dan had been telling me all about how he and his third-grade son had been cramming for their school’s standardized assessment tests. You know the ones where the entire school shuts down for like half a day so everyone can take these state-mandated reading and math tests? I think schools are judged on how well their students collectively perform, and it also gives parents some idea of where their kid academically stands compared to peers. All in all, they’re pretty inconsequential, and all I remember about my son taking them years ago is that they’d let the kids head out to recess as soon as they were done, so he’d fly through the tests as fast as possible. Whoops!

Anyway, during our first date over dinner, Dan was going into great detail about how hard it was to track down samples of these tests and how he had to mail away for them. And then he and his third-grader had been going over all the different types of questions, so that he’d know what to expect when he took it in school. I mean, this is insane behavior, right?

Helping your high schooler study for the SATs so they have a better chance of getting into college is one thing, but tracking down these obscure, state-mandated elementary school tests just so your kid can outperform and see that he’s supposedly in the 95th percentile? Who the fuck are you?!?

Now I didn’t actually call Dan out on this behavior on our first date, but maybe I should’ve? But anyway, as I said, at least he’s good-looking. And apparently, his kids are with their mom tonight, so there shouldn’t be any risk of us getting interrupted like last time. And oh, by the way, he’s also made it very clear through multiple comments that he supposedly has a huge dick. Ha, you see what I mean about how douchey he is? Although by that criterion, the men on earth are probably douches. Okay, I’ll stop using that word.

But I’ll give Dan credit, his bragging about his manhood does kind of make me want to hook up with him. Not because I’m salivating to get my hands on that supposedly massive cock of his, but instead I’m just super curious to find out whether he’s actually telling the truth or if he’s full of shit! He certainly wouldn’t be the first guy to lie about having a big dick, and if he is, I’m going to enjoy calling him out on it as soon as I see it. But at that point, with his penis exposed and how horny I am, I’m obviously still going to fuck him regardless, so clearly the joke will be on me, ha. Well played, Danny Boy!

Okay, it’s a little after 6 pm, and I’m not meeting Dan at the restaurant until 7, but I’m already almost done getting ready. I had wanted to leave myself enough time to sit down and have a glass of wine at home, you know, just to take the edge off, before Ubering over to the restaurant, but as I’m finishing up applying my eyeliner, I hear my phone vibrate. Hmm, perhaps it’s Dan?

I pick up my phone, and holy shit. It’s not Dan.

It’s a text from Jake?!?

Jake: “Hey Becca, long time, and this is totally random, but any chance you’re home rn?”

Holy shit. I haven’t heard from Jake since the fall, which was what, like six months ago?? And my god, what a fucking night that was. Pure insanity.

That evening, we role-played the hell out of Jake’s incestuous fantasy for his own mother, and I still think back to that night pretty often. I mean, how could I not?!?

Not only did I take this poor 18-year-old kid’s virginity, but I straight-up pretended to be his mom basically the entire night. I even cleaned his ears and clipped his toenails! Don’t get me wrong, the sex was unbelievably hot, and I absolutely loved every profound, dark, secret he confessed to me that night, but I still worry in the back of my mind that I did some severe psychological damage to that boy!

But I wonder what he wants now? After that night, we had texted a few times in the days that followed, just minor pleasantries, but soon enough, he stopped responding, so I just let him be. I didn’t want to press too much, because I always figured he had to have been embarrassed about everything that went down, plus there was my own personal guilt that I just alluded to. And so I never texted him again, and he never did either. Until now, that is.

Me (dying to know why he’s reaching out): “hey Jake! Hope you’re doing well. Yeah, I’m home, what’s up?”

Come on, Jake, text back.

Sweet! I see the three-dot bubble.

Jake (quickly responding): “Yeah, I’m great, thx. Again, I know this is so so random, but any chance I could stop by in the next 10 mins or so? I’m nearby and have something I wanted to talk to u about.”

Woah. That’s interesting. But it also sounds kind of ominous, doesn’t it? Either way, I’m definitely not going to say no.

Me: “Yeah, of course! I’m here, so come on by.”

Jake (even more quickly): “Awesome. See ya soon!”

Holy shit. My first thought is that Dan may be getting stood up tonight! I’m just kidding. If I have to bail on him, I’ll at least let him know, ha. But seriously, what could Jake possibly be coming by to talk about??

I finish up in the bathroom, give myself one last look in the mirror, and then I head downstairs. It actually works out well that I’m all dressed up and ready just in time for my old (or should I say young?) boy toy to come over. But seriously, what would he want to come by to talk about? And why did it have to be in person?? He sounded so formal in his texts.

Is it possible it’s something serious? My very first instinct was that Jake was coming over to hook up, but what if it’s not that? What if it’s the opposite of that! Like maybe he joined Alcoholics Anonymous, and he’s going around making amends to people for one of his steps? That’s how it works, right? He definitely didn’t wrong me in any way, but maybe he thinks he did?

God, I hope it’s not that. What a buzzkill that would be. But it’s also hard to imagine Jake would reach out if all he wanted to do were come over and fuck. That would be kind of weird, and also very forward of him after not hearing anything for like six months. For Jake just to show up at my doorstep for a booty call completely out of the blue, at like 6 p.m. on a Friday? That’s kind of hard to imagine.

I’m not going to lie, though, I do kind of hope he’s coming over just to fuck. With how horny I am, and how perverted our first night together was, I couldn’t imagine a more satisfying way to release this enormous buildup of horniness I have right now. Like fuck it, I’ll pretend to be Jacobson’s mom again in a heartbeat. Let’s do this.

But if that really is what he wants, then why would he have waited so long to reach out? Although maybe he had a girlfriend these last few months, and they finally just broke up…

Ding dong!

Holy shit, is he here? There’s no way that was ten minutes. He must’ve been really close by when he texted! Fuck, I’m so nervous. My heart is legit racing. Calm down, Becca. He’s supposed to be the nervous one, not you, remember?

I head towards the front of my house, and yep, I can see Jake through the side window of my front door, and boy does he look as cute as ever! And now he sees me and breaks out into a huge smile. That’s definitely a good sign, right?!!

I open the front door.

Me (excitedly): “Jake!”

Jake (while moving in for a hug with zero hesitation): “How’re you doing, Becca??”

We embrace, and I’m immediately reminded of how short this boy is. But I don’t care in the least, as he’s simply adorable. And I’ll tell you another thing, he’s filled out quite a bit since the last time he was here. He’s like stronger, like more solidly built. It’s really apparent as we continue to stand here, hugging in my doorway.

Finally, after a good five seconds, Jake releases me from his embrace. I awkwardly hang on just a little longer than he does, though, probably giving away my intentions for the evening. Oh well! I’m sure I’d make a terrible poker player, not that I even know how to play.

But who cares? Another notable aspect of Jake’s physical appearance is the condition of his curly brown mop.

Me (as we step back from one another but retain a little contact with our hands): “Your hair! It’s so long!”

Jake (looking adorably bashful): “Yeah, it’s kinda outta control. How bad is it?”

Me (taking the opportunity to run my right hand through his locks): “No, it’s great! I love it. You’re like a stuffed animal!”

And then I laugh.

Jake (after chuckling): “Yeah, I’m not sure that’s the compliment you think it is.”

This is great. It’s like we’re picking up exactly where we left off.

Me (as I give Jake’s left bicep a playful squeeze): “Yeah, but you’re like a strong stuffed animal. Look at you, you’re all grown up!”

Jake (laughing again while looking down at his arms): “I don’t know if I’ve grown at all, but yeah, I’ve been trying to lift more.”

Jake (then looking back up at me): “But look at you, you look amazing, Becca!”

That’s always nice to hear, even if it’s obviously because I’m all dolled up for my date.

Jake (as a realization dawns on his face): “Oh, are you going out? I’m not holding up any plans, am I?!?”

He’s too sweet, and nope, I don’t think I’m going to be going out after all. Sorry, Dan!

Me (with a deadpan delivery): “No plans! This is just how I always look.”

And then I give him a wry smile, but my joke apparently goes right over his head as I’m pretty sure Jake thinks I was being serious.

Jake (looking relieved): “Oh… okay. Good.”

Ha. He’s too sweet and innocent. And holy shit did I forget how much I missed this boy. And my god, do I want to fuck him. Badly.

Me (as I close the front door): “Well, come on in!”

Jake (as he politely pops off his shoes): “Thanks.”

As Jake and I make our way into my living room, I can’t help but notice how confident he seems. It’s not just in what he’s saying, but how he’s saying it, and how he just kind of assertively texted me and then strolled on by here tonight. It’s like he’s calling the shots.

It’s also a complete 180 from the last time he came to my door, when he seemed like a baby deer in headlights. Of course, right after that, I took little Bambi by the hand and led him up to my bedroom to take his virginity, so everything about this time feels different. Tonight, though, it’s almost like we’re equals, as if neither one of us knows what’s going to happen, instead of last time when I was in complete control.

Me (as I motion to Jake to have a seat on the couch next to me): “So… I’m dying to know. What did you want to talk to me about??”

Oh, I totally just jinxed it, didn’t I? Now, all of a sudden, Jake looks legitimately kind of nervous regarding whatever he’s about to say.

Jake (as he sits down, exhales, and then puts his hands on his two knees like an old man): “Well…”

The suspense is killing me! And I’m worried it won’t be good news.

Jake (after an extended pause): “So… it happened.”

It happened? What happened?? Huh?

Oh. Holy shit. No way. That happened?!?

Me (startled with both excitement and legitimate disbelief): “It happened?!?!?”

Me (99% sure I know what he’s referring to): “Like…”

Jake starts to nod and smirk.

Me: “You… and your mom…”

More nodding.

Me: “…happened?”

Jake with his most vigorous nodding yet.

Holy shit. I have so many questions.

Me (stunned by this news): “Whaaa… where? When did this happen?? How did it happen?!?”

Jake (now looking confident again, as if he knows he’s got me hanging on his every word, which he clearly does): “So… it actually all went down exactly how you envisioned.”

Me (confused): “How I envisioned??”

Jake: “Yeah, like our little role play that you set up.”

Me (as the memories from our night in the fall continue to come back into focus): “Oh, like with you standing out in the doorway?”

Jake (as he leans in a little closer to me on the couch): “Yeah… just like that. One night, when I was home, I heard the familiar buzzing of my mom’s vibrator, so, as I always did, I made my way down the hall to peek into her bedroom through the crack in her door. But this time, I was less concerned with hiding the fact that I was there.”

Me (so excited to hear this story): “Oh my god. When was this?? Did this just happen recently?”

Jake: “No, this happened a while ago. It actually was during my first trip back home after the night you and I were together.”

Wow. He fucked his mom like six months ago? Well, I assume he fucked her. I guess I should wait for the whole story before jumping to any conclusions.

Me (putting two and two together): “Oh, is this about the same time that you stopped responding to my texts?”

Jake (looking legitimately contrite): “Oh yeah… sorry. I knew I couldn’t tell anyone about what had just happened, and I also thought I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we were still chatting, so I just kinda ghosted you. I’m really sorry about that.”

Me (not offended in the least, and desperately wanting to hear the actual story): “Oh, that’s fine. Who cares. So what happened next after you started watching her???”

Jake (looking so adorable sitting next to me on my couch): “Well… I could tell that she knew I was there. There was no doubt. And the cool thing was, she kept masturbating. Like she didn’t bat an eye, not even for a second, and if anything, it seemed like she was putting on even more of a show for me.”

Me (still with so many questions): “What was she wearing? How was she masturbating?? And was she using the vibrator on herself? Like, could you see that??”

Jake (chuckling at my over-exuberance): “She was wearing her usual nightgown, as well as a pair of plain white underwear. And she was just rubbing her vibrator all around against her pussy, but on the outside of her undies.”

Before Jake continues, I glance down at the jeans he’s wearing, and I contemplate just unbuttoning them and ripping them clean off of him. I figure I could have them on the floor within 10 seconds, and shortly thereafter, his adorable little cock would be back in my mouth, where it belongs. Did I mention yet that Jake has a tiny cock? Well, he does. It’s like 3-and-a-half inches long, but oh-so-satisfying to consume.

Me (deciding instead just to let the boy finish his story): “Okay… so then what happened?”

Jake (sounding so proud): “So then I gently pushed open the door, and I took a few steps in. Just like I had done with you.”

Oh my god. I’m totally responsible for this boy and his mother fucking each other, aren’t I? Like I caused this incest to happen. Without me, Jake never walks into that bedroom, and whatever is about to unfold never actually occurs. Who the fuck am I? And what the fuck is wrong with me, because holy shit, this is so undeniably hot.

Me (scooting even closer to Jake to where I’m clearly invading his personal space now): “And then what did she do??”

Jake: “We made eye contact, like just stared at one another. And then I froze, like right where I was, which was probably about 8 feet away from her. I didn’t know what to do next, but then my mom did the most amazing thing.”

Jake pauses, as if he’s purposefully trying to maximize my suspense. Which, yeah, it’s working.

Me (desperately, as I place my hand on Jake’s left knee closest to me): “What did she do??”

Jake (smiling): “She placed her white vibrator down on the bed, and then she lifted her legs high up into the air as she slid her underwear down her legs and off her feet. Then she tossed those aside and let her legs naturally fall open.”

Me: “Oh wow. So you had a clear view of her pussy?”

Jake: “Yeah… completely clear. She was like totally spread open, and I could see everything.”

Me (sounding like a broken record): “So what did you do?”

Jake: “Well, before I could do anything, she finally said something. She told me that she had been waiting for this moment forever.”

Me (with excitement): “Ha! So she always knew you had been watching her all those other times?”

Jake (bashfully): “Yeah… she knew… seemingly from the very beginning.”

Me (boastfully): “I knew it! Mothers always know, ha.”

Jake (after laughing at my gloating): “So then in response, I said something similar, like I had always wanted so badly to come into her room when she was doing this, but I was always just too afraid.”

Jake (now looking right at me): “And so when she heard that, she broke out into a huge smile… so then I just went for it.”

Me (very intrigued by Jake’s phrasing just now): “Went for it?”

Jake: “Yeah, I just moved forward, crouched down, and started licking her.”

Oh my god. This is so wrong, but I can’t help myself.

Me: “You just started licking your mom’s pussy? Like you were just eating out of your own mother’s vagina?? The same vagina that gave birth to you, like 18 years ago?!? Wait, are you still 18 or did you turn 19?”

Jake (chucking): “Yeah, I’m still 18. My birthday’s not for a few more months. And yeah, I just started eating her out. I couldn’t help myself. Once she had taken off her underwear and her pussy was all exposed, the smell was so intoxicating, it was just all so overwhelming. Like I literally couldn’t control my actions.”

Holy shit, I am so turned on right now.

Me (as I fully lean into Jake and run my hand through his adorable light brown curls): “And so how was it? How did she taste?? And what did your mom think of what you were doing?”

Jake (giving me a much more serious look now as if he’s getting turned on too): “She tasted soooooo good. It was amazing. And I think my mom thought so too, as she ended up coming pretty quickly. Like, probably within 30 seconds or so of me first licking her.”

Me (pulling my hand out of his locks): “Oh wow. How did you know she was coming?”

Jake (slyly smirking): “Because she was telling me that she was coming.”

Holy shit. The confidence in this boy right now is really quite astounding. He’s nothing at all like the shy, meek, little virgin who showed up on my doorstep back in the fall. Did fucking his mom give him the ultimate confidence boost or something?

Me (continuing with my never-ending stream of questions): “So did she call you Jacobson while she was doing that? Like, was she like ‘Jacobson, I’m coming’?”

I’m just curious, you know? Supposedly, that’s how she addresses him, as Jake had said she’s the only person in the world who calls him that. Not to mention that was a big part of our own roleplay when the two of us had sex.

Jake (chuckles): “That I don’t remember, but yeah, she was telling me over and over that I was making her come.”

Wow. This cute little boy was licking his own mother’s vagina, and he made her orgasm within seconds. That only happens if she had been thinking in advance about this for a long, long time.

Jake: “But I really have you to thank…”

Me (I think I know where this is going): “For giving you the courage to go into your mom’s bedroom finally?”

Jake: “Well, yeah… that was one part… but I was referring to something else. When I was here, you taught me how important it is to lick the clitoris, you know? And I don’t think I understood that before… at least not fully. But I was definitely thinking of that this very first time I went down on my mom… and I think that’s what made her come so quickly.”

This very first time? That makes it sound like he’s eaten his mom’s pussy several times since? Hmmmm.

Me (now trying to remember the specifics of how Jake went down on me, and I’m honestly drawing a blank): “Oh okay… glad I could help, ha.”

Me (feeling like we’re still nowhere close to being done with this story though): “So then what happened? After she came?”

Jake (exhaling): “Well… then she pulled me up onto the bed… frantically ripped off all of my clothes… and then she immediately started going down on me.”

Yeah, I can see that. This woman, who apparently had been waiting forever for the chance to be with her son, finally gets to live out her ultimate fantasy, comes all over her boy’s face, and then immediately forces him naked so she can start sucking him off. I’m beginning to really like this woman, or at least relate to her. Minus the part about how she’s sexually attracted to her own son and all, ha.

Speaking of which, how does that work exactly? The whole wanting-to-fuck-your-own-son thing? I feel like I’m in a decent position to relate, as I not only have a son, but one that’s almost the same age as Jake, and yet I find this desire of hers to be so incomprehensible.

Now with my own son, it’s not like if someone showed me a naked picture of him, I’d scream, cover my eyes, and run away to throw up out of disgust. In other words, I’m not offended or grossed out by his sexuality. Not at all. Instead, I just simply find the idea of him as a sexual being to be so absolutely and completely uninteresting that I don’t even bother thinking about it in the first place. Which of course is funny, because I think about sex a lot, like in pretty much every other context, ha.

But anyway, why did Jake’s Mom not develop this same total lack of interest in her own son’s sexuality?!? Or to flip the question around, when and how did she start looking at her son as a sexual being? Like, when did she first become attracted to him??

Is it possible she was just always this way? Was Jake’s mom simply born without this evolutionary trait that makes us all sexually disinterested in our own family members? You don’t have to be a geneticist to know why this inherent disinterest exists. Clearly, it’s pretty consistent across all living things, so it seems very unlikely that nature would’ve just skipped her over in this way.

But if Jake’s mom didn’t come into the world like this, then there must’ve been some incident or noteworthy event that triggered these feelings towards her son, right? Like, did she accidentally see him naked a few years ago, or did she catch him jerking off when he was younger or something?

Both of those seem pretty improbable. Not that they wouldn’t have happened, but just that they’d be doubtful to have resulted in these incestuous feelings of hers. I mean, I’m sure tons of mothers accidentally walk in on their sons masturbating, but that doesn’t make the moms want to start having sex with them!

In fact, while it never happened to me, I can think of two of my friends off the top of my head who had this happen to them, where they walked in on their sons, and they just laughed it off. They did tell all their friends about it, though, so keep that in mind if you’re reading this, and your mom has ever caught you wanking it! 😛

But anyway, this seems like such an unlikely explanation, mainly because if Jake and his mom did have some sort of a significant incident when he was younger, I’m guessing he would’ve already told me about it! I mean, this is the boy who’s confessed about how he’d spy on his mom masturbating, how he’d look down her nightgown at bedtime, and even how he would raid her laundry so he could suck on her dirty underwear! That’s pretty much the definition of having nothing to hide.

So I guess I’m back at square one. It doesn’t make sense to me that Jake’s mom would be predispositioned to be this way, but it also doesn’t seem like there was anything specific to Jake that could have triggered her feelings for him, either. So maybe I’m just never meant to know how she got to be like this? That would be too bad, because despite being completely unable to relate to these incestuous desires of hers, I am deeply fascinated by them, and I would be so curious to know how they came to be.

Speaking of desires, though, I’ll tell you the one desire of hers that I can definitely relate to, and that’s wanting to frantically rip off Jake’s clothes right now to start sucking him off! Jake just mentioned that’s what his mom had done to him right after he finished eating her out, and that’s the same thought I had about Jake just a few minutes ago! So in addition to finding this woman totally perplexing, I’m also kind of jealous of her, ha.

Yep, look at this cutie sitting right next to me. God, I wish I were the one in the story getting to suck off Jake’s tiny little penis! I really, really want that thing in my mouth again, like I’m literally salivating over the thought of engulfing that young cock and feeling it blow its load right down the back of my throat.

I’m sure you’ll laugh, but every single time I’ve gone down on a guy since that night with Jake (which, to be fair, isn’t that many), the first thought that always crosses my mind when I see this other guy’s cock, is how much I miss that adorable, tiny, 3-and-a-half-inch pecker of Jake’s. It was such a satisfying and enjoyable experience to suck that thing off, that every blow job I’ve given since just can’t compare. I think what I miss most of all was the self-esteem boost that came with taking his entire member into my mouth with such ease. It made me feel like I was some sort of porn star or something, ha.

Anyhoo, that also makes me wonder (and yes, I fully realize how wildly out of control my mind is wandering right now), did Jake’s mom know how small his dick was going to be before she saw it that night? Like, had she seen it before, all fully grown, like, since he went through puberty?

And now I’m super curious if Jake’s father also had a tiny penis, just like his son does now. That sort of thing has to be hereditary, right? I remember Jake telling me that he had never met his father, and that he was the result of some sort of one-night stand, but I would bet that his mom would’ve remembered a cock that small, even if it was just for one night. I know I did!

Okay, enough is enough. Let’s get back to the story at hand.

Me (still plenty curious about this mother-son blow job): “And so she made you come, I assume? Where did you come from?”

Jake (subtly laughing at my continued interest in all the nitty gritty details): “Yeah, she did… and I came in her mouth… rather quickly… as you probably could’ve guessed.”

Me: “Oh wow… and so did she swallow your load? Like she ate the cum of her own biological son??”

Yeah, I’m still just in utter disbelief.

Jake (nonchalantly): “I love how graphic all of your questions are, Becca… and yes… she did.”

Jake (now showing off some more of that newfound confidence I mentioned before): “I’m turning you on, aren’t I?”

Me (playfully with a smile): “It’s more the story that’s doing it, than you specifically, but yeah…”

Jake (seemingly getting my joke this time as he also smiles): “Okay, I’ll take it. That works for this situation.”

Hmmm, this situation? He kind of said that as if he had some sort of larger plan in place here. It’s still not entirely clear why he came to my house, and why tonight, but I’m also not complaining.

Me (I really am like a broken record): “Okay, and then what? After you had both had orgasmed?”

Jake: “Well… after I came, we started kissing for a bit, like full-on making out. Then we fell asleep… or at least I did. Then in the morning when we woke up… we were both still naked… and then we started cuddling… and then honestly my mom kinda freaked out a little bit.”

Me (surprised at this): “Freaked out?”

Jake: “Yeah, like she was panicking that we had made a huge mistake or something.”

Interesting. So this woman is human after all, considering that’s a pretty normal reaction, to you know, giving your son a blow job.

Me: “Oh. Okay. And did you? Had you made a huge mistake?”

Jake (emphatically): “No! And I told her that. I told her how badly I had wanted to be with her, and how long I had wanted it. And then I basically just admitted everything to her. I told her all about how I would jerk off in my room to the thought of her masturbating. And I even admitted how I would go through her laundry and lick her dirty underwear.”

Wow. This is super interesting for several reasons.

Me: “Oh wow. You told her all that? And had she known about that before you admitted it?”

Jake: “She seemed surprised, at least about the dirty underwear, so maybe she didn’t. But when I told her all that stuff, it seemed to reassure her, as if it put her mind at ease… because I think she had thought she had taken advantage of me or something.”

God, I wish I could’ve watched this whole scene unfold. It must’ve been fascinating to see their emotions on display as they talked through this.

Jake (continuing): “And then… and I have to warn you, I’m really sorry about this…”

Sorry about what? What is he about to say?

Jake (looking contrite again, like when he had admitted to ghosting me over text): “…but then she asked me if I was a virgin… and I said I was.”

Oh, that’s what he’s worried about?!? That he lied to his mom about having had sex with me?? What a sweetheart this kid is.

Me (reassuringly): “Oh, don’t apologize! I don’t care about that at all. Seriously. Not one bit. I assume you just said that because you didn’t wanna go into the whole story of me, right? I would’ve done the same thing, ha.”

Well, I wouldn’t have been in this situation to begin with, but you know what I mean. 😛

Jake (looking relieved): “Oh… okay, good. Yeah, that was exactly it. I didn’t know how in the world I was going to explain you and everything we did to my mom, and it seemed like she was finally feeling better about us, so the last thing in the world I wanted to do was rock the boat in any way, so to speak.”

I simply smile.

Jake (continuing): “And besides, she knows all about you now.”

She does what now?? That’s more than a little interesting.

Me (quite surprised): “She does?”

Jake nods innocently, and now I’m really beginning to wonder, just what exactly is the point of your visit here, Jake?

Me (feeling the need to get to the bottom of this): “So why exactly did you come to my house tonight?”

Jake (caught a little off guard by my direct question): “Oh. Don’t you want to hear the rest of the story first?”

Me (nah, I’m good): “I think I got the gist of it. She asked you if you were a virgin. You said you were. You guys had sex that morning, and you’ve been fucking ever since. Does that pretty much cover it?”

Jake (shocked by my ability to infer the rest of the plot): “Uh… yeah. That’s pretty accurate.”

Me (I just can’t help myself): “Oooooh. I do have one question, though. Did you come inside her that very first time? Or did you use a condom?”

Jake: “Yeah, I did. Come inside her, that is. We’ve never used a condom before.”

That’s hot. So fucking hot.

But let’s stay focused, Becca.

Me (getting back to business): “Okay, Jake, so what brings you to my house tonight?”

Jake (looking nervous again as I’m clearly putting him on the spot): “Oh wow… well… my mom… my mom thinks it’s important… that I have a chance to not just be with her… if that makes sense.”

Interesting.

Me (trying to clarify): “So your mom sent you here to have sex with me again?”

Jake (still looking nervous): “Uh… yes and no. She sent me here… to see if you’ll come with me to her house… so she can watch us be together… because she also wants to see it for herself.”

Wow. Even more interesting. Hmmmm. What do I think about this? Well, one thing that’s been obvious this whole time is that I am really, really fucking horny. Hell, I was pretty amped up at the start of the evening, but now, after getting that text from Jake and listening to this whole story of real-life, warm-blooded, honest-to-god, forbidden incest, I feel like I’m ready to explode.

Beyond that, I’m also so fucking curious as to what this relationship between Jake and his mom would look like. Like, I have an infinite amount of questions.

Fuck it. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to go all out.

Me (matter-of-factly): “If I go to your mom’s house, can I also watch you and your mom fuck each other?”

Jake (perking up with excitement at my question): “Oh, definitely! I’m sure she’d be so into that. Does that mean you’ll come?”

Holy shit, he’s so giddy.

Well, I said I wanted to get my kink on tonight, and holy shit, it doesn’t get any kinkier than this. In fact, this proposition is so absurd that it doesn’t even feel real, and I think that’s why I have to do it.

I just need to see this. I need to go to this woman’s house, or I think I’ll always regret it. I need to know if this boy eats his own mother. And then the two of us need to take turns sucking his perfect little cock. And then most of all, I need to watch this boy come inside of his own mom. I need to see it all. I need to know what she looks like. I need to see how they interact. It’s so weird, so bizarre, so unnatural, but so fascinating, and so unbelievably tempting.

Me (to Jake): “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s hit the road. But we’re driving separately.”

Jake (looking ecstatic): “Oh my god, you’re serious?!?”

Me (while nodding): “Yep.”

Jake (still so excited): “Okay, okay. Amazing. Let me just call my mom real quick to let her know.”

Ha. Perfect. Look at this adorable little cutie picking up his phone to call his mommy. I can’t wait to see what this woman is actually like. In fact, I’ve never been more curious to meet someone in my entire life.

*****

Part 2…

Jake’s eyes are so cute. As he’s waiting for his mom to answer his call, he’s holding his iPhone to his ear and staring at me with the biggest grin, and it’s causing the sides of his eyes to scrunch up most adorably.

Oooooh. I think she just picked up!

Jake (speaking into his phone): “Hey! Yeah, I’m here… Yep! Yeah… she’s in! Yeah, seriously.”

Jake gives me another look, and another smile, and it’s clear he just broke the news to his mom that the two of us will be heading her way.

You know, when Jake asked me a couple of minutes ago if I would be willing to accompany him to his mother’s house, I actually did have to contemplate the offer, at least for a few seconds. Like for real, that wasn’t bullshit. I mean, as horny as I am, and as sexy as Jake’s tight little body is, it’s still such a mind-fuck of a proposition, mainly because I’m struggling even to begin to comprehend this potential scenario. But in the end, I think that’s precisely what made me say yes. I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen if I end up going to his mom’s house, so I feel like I have no choice but to do it!

Jake (still talking to his mom): “Yeah… I don’t think so. I don’t know, about an hour maybe? Yeah… we will. Okay… love you too. See you soon.”

And then he hangs up. It’s interesting how much that phone call sounded like any other typical mother/son conversation, as it easily could’ve been me talking to my own son with how short his answers were, ha. Although the one notable difference is that I struggle to get my son ever to say ‘I love you’ back when we hang up, but maybe that’s because I’m not fucking him! 😛

Jake (clearly excited and ready to roll): “Alright, should we hit the road?! Here… let me send you the address so you have it, but you can also just follow me while we drive.”

I pull out my own iPhone and get the text from Jake with the address of his mother’s house. It’s an hour and two minutes away, so we’ll be getting there right around 8. Shit, it’s already 6:56! I was supposed to meet my date, Dan, at the restaurant at 7, so he’s probably there by now!

I feel bad, so I need to text him ASAP.

Me (texting Dan): “Hey! So sorry about the really late notice on this, but I just came down with something fierce and can’t make it tonight. I feel bad (in every way possible), but we’ll have to reschedule for when I’m better. Sorry!”

Okay, glad that’s out of the way.

Me (as I stand up and head towards the door to get my shoes on): “You ready?”

Jake (still grinning): “Definitely!”

We step outside, and with how unseasonably warm it is, I don’t even bother grabbing a coat. As I’m locking my front door, though, I hear my phone vibrate.

I take a look, and it’s a text back from Dan.

Dan: “What kind of sickness?”

What the fuck? No ‘that’s ok’ or ‘sorry to hear that’ or god forbid, ‘hope you feel better!’. Just an abrupt message asking for more details? Does he think I’m lying or something? And yes, I fully realize that I actually am lying, but that’s not the point.

Fine, if he wants details. I’ll give him some mother fucking details.

Me (as Jake is getting into his car): “Hold on a sec, I just have to send one more text.”

Me (texting Dan): “It’s bad. Was feeling fine, then got hit with diarrhea spraying out in every direction. Worst part is a lot of it ran down my legs and ruined the spray tan I had just gotten this afternoon.”

Ha. I didn’t actually get a spray tan, but Dan doesn’t know that.

Dan (immediately texting back): “ew tmi.”

TMI? Who says that? What a douche.

Me (putting my phone away): “Okay… all good… let’s hit the road.”

We start driving, and while I have the directions up on my phone, I’m also following Jake, as he suggested. He has the same beat-up Kia Soul that he had six months ago, but I remember Jake gushing sweetly about how it was a present from his mom, so I definitely wasn’t going to comment on the rough shape of his vehicle. I also get the sense, not only from his car but from other comments he’s made, that he and his mom don’t have a lot of money, so I’ll be curious to see where they live.

You know what else I’m curious about? What is this woman’s name? I just realized that in all this time that Jake and I have been discussing his mom, we’ve only ever referred to her as ‘his mom’. So that’ll be the first order of business when I meet her, find out her name, ha. And the second order of business? Ask her how she managed to cheat the unflinching forces of evolution and become so extremely horny for her own son. Just kidding, I’m not going to be rude!

And while I don’t even know her name, it’s clear she already knows a thing or two about me. Based on this whole proposition, it’s pretty apparent she knows that Jake and I had sex. But I wonder if there’s any chance he told her about our role-play? My god, that would be so embarrassing if he did.

Okay, we’re getting onto the highway. Now, in addition to not knowing her name, I also have no idea what this woman looks like. Like is she pretty? Jake had mentioned that she never really dated when he was growing up, so maybe looks aren’t super important to her. But Jake’s a good-looking kid, so it seems reasonable that she probably has some natural beauty that got passed on down to her son. Although maybe Jake got his adorable smile and curly brown locks from his one-night-stand dad? Ha, I’m most curious if he got his tiny penis from him, too. 😛

In my mind, I picture Jake’s mom as kind of a mousey librarian. She’s petite and skinny, but doesn’t take good care of herself. Her hair’s a little tangled, her clothes are old-fashioned, and so while there’s a lot of potential there, the current product is a little unfinished. Ha, I’m basically picturing Jake’s mom as a grown-up version of the She’s All That girl, glasses and all.

I think part of it is, I’m also imagining that she’s got to be a little weird, like almost a social hermit even? But that’s solely based on the fact that she’s in a full-blown sexual relationship with her son. I mean, that’s not normal, right? There simply has to be something off about her. Although all things considered, Jake is a very likable and well-adjusted kid. Just talking with him, you’d never be able to guess that he has this profound, dark secret, so maybe his mom hides it just as well? Something tells me she doesn’t, though.

But I guess we’ll find out soon enough! We’re almost to Jake’s mom’s house, according to the GPS, which says we’re only 2 minutes away. This is definitely a lower-income area, as almost all the homes are single-story and very modest. We make one last turn, and it looks like we’re heading to the last house on the right, just before the railroad tracks.

Jake pulls up to the curb, and I follow his lead by parking right behind him. We both get out of our cars, and I’m taking in as much of the scene as I can, which isn’t much because it’s fully dark now, and there don’t appear to be any street lights around.

Jake (seeming a little nervous, which is probably to be expected): “Well… here we are. Should we head on in?”

Me (trying to put him at ease as much as I can): “That sounds great! Lead the way…”

Jake and I head towards his mom’s front door, where she’s left the light on for us, and while I was expecting him to either ring the doorbell or at least knock, he just opens the door and ushers us in. In hindsight, I guess that makes sense, considering he still lives here when he’s not at school.

Once we’re inside, we both immediately take off our shoes before taking a few steps into their living room in our socks. The first thing I notice is there’s quite a bit of clutter around, like a stack of papers and mail on the kitchen counter, and a pile of folded clothes on her coffee table. There’s also a seemingly endless number of framed pictures strewn about: each of the end tables in the living room displays a bunch of photos, and there are even more hanging on the walls. I immediately spot some younger versions of Jake, and somehow he looks even cuter as a kid than he is now, and that’s saying something!

Jake (calling down the hallway): “Mom??? We’re here!”

I hear someone walking down the corridor that I assume leads to their bedrooms, and then I see her.

Wow. Jake’s mom is gorgeous! Well, she’s not done up or anything as she’s just wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, but she’s beautiful. Like, really pretty. I was not expecting her to look like this!

She actually has a similar build to mine, but looks like she’s in even better shape than I am. Her hair is the same shade of brown as Jake’s, but is straight instead of curly. And while her hair is lighter than mine in color, it’s also a little longer. And as I said, she doesn’t appear to be wearing much makeup, yet she’s very naturally beautiful.

The other thing that’s incredibly apparent is the resemblance between Jake and his mother. If there was any thought that maybe there was some sort of adoption angle going on here to help explain their sexual relationship, one look at their perfectly identical noses will immediately squash that idea. They are clearly related, through and through.

Jake’s Mom (heading towards her son with arms out): “Honey Bear! So good to see you!”

She gives Jake a big hug along with a kiss on the cheek, and it’s an interaction worthy of any mother who hasn’t seen her son for a few weeks.

Jake’s mom then immediately turns her attention to me. She’s coming over for a handshake, or no, scratch that, I’m apparently getting a hug, too.

Jake’s Mom (as we embrace): “And you must be Becca… I’ve heard so much about you!”

Jake’s Mom (as we separate and before I have time to respond): “I’m Jen. Nice to finally meet you!”

Okay, so mystery one has been solved. Her name is Jen. It’s also noteworthy that she called Jake ‘Honey Bear’, as that was the nickname he had instructed me to use when I was role-playing as his mom. Now I just need to make sure I don’t accidentally call him that, too, ha.

Me (to Jen): “Yeah, of course. Nice to meet you, too… and thanks for letting me tag along with your son.”

Ugh. Tag along? That was such a weird way to phrase that. I wasn’t tagging along; I was specifically invited.

Clearly, I’m nervous right now, but I just need to calm down and get a grip. I know this situation is totally bizarre, but Jen seems nice, and I already know Jake reasonably well, so everything’s going to be fine. I think I’m still just a little thrown off by the fact that Jake’s mom is not at all like I was expecting!

Jen (quickly): “Oh, of course! And don’t be silly… it seems like you’re the one who’s doing us the favor, by coming here.”

Jen (turning to Jake and giving him an obvious wink): “Am I right?”

Okay, so Jen’s clearly not beating around the bush regarding the purpose of my visit, it seems.

Jake (looking slightly embarrassed): “Mom! Don’t be weird.”

Ha. That’s what you’re worried about, Jake? That one little comment and wink? It’s also humorous that Jake still gets embarrassed by his mom, just like any other son would, even with their, ahem, extra special relationship?

Jen (chuckling and responding to her son): “Oh, relax… I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little. Speaking of which… Becca, can I get you something to drink? We have plenty of beer, and then there’s some wine in the fridge, too.”

Me (definitely not going to turn down a drink right now): “Sure. Wine would be great.”

Jen (as she opens her fridge): “Is white okay?”

I confirm that it is, and Jen begins pouring some Barefoot Chardonnay for both of us. Sure, it’s certainly not the classiest wine, especially considering she’s serving it in two regular drinking glasses, but at least it’s a healthy pour!

After handing me my roughly 10 ounces of wine, she retrieves a Coors Light from the fridge and casually tosses it to Jake. Yep, this woman is definitely not the mousey librarian that I was expecting. If anything, she actually seems more like the ‘cool mom’ type?

Jen (looking at me as Jake cracks open his beer): “You’re not going to judge me for giving an underage boy some beer, are you?”

Then she laughs, indicating that it was clearly a joke.

Lady, if I’m not going to judge you for fucking your own son, then I’m definitely not going to care about you giving an 18-year-old some beer. But I’m pretty sure that was the point of her joke.

Although I don’t think it’s 100% accurate for me to claim I’m not judging her regarding this whole incestuous elephant in the room, either. I actually think I sort of am judging her, at least a little, but I’m just too horny and curious to care. And yeah, I realize that makes me kind of a hypocrite.

Me (while laughing politely at her joke): “Ha, no… I’m sure drinking beer has already become old hat for Jake and his buddies at college.”

Jen (perking up): “Ah… speaking of college buddies, my son told me all about your adventurous little romp in his dormitory back in the fall. I think he was pretty disappointed not to have been part of it, though. Isn’t that right, Hon?”

Shit. He told her about that? Jake again looks annoyed at his mom, but this time more legitimately so than after her comment with the wink.

Welp. So I guess I just have to assume he’s told her everything about me, including the role-playing we did. For whatever reason, I’m hit with a wave of embarrassment over this.

Me (trying my best also to downplay that night in the dorm): “Ah… of course. Yep, that was an interesting evening… and also the very first night of my separation from my ex-husband, which probably helps to explain my mindset, ha.”

Jen (quickly): “Oh, it’s okay. I definitely wasn’t judging you! I’m sure it was a fun night!”

It’s not really her knowing about the dorm room incident that bothers me, though; it’s the role-playing aspect I’m worried about. Specifically, will she think I was mocking their relationship by pretending to be her? She seems pretty chill, but that could be a facade, simply covering for the fact that she’s actually offended by what Jake and I did at my place.

Although I’m probably overreacting about this, I mean, our night happened before any of their stuff, right? Either way, I think I need a drink, so I take a decent-sized gulp of my wine. And then another.

Jen (to me a little more quietly): “Becca, you seem a little nervous. Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be. Here… let’s all have a seat in the living room.”

That’s probably a good idea. I sit down in one of their standalone chairs, and Jake takes a seat on the couch. It’s noteworthy how quiet he’s been so far.

It’s also noteworthy that Jen is outgoing and personable. This is the woman who supposedly stayed at home all these years raising Jake, and never went on any dates as a single mom? How can that be??

She seems so confident and self-assured, and you combine that with how beautiful she is, and something just doesn’t add up. I guess the most straightforward explanation is that she simply hid all her dating activity from Jake over the years. Perhaps so as not to make him jealous? Ha, is it possible she was thinking that far ahead and knew the relationship they’d eventually develop? I have no idea, but it’s all so weird.

Jen (to me after I’m already sitting): “Do you wanna sit next to Jacobson? I’m fine either way.”

There’s that formal name of his.

Me (smiling politely): “I’m good… but thanks.”

Jen sits down next to her son, and I’m trying to take a deep breath without letting on. Jen’s obviously right that I clearly am nervous right now, but I’m not entirely sure why. So far, I feel like everything is going pretty well, honestly, about as good as it could be going, so I need to keep that in mind. This situation obviously is strange, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s bad.

I try to focus on something else, and I see on the end table next to my chair, there’s an older picture that appears to be of a girl and her parents. I pick it up to take a closer look.

Me (to Jen): “Is this you from when you were a kid?”

Jen (confirming): “It is! I was 11 in that one.”

Jen’s mom is a petite little thing, definitely shorter than Jen is now, and she looks nice enough. Her dad’s a lot bigger than the two of them, but it’s funny, though, as he has a noticeable scowl on his face and isn’t even remotely trying to smile.

Me: “It’s a nice picture. Are you an only child?”

Jen: “Yeah, just like my Honey Bear.”

Jen (sounding more somber now): “I keep that picture out because that’s the last one I have with my mom in it.”

Oh my god. Am I assuming she died soon after this was taken? I guess they could’ve gotten divorced or something, but the way Jen phrased it, I don’t think so.

Me (following a little bit of a pause, and after debating whether or not to ask): “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Do you mind me asking what happened?”

Jen (after giving Jake’s thigh a loving rub): “Oh, not at all. It was congestive heart failure. She was so young, but such is life. But yeah… I didn’t have the most loving parents, even before my mom passed, so it was pretty tough.”

Me (feeling all sorts of sympathy towards Jen now): “Oh, I’m so sorry. So it sounds like you had a rough relationship with your parents growing up?”

Jen (very matter-of-factly): “I mean, they took care of me… like they fed me and kept me clothed. But when I was a kid, they just never showed much affection. Like, look at my dad in that picture. He’s like literally frowning, and that’s pretty much how he always looked.”

Me (chuckling): “Yeah, I did notice that.”

Jen: “My mom wasn’t much better. She was always so focused on being proper. But my dad, he was a Vietnam vet, and he worked long hours… and… you know what? Did you ever watch the show The Wonder Years when you were growing up?”

Me (totally getting her reference): “Oh my god, all the time! I loved that show. I had such a huge crush on Kevin Arnold.”

Jen (excited to see I know the show she was referring to): “Oh, perfect! Yeah, I was always more partial to Paul Pfeiffer, myself.”

Oh seriously? That’s kind of strange. No offense, actor who played Paul, if you’re reading this.

Jen (quickly): “I’m just fucking with you, Becca. I had a big crush on Kevin, too. You should’ve seen the look on your face, though!”

Ha, that was legitimately pretty funny. Poor Paul. Anyway, I’m starting to like this woman more and more. It’s like the more I learn about her, the more I realize we’re actually pretty similar. Minus the, you know, one thing. 😛

Jake (who probably is starting to feel left out of the conversation): “Who’s Kevin Arnold?”

Jen (answering her son): “Just a character from a tv show when Becca and I were growing up.”

Jen (turning back to me): “I even had a poster of Fred Savage on my wall that I used to pretend kiss. Well, pretend is probably the wrong word as I actually would kiss the poster!”

That’s awesome.

Me (smiling): “That’s too funny.”

Me (realizing something and feeling a little saucy now that things are starting to lighten up): “You know, Jake, you actually kind of look like Kevin Arnold. Your hair’s a tad curlier than his, but you have the same sort of build, and you’re just as cute.”

Jen (chiming right in): “He does kind of look like him! I had never thought of that before, but yeah… my own little Fred Savage here.”

We both laugh some more, and Jake still looks entirely out of the loop.

Jen: “But anyway… back to my point. Do you remember the dad from the show?”

Me (confidently): “Yeah, absolutely. He was always so surly and angry at Kevin and his brother, Wayne.”

Jen: “Yeah, exactly. He was perpetually disgruntled and annoyed with the world, and it seemed like nothing would ever go his way… and that’s exactly how my dad was. In fact, I remember watching The Wonder Years and thinking how well they did at creating a realistic father on the show! Little did I know that’s not how all fathers were, but the similarity between the two of them was uncanny.”

Me (really understanding now): “Wow. Okay, yeah… I can totally picture what that dad was like.”

Jen: “Yeah, so long story short, my parents were not very loving to begin with, and then the world really took a big ol’ shit on my dad with my mom dying, and then things got even worse. Like, not only did he never tell me he loved me when I was a kid, but he couldn’t even say those words to me when I was balling my eyes out at my mom’s funeral.”

Jake (speaking directly to his mom): “This is Poppi you’re talking about, right? He doesn’t seem like that to me.”

Poppi must be what they call him.

Jen (responding to her son): “Yeah, I know. Poppi’s definitely softened up as he’s gotten older. I’m talking more about when I was a kid.”

Jake: “Oh, okay. Yeah… the only time I can picture him getting upset is when he’s trying to fix something for us, and it’s not working!”

Jen (after chuckling in response to her son’s comment, and then turning to me): “My dad is basically our go-to handyman whenever anything breaks, which is a nice perk to have.”

That’s good to hear that Jake doesn’t think of his grandfather as negatively as his mom did, or does, it sounds like. It also sounds like he’s around pretty often, so he must live close by. I feel like it’s good that Jake had a male presence in his life growing up, given that his dad was nowhere to be found. This makes me so curious to ask Jen about Jake’s biological father, though I’m worried that’s just too invasive a question to ask, at least at this point.

I’ll tell you what, though, hearing Jen’s tale about her mom dying and her strained relationship with her parents has sort of put me at ease in a weird way. It’s as if Jen opening up to me and how willing she’s been to share these personal stories is making me so much more comfortable being here.

Me (reiterating my sympathy): “I’m so sorry again about your childhood, Jen.”

Jen (continuing to look at Jake): “That’s okay. We got past it. And I’ll tell you what. My lack of affection from my parents as a kid… all it did was make me want to do the exact opposite with how I raised my own son.”

Ha, I’m guessing that’s a reference to their extra special relationship, and oh my god what’s happening? Jen just grabbed her son’s jaw, and it looks like she’s going to kiss him. Like, for real, kiss him.

Holy fuck. Jake glances at me, as if to acknowledge the weirdness of the situation, and now they’ve both turned their identical-looking noses to the side, and they’re full-on making out. Oh my god. They’re french kissing on this couch, right in front of me, and I honestly don’t know what to think.

It’s so weird. And so wrong. But so fucking hot.

I can see their tongues going back and forth and around and around, and I can hear their lips smacking as they feverishly explore each other’s mouths. It’s so passionate, but so juvenile. They look like two teenagers who just discovered how much fun making out can be—my god.

And then they separate, and Jen immediately wipes her mouth with her forearm while Jake has the biggest, guiltiest grin on his face.

Jen (turning to me as I continue to sit quietly across from them): “What’d you think? Did that catch you by surprise?”

Yeah, it certainly did, as I’m too stunned to respond right away. But Becca, this is what you signed up for by coming here, so you’d better either get used to it or bail out now, because I’m assuming this is only the beginning. It also seems like, from that comment, that Jen apparently wants to put on a show for me, which is pretty much what I was asking for, right? So I guess it’s a case of, be careful what you wish for!

I also think I got my answer as to how Jen ended up the way she did. It seems like she was so deprived of affection as a kid that now she’s pulling a complete 180 and overcorrecting in the opposite direction, giving her own child the absolute most affection possible. It’s so weird, but I guess it makes sense?

But could it really be that simple? I mean, I’m sure there are tons of kids who have cold, distant parents, but how many of them grow up to become incestuous with their own children? I’m guessing not that many.

Me (after realizing my mouth has been hanging open this whole time): “Yeah… wow… That was something.”

Jen (putting me on the spot): “Let me ask you this… did it turn you on?”

I look over at Jake.

Jake (apparently trying to get more involved in the conversation): “It definitely turned me on, ha.”

Me (unable to deny it): “Uh… yeah… I would say so.”

Jen (looking satisfied with my answer): “Good.”

There’s a brief moment where no one says a word, and then Jen abruptly stands up.

Jen (as I see her immediately put her hands inside the waistband of her yoga pants): “Let’s lighten the mood in here. I think we should all go bottomless.”

Huh? And then, without even waiting for a response from either one of us, Jen pushes both her pants and her underwear down to her ankles, sits back down onto the couch, and then she slides the two pieces of clothing off her feet, taking both of her socks with them in the process. She then tosses all of her removed clothing into a small pile on the floor.

Holy shit. She’s naked from the waist down, and I can see that she has pubic hair, too. Not like a giant bush or anything, but she has a neatly maintained layer of short hair just above her vagina, which I also now have a clear view of.

Jake looks every bit as surprised as I am with this development, and I don’t know, maybe it’s the sad story Jen just told about her unloving parents, or perhaps it’s just my horniness, but fuck it, I’m in.

Unlike Jen, I don’t feel the need to stand all the way up, but I manage to unbutton my jeans and slide them, along with my underwear and socks, off and onto the floor. All I have on now is the thin cardigan I had picked out for my date with Dan, and my bra underneath it.

Jen (excited): “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

Despite my willingness to comply, I am feeling a little modest, so I immediately cross my legs and place my hands in my lap, mostly covering up my own vagina, which, oh by the way, doesn’t have any pubic hair like Jen’s does, ha.

Jake (with the tone of a good sport): “Oh well… why not.”

And now Jake is taking off his pants. I have to admit, this is kind of fun, and surprise, surprise, Jake’s tiny, little penis is sticking straight up into the air now that it’s been released from his jeans. God, I missed that thing. And holy shit, I want that little hard-on in my mouth. It’s so adorable.

Jen (while lifting her glass of wine): “Cheers! I honestly wasn’t sure if either one of you was going to go along with this, let alone both.”

I remove my hands from covering my crotch, pick up my drink, and we clink our two glasses of wine to Jake’s beer, and we all take a swig.

Jen (after forcefully pulling Jake’s naked thighs a few inches towards herself): “Becca, why don’t you come join us on the couch. You can sit on the other side of Jacobson. Here… Honey Bear, make some room for her.”

I mean, at this point, there’s really no reason to be shy. This is happening, so I might as well just accept it. And enjoy it, ha.

I bring my glass of wine over to the sofa, and I sit down on the other side of Jake, with my naked thigh pressed up against his. It’s not a huge couch, and it sinks in quite a bit, so now the two of us are basically squeezing this 18-year-old cutie together, making a nice little Jake sandwich.

Jake looks overcome with joy.

Jen (turning and speaking across her son): “You okay over there, Becca? You have enough room?”

Me (starting to really enjoy this as I think the wine is also starting to kick in, right at the perfect moment): “I’m great. Thanks for asking.”

Jen then takes Jake’s beer out of his hand and places it on the coffee table. I wonder what this is about? Next, she assertively grabs his left hand, the one closest to her, and deposits it right into her own crotch. I kind of look over to get a better view, and as I do, Jen simultaneously spreads her legs and scoots her lower body forward to give her son even better access.

Jen (speaking directly to Jake): “There you go. Now I want you to use your other hand to touch Becca’s pussy, just like you’re doing with mine.”

Oh wow. Jen clearly has a plan in place and seems to be executing it step by step. I’m not going to lie, I kind of like the fact that she’s taking charge here. It takes all the pressure off.

Jake, despite looking a little shell-shocked, turns towards me, and after I give him a nod to indicate it’s okay (he’s so cute for checking), he does as he’s told and slides his right hand past my cardigan-covered belly and down in between my naked legs. Oh, that feels so good to be touched. Fuck, I needed this.

After I settle in and open myself up a little just as Jen did, Jake’s mom and I exchange glances, and while we’re both still holding our wine, she raises her drink up into the air, and I do the same.

Jen (as she does an air toast): “Bottoms up!”

Oh, are we supposed to chug the rest of our wine? Yep, I guess we are, ha. I have about a third of my original pour left, and I gulp it down while I feel Jake casually running his middle finger up and down my vaginal slit. He’s not actually fingering me, but he is touching me quite firmly. Suffice to say, it’s a little distracting while I drink, but it’s a nice distraction.

Jen finishes her wine before I do, and then she does the funniest thing. She takes her glass, which, remember, is just a standard thick drinking glass you’d serve water in, and she tosses it to the carpeted floor of her living room. It bounces a few times and then comes to a rest near her pile of discarded clothes. Ha, I guess she was all done with it!

Well, as they say, when in Rome, so I do the same thing and gently chuck my empty glass to the floor as well, and it lands right next to Jen’s, ha.

Jen (after letting out a satisfied sigh and exhaling while her son continues to touch both of us between our legs): “Oh… that’s much better. This feels quite good, doesn’t it?”

I’m not sure who that comment was directed to, but I assume she was referring to the fact that her hands are now free, as she places them behind her own head and leans back even more. As she does this, she glances down at Jake’s hand, dutifully working between her legs, and then she turns and gives me a look of total satisfaction. It’s as if she’s the queen, and Jake is her servant, and she’s using her power to command this boy to bring pleasure to both of us. Okay, I may be reading too much into what Jen is thinking, but trust me, she looks very content and proud of the control she has over the current situation.

Jen (now clearly speaking to Jake): “What do you think, Hon? You having a good time?”

Jake (sheepishly, but obviously loving every second of this himself): “Yeah… you both are so wet.”

Oh, that’s hot to hear. Obviously, I’m well aware of my own wetness, but it’s even hotter to think about Jake turning his mom on. You see, as wonderful as it feels to have this boy rubbing my clit right now, which, oh by the way, he really seems to know what he’s doing, I think the real reason I’m so turned on is that I can’t stop thinking about what’s happening on the other side of this couch. I just can’t get over the fact that this boy is doing these things to his own mother, and that she’s the one who’s demanding it!

Jen, who apparently is already onto the next phase of her plan, turns her upper body towards Jake and starts unbuttoning his checkered shirt from the top. She does this with Jake’s hand still in her crotch, and once she’s finished releasing all of his buttons, Jake takes off both his collared shirt and his plain white t-shirt underneath, albeit after removing his two hands from our crotches ever so briefly. But as soon as his shirts hit the floor with the rest of his clothes, Jake returns his free hands to the two soaking wet, middle-aged vaginas that are bookending him on each side.

And my god, now that he’s sitting here on this couch completely naked, it’s startlingly obvious that Jake has a fantastic body. There’s no doubt that he’s in even better shape now than he was in the fall, which was the last time I’d seen him naked. He looks so much stronger now, especially in his upper body, and while I know he mentioned he had been trying to lift more, I think he must’ve been underselling how often he works out.

Meanwhile, now that his shirt is entirely out of the way, I can’t stop staring at Jake’s tiny little three-and-a-half-inch boner, which looks even smaller now in comparison to his new, larger chest and ab muscles. He’s absolutely rock hard, but his shaft is so thin and short that it’s barely tall enough to escape his fluff of pubic hair. But at the top, he’s got that same giant, bright red mushroom tip I remember so vividly from the fall. Not only does it look to be so pleasantly warm and engorged with blood, but it’s pointing straight up at the ceiling like a student raising their hand in class, desperately trying to get the teacher’s attention.

Jen (clearly able to see what I’m staring at): “It looks soooooooo suckable, doesn’t it?”

Oh, it does. And I love that she’s thinking about that too, because as much as I’d enjoy having Jake’s little member inside my mouth, I actually think I’d prefer watching Jen suck it off even more. Seriously, and it’s not even a close call.

I mean, can you imagine this boy’s own mother, the one who’s guided him his entire life, taking his tiny, bright red, top-heavy cock and engulfing it with her maternal lips, before collapsing her cheeks and suctioning that little thing so tightly that Jake has no choice but to explode into the back of his mom’s throat. And then once he does, I’m sure she’ll dutifully swallow down every last drop of cum he has, just to ensure her precious little boy is as clean as a whistle once she’s finally done. Holy fuck am I horny.

Me (quietly, as I continue to fantasize about Jen blowing her son): “It does… doesn’t it.”

Now, I knew coming here tonight that I was super curious to see what Jen and Jake’s relationship would look like. Still, now that I’ve gotten just a little glimpse of them being physically intimate, it’s like I’m desperate to see even more. So much more.

It’s like an unbelievably horny and sexy car crash that I can’t possibly look away from. The taboo nature of it is so intoxicating and fascinating that I would gladly sacrifice my own personal involvement just to fulfill this perverted curiosity I have in watching this mother and son break the laws of nature. I need to see more of this, and all of it.

I need to see Jake eat his mom’s pussy, and then I need to see Jen return the favor on her son. I need to see the expressions they make as they savor the taste of each other’s sexual fluids, and the looks of total satisfaction on their faces as they consume their shared DNA.

But most of all, I need to watch this mother and son fuck each other. Scratch that, I need to see them officially make love, as only two people who actually love each other can. I need to see Jake, and his fit little body, penetrate his own mother’s vagina, and re-enter the place from whence he came. I need to see Jen tilt her head back in the most taboo pleasure of all, while she desperately grabs the child that she once reared, pulling him as deep inside her pussy as she possibly can, recreating the bond they’ve had since before he was even born.

And then of course, I need to see Jake come inside of his mom. I need to see his whole body spasm with delight, as this boy deposits the most significant load of his young life, deep inside of his mother’s womb. A place that he literally knows better than anyone. And then I need to see what happens next, as I’m so curious if there will be any regret or trepidation from the two of them, the moment they’re done consummating this wickedly incestuous relationship, or if instead they’ll just be blissfully unaware.

I mean, Jake himself told me earlier tonight that they’ve never used a condom. So they’ll have just finished the riskiest of all risky propositions, tempting fate with a possible mother/son conception, while daring nature to see what’ll happen next. So again, what will their post coital reaction be like?? Have they managed to normalize this perilous behavior of theirs completely, or is there possibly some fear in their eyes that’ll appear as soon as they’re done orgasming and they’ve come down from their endorphin-laced highs?

Okay, I’m officially rambling now, but fuck, I want this, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

But I’m also a little worried that this isn’t what Jen had in mind for tonight. Now granted, so far with the three of us methodically removing more and more clothing, it almost seems like we’re heading down the path of some sort of full-blown threesome. And while I’ve never done anything like that with another woman before, I think that would be plenty satisfying, as clearly I would get the chance to see the two of them be together.

When Jake first propositioned me, though, he definitely made it seem like his mom’s primary desire was to watch Jake and me be together, so I’m a little worried that that’s what Jen actually has in mind for this evening, despite how it started. Obviously, that wouldn’t be the worst outcome in the world, but it wouldn’t be the full-blown incestuous showcase that my brain is so obsessed with right now.

Fuck it. I’m just going to ask her.

Me (speaking across Jake): “So, Jen… do you mind if I ask what you were envisioning for tonight?”

Jen (as Jake continues to play with both of our clits, rubbing them in a synchronized, circular motion): “Envisioning? What do you mean? Is this not what you were hoping for?”

Me (feeling the need to quickly clarify so she doesn’t think I’m not enjoying this): “Oh, no, not at all. I’m having a great time so far.”

Me (as I can now audibly hear the sloshing sounds of Jake’s pussy rubbings): “I just meant, what specifically did you want to do tonight? I’m open to whatever, but I wasn’t sure if you had a plan… or a goal in mind for the evening… that’s all.”

I’m not going to lie, it’s actually kind of tough to string together coherent sentences while receiving this sort of manual stimulation.

Jen (smiling and apparently not offended at all by my question): “You know what? If I had to say… I think my primary goal for the evening… would simply be to give Jake the best night of his life.”

Ha. I love that answer.

Jen (as she lifts her t-shirt over her head and quickly removes her bra): “Does that work for you?”

Jen tosses her remaining clothes aside, and now she’s just as naked as Jake is. She has beautiful breasts, by the way, so perky and cute, and entirely out of place on someone old enough to have an 18-year-old son.

Me (smiling, both from seeing Jen get naked as well as from her previous answer): “That definitely works for me.”

And so, as the last one with any clothes on, I start taking off my top and bra, and once they hit the floor, the three of us are all officially naked. Jake, grinning like a goofball, starts looking back and forth at our bare chests, seeming almost in disbelief at the opportunity in front of him, or more accurately, on each side of him.

And then Jake really ups the ante.

Emboldened by our nakedness, he takes his hands, pushes them further down into our crotches, and then, for the first time tonight, he slides a finger inside of me. With all of my wetness, his middle finger glides in so easily, but the moment of penetration is still startling, as I genuinely wasn’t expecting it. But as surprising and intense as it is to feel his hand exploring the inside of my vaginal canal, the only thing I’m thinking about right now is how he must be doing the same thing to his mom, on the other side of the couch. And I love it.

I look over at Jen, and we make eye contact, and somehow we both know what to do next. As if in sync, the two of us simultaneously lean back further into the couch, spread our legs even more, and then we use our hands to keep Jake’s two palms pressed firmly against our crotches. We turn once more to face each other. Then we both break out into a massive smile behind his back, as our mutual 18-year-old lover leans forward, desperately trying to improve the angle of his wrists, so he can reach his middle fingers as deep inside of our soaking wet vaginas as he possibly can.

Yep, there’s no doubt. Just as Jen had suggested, we’re about to give this boy the most incredible night of his young life.

*****

Part 3…

People will sometimes talk about victimless crimes, and when they do, they’ll often use prostitution as a prime example. I can understand why, as when it’s taking place between two consenting adults willing to exchange sex for payment, it’s hard to make a case that either of them is being wronged.

Now with incest, again, where everybody is of legal age, I actually don’t know whether it’s technically against any laws or not, but to be honest, I don’t really care. What matters to me is whether the participants are consenting and willing; in this case, Jake and his mother both seem to be.

From the beginning, hearing Jake confess his extensive fantasies that he had developed for his mom, and then with the excitement with which he retold the story of their first sexual encounter, it’s clear that this incestuous relationship of theirs brings him great joy. And while Jen ended up being quite different in person than I had initially envisioned her to be, mainly way more outgoing and beautiful, there’s no doubt that she’s every bit as consenting and willing as her son, if not more so.

And so as Jen and I sit here completely naked on her couch, with her 18-year-old son squished in between us, passionately fingering away at our two vaginas, I’m so excited by what’s happening right now, but even more so by what’s to come.

Jen (almost as if she can read my mind): “Are you two ready to take this party into the bedroom?”

I like how she called this a party. I feel like something about that word choice implies a level of debauchery beyond just your standard run-of-the-mill threesome, not that I even know what that would typically entail, ha.

Jake (agreeably): “That sounds good to me.”

Me (as Jake starts extracting his middle finger from my vagina): “You two lead the way.”

The three of us stand up from Jen’s sunken sofa and step out from behind the coffee table that’s directly in front of it.

As I mentioned earlier, it’s great to see how enthusiastic Jake and his mom are about our encounter tonight. If either of them isn’t enjoying it, it would dampen my own fun and would be a dealbreaker for me. You see, I get that some people find the idea of non-consensual encounters to be erotic, but it just doesn’t do it for me. From my perspective, I always want the people involved to have the most amount of collective enjoyment possible, and that’s obviously easiest in an ‘everybody wins’ scenario. It’s tough to have high communal pleasure if at least one person is having any sort of a negative experience, and so that just ruins the eroticism for me.

Now, there can be a gray area sometimes, which, weirdly enough, I will admit might be the most erotic scenario of all. In these situations, one party might initially be hesitant to engage in an activity, usually because they are significantly less experienced than the other person. So they end up agreeing only reluctantly. But as I said, this scenario can end up extremely hot if, after cautiously deciding to partake in this intimidating activity, they actually find it was pretty enjoyable in the end.

I love this concept because not only does the hesitant party end up enjoying the escapade more than they expected, but they also get to learn and experience something completely new. And so by expanding their sexual horizon, they’re now more likely to appreciate any similar carnal adventures in the future, even if it’s later on with a different partner. And so it’s this ever-expanding world of pleasure and possibility that exists both within a person as well as between two or more people, that I find to be so, so erotic.

It’s one of the reasons why I’m consistently drawn to older and younger scenarios, in pretty much any gender combination, as this creates so many possibilities of learned sexual experiences. I simply love the idea of an older, more knowledgeable person teaching a much younger partner, who is both inexperienced and deeply curious about sex and all the pleasures that can come with it.

It’s also why I love exploring anal play with guys. It’s so annoyingly stereotypical, but even today, it’s still quite common to find men who act like a girl playing with their butthole is somehow gay, so the idea that I can break down that barrier and get them to consent to me having a little fun down there, either by licking, fingering, or both, is so hot. And then to see the expressions on their faces when I give them one of the most intense orgasms of their life by stimulating them in ways they never knew were possible, it just all turns me on so much!

But anyhoo, I am way off topic here, ha. I already know that Jake has no qualms with buttplay, so that doesn’t really apply. In regards to tonight, ironically, I’m probably the most hesitant and nervous of the three of us, even if I am incredibly aroused by the mystery of it all. But yeah, if anything, Jen and Jake are going to be the ones introducing me to this considerable new sexual experience. As intimidating as assplay can be for a guy, I would have to say it pales in comparison to the enormity of a full-blown, mother/son incestuous threesome!

And so here we are, with the three of us ready to head to the bedroom.

As we start walking down the hallway, Jen is leading the way, holding her son’s hand, who, in turn, is guiding me. We’re basically one long, connected train of nakedness making our way towards the back of this quaint, little, single-story house.

On the right, we pass by an open bedroom without stopping, and it’s pretty clear it must be Jake’s room. His bed is neatly made up, I’m sure, awaiting his arrival home from college tonight, but that makes me wonder. Does he even bother to sleep in his own room when he comes home anymore, or is he and his mom just sharing a bed (I assume hers) every single night?

The other thing that catches my eye in Jake’s room, speaking of buttplay, ha, is his miniature baseball bat! Sitting on a small display shelf, I can see a little wooden souvenir bat that must be the same one Jake had confessed to me about six months ago. He had told me all about how, when he was alone in his room, he’d guide that thing into his tight, little teenaged asshole and then use the wall against his bed to force it up even further. That’s still so hot to think about, and while I would love to watch him recreate that scene while I’m here, I’m guessing it might not make it onto tonight’s docket, ha.

As we continue on our journey (and I swear this hallway isn’t as long as I’m making it out to be, ha), I see that across from Jake’s room, there’s a bathroom, and then back on the right, as we reach the end of the corridor, is our final destination, Jen’s room. It’s noteworthy that Jake’s room and his mom’s room not only share a common wall, but that Jake’s bed is positioned up against it. That might explain why he was always able to hear the buzzing in his mom’s room while he lay in bed. In fact, I can just picture him hearing the faint sound of Jen’s vibrator, and then pressing his ear up against the wall to confirm, before finally getting the courage to get up and sneak on over to her door.

And now that we’re here at the threshold to the master bedroom, I can see precisely where Jake would stand, and exactly what type of view he’d have of his mom’s bed. It’s all so fascinating to see in person, and interestingly enough, the scene is actually a mirror image of what I had been picturing in my mind.

But aside from the flipped layout, everything else matches up. I can just imagine this cute, little, horny, and curious boy standing out here watching his mother pleasure herself. Both of them want the situation to escalate so badly, but neither is willing to make the first move. I’m sure the tension and buildup were so great that their very first encounter must’ve been so unbelievably satisfying for both of them, once it all finally went down!

God, I’m so ready for all of this to begin. And apparently so is Jen, as she ushers us all into her room and actually turns on a bunch of lights. I guess she wants this encounter of ours to be well-lit!

Jen leads us in and then sits down on her bed before motioning for Jake to join her. The two of them are now sitting on the edge of her lightweight, checkered bedspread, still naked as can be, while I stand a few feet away.

Jen (looking up at me): “Well, Becca… what would you like to do first?”

Me (a little caught off guard by being put on the spot): “Oh… you’re asking me what I’d like to do? Or like us to do?”

Jen (confidently): “Yep. You kind of seemed like you had an idea in mind for how you wanted tonight to go? Or at least that was the sense I was getting!”

Uh, she’s not wrong.

Okay, I can handle this. Yeah, in fact, I kind of like having this control.

Me (as the ideas start racing through my head of what I want them to do first): “Okay… sure… I can think of something, I’m sure.”

The first thought that enters my mind is oral sex. I’ve already seen Jake finger his mom, as in fact he was just fingering both of us out on the couch. So it seems like the next logical step would be for him to go down on Jen, or for Jen to go down on her son, or best of all, how about both at the same time?

Me (as I assertively walk over to Jake and then lean his upper body down onto his mom’s bed): “Here, Jake, how about you lie back… and then scoot on over to the center of the bed here.”

The super fit, 18-year-old boy does as he’s told, and now he’s lying face up in the middle of his mom’s queen-sized mattress. For once, his penis isn’t actually hard, though, so the little guy is barely visible as it’s all covered up by his rather prominent bush. But I’m not worried, we all know it’s still there. 😛

Me (turning to Jake’s mom): “Okay, Jen, do you mind hopping up onto the bed as well?”

Jen (with excitement in her voice): “Ooohhhh… what’re we gonna do here?”

Me (as I take hold of Jen’s hand and guide her across the mattress): “You’ll see… now why don’t you come on over towards me… and swing your leg overtop of your son here…”

Jen (smirking at me while Jake watches us intently from his back): “Admit it… It turns you on that he’s my son… doesn’t it?”

Uh, it obviously does, and I’m not afraid to acknowledge it at this point, either. I’m all in.

Me (momentarily pausing my ongoing positioning of Jen to answer): “Oh, it absolutely does… and that’s why I’m so excited to watch what I’m about to have you guys do.”

Jen simply smiles at that.

Me (finishing my instructions to Jen): “Okay, now like I said… swing your leg over like this… and now I want you to straddle Jake’s… er, your son’s… cute, little face.”

Me (now fully leaning into the incest aspect, because why the fuck not): “Now, Jen, I want you to sit down on the face of your only child here… and I want you to force this boy to eat his mom’s pussy.”

Me (to Jake as he looks so excited that he’s even getting his arms in position to receive his mom’s lower half): “Now Jake… I want you to lick your mom’s pussy like there’s no tomorrow. I want you to eat it all up and just consume every last drop that comes out of her. Okay?”

Jen (as she lowers herself down to the point where I can no longer see any part of Jake’s face except his chin): “Oh, he’s got this… he’s definitely got this… this is right up his alley… because this boy loves the taste of his mom’s pussy.”

Fuck. Hearing Jen say that is so hot.

Once Jen settles in with her full weight resting firmly on Jake’s face, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair showing just above, she begins to slowly rub her pelvis forward and backward, all while bracing herself on her son’s chest. It’s as if she’s using Jake’s nose, mouth, and chin to pleasure every inch of her vulva, and it’s clear from the expression on her face that she finds this extremely satisfying.

Now, while Jen appears to be working diligently to stay engaged in this position, there’s no doubt that her son is actively participating as well. I can’t see precisely what Jake is doing while he’s pinned under his mom, but I can definitely hear him. Not only are there loud slurping and sucking sounds emanating from deep below Jen’s motherly hips, but every so often, I can listen to Jake’s satisfied moans make their way up through the cracks of the sloppy, wet, smorgasbord of flesh that is currently suffocating Jake’s face.

And I’m not joking when I use the term suffocating, either. In fact, just as I was starting to get worried that Jake might actually be at risk of passing out from a lack of oxygen, I saw Jen straighten herself up and give her son the tiniest bit of reprieve. Jen’s upper body is now sitting up at a 90-degree angle, and she’s given Jake a little more room to work with underneath her. He seems appreciative of this, as his hands have come to life and are alternating between lovingly rubbing his mother’s hips and passionately squeezing her backside as he continues to devour her pussy from below.

I have to say, with Jen sitting straight up right now, she looks absolutely stunning. With her beautiful, long, brown, flowing hair rocking back and forth, her age-defying, unbelievably perky tits pointing straight out, and her nicely toned midsection entirely on display, she honestly looks like she could be some sort of fitness instructor or something. That’s how good her body is!

And while I usually would imagine that being in a threesome with someone this gorgeous would be pretty intimidating, in this case, it doesn’t seem to bother me one bit. I think it all comes back to the fact that she’s Jake’s mother, and that our relationships to him are so fundamentally different, there’s no possible way we could ever compete with one another. Instead, I’m here hoping, and even rooting for Jake to be drawn to his own mother’s sexuality, even if it’s at the expense of my own, simply because it’s so goddamn mysterious and confounding.

Speaking of Jake, remember how I said that for the first time I can remember, he wasn’t actually hard? Yeah, well, that’s definitely not the case anymore, as his three-and-a-half-inch pecker is now standing straight up at full attention, like a tiny, little, bright red rocket ship waiting to launch.

While his mom continues to straddle his face, Jake’s lower body stays mostly still, his legs resting flat on the bed, spread a few feet apart. The one thing that is moving, though, at least a little, is the boy’s penis, as it’s noticeably twitching as it stands out all exposed. It almost looks like one of those floppy, inflatable balloon men you’d see at a car dealership, with the randomness and jerkiness of its movements. Ha, I wonder if Jake is controlling these penis twitches, or if he’s even aware that they’re happening.

Jen (catching me by surprise as I thought her eyes were closed and had no idea that she was watching me): “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

I immediately lift my gaze back up to Jen, and I’m pretty sure I do know what she’s thinking. Yep, I definitely know, as I see Jen slowly lean her upper body down towards the bed until her face ends up just above Jake’s exposed little hard-on. She then looks up at me and smiles.

You know, when I first instructed Jen to have a seat on her son’s face, that is precisely what I was envisioning. I wanted a full-blown, wet and sloppy, mother/son sixty-nine, and I wanted it to be glorious. There’s just something so fucking hot about the simultaneous giving and receiving that goes on in this position, and seeing Jake and Jen consuming each other’s genitals. All the fluids that come out of them are going to be so glorious. God, why am I so obsessed with their fluids, ha.

Jen (with a whisper that only I can hear as she breaks out into a huge grin): “It’s sooooooo small, isn’t it?”

Ha, now that makes me giggle. Here she is about to take her son into her mouth, and she can’t help but poke a little fun at him, and behind his back, no less. Or more like behind her back, or technically underneath her pussy, as that’s where Jake currently is. 😛

But anyway, that comment makes me wonder something else. Does Jake know how small his cock is in relation to other guys? Because, come to think of it, as much as it was at the top of my mind while he and I were having sex back in the fall, I don’t know if I ever mentioned out loud how small his dick was. In fact, I’m pretty sure I never said a word. And now that his mom just whispered this, clearly with the intention that Jake couldn’t hear her, now I’m curious if perhaps she’s never said anything about it to him either??

Eh, either way, I’m just going to enjoy this moment.

Me (leaning in close to Jen and whispering to myself): “I know. It’s by far the smallest I’ve ever had… but it’s so cute!”

Jen (with both of our mouths mere inches away from his mushroom tip): “Do you want the honors, or should I?”

Me (without any hesitation whatsoever): “Oh, definitely you. Go for it. I just wanna watch you two.”

And so after hearing me defer, Jen goes right for it. My new friend uses her left hand to push Jake’s pubes down against the base of his tiny shaft, and then she immediately takes the tip of her son’s penis into her mouth and starts audibly sucking on it. But just the tip.

Jake (from underneath his mom’s lower half so it’s completely muffled): “Oooohhhhhhharghhhhh!!!”

Ha, I’m pretty sure that was a pleasurable noise that came out of Jake, but it would’ve been hard to tell without knowing the context. And as Jen engulfs even more of her son’s cock, and by even more I mean the entire three and a half inches of it, I hear Jake separate enough from his mom’s vagina actually to let out a coherent statement.

Jake (shouting out from between his mom’s thighs): “Oh my god!”

After hearing this exclamation, I can’t resist getting a better view, so I stand up and take a complete step back from the bed, so that I can admire this beautifully incestuous sixty-nine in all its glory.

Jake and his mom are positioned squarely in the center of her bed, and they look so adorably intertwined as they begin passionately pleasing one another with their mouths. They’re both so fit, so naked, and so clearly related to one another that it’s unlike any sex act I’ve ever seen on screen, and obviously not remotely like anything I’ve ever witnessed in real life.

Jen is now lovingly and sensually bobbing up and down on her son’s cock, meanwhile Jake, with his legs still stretched out flat on the bed, is lifting his upper body up so he can continue his own licking and sucking. With Jen now horizontal instead of vertical, her hips are much higher than they were before, but Jake isn’t having any trouble getting his face up to where it needs to be. In fact, Jake’s head is so high that it looks like his mouth is lined up more closely with his mom’s butthole, rather than her vagina. And with the way that his face is buried right between her two cheeks, I have to assume that he’s feverishly tonguing his mom’s asshole right now.

Holy fuck. This is pure insanity. I’m watching a boy eat his own mother’s ass, while she’s doing everything she can to suck every last drop of semen out of her own son’s cock. I’m taking it all in with such curiosity and amazement that I probably look like a kid finding their dad’s porno for the very first time.

Although now it seems like Jen is taking a break? She’s pulled her mouth off of Jake’s cock, and is giving me a look while she catches her breath.

Jen (speaking at a normal volume now): “I think he’s about to pop… so do you want a turn before he does?”

Ha. How considerate of her. Seriously.

Me (as I lean back in, right in front of Jake’s little pecker that’s positively covered in spit): “I’ll tell you what… why don’t we work together?”

Jen gives me a look as if she’s not sure what I mean, and to be honest, I’m not entirely sure what I meant by that comment either. But then my instincts kick in, and I grab hold of Jake, right underneath both of his knees, and start lifting the boy’s legs so his entire lower body is now tilted backwards.

This motion causes Jake’s upper body to crash back onto the bed, which makes me laugh, since that wasn’t my intention. Jen, ever the opportunist, doesn’t even wait for her son to say anything, but instead she immediately starts lowering her hips back down onto Jake’s head.

And now once again, she’s comfortable sitting right on top of her son’s face, completely smothering this boy with her sloppy, wet mass of reproductive organs.

Meanwhile, with his legs tilted up and spread, I have a clear view of Jake’s adorable, puckered, tiny butthole, but that’s actually not what my attention is focused on. Instead, as Jen resumes sucking on Jake’s throbbing, spit-covered, rock-hard penis, I move in and take a mouthful of something else for myself. I open wide and engulf his perfectly smooth, tight, little ballsack between my lips, and then I start running my tongue all over the skin of his balls, as his nutsack fills my mouth.

And now, we hear Jake freak the fuck out in a good way.

Jake (once again being suffocated by his mother’s vagina): “Aaaarrgggghhhhhhhhhmmmmmmppph!!!”

Initially, Jake sounds very similar to how he did the first time he was making muffled noises in this position. Still, as I start running my tongue up and down that little seam that guys have on their ballsack, we hear his exclamations get even more desperate.

Jake (in short little bursts): “Aaaammmpph!! Aaammmpph! Aaaaasammmmmppphhhhh!!!!”

Oh shit. He’s coming. And he’s coming really fucking hard.

Not only can I feel his whole body spasming as I clamp ahold of his knees, but I swear I can sense his orgasm in the balls that are in my mouth. It’s like someone pressed the launch button, and the adorable little pumping station activated. Now with my tongue, I can feel his nutsack feverishly working to force all that 18-year-old sperm of his right up and out that short little cock, and into his mother’s eagerly awaiting mouth.

With my own mouth still locked onto Jake’s balls, Jen’s face is right in front of mine. In fact, she’s so close to me that she’s actually out of focus because I’m simply not that nearsighted. But even with my blurry vision, I can tell that she’s definitely receiving her son’s load right now, and my god, is this the hottest thing ever? I can see that she’s stopped bobbing up and down on his penis, and is instead just holding Jake’s little shaft tightly between her lips, as her mouth fills up with squirt after squirt of her own offspring’s DNA.

Yep, in fact, I just heard her stifle a gag as she continues to collect every last drop of her son’s warm jizz. God, I wonder what it feels like? I wonder how much he’s coming?!

As Jake’s body begins to settle down from his orgasm, I decide to remove my mouth from his nuts to give myself once again a better view. After I step back, I can see that Jen still has her lips wrapped around her son’s tiny pecker, but that doesn’t last for long, as soon enough she not only pulls off of Jake’s spent cock, but also dismounts his face by pivoting her leg around to the side.

Holy shit, Jake’s face is absolutely covered in Jen’s vaginal juices, as there’s a shiny, reflective sheen that extends from his chin all the way up to his forehead. He looks exhausted and out of breath, but boy, does Jake look happy. It’s not that he’s smiling or anything, as he seems like he doesn’t even have the facial energy required to do that. Instead, Jake looks so content and at peace with the world, as if he’s just accomplished his most incredible mission in life, and now there’s nothing left to do but blissfully drift off to some well-earned sleep.

Jen, on the other hand, looks less relaxed, as for some reason she’s still holding onto all of her son’s cum in her mouth, as if she’s a goddamn pelican!

Jen (struggling to speak without spilling her mouth full of semen): “Oh ma gawwd… he… came sho musch…”

Ha. Is there a reason she isn’t swallowing it? Or at least spitting it out??

Me (figuring I should try to do something to help): “Here, let me grab you some tissues.”

I see a small box of Kleenex on Jen’s nightstand, so I quickly hurry over and grab three or four of them before reaching out to hand them to her. As I do, though, it’s clear they become less needed, as Jake’s mom appears to finally gulp down that giant load of jizz that she had been carrying around.

Jen (as she uses the tissues to dab the corner of her mouth like some sort of fine dining food critic): “Oh fuck… wow… that was a lot.”

Wow is right. I can’t believe she just swallowed down that entire load of her own son’s cum. But I also can’t think she held it in her mouth for as long as she did beforehand, either. That was so graphic and stressful!

Jen (now turning to look at her exhausted son, who’s splayed out on the bed next to her): “Isn’t it crazy how such a small cock could be responsible for such a large amount of cum?”

And then Jen laughs.

Ha, that’s funny. So I guess it is common knowledge that Jake has a tiny penis? Clearly, she wasn’t subtle about that comment!

Jake (quietly, as he still seems barely conscious): “Whaa? My penis isn’t that small…”

Jake (after a pause): “…is it?”

Or maybe it’s not common knowledge after all??? Hmmm, I wonder what Jen’s going to say here.

But Jake’s mom doesn’t immediately respond to her son, and this leads Jake to sit up a little.

Jake (now looking back and forth at both of us and with a little more urgency): “Do I really have a small cock??”

Oh god. This poor boy! He really doesn’t know?!?

Jen kind of smirks and looks at me, and I know it’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I legitimately feel kind of bad for the kid here. He deserves to know, but Jen should be the one to say something, not me. But after she continues to remain silent, I take matters into my own hands.

Me (giving Jake’s thigh a loving rub): “You have such a wonderful penis. Seriously.”

Okay, I know that was kind of a cop out. And based on Jake’s dissatisfaction with my answer, he seems to know it was, too.

Me (panicking a little and trying to think of anything to say, so I bring up something that I’ve actually been genuinely curious about): “So Jen, did Jake’s father have a similarly sized cock to his son?”

Jen seems completely caught off guard by my question, and I’m immediately regretting asking it. But what did she expect me to do if she wasn’t going to say anything herself?!?

Jake also seems surprised that I brought up the one-night stand that led to his conception, and he looks right at his mom to see how she’ll respond.

Jen (finally saying something at least): “Well… that’s an interesting question.”

Jen (now looking down at Jake as the three of us continue to sit completely naked on her queen-sized bed): “Jake, do you want to give Becca the story?”

Huh? How would Jake know?

Jake (seemingly just as confused as I am): “Wha… what do you mean? I wasn’t there.”

Jen (quickly): “Not about his cock. Duh… just about who he is, and what you know about your biological father?”

Jake: “Oh… okay… yeah… well…”

This is all very strange to be honest, but then again, that’s kind of become the norm at this point.

Jake (now looking at me): “So my dad and my mom met at a Karaoke bar, I guess… and there was some song… I think from the movie Top Gun.”

Jen (interjecting): “It was You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’…”

Jake (continuing): “Yeah… I don’t know the song that well… but I guess my mom liked the way my dad sang it, and then one thing led to another… and then I happened that night.”

Okay, that’s at least a bit of background on this infamous one-night stand.

Jen (nodding): “Yep. That’s pretty much the story.”

We’re still missing quite a few details, not the least of which is whether this Karaoke man also had a tiny dick, but I’ll let that slide for now, because I’m more curious about something else.

Me (to Jen): “And so how long did this Tom Cruise wannabe stay in the picture?”

Jen (matter-of-factly): “Not long. It was clear he wasn’t meant to be a father.”

That’s kind of sad, but I can’t resist asking more questions.

Me (genuinely curious): “Did he ever meet his son?”

Me (now looking at the adorable 18-year-old boy sitting naked here next to us): “Did he ever meet Jake?”

Jen (now seeming a little bit flustered): “We decided that he wasn’t going to be a part of Jacobson’s life.”

Hmmm. That was abrupt, and kind of a non-answer if I must say so myself. That makes me wonder: is there a chance that this mystery man not only didn’t get to meet his son, but doesn’t even know he exists??!?

I still have so many unanswered questions!

Jen (to me): “But to answer your question… Jacobson’s biological father actually did have a rather large penis, if you must know.”

Okay, at least we got that question addressed! And that was not the answer I was expecting, ha. But still, has she been giving Jake a false impression of what this man knows or doesn’t know about his son, even being born??

I remember back in the fall, Jake was speaking with such disdain about his biological father, but now I wonder, is it possible that Jake’s animosity towards this mysterious Karaoke man is somehow misguided, or at least a little unfair? I mean, if the guy didn’t even know that he had gotten Jen pregnant, then he really hasn’t done anything wrong! And if that’s the case, then Jake probably deserves to know this about his dad.

Jen (rather abruptly): “Okay, so Becca… there’s actually something I wanted to ask you.”

Oh, so are we done discussing Jake’s biological father already? By the look on Jen’s face right now, I guess we are.

I obviously still have some huge unanswered questions, but if Jen doesn’t want to discuss it any further, I’m certainly not going to push it.

Me (also genuinely curious about what this new topic might be): “Okay… what is it?”

Jen (as she scoots her butt over towards me a little on the bed): “Okay, Becca… so you admitted before… that you find it kinda hot to watch a mother and son be together… right?”

It still makes me wince to say this out loud, but obviously, given the present company, it’s easier to admit it here than practically anywhere else, ha.

Me (cautiously): “I did… and it does…”

Is Jen going to start asking me about my own son next? If so, I think she’s going to be sorely disappointed with where this conversation goes. Here’s a hint, it’s going nowhere, ha.

Jen (perking up): “Okay, good… so I’m curious… given the following three scenarios, which do you think you’d find the hottest of all… if you had to rank them?”

Okay, this could be interesting. Let’s see what scenarios Jen has in store. It’s noteworthy that Jake also seems intrigued by what his mom is about to say, but it’s pretty clear he doesn’t have any idea where she’s going with this, either.

Jen (as I nod to let her know she can proceed): “Scenario one, a mother and a son having sex… like you just witnessed.”

Well, technically, you two haven’t had sex yet, just oral sex. But there’s no need to be pedantic right now.

Jen: “Scenario two, a father fucking his daughter…”

Hmmm, yep, that definitely makes my heart skip a beat a little just processing the idea of that.

Jen (concluding her trio of potential taboo scenarios): “Or three… a brother and a sister having sex with one another.”

I can’t help but notice that her first and third scenarios were phrased to be more consensual, as I believe she said in both instances the two people were having sex, but with the second one, it was specifically the dad fucking his daughter. Was that intentional? I’m probably reading too much into her phrasing.

Jen (as I continue to process how I’m going to answer): “And I realize that all three of these examples I just gave involve heterosexual encounters.”

Jen (chuckling now): “I’m not against anything more exotic than that, but I was just trying to keep it simple.”

Oh, ha, I hadn’t even thought of the fact that she didn’t include any same sex situations, as her listed scenarios already seemed exotic enough to me!

Okay, I don’t think there’s any reason for me not just to answer honestly here, so that’s what I’m going to do.

Me (after a little pause): “Well… I think I would say that the most interesting of those scenarios… would be the father and the daughter.”

Me (after I see Jen’s eyes open up wide): “But I would put you guys… the mother and son grouping… a close second.”

Jen: “That’s very interesting.”

Me (feeling the need to round out my rankings): “And then third, I would put the brother and sister scenario after that.”

Jen (quickly): “So the sibling incest doesn’t do it for you?”

Me (feeling a little defensive): “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I mean… before today, I had never imagined I would witness any kind of incest whatsoever, so watching a brother and sister be together would definitely be…”

Me (trying to think of the most appropriate word here): “…intense?”

Jen kind of nods in response, and while Jake isn’t really participating in this conversation, I can see that he’s following everything his mom and I are saying very closely.

Me (trying to explain the greater appeal of the first two): “One thing I’ve always gotten turned on by is large age differences. And so that’s one thing that a father/daughter, or a mother/son relationship would have, that a brother/sister one wouldn’t. I just like the power, and especially the experience imbalances, and how that might factor in. And so I think those scenarios would be kinda hot, even before the incest aspect is factored in… and then doubly so, with it.”

Yep. I just admitted that adding incest into the mix makes any sexual encounter hotter. This is who I’ve become, apparently, ha.

Me (feeling like I’m probably over-explaining myself now): “Does that make sense?”

Jen: “It definitely does, although I would say you could probably have a decent-sized age and experience gap, even with the siblings… not that I have any firsthand experience with that.”

Then Jen laughs.

Me (agreeing): “True… true. I could see how that would be interesting to watch. Especially in an older brother scenario?”

Jen (smirking): “For sure. Or perhaps even with multiple older brothers and their younger sister? Where are they teaching her all about sex?”

Yep, I’ll admit that would be incredibly hot.

Jen (before I can even respond): “But that’s neither here nor there. And I think we’re getting a little off track, ha.”

Jen (as she then places her hand gently on my left knee): “But I must say, Becca, I find your answers… and your reasons behind them… to be quite fascinating.”

Okay, that’s good to hear. I’m glad my responses didn’t offend her in any way, though I don’t know how they would’ve. That little bit of physical contact is also impossible to ignore, and it makes me think that something’s about to happen. Not that plenty hasn’t happened already, ha.

Jen (now turning to Jake): “So what do you think, Honey Bear? Is it time for our guest of honor to come?”

Huh? Will a fourth person be joining us? Holy shit. Who is it?!?

Me (completely floored by this revelation and desperately trying to think of who it could be): “Who else are you guys expecting???”

Jen (after her biggest laugh of the night): “No, you goofball. I was referring to you, as our guest, and us making you come, as in giving you an orgasm.”

Oh my god, I am such an idiot. Ha. That’s hilarious, though.

Me (totally embarrassed): “Ahhhhh… yeah, I totally misunderstood you there. Ha.”

Jen (seeming like she’s now in total control of the room): “Jacobson, are you up for the task?”

Hmmm. The task of making me come? I’m not going to lie, I kind of like where this is heading.

Jake (still looking a little out of it after his own orgasm a few minutes ago, but perking up now that his mom has requested his assistance): “Uhhh… yeah. What is it… what is it that you need me to do?”

Jake then looks at me and smiles. God, he’s so fucking adorable.

Jen (instructing her son): “I’ll tell you what… why don’t you hop down and open up my drawer over there… where I keep my toys… and I want you to grab the green dildo. The big one.”

Uh, okay. This is interesting. And since I’m assuming that dildo is going to be used on me, my first question is, how big is ‘big’?

Jake dutifully hops down, walks over to Jen’s dresser, and opens the top drawer. After sifting around for a few seconds, he pulls out a green, penis-shaped rubber toy that certainly is larger than the average man’s cock, but isn’t absurdly enormous or anything. He then comes hopping back over with the dildo and eagerly rejoins us on the bed.

Jen (instructing me now): “Okay, Becca, I want you to lie back on these pillows, relax your entire body, and I’m going to tell you a little story.”

Me (as I happily oblige and get into position): “A story?”

Jen then motions to her son to come up in between my legs, and while Jake is still holding onto that large, green sex toy of hers, he crouches down just enough so that his face is now right in front of my eagerly awaiting pussy.

Jen (confidently): “Yep. I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this. In fact… I think you both are.”

*****

Part 4…

I definitely wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the field of sex toys, even if I am pretty familiar with the three that I personally own. But I will say that the rubber phallus Jake is wielding in front of me right now is pretty unique. It’s decently large, which obviously isn’t that unusual for a sex toy, but what sets it apart from other non-vibrating dildos I’ve seen in the past is how much it looks like an actual penis, minus the fact that it’s bright green, of course, ha.

But it has this clearly defined and sizable mushroom tip on it, which I’m not used to seeing on dildos, presumably because it’s not the most functional feature when you’re trying to ease it into a tight space gently, ha. But again, what do I know?

One thing I am sure of is that this sex toy is Jen’s, and so I assume she’s used it plenty of times over the years. So it’s probably a good thing that I’m not a total germaphobe, considering her 18-year-old son is almost certainly about to use it on me.

Yep, it’s just another typical Friday night for good old Becca. Here I am, lying face up and completely naked on this random woman’s bed, who, mind you, I just met tonight. At the same time, her biological son sits right in front of my completely exposed vagina with both a wagging tongue and a stiff rubber penis, ready to use either one in order bring me to orgasm. I mean, who couldn’t have seen this coming? 😛

Oh, the other thing that’s supposedly about to happen is that Jen is apparently going to tell me a story. I have no idea who or what this tale involves, but I’m definitely curious to find out. In fact, I kind of like the fact that I’m not in control here, and instead am just along for the ride. I will also point out that it’s pretty nice to be lying here naked on this soft bed, with my head resting on these fluffy, white pillows, and all this attention focused squarely on me. Quite nice indeed!

Jen (as she leans in closer to me): “Alright, Becca, so are you ready to hear the story? I’m going to tell you the tale of how I lost my virginity.”

Oh sweet. This is perfect. I absolutely love a good coming-of-age, deflowering story. Bring it on.

Me (not wanting to come across as too excited though): “Uh… sure. I’m ready when you are.”

I look down at Jake, who’s still sitting on the bed, right between my legs. He’s not currently making any contact with me, and his eyes are fixated squarely on his mom, who is sitting on the edge of the bed herself, right at my side.

Jen (while turning her head to Jake): “Now this story is one that Jacobson has never heard before either, so it’ll be new to both of you.”

Hmmm. That’s kind of interesting, as I’ll be curious to see Jake’s reaction, alongside my own, to whatever his mom is about to share with us. Now obviously, I couldn’t fathom my own parents ever recanting to me about how they lost their virginity, but then again, I couldn’t imagine having sex with them either!

Jen (instructing her son): “Honey Bear, in the beginning here, I just want you to use the toy to touch Becca while I’m talking, okay, lightly? Just keep doing that… and then it should be obvious when I want you to start licking her, but I’ll let you know.”

Wow. This just keeps getting more and more interesting. It really seems like Jen has a definite plan for how she wants all of this to unfold.

Jen (confirming with Jake): “You got that?”

Jake (while nodding obediently): “Yes, mom.”

Fuck. I know I’m a broken record, but I don’t think I’ll ever fully get used to the fact that these two are mother and son.

And right on cue, I feel Jake take that bright green dildo and start tracing it up the inside of my thigh towards my crotch. To be honest, it’s not the sexiest sensation, as the rubber dong is kind of sticking to my clammy skin as it traverses my upper leg, but I don’t mind it. Once it gets near my vagina, I see Jake lift the toy up and over my genitals before starting back down on my other side.

Jen (returning her attention to me): “So my story takes place the night of May 8th, 2001… when I was 18 years old. You’ll note that that’s the same age that Jacobson was when he lost his virginity… to you.”

Ouch. Is she annoyed that I deflowered her son before she had a chance? I obviously had no idea the two of them were ever going actually to have sex, so how would I have known?!? Thankfully, her tone didn’t imply any animosity, but I can’t help but take that as a little bit of a dig.

Jen (continuing): “Now I remember the exact date, because that’s the anniversary of my mom’s passing. It was the seventh anniversary, in fact.”

Aw, that’s kind of sad, or I guess bittersweet, assuming this story of Jen losing her virginity ends up being a positive one—poor girl.

Jen: “It was a school night, as I was still in high school, but it was the spring semester of my senior year.”

Ha. I remember those days, and I think I can see where this is going. I’m guessing there was some sort of house party that night, and that’s where she lost her virginity? That’s my prediction at least, ha.

Jen (as she places a hand on my naked hip while Jake continues to dutifully rub the tip of her green dildo up and down the length of my stretched out legs): “It was probably 10:30 or so at night, and I was in bed, but I remember there was a full moon that evening, so my bedroom was uncharacteristically lit up, just by the moonlight alone.”

Okay, now I’m having seconds thoughts regarding this high school party theory, ha. So If she’s already in bed, how does she end up losing her virginity here??

Jen: “Now, like most nights, my dad was the only other person home… and while he was never much of a drinker…”

Okay, yeah, we had talked about her father before. She had said the two of them lived by themselves after her mom died, since she had been an only child. In my mind, I’m still picturing him as the dad from The Wonder Years, since that’s how she initially described him.

Jen (with her voice cracking ever so slightly): “…but the one night of the year, when he would actually have a drink or two… or more… was on May 8th.”

Jen seems kind of nervous now, all of a sudden, which is interesting, because up until this point, she’s been so confident and in control of everything that’s been happening.

Wait a second. Holy fuck. Oh my god.

Her dad?? Mr. Arnold from The Wonder Years?!? Is that where this is going?? Did Jen lose her virginity to her own father?!?!?

Oh my god. She just said that her dad never drinks, except on the anniversary of his wife’s death. She’s home and in bed, and they’re the only ones there! Is that really what this is about?!? Is he going to get drunk and somehow make a move on his daughter? I mean, what else could it be? Why else would she have set this story up like this??

Okay, maybe there’s some other explanation. Maybe her dad gets really drunk, yells at her for some ridiculous reason, and makes Jen get out of bed and storm out of the house to go to a friend’s house. Perhaps a male friend’s house? He comforts her, and then they end up having sex. I’m grasping at straws here, but that’s at least plausible, right??

I mean, when we were discussing her father before, Jen hadn’t alluded to any sort of inappropriate behavior from him whatsoever. In fact, she described both her parents as completely unaffectionate, specifically complaining that her dad had never once told her he loved her growing up, not even when her mom died!

It just wouldn’t make any sense. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. But fuck, what if I’m wrong?! What if her dad really did fuck her?

To be honest, that would probably explain a lot, like, for starters, how Jen came to accept incest as just a regular part of life. And holy shit, I can’t believe I’m going to admit this —it would also turn me on—a lot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m getting aroused just thinking about this as a possibility, and I don’t even know if it happened yet. You get one taste of incest, and now you’re just assuming that everyone in this family is fucking each other?! Get a grip, Becca.

Jen (with me staring up at her now): “I was still awake, as I often had trouble falling asleep at night… so when my dad gave my bedroom door a quiet, little knock, I heard it right away. I didn’t answer, but my dad poked his head in anyway. And while I hadn’t really been thinking about my mom, even on her anniversary, as soon as I saw my dad saunter into my room, I knew right away that she must’ve been on his mind… because I could see that he was struggling.”

I’m on pins and needles here, as this is so suspenseful. Shockingly, Jake doesn’t seem nearly as caught up in the drama as I am, though, as he appears to be most concerned with making sure he continues to touch me with his mom’s sex toy, just as she had instructed him to.

Does he not realize where this is heading? That his mom might’ve lost her virginity to his grandfather?? Or instead, is it possible that Jake already knows all about this?!? Jen had said that Jake hadn’t heard this story before, so I don’t think that’s it. I think he’s just so focused on his task at hand that he doesn’t even realize what’s about to happen.

Jen (after moving her hand across to my stomach): “Now, Becca, I’ve replayed this night a thousand times in my head… and I swear… and I know this sounds ridiculous… but I swear my dad didn’t come into my room that night with a plan. I don’t think that he expected anything to happen… any more than I did. I swear.”

Yep. That removes all doubt. And holy shit, all of this finally dawned on Jake, too.

Jake (as he involuntarily drops the green dildo to the bed): “Wait… what?? This is Poppi you’re talking about, right? What did he do to you, Mom?”

Oh yeah, Poppi’s the name Jake has for his grandfather. It seems this is new to Jake as well.

Jen (looking at her son compassionately): “Yeah, this is Poppi, Honey Bear. It’s okay, though; he didn’t hurt me or anything. I’ll explain everything.”

Jake looks absolutely dumbfounded, as if his brain just malfunctioned due to this revelation. And to be honest, I can’t blame him, as this has to be a pretty shocking thing for a son to hear about his mom.

If nothing else, I’m glad that Jen doesn’t seem to look back on this night with any sort of regret or disdain, or at least that’s my impression thus far. As I mentioned before, she does seem kind of nervous and subdued in her telling, though maybe that’s simply because she’s worried about how Jake is going to respond. I’m sure a lot of his reaction, though, is going to depend on the details still to come, which, oh by the way, I’m so fucking curious to find out.

Jen (returning her attention to me): “So my dad came in, and he could see that I was awake… and so he kind of crouched down next to my bed.”

Jen (now looking over towards her son, who by the way is just sitting quietly on the bed between my legs, hanging on his mom’s every word): “And then that crouch became a kneel… and it was pretty obvious how much he’d been drinking. As soon as we started talking, not only could I smell the whiskey on his breath, but I could hear a slight slur in his speech as well.”

Jake (asking the obvious question): “What did you guys talk about?”

Jen (after taking a second to compose her answer): “We talked about my mom… and about how much we both missed her. And then Poppi started apologizing… like he kept saying he was sorry for not being a perfect father… just over and over.”

Jen (turning back to me): “That was another sign of how sad or upset or drunk or out of sorts my dad was. He was all of those things… as normally, he was never one to apologize about anything. At least not genuinely so.”

Jake (with a chuckle and a lighthearted comment to break the tension just a bit): “Yeah, the only times I’ve ever heard Poppi say he was sorry was when it was completely sarcastic, ha.”

Wow. Credit to Jake for making a joke during such an intense story.

Jen (returning to a serious tone): “Yeah, but he definitely wasn’t being sarcastic this time. For whatever reason, this particular anniversary of my mom’s passing was just hitting him extra hard. And so I felt so bad for him… and I had so much sympathy towards him… because he never opened up like this. Ever.”

Jen (continuing): “And so I remember telling him that it wasn’t true… that he wasn’t a bad father. I told him that over the course of my whole life, he had always done such a good job of taking care of me and making sure that I was safe. I remember telling him that… because it was probably the one honest compliment I could give him about how he had raised me, without actually lying. But that’s nothing.”

Aw. This is all so reminiscent of earlier in the evening when we were talking about Jen’s parents in her living room. I feel for her, and the fact that she’s sharing all of this definitely helps me to understand better who she is. It also makes me feel closer to her, too.

Jen (speaking directly to me again): “And so I could tell that my dad was appreciative of the things I had just said, because then he commented on how maybe I was right… about how he must’ve done something right… for me to have turned into such an amazing young woman.”

Jen (as she starts to get a little teary): “That comment was so sweet… because again… he never said things like that… like ever… but it also made me a little sad. I think because it dawned on me… probably for the first time… that my childhood was officially over, and I was never going to be a kid again.”

My god, this is so emotional, and we haven’t even gotten to the bombshell of the story yet. Holy fuck.

Jen (looking back at Jake): “And so then Poppi reached out… while still kneeling on the floor… and it was very subtle… but he took ahold of the cuff of my shirt, while I was still lying down. Like he grabbed right where the bottom seam is, and he pulled it away from the side of my body… ever so slightly.”

Oh my god, here we go. He’s going to fuck her. The dad from The Wonder Years is going stick his penis inside of his own daughter. Inside of this innocent, little, 18-year-old virgin, Jen. In her own childhood bed. This is insane.

And goddamnit, why the fuck am I thinking like this?? Look at Jen. She’s so legitimately emotional right now, and these are the thoughts that I’m having?!? Like I’m actually picturing his cock going into her vagina, because apparently I literally can’t turn this part of my brain off. It doesn’t even matter what else is going on. Jesus Christ, Becca, once again, you really need to get a fucking grip!

Jen (continuing to look at her son): “And I remember he held onto the bottom part of my t-shirt… with both his thumb and his index finger… and he just kinda played with it… rubbed it softly between his fingers… while he just continued to stare at it… stare at his two fingers. To this day, I have no idea what he was thinking about, or if he was even thinking about anything.”

What’s going to happen? Something’s about to happen. And holy shit, Jen is a fantastic storyteller.

Jen (now back at me): “And to this day, I don’t know why I did what I did. And the weirdest part is… for whatever reason… It’s like I knew exactly what was going to happen… like I could see the future… but I honestly didn’t know whether I wanted it to. It was like I was just so curious to see if it would happen, that I didn’t even worry about what it would mean if it did happen… and so I just did it.”

Did what???

Jen (after a brief dramatic pause): “And so I sat up, right there in my bed, while my dad still had ahold of my t-shirt between his fingers. This caused my dad to look up from his hand, and then we made eye contact. And it’s like he read my mind, or could tell what I was thinking… and so… just like I thought he would, he lifted my shirt. He took hold of the other side of my t-shirt with his other hand, and he just lifted it right clean off of me. I even raised my arms to help him get it off.”

Oh my god, my vagina. I so badly need some sort of stimulation right now to go with this story. It would be the perfect complement to have something, anything, pressing against my pussy, or better yet, my clit, while I listen to Jen relive this incredible tale. But instead, I’ve got nothing. My vagina is just waiting here, completely neglected and untouched, desperately aching for some long-overdue attention.

Meanwhile, an 18-year-old boy is sitting right in front of it, who would be absolutely perfect for the job. But unfortunately, he appears to be too captivated by his own mom’s story, and who could blame him, to focus on me right now. Although I do see that Jake’s got a boner again, which is pretty hot, considering he just came like 30 minutes ago, not to mention the reason behind this new hard-on of his.

Jen (staring right at me, and I’m sure noticing how much her story is affecting me): “Up until that point… I swear I hadn’t had a single sexual thought about my father. Ever. But for whatever reason, everything changed in that moment. It’s like I had been waiting my whole life for someone to see the sexual side of me, finally, and my dad taking off my shirt was the moment I had been waiting for. It was such a big deal to me that it didn’t even matter that he was my father. All that mattered was that someone was looking at me… and the way that he was looking at me.”

And how was he looking at you?!?

Jake (asking so innocently): “Were you wearing anything underneath your shirt?”

Fuck, he’s so adorable.

Jen (answering her son): “No, I would normally just sleep in a t-shirt, some pajama shorts, and then underwear, but no bra. And that’s what I had on that night as well.”

Jake: “So then what happened? What did Poppi do?”

Jen (with a little more relaxation in her voice): “Well… I lay back down… topless… and Poppi just stared at me… at my chest, specifically.”

God. I’m sure her 18-year-old breasts were simply gorgeous. And there’s something about how she’s calling her dad ‘Poppi’ as she tells the story to Jake that makes it extra intense. And yes, I know I keep using that word over and over, but it’s because I can’t think of a better way to describe it.

Jen: “With the full moon, I think he could see everything pretty well… and I was so nervous, as no one had ever seen me topless before. So my heart was racing, to say the least.”

Jake (seeming a little impatient): “And then what happened?”

Wow. I feel like Jake is starting to get even more worked up than I am right now, and that’s saying something. I honestly can’t tell what’s going through his mind, though. Is he upset? Turned on? Confused? Jealous perhaps? It honestly could be all of those things.

Meanwhile, speaking of impatient, I just can’t take this lack of stimulation anymore, so I not so subtly pull my legs up and back towards my body, opening myself up as obviously as I possibly can.

Jen (to Jake, after noticing how I’m basically presenting my genitalia to her son): “Jacobson! You’re failing in your duties by touching our guest. Make sure you keep rubbing that toy on her, and don’t skip over her pussy this time.”

Thank god. Jake immediately complies, and the moment he first drags that green rubber dildo across my clit, I feel a spark shoot out from my crotch and up through all four of my limbs simultaneously. It’s incredible, and I can’t help but let out a soft, little moan.

Jen (now focusing back on me): “So my dad was just staring at me… right at my breasts… and he looked so mesmerized… so happy even… as he had this wonderful half smile on his face. It was an expression that I had never seen before on him, and it made me feel so good… so powerful… that my body could have this sort of an effect on him.”

Jen (as she begins gently tracing her fingertips across my own breasts, while Jake continues to run his dildo up, down, and around my crotch): “You see… nothing ever made this man happy. It was an impossible task, as he was just always so beaten down and despondent about life. But apparently my bare chest… my tiny, little naked boobs… were the one thing that could break the spell. It was kind of ironic considering how small they were, but it was like I had been hiding my own little superpower under my shirt this whole time, that I never even knew existed.”

That’s so hot. And I just love the idea of tiny, little boobs, and a hulking, grown man wanting to suck on them. I mean, he definitely wanted to suck on them, right?

Jen (as she stops the movement of her hand, and rests her fingertips on my sternum, right between my boobs): “And then…”

And then what??

Jen (drawing out the suspense as much as she possibly can): “And then my dad raised himself real high… and then he said it.”

Said what?!?

Me (unable to resist): “Said what???”

Jen: “Without even having touched me yet, my dad said, ‘Jenny, I love you soooooo much,’ and he said it in just the sweetest, most sincere way.”

Oh my god.

Me (captivated): “And so… that was the first time that he had ever said that to you??”

Jen (subtly nodding): “Yeah, it was. My whole life, for as long as I could remember… he had never uttered those words before. Not even once.”

Wow. I don’t know how I feel about all of this. I mean, on the one hand, it’s hard not to imagine that this man knew exactly what he was doing and that he was just manipulating his daughter’s emotions to get what he wanted that night.

But on the other hand, as Jen swears, maybe he really didn’t know all of this was going to happen, and he really was just experiencing these emotions in real time, just like his daughter was. If that’s the case, then he was as much along for the ride as she was, which, in the end, makes it a much easier story to enjoy. Yep, I think I’m just going to trust Jen’s take and assume the second scenario is the accurate one.

Me (as I force my legs open a little further, allowing me to lift my pelvis up and really savor the pressure of that green dildo against my clit): “And so how did that make you feel? To hear him say that??”

Jen (resuming her gentle touching of my breasts): “Oh, it just made me melt. Like I was putty in his hands… and I was gonna let him do anything he wanted to me.”

Oh fuck yes. Okay, I don’t want him to fuck her anymore; I want him to make love to her. Now that I know that she wanted it just as badly as he did, I can’t get enough. This moment is incredible. The story. Jen’s light touching of my chest. The way she’s brushing over my nipples. Jake’s dildo is pressing into my pussy. Holy fuck.

And now I also can’t help but wonder, was this moonlit night a one-time encounter, a forbidden erotic moment that clearer heads would later determine to have been a mistake? Or was it the opposite? Is it possible that this night was so magical for both of them that it was some sort of an awakening, and it ended up being the start of a brand new, full-fledged sexual relationship between this man and his daughter?

Holy shit, that might actually make sense. Or at the very least, that could explain Jen and how she’s come to accept incest as just a regular part of life. I mean, this might actually be more plausible than my earlier hypothesis, that it was her unloved upbringing that caused her to overcompensate and start fucking her son. To be honest, that theory never really made much sense to me.

But this would mean that this one night was simply the beginning, and that whatever Jen’s about to describe to us, however he’s about to fuck her on this meaningful anniversary of theirs, would continue for years and years. I mean, maybe they’re even still fucking today?? Is that possible?!?

It would also mean that this father would’ve finally found the replacement for his late wife, and he would’ve done it seven years after she passed, to the day. And that he would’ve seen her successor in the most familiar place possible, in their own daughter that they had raised together.

Holy fuck. I bet they were so similar. Jen and her mom. Their same bodies. Their same anatomy. The familiarity of it all, except so much younger. Like having a do-over with your lost wife, and getting to retake her virginity, or perhaps even for the first time, if he had never gotten to do that the first time around. My god.

Jake (sounding a little alarmed): “Ummmm… Becca’s kinda leaking a lot onto the bed. Is that okay?”

Oh god. That’s so embarrassing! I knew all of this was really starting to get to me, and I was feeling it, but I didn’t realize I was literally overflowing with enjoyment. Ooops!

Jen (chuckling to her son): “Yes, of course that’s fine. In fact, that’s a really good thing.”

I do feel bad, but it’s also kind of adorable that Jake is worried about me making a mess of his mom’s bedding. What a good son!

Jen (now leaning in to whisper to me): “I knew as soon as you told me that the father/daughter scenario was your favorite… that you were going to love this story. I just couldn’t wait to tell you…”

She’s definitely not wrong, and enough is enough. I need to know what happens here!

Me (quietly back to Jen): “Tell me more… what did your dad do next?”

Jen (with a serious look on her face, as if she’s giving a dramatic performance): “He finally touched me. It started with his hand brushing my hair to the side of my face, and then he slid it on down to my chin.”

God, I can just picture the scene.

Jen (mimicking the movements of her father on my own body): “Then he ran his fingertips down my neck, and across my collarbone. And then he cupped my breasts. Both of them… with his two hands.”

I close my eyes, and with Jen’s hands holding my boobs, I’m imagining that I’m her, as an 18-year-old, being touched for the very first time.

Jen (chuckling): “His hands were so much bigger than mine are right now, though, and I’m pretty sure my boobs were smaller than yours are, too.”

Me (breathlessly): “Oh Jen… that’s so hot.”

Jen (back to a serious tone): “But he didn’t stop there. He continued down, as both of his hands descended across my ribs, bouncing over every bone, until his fingertips reached my hips. And then with zero hesitation, he effortlessly slid his palms underneath my flat little butt, grabbed my waistband in the back, and started removing both my shorts and my underwear, all in one continuous motion.”

Oh fuck. Fuck yes.

Jen (with a lighthearted chuckle again): “Granted, I helped facilitate their removal by lifting my midsection up and off the bed for him.”

Oh my god, she wanted it. She wanted it so badly, didn’t she?

Jen (as I realize that Jake is once again too captivated to worry about touching me, but I don’t really care): “And so off my shorts came, and now I was completely naked.”

Jen (breaking character just a tad): “It’s funny, the specific moments that I remember most vividly. And this was definitely one of them. I remember that as soon as my shorts were off, I remember my dad pinning my legs open so forcefully, and I remember his hands feeling so large, and so strong, that it felt like I was being split open by a giant.”

Okay, I definitely spoke too soon a moment ago. I need Jake to start touching me again. Badly. In fact, I need him to stop fucking teasing me and just plunge that giant green dildo into me already. I’m sure it would slide in so easily right now if he did.

Me (making direct eye contact with Jen): “Were you nervous? Were you scared?”

Jen: “Scared? Not for my safety or anything. Nervous? Absolutely. Now, I don’t know when you had your first pelvic exam, but I had never had one at that point, so that was the first time anyone had ever seen my vagina before. And so that in itself was a big deal… even bigger than him seeing me topless… and it was extremely nerve-wracking. So yeah… it was intense… and I’m sure my heart was beating like a million times a minute.”

Now Jen’s using that word, too. See??

And yeah, I remember those days before anyone had ever seen me down there, and I was cripplingly self-conscious about my own anatomy, too.

Jen: “But more than anything, I was actually kind of confused.”

Me (intrigued by this word choice): “Confused? How so?”

Jen: “I obviously understand better now, but back then, I was so clueless about how guys thought… and by guys, I’m including my dad. At the time, everything I associated with my dad and vaginas was based on how unbelievably awkward he was about dealing with me and my period.”

Now this makes me chuckle.

Jen (continuing): “I didn’t get my period until after my mom died, so he was the one who had to deal with it. In the beginning, he would ask me if I needed more pads, but he would only ever refer to them as ‘those things’. Then, a few years later, when I was at the beach with my cousins, I had to learn from my aunt… who I barely even considered her… because she was my dad’s brother’s second wife. But anyway, she explained to me that it was totally reasonable for a girl my age to use tampons instead of pads, so I could actually go swimming in the ocean while I was on my period. You know, ground-breaking stuff.”

Jen then laughs, but it’s true, I can see how growing up without a mom would obviously be a pretty big deal for a girl.

Jen (still laughing as she speaks): “So anyway, my dad would then forever refer to tampons as ‘those other things,’ and it was always so blatantly obvious that anything at all having to deal with my reproductive system made him extremely uncomfortable. It was as if it was literally his least favorite topic in the entire world to discuss.”

Jake and I are both still on the edge of our seats here, even if this latest turn in Jen’s story has certainly become more informative, and less erotic, ha.

Jen (now looking at both of us): “So you have to understand where I was coming from. I was so naive, because in my mind, I honestly thought that my dad was absolutely and completely grossed out by even the thought of my vagina, let alone the sight of it. I mean, why wouldn’t I think that? As every interaction he and I had ever had regarding my private parts seemed to imply that.”

Jen (continuing): “But then here I was… on my bed… and my dad had not only just ripped off my shorts, but he was actively pinning my skinny little legs open… to the point where he could see every possible lip, fold, and hair… of my untouched, virgin pussy.”

Okay, this is becoming erotic again.

Me: “And so you were confused as to why he was looking at it?”

Jen: “Yep. A hundred percent. And he wasn’t just looking at it… he was staring right at it. And I was so spread open, and I remember the moonlight was shining right on it, so it was all lit up. And I would bet anything… thanks to my nerves… that I was probably soaking wet.”

Me (not holding back): “Oh, that’s so fucking hot, Jen.”

Jen: “And remember, before when I told you that my dad had kind of this happy look on his face when he was first looking at my naked chest? Well, this time, he had a much more serious expression, and I had no idea what to make of it.”

Me (captivated right now): “And so what were you thinking? What was going through your head??”

Jen: “To be honest, I didn’t really have enough time to process it all… because a second later… it was in his mouth.”

Oh my god.

Me (immediately): “Your pussy? Your pussy was in your dad’s mouth?? He started eating you out?!?”

Jen nods slowly and dramatically.

Jen (looking directly at her son): “Okay, Hon. That’s your cue.”

Huh? What cue? Oh…

Oh fuck yes. My god, this is incredible. Jake’s mouth just latched onto my entire vulva, and the warmth, the wetness, and especially the tongue. It’s all fucking great. Holy shit, did I need this.

Fuck. Yes.

Oh my god, so that’s what Jen meant at the beginning of the story when she said Jake would know when it was time to start licking me. She fucking had this all planned out, didn’t she?!

Jen (continuing right on with her story): “And so when I felt my dad’s mouth on me… I was so overwhelmed… and so in shock… that I not only didn’t know what to think… but I literally couldn’t think about anything.”

Oh my god. This combination of hearing Jen’s tale of getting eaten out by her dad, while Jen’s son does the same thing to me. It’s so goddamn perfect.

Jen (now once again resuming her light touching of my breasts): “So at this point in my life, I had never had an orgasm before. In fact, I hadn’t even experimented with masturbating yet. Like not at all.”

Oh god. I think I know where this is going. Is he going to give Jen her first-ever orgasm?!?

Jen: “So this sensation I was experiencing… it was so far beyond what I even knew my body was capable of feeling. And my dad… my dad was not taking it slow. He wasn’t easing me into my first-ever oral sex experience by any means. No sir. He was devouring me… devouring my vagina… And so while the first 60 seconds of him eating my pussy was almost certainly a blur that I will never recover from my memory, as soon as I regained my bearings and came to grips with what was happening, I actually have such a distinct memory of it all.”

My head is turned to the side, while my eyes stare up at Jen, as I desperately wait for her to continue the story. Jake, meanwhile, keeps licking me with such passion that I wonder if he’s actually listening to anything his mom is saying right now.

Jen: “Now, at the time, I actually did know about oral sex, or at least the concept of it. So once I regained my wits, I came to grips with the fact that my dad was performing this sex act on me, and I realized that he must be doing it because he wanted to… or maybe because he thought it would make me feel good… or better yet, both. And that realization, that he was doing this to make us both feel good, just set me free. It made me feel so good… it made his licking feel so good… and I was in heaven.”

Wow. Speaking of being in heaven, I think Jake is going to make me come.

Jen (as I close my eyes): “And then next came the finger… and when he slid that inside of me… holy cow… I just remember my chest was heaving up and down… and both of my arms were locked straight as an arrow… at my sides…”

Oh my god, now Jake just slid his finger inside of me. So he must be listening to his mom after all.

Jen (as her magical fingertips trace over my nipples now): “…and then I felt it start to build.”

Oh, it’s building here too.

Jen: “First it was weird… but a good weird. Then it started getting stronger… more powerful… almost overwhelming… and I could feel my body tensing up.”

Oh, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard, just as long as Jake doesn’t abruptly stop for some reason. Fuck, I need to make damn sure that’s not going to happen.

Me (breathlessly): “Don’t stop.”

Fuck, was that too ambiguous?!?

Me (feeling the need to clarify): “Jake… don’t ever stop licking me.”

Oh fuck yes. Now he’s pressing his tongue into me even harder, and he’s fingering me even deeper. Oh, thank god.

Jen: “I didn’t know what was going to happen… but I remember thinking… and feeling… and knowing… that whatever happened… I knew that my dad would keep me safe… because he always did.”

Oh, she loved him. She may not have always thought he was the best father, but she loved him dearly.

Jen: “And then it started, and even though I didn’t say a word… my dad clearly knew exactly what was happening… as I remember him telling me between licks, ‘Oh Jenny… just come… just come so hard, Jenny.’ And that’s exactly what I did.”

Ohhhhhh, you and me both, girl. I grab ahold of the back of Jake’s head so forcefully that I hear him whimper, and I come so fucking hard into his mouth. Not literally, like I’m not expelling fluid (at least none that I’m aware of) into his face or anything, but I am spasming. I am grinding the hell out of this poor boy’s nose right into my pubic bone, and it feels so unbelievably satisfying.

Jen (speaking directly to me): “Oh, Becca, I’m so glad you’re coming to the thought of my dad eating me out. I’m so glad you’re feeling what I felt… because it was amazing.”

Oh my god. I am. It was. And it is.

Jen: “But that was just the beginning…”

Me (still not even done with my orgasm yet): “It… what?”

Jen (running her hand over my cheek and down to my neck): “Before I even knew what had happened, I realized that my dad was climbing up on top of me… and I swear to god… I don’t know how he did this… but all of a sudden… he was just completely naked. His clothes had disappeared…”

What? How did that happen??

Jen (chuckling): “Most likely… he just took them off while I was still coming down off of my first ever orgasm, and I wasn’t coherent enough to notice, ha.”

Oh, that’s hot.

Jen (kind of whispering to Jake as if I’m not supposed to hear, but I easily can): “Okay, time to use the toy.”

Jen (back to looking at me, as I sense Jake adjusting his position between my legs): “But the next thing I knew, my dad was hovering over me, and he asked so gently, ‘Jenny, is it okay if I make love to you?'”

Me (dying to know): “What did you say?!?”

Jen: “I didn’t say anything… I just nodded that he could.”

This is so fucking hot.

Jen (as her eyes widen): “But as soon as I had permitted him… I saw it for the first time.”

His penis? You saw your dad’s cock?!

Jen: “It was so big. Like, I didn’t know what to expect, but it was so much larger than I thought it would be. All I can remember thinking… was that it looked like the size of my arm.”

Holy. Fuck.

Jen: “But I didn’t even have time to worry, as the next thing I knew, my dad was using his giant hands… on my tiny knees… to spread me open… and then he entered me… and even though I was so wet… and he pushed it in so easily… he felt so huge. It was unlike anything I ever could’ve imagined.”

Oh my god, it is so huge. I’m talking about that giant, green, realistic, mushroom-tipped dildo that Jake just plunged right into my vagina. And my god, this feels incredible. Holy shit, I needed this. I needed to get fucked. So badly. Fill me up, Jake. Fill me up with this toy, just like your grandfather did to your mom.

Jen (calmly): “But it was okay. Despite being stuffed to my utmost capacity, I knew I could take it. In fact, I wanted to handle it… because already… I could already see how happy it was making my dad.”

Oh my god, he’s really fucking her. His own daughter, while her own son is doing the same thing to me.

Wait a second. Oh my god. Is it possible? Could Jake be Poppi’s son as well?!? Was Poppi the Karaoke man?? Is that where this is going next?

But she’s forty. Jen is 40, and Jake is still only 18, so if she’s 18 in this story, the math doesn’t add up. It’s off by at least a couple of years, isn’t it? Not that I would trust my arithmetic skills at a time like this.

But anyway, that’s probably for the better, as I think that would’ve been a bridge too far. I mean, this is an insane enough story as it is; we don’t need Jake to be a literal incest baby, too!

Jen: “And so I tilted my head back… and I closed my eyes… and I actually grabbed ahold of my father’s enormous back… and as crazy as it sounds… because he was already taking up every single spare inch of space I could have… but I grasped onto him… and I pulled him… into me… even more.”

Oh, she wants this so bad. I love, love, love how much she wanted this.

Jen (who is now reaching down and softly touching my clitoris): “And that’s when he really began to fuck me. He was so forceful, but so effortlessly smooth. And he was so unimaginably deep inside of me that, of course, it was extremely uncomfortable, but it was also weirdly tolerable. I don’t know how else to explain it… because despite feeling like I might literally be torn in half… I didn’t even contemplate, for a second, asking him to stop. I just wanted him to do what he needed to do. So badly. All I wanted… was for my dad to be happy finally.”

And now Jake is fucking me even harder. He’s copying his mom’s description to a T, and he’s forcing that dildo so deeply inside of me that I, too, feel like my body might be at risk of irreversible damage. But just like Jen, I wouldn’t dream of asking him to stop.

Jen (taking a second now to lean in so she can whisper directly into my ear): “Are you enjoying my toy, Becca?”

Me (answering Jen’s question much louder than it was asked): “Oh god yes… your son is fucking me… so good… with it.”

It’s not only Jake’s manual thrusting that feels so amazing, but it’s also the direct stimulation of my clit from Jen’s fingers, which is making this just the most exquisite total package of pleasure imaginable. And you combine that with the previous orgasm that I’m not entirely sure ever ended, and I feel like I’m experiencing the most wonderfully long climax of my life.

Jen (whispering so quietly that I’m sure I’m the only one who can hear her now): “Oh, good… because that toy is a replica of my dad’s cock.”

Wait. What??

As I try to process what the hell Jen just said, her son continues to ram that giant green dildo all the way in, and all the way out of, my soaking wet pussy. In fact, it’s making such an audible sloshing sound that it’s interfering with my train of thought!

Jen (still whispering): “Yeah… we ordered a kit online and made it at home a couple of years ago as a Christmas present to ourselves. Isn’t it just the perfect size?”

Holy fuck. Oh my god. The two of them made an at-home dildo from a mold of Jen’s dad’s dick? I didn’t even know that was a thing you could do!

And so that means his cock really is this huge, as I can vouch firsthand for how enormous this toy is. And holy shit, that also means that Jen lost her virginity to this monstrosity?!?

And oh my god, most importantly of all, this means that they’re definitely still fucking. Which means they probably never stopped fucking! So this wasn’t a one-time thing, after all. Holy shit, this father just up and replaced his dead wife with his virgin daughter, and he’s been fucking her ever since. This is pure insanity.

Jen (back at normal volume now): “And then my dad started to come.”

Oh fuck. I was wrong a second ago when I thought I might still be climaxing. I wasn’t coming, but I definitely am now. Or about to at least. And I’m pretty sure this next one is going to be even bigger than the first. Holy fuck, this is totally uncharted territory for my body.

Jen: “Of course, I had no idea what a man’s orgasm would look like… or sound like… or feel like. None. And so I’ll never forget how worried I was at first… as my dad started to grunt… and grimace… because he looked like he was in so much pain…”

Oh my god. I can picture it so clearly. This man, and his giant dick, coming so hard, and so deeply, into his daughter’s tight, tiny, obedient, soaking wet, virgin pussy.

Oh, I’m coming. Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, Poppi. I’m coming so hard that I’m pretty sure Jen is talking about how her dad came inside of her, and I’m not even paying attention to her anymore.

I pull my lower body back towards me, and I use my elbows to force my knees completely apart, and then I clamp my hands down onto the inside of my crotch, and I pull my vagina as wide open as it can get.

And my god, look at Jake. He has such a determined look on his face as he continues just relentlessly to jackhammer me with that big, green rubber phallus. He’s pounding me so hard with it that I can actually see sweat dripping down from his brow.

And the craziest part is, he doesn’t even know, does he? He has no idea that this dick is molded from his own grandfather’s flesh and blood. That’s Poppi’s cock he’s using right now. Ha. I just said poppycock.

And on that note, with that little bit of self-humor, I think I’m officially done coming. Like for real, this time. I relax my legs, and my arms fall to my sides, while I take a deep breath and then let out an audible exhale. Jake seems to get the message that I finally finished my orgasm (both of them), as he begins to slowly dial down the fucking motion of the sex toy, before carefully extracting it from my vagina, once and for all.

Holy shit. Wow. That was incredible.

Jen seems to think so as well, as she excitedly bounces around the bed to the other side so she can be closer to Jake.

Jen (to her son): “Oh my god, Honey, that was sooooooo good! You were so good!”

Jake looks a little sheepish, but also proud of the work that he just did in pleasuring me, not to mention bringing me to climax. Twice.

And while part of me is completely exhausted right now, and there’s no doubt I’d love the chance to take a quick, little cat nap, it’s also pretty apparent that something’s about to happen between Jen and Jake, and there is no way I’d ever forgive myself if I missed that!

Jake (quietly, while looking his naked mom up and down as she stands beside the bed): “Thanks.”

Oh, they’re about to fuck. Or make love. Or whatever you want to call it. This is better than a story. This is better than a movie. This is real life. I can’t believe this is finally happening.

Jen then seductively climbs up onto her hands and knees right in front of her son on the bed.

Jake (with more of a subdued tone): “So… how many… how many times did you and Poppi end up having sex? Was it just the one time?”

Oh, you poor sweet boy. Your mom is presenting herself to you like some kind of sex kitten, and clearly, all you can think about is the fact that your grandfather got to fuck her before you did. And honestly, who could blame you?

And it’s so endearing that you’re asking if it was just that one time. Obviously, it’s not your fault that you don’t know, as I didn’t know (for sure) either until your mom whispered into my ear about their homemade dildo.

But Jake, poor Jake, it was way more than that one time. In fact, I would bet that it’s been too many times to count. But don’t worry, I assume your mom is eventually going to explain all of this to you. In fact, she might be doing it right now??

Jen (as she sits straight up and takes her son’s hands into hers): “How ’bout I tell you the whole story later… but for now… I just want my Honey Bear inside of me… is that okay?”

Oh well, I guess I was half right. She’s going to tell him, but just not right now. Right now, she just wants to have sex with her son. You know, like any resourceful mother would do, when confronted by a son asking tough questions and she desperately needs a way to distract him. 😛

Yep. Oh boy. Here we go.

Jake nods in acceptance, and then Jen leans back, opens up her legs, and then she pulls her son up and overtop of herself. And I think the distraction is working, as Jake looks as if he’s already forgotten all about his unanswered Poppi questions and all he cares about is the fact that he’s lying naked on top of his mom.

And now, as their two faces are both grinning ear to ear, mere inches apart from one another, Jen reaches around and grabs Jake’s butt, gives him a minor adjustment, and then I see both of their mouths open up in ecstasy at the same time. Yep, I’m pretty sure Jake’s three-and-a-half-inch penis just entered his own mother’s vagina.

And then they start kissing, and it might be unlike any kiss I’ve ever witnessed. Definitely as far as any I’ve ever seen in real life. There’s so much passion, but so much love. It sounds cheesy, but it’s actually quite beautiful.

Wow, they’re really making out now, but interestingly enough, there’s not a ton of movement going on down below, but there’s no doubt that he’s inside of her right now. And on a related note, this is absolutely bonkers that I’m witnessing two people have sex, like a foot away from me, on the same bed, where I can even feel the mattress shift underneath me, every time they move. Oh yeah, and not to forget the craziest part of all, they’re mother and son! Holy fuck.

Jen (after separating her mouth from Jake’s): “Oh my god… I so needed this… oh fuck yes…”

Jake doesn’t say anything in response, but he does have a serious look on his face, as if he’s really, really concentrating on fucking his mom. But it’s a sweet and almost innocent look of determination, nearly as if he’s just trying to do a good job, as if all he wants is to please his mom. To make her proud.

And now they’re kissing again. This is so intense, and so sweet, and so loving, and I’m pretty sure they both have already forgotten that I’m here. I’m not going to lie, all of this is making me a little sad—just a tiny bit.

But you know what? It’s not that they forgot about me; that’s bothering me. It’s that I’m realizing something. It just dawned on me that in my entire life, I don’t think I’ve ever actually made love, at least not like this.

Sure, I loved my ex-husband. In fact, I still love him. But with how he felt about sex and how disinterested he was in the physical aspects of our relationship, there was no way we ever could’ve had an experience like this. The passion and enjoyment that Jen and Jake are displaying right now, my ex-husband would’ve never been capable of. Never in a million years.

And yes, of course, I’ve had good sex with other men (or boys :P) since we’ve separated, but never with someone that I actually loved. So I’ve never had this. I’ve never experienced what I’m witnessing right now, and there’s no doubt I’m a little jealous of it. Of them.

And holy cow, are they starting to go at it now? Their intensity is picking up, and it seems mutual, as both of them are starting to get worked up. I wonder if Jake will come soon? I know he already orgasmed once tonight, but based on his three-nut performance back at my place in the fall, I don’t think two times is much of a stretch for him here.

Jen (as she now grabs two handfuls of Jake’s ass and pulls him even more forcefully into her pelvis): “Oh, just fuck me… fuck me as hard as you can…”

This is pretty hot. I obviously can’t see Jake’s cock going in and out of Jen, but I can certainly see the result that it’s having on the rest of her body. And she sure seems to be enjoying it, although she does seem just a teeny bit frustrated that her son isn’t fucking her even harder. Or perhaps, is it really just his lack of size that she’s bemoaning right now?

It’s so interesting to think about Jen, and her two men, and how different sex must be for her between her dad and her son, because their cocks are literally on opposite ends of the spectrum. Like seriously, has she ever even fucked a good old regular five-and-a-half-inch penis before? Or does she only know two dick sizes, enormous and tiny?

Oh my god. Holy fuck, I just thought of something else. Jake had said that his mom never dated anyone. Like ever, the whole time he was growing up. And I was thinking about that before, you know, given how beautiful she is. But now it makes perfect sense!

Of course, she wasn’t dating anyone, as she was in a sexual relationship with her dad all along. This poor boy just never realized it, because Jake could’ve never imagined that his mom was dating his grandfather! Ha, talk about a classic case of hiding in plain sight.

Shit. This just makes me worry about Jake and how he’ll handle all of this once his mom finally comes clean. Like with the whole story. Is he going to feel betrayed? Lied to?

Although he certainly doesn’t seem to be bothered by anything right now. That’s for sure. In fact, he looks like he’s getting close to coming. Oh, I want him to cum. I want him to cum so badly.

God, I’m such a hypocrite. A few minutes ago, I was momentarily worried that Jake might actually be an incest baby, and now here I am, rooting him on to just blow his load inside of his mother’s vagina. Like, seriously, what is wrong with me??

I also just want to reach out and squeeze his cute little butt with my hands, all while he continues to penetrate his mom. But so far I’ve been able to resist the urge, ha. I mean, I think it’s important for me just to let these two be. They deserve it. Although I do think I deserve to watch! 😛

Jake (as his pumping gets more and more intense): “Oh mom… oh mom… oh mom… I love you so much.”

Jen (staring right into Jake’s eyes): “Oh, honey… just cum… just fill me up… fill me up with all your cum.”

Yep, Jen knows her son even better than I do. And what was that phrase she used before? Oh yeah, Jake’s about to pop, ha.

Oh my god, he’s coming. It’s happening. And now Jen is closing her eyes and savoring it as well. This is incredible to watch.

Jake is fucking his mom so powerfully, and he appears to be experiencing the ultimate release, as I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look more satisfied than Jake does right now. He is so clearly shooting massive amounts of cum inside of his mom, and he is absolutely savoring every single squirt of it.

Jen (as she tilts her head back): “Oh, I’m coming too, Honey Bear. Oh my god… oh my god… don’t stop…”

Wow. Simultaneous orgasms. These two really are perfect for one another.

As his mom relishes the peak of her own climax, Jake continues to thrust away diligently, but at this point, it’s pretty obvious that his own orgasm is winding down. He’s continuing to pump his hips solely for his mom’s benefit. What a good son! 😛

Jen (after realizing that Jake is completely spent): “Shhhh… there there… you’re good. You’re so good, Honey.”

Relieved of his duty, Jake finally collapses onto his mom, as Jen begins to rub her son’s back, almost as if she’s commending him for doing a good job on his chores.

Wow. That was honestly kind of impressive, to say the least.

Jen (softly as she starts lovingly tracing her fingers over Jake’s back): “You’re good, Honey Bear… you’re so good… oh my god.”

Jen (still seeming like she’s on cloud nine herself now): “Oh my god… Jacobson…”

I can’t see Jake’s face right now, but I assume he must be totally exhausted.

Jen (so softly, it’s barely audible): “…you’re the best thing to ever happen to us.”

Huh? To us? I assume she’s not talking about her and me, as that would be kind of weird. But then what, is she referring to her and her dad?!?

Oh my god. She must be. So that means that he’s theirs?!? As in, he really is Poppi’s biological son?!??

What. The. Fuck.

Jake’s not reacting, but it’s totally possible he didn’t even hear what his mom said. But what does this mean?? I just don’t know. I’m having trouble accepting this.

Maybe it’s that post nut clarity thing that guys always talk about, but now that I’m sitting here on this bed, having already come twice, it’s like I’m finally realizing how truly fucked up this whole situation is!

Okay, Becca, let’s not overreact. Both Jake and his mom are lovely people, and it sure seems like everyone (and I’ll just throw Poppi in there for good measure) is happy and content with their little family dynamic, so is it that big of a deal to just let them be? To let them live their life however they want?

I mean, Jen and Jake certainly look pretty happy right now, as they continue to cuddle and embrace each other on this bed right in front of me. In fact, I’m pretty sure Jen just whispered something into her son’s ear, and it made Jake give her an extra-tight, post coital squeeze. God, he loves her so fucking much.

But given everything that I now know, I think it’s probably time for me to head out. Like, I feel like I’ve seen everything I came here to see, you know? Yep, there’s no doubt. It’s been fun, but I need to go home.

I quietly scoot myself off the bed, and it takes me a second, but then I remember that all of my clothes are currently scattered about their living room floor. I figure I’ll get dressed out there, and then I can come back in to say my goodbyes.

And so I tiptoe out, not even sure if the two incestuous love birds noticed me leave, and I head down the hallway towards my clothes. I take my time getting dressed, and just as I locate my car keys in my jeans pocket, I see Jen appear from her bedroom.

Jen (looking a tad disheveled, which is probably to be expected): “Oh, hey. Are you… Are you heading out? You’re welcomed to stay and sleep here if you want.”

Me (standing here fully dressed and speaking to a completely naked Jen, who let’s face it, probably has cum dripping down her legs right now): “Oh, that’s very nice of you… But yeah… I was going to get on the road, as I have an early morning tomorrow.”

Ha, I can’t believe I just used that extremely stereotypical excuse. I didn’t even realize I was going to say that until it was halfway out of my mouth. Oh well.

Jen (now getting dressed herself): “Oh, okay, well, I’ll at least walk you out.”

Okay. This seems fine. I give Jen a second to finish getting her own clothes on, and then we both head to the door.

As Jen ushers us out, I contemplate asking her about the elephant in the room, you know, her dad being Jake’s biological father and all, but instead we just exchange small talk as we make our way out to my car that’s parked on the street.

Once we get to my vehicle, I turn around and face back towards their house, and Jen’s standing right there, directly in front of me. I guess it’s now or never.

Oh fuck it. Why not?

Me (while barely able to see Jen because it’s so dark out here with no street lights): “So there never actually was a mysterious Karaoke man, was there?”

Jen (seeming surprised): “Oh wow. So it was that obvious that it was all a fake story?”

Okay, yep. That confirms it. Meanwhile, my eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness so that I can now see Jen a little better.

Me (only about a foot away from Jen as she kind of has me pinned up against my car): “You know, I thought it was believable enough. I didn’t actually figure out the truth until you said what you said after you and Jake finished having sex.”

Jen (looking legitimately confused): “Oh. What did I say?”

Jen (chuckling): “I was so out of it, I honestly don’t remember.”

Me (trying my best to recall her exact wording): “You said that Jake was the greatest thing to ever happen to the two of you… or I think you said ‘us’, but I assumed you weren’t including me in that.”

Jen (lightheartedly): “Ha, yeah, I was referring to my dad and me. No offense.”

Me (chuckling now myself): “None taken.”

Jen (sheepishly): “Yeah, I guess that wasn’t very subtle of me, was it?”

Me (still a little curious about the details): “So, is there any chance that Jake is not actually your dad’s son?”

I mean, the significantly different cock sizes alone seem to introduce at least some doubt, right?

Jen (shaking her head): “No… there’s not. I’ve literally only ever had sex with two people in my entire life. Well… three… including you now.”

Jen then gives me a genuine smile that I can’t help but take as a compliment on how much she enjoyed tonight’s activities, specifically me.

But anyway, is it really possible that she’s only ever had sex with just her dad and her son?? Forget the fact that that means she’s never even experienced a normal-sized penis before, but that also means she’s never had a single non-incestuous sexual experience in her entire life! How is that possible?!? She’s forty years old!!

Jen (as I continue to try to make sense of this all): “Do you remember earlier tonight when you asked me what my goal for the evening was?”

I do. Very clearly.

Me: “Yeah. You said it was to give Jake the night of his life, or something along those lines.”

Jen (speaking with a tone as if she’s confiding in me right now): “Yeah… I did say that. But that was only really a half-truth. Or more like a means to an end.”

Okay, interesting.

Jen (continuing): “I actually did have a goal, and it involved you. I invited you here tonight, because I wanted to come clean to Jacobson finally… about my dad and me… and to be honest, I was worried about telling him… and how he’d react… and I felt like it would probably go most smoothly… if you were here too.”

Wow. Okay. I can understand the logic there.

Jen (apologetically): “So I’m really sorry about that… about bringing you into all of this.”

Me (quickly): “No, that’s fine. I get that. And I do think we succeeded in giving Jake a night to remember, ha.”

Jen (smiling): “Yeah, exactly. I wanted him to have so much fun tonight.”

Oh, I don’t think there’s any doubt that he did.

Me (feeling the need to clarify, though): “But so… he doesn’t know that your dad is his dad, too, right?”

Jen (definitively): “No. He doesn’t. Not yet. Tonight was step one. That’ll be step two.”

Me (with still so many questions): “And so… does your dad know about you and Jake?”

Jen (nodding): “Oh, absolutely. He’s known from the beginning… and even way before that.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Jen (clarifying): “He knew how badly I had wanted something to happen between us… between Jacobson and me… but he also knew how adamant I was that my son had to make the first move. That was sooooooo important to me.”

Interesting. And so this all goes back to how Jen would masturbate with her door open a crack, waiting so patiently for Jake to have enough courage to come on in, finally?

Jen (beaming almost): “And so he was so happy for me when it all finally happened. He was ecstatic… so much so that he even had me tell him all about it, in great detail, right after it happened.”

Wow. So weird. So fascinating.

Me: “And so he doesn’t mind the idea of sharing you with his grand… er son?”

Geez. This family tree is so fucked up.

Jen (excitedly): “Oh, not at all. In fact, this last time Jacobson was home, a couple of weeks ago… we ended up… Jacobson and I ended up having sex right before it was time for him to leave… for him to drive back to school… and so he left me there… on my bed… and said goodbye… and I immediately texted my dad.”

Interesting. And kind of kinky.

Jen: “And then my dad came rushing right over and just found me lying on my bed… still naked… still recovering… and he just immediately went in and cleaned me up… with his mouth.”

He did what now?!? Is she saying what I think she’s saying??

Me (still not sure): “He cleaned you up? Like he went down…”

Jen (interrupting me): “He ate all of his son’s cum out of my vagina.”

Holy shit. That is like my literal number one most erotic image or fantasy or whatever you want to call it. The idea of one man licking another man’s semen out of a woman’s vagina, that they share, is so fucking hot to me. I can’t explain it, but it is my no-doubt, absolute, favorite kink.

Jen (as my mouth hangs open): “And then he just fucked me, and added his sperm right on top of his son’s.”

Holy fuck.

Jen (playfully): “Well… I guess not technically sperm, because he had gotten a vasectomy after Jacobson was born, but you knew what I meant.”

Oh my god, there’s just so much to process here.

Me (as Jen continues to move closer and closer): “So your dad got a vasectomy, right after Jake was born? So were you worried at all about… you know…”

Jen (matter-of-factly): “Birth defects?”

Exactly. And so I nod.

Jen (calmly): “We were, but I think we’re in the clear now. Or at least mostly.”

Jen (chuckling): “We kind of think Jake might be a little small… because of whatever… You know, like the runt of the litter?”

Ah, yes. The incestuous runt with the small penis. Is this real? She’s really describing her son this way??

Jen: “And we think he might be infertile… You know… based on the fact that I haven’t gotten pregnant over these last few months.”

Jesus Fucking Christ. Ever heard of birth control?

Jen (so close to me now that our chests are basically in contact with one another): “But the most exciting thing… is that now that Jake knows about my dad… is that the three of us are going to be able to start playing together.”

Oh fuck. There it is. First, it was the mental image of Jen’s dad eating Jake’s cum out of her pussy, and now it’s the idea of a full-blown father/son threesome. I’ve already orgasmed twice tonight, but I can already feel the blood flowing back down to my crotch, not to mention the nervousness in my stomach, and of course, there’s that unmistakable tingling sensation deep inside of my vagina.

It’s like it doesn’t even matter how insanely fucked up this whole situation is, or how many times I’ve already come, I’m just too much of a degenerate horndog to prevent myself from getting endlessly turned on by it all.

Me (after gulping down my arousal): “You are?”

Jen smirks, and then here we go. My god. Out here?? On the street?!? Well, I guess it is dark out at least. But Jen just popped open my jeans button, and now her hand is inside my underwear!

And yep, there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop her from doing this.

Jen (as her fingers start playing with my clit while my butt is pressed up against my car door): “Do you know what my number one fantasy is? Like the one thing I’ve alllllllllways wanted to do?”

I don’t. But I so badly want you to tell me.

Me (speaking slowly and softly as I shake my head, side to side): “No… what is it?”

Jen (so close to me I can feel her breath on my lips, even though we’re outside): “I want both of my boys inside of me… at the same time.”

Is she talking about…

Jen (before I can even finish my thought): “I wanna start by riding my dad’s giant cock… and as I sit on top of him… I want him to make me feel so full… like he always does… and always has… since I was so young.”

Jen’s fingers are so amazing right now, and the fact that she added that part about being so young, it’s like she owns the instruction manual on how to turn me on. Who is this woman??

Jen (now speaking so directly into my mouth that I can actually taste her words): “And then I want my sweet, sweet, Jacobson… to push me down… onto my dad’s chest… and I want my Honey Bear… to climb up onto my back… and spread me open… from behind.”

Oh my god. Don’t stop, Jen. Don’t stop touching me, and don’t stop speaking.

In fact, I think she might make me come again. Out here. In the dark. On the street. For the third time tonight.

Jen (as she now slides a finger inside of me): “And then I wanna feel my son enter me… right into my ass… right next to his Poppi… and then I want him to collapse down onto me… and pin me against my dad.”

Oh fuck. I’m going to orgasm. There’s no stopping it now.

Jen (with her deepest fingering yet): “And then as they smush me together… and the three of us rock back and forth… totally in sync… I wanna feel them come… both of them… my father and my son… at the same time.”

There it is. Oh, that magical full-body sensation that never, ever gets old. It’s official. I’m coming.

Me (as my mouth drops open and with barely any breath behind it): “Ohhhhhh… fuck.”

Yep. This is fucking incredible. There’s no other way to describe it.

Jen (as she extracts her finger and starts frantically rubbing my clit instead): “And then I wanna feel my two boys just fill me up… with all of their cum… in both of my holes… and that’ll make me come… along with them… so then it’ll be all three of us.”

Oh, I’m still coming. I promise you, Jen, I’m coming so hard right along with you guys. So that makes four of us.

Jen (so softly): “Oh, Becca… you look so beautiful right now.”

Oh my god, I can totally see it. The three of them, all orgasming together, in one giant family tower. From the bottom to the top, biggest to smallest, oldest to youngest. All of that cum, inside of Jen. Her dad’s. Her own. Her son’s. All dripping out of her, once they’re done. All three of them were so satisfied and so exhausted. What a beautiful sight that would be.

Jen (as she gently removes her hand from my crotch): “Well now… that was pretty nice, wasn’t it? It sure seemed like you enjoyed it, at least.”

And then Jen chuckles.

Me (willing to admit the truth): “Oh my god… that felt so… so… wonderful.”

Jen (as she buttons up my jeans for me and then gives me a sweet, quick peck on the lips): “Good!”

Jen (speaking cheerfully): “I’ll tell you what… I’m going to get your contact info from Jacobson… and then we’re going to have to keep in touch!”

I mean, I’m certainly not opposed to that.

Me (still a little out of it): “Yeah… sure. That sounds great.”

Jen (quietly under her breath, not that anyone would be able to hear us otherwise): “Because you should definitely come back and join us again sometime. But next time, we’ll have to make sure my dad is here, too. He’s going to adore you just as much as Jacobson does!”

Jen (before I even have time to respond, and as she starts walking back towards her house): “You drive on home safely now, mmmmkay?”

I continue to stand here in front of my car, somewhat in shock, not just from the fact that I let this woman bring me to orgasm on this random, dark, rural street, but really from the entire night.

But I’m okay. In fact, I’m better than OK. I had a great time tonight, and I’m not afraid to admit it. And as Jen gives me one last wave before disappearing into her house, I accept that there’s nothing left for me to do here. At least not tonight. No regrets. Well, maybe one slight sadness. I didn’t get to say goodbye to Jake!

Oh well, I guess that’s just one more reason for me to come back another time. 😛

Anyhoo, I grab my car keys from my pocket, and I walk around to my driver’s side door. After getting into my vehicle, I casually toss my phone onto the passenger side seat before realizing that I’ll probably need Siri to find my way home. In the meantime, though, I turn on my ignition and take a deep breath, as I place my hands on my steering wheel at 10 and 2.

Yep. Tonight was fun. And exactly what I needed, so I am definitely glad I did this.

And then just as I’m about to retrieve my iPhone so I can bring up some directions, I actually hear it vibrate. I’m assuming that’s Jen sending me a text like she said she would.

I pick up my phone to check, and to my surprise, it’s not Jen. It’s a text from Dan, ha—good old, Douchey Dan, who I originally had a date with tonight. But then I had to lie to him about being sick, so that I could accept Jake’s invitation to come to his mom’s house instead. I wonder what he’s texting about, and at this time of night? It’s almost 11.

Dan: “Hey, Becks, hope you’re feeling better. Let’s reschedule soon when you’re all better!”

Well, that’s actually nice of him, that he was thinking of me enough to send that. In fact, I’m even willing to let his poor grammar slide, as well as the fact that he called me Becks, which literally no one does. Where does he get off making up nicknames for me? We hardly know each other. Oh well, it was still very thoughtful of him to send that.

Ooh, it looks like another text is coming. What else is he going to say??

Dan (in his follow-up text): “Just let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll rock your world so hard you’ll forget all about how much of a dud tonight was.”

Ha. Oh, Douchey Dan. You’re too funny. And you poor thing, if you only knew what I was up to tonight, what I actually was doing while blowing you off, your goddamn head would explode. In fact, you probably wouldn’t even be mad about the fact that I lied to you. You’d be too much in shock about what I did, and who I did it with, and the level of debauchery that I was capable of. I couldn’t even imagine it. The expression on your face, ha.

But anyway, sure, I’m definitely willing to reschedule, once I’ve finally recovered from this total dud of a night! 😛

Me (texting back): “Thanks! You’re too kind. Looking forward to it, so I’ll let you know! Off to bed now.”

And with that, it’s time to drive home. Wow. What a night.

The End.

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