In Quest of Incest

by Peter Duncan

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Son, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Aggie finds out that the man with whom she is having an affair is also diddling her daughter. The same night she discovers that her husband is having an affair with the young woman who is his associate pastor. On the edge of desolation her twenty one year old son comes in late and they discover that they have been lusting for one another for years. It is a night of critical mass for mother and son.

It had been a year since Agatha, wife of the Reverend Phillip Wilcox, spent five nights with the nineteen year old lifeguard Bart. In the Wilcox's thirty-one years of marriage there had been little romance. Phillip's interest in sex seemed to have been overridden by his obsessive dedication to his ministry. Not having been an adventurous woman Agatha accepted what she had. She was a good mother, always virtuous and a useful helpmate to her husband in his work as a pastor.

Her involvement with Bart was more than a sexual awakening though. The experience opened doors she had not even considered. During this quick affair the constant headaches she had begun experiencing since the second year of her marriage stopped, which made her realize how strong her libido was. But she had ignored the idea that it was causing her many headaches. Along the way she figured out how it was affecting her and began practicing the "sin" of masturbation. But having grown up with a mother who implanted guilt in the act of such prurient self-satisfaction she usually only resorted to that when the headaches became just too intense. After Bart she realized that since puberty she had been a volcano on the verge of eruption. Her weeklong frolic with the young man was the breakthrough. Not only had this remarkable young man opened the doors of her sexuality he scratched many of the itches that had been irritating her for three decades. He week at the shore was not only joyous it was completely headache free.

When she got home she had hopes of seducing her husband into the kind of sex that Bart had introduced her to but that was not to be, at least not with him. She had to find a way to grow the sexual feelings of self-worth without him so she went in a direction completely different from that of a typical pastor's wife. It began with a chance encounter at the local farmer's market. Garven Milroy had once been her high school sweetheart. At the time of their meeting he was her daughter's piano teacher. Within in a week she was going to bed with him, a sizzling affair that lasted for a year. By the end of the year Aggie realized that Garven's interest was solely about the sex—the kinkier the better—and he wanted to involve other women. When he wanted her to become part of a ménage a trois she felt he was pushing her too far. Aggie wasn't looking for romance with Milroy she too was happy with the sex. But she wasn't going to be forced into Garven's ménages. If she were to decide that she wanted to explore alternative sexual adventures it would be her choice, not some controlling male's.

In an ironic twist that literally blew her away Aggie discovered that her husband, the pompous Phillip Wilcox, was having an affair with a much younger woman, his new associate pastor Kasey Kaminski. The night she came home from standing outside of Garven's window and watching him have sex with her daughter—his former piano student—her vow to terminate the affair with Milroy became cast in concrete.

When she got home her husband was just coming in the door. As he always did he kissed his wife. To Aggie's shock she detected the scent of a woman's pussy on his hand. Having inkled that he might be having an affair with his assistant pastor, the sexual musk she smelled on his hand confirmed his involvement of hanky-panky. Already angry at Garven and her daughter Penny Aggie's building rage took a strange turn. At first she had an unexplainable urge to have sex with her dishonest and neglectful husband. Not letting on that she knew he was cheating she said, "I need to be loved tonight Phillip."

He had absolutely no romantic intentions with his wife but realizing that he had been careless in not washing his hands after sex with Kasey, the scent on his hand steeped the wayward pastor in guilt. Hoping that Aggie wouldn't smell the telltale bouquet he tried to cover his mistake by saying, "Of course Agatha, I hope that I haven't been neglecting you."

Phillip's affair was something new thing to his Aggie; she had no idea that there had been others. He had been with women members of his church before—the outcome of counselling sessions and such. It wasn't an uncommon phenomenon among his peers; others of his colleagues had fallen prey to needy or predatory women as well. But this was the first time he had begun developing a serious relationship with a colleague, not to mention one so junior. He knew full well that he could be driven out of the church if his behavior were discovered. But Kasey is so young and exciting he rationalized, and she's so amazingly tight!

Feeling like such a fool Aggie thought I should be a stronger person than this. But with the strange thought that having sex with Phillip could be some kind of punishment for him she pressed the issue and said, "I just need it so badly tonight Phillip. Please take me to bed. PLEASE."

For the first time in their married life Aggie was amazed that her husband lasted so long. She wondered how many times that night he had done it with the young and perky Kasey Kaminski. But what surprised her further was how energetically he was. She didn't decipher that his vitality was so powerfully driven by guilt. But she was angered by his dishonesty when he moaned, "Agatha darling, your vagina is so tight and so exciting. I don't think I've ever felt so sensitive down there before."

To his credit, or more aptly to his guileful behavior, he actually snuggled with her after sex, something he had rarely done. After playing with her pussy so eagerly with his right hand—something else he had rarely done. Aggie supposed that it must have been her husband's goal to alter the evidence of his guilty activity by merging the smells of Kasey's sex with hers.

Afterwards, while her cheating husband snored beside her, Aggie was planning to exact some kind of revenge on the deceitful males in her life. At the moment she was pissed at Garven who was carrying on with her daughter and her husband who was playing in the company sandbox. She was disappointed in her daughter but held no resentment toward her. Having suspected that there might have been something going on with Penny and Garven while she was his piano student in high school she could accept that Penny could be holding a prior sexual claim to her piano teacher. Aggie speculated that the young woman was simply following through with an affair that had been going on since her early teens. Fuck both of these men she thought in language that she rarely used unless it was in the heat of sex.

It was just after one a.m. and Aggie was still wired. She heard the back door open and close. Malcolm's coming in from his date. Getting out of bed she wrapped her silk kimono around her naked body and headed for the kitchen where she found her son tipping a partially full half gallon of milk to his lips. With a sarcastic chuckle she asked, "Where have I failed you Malo?"

Jerking with a start her son spilled milk down the front of his dark blue tee shirt. Turning toward his mother he gave her a sheepish look —she had been telling him not to drink out of the container for years. Self-consciously he replied, "I'm sorry Mom, you startled me." It was spring break; Malcolm had been home for the past few days. Now a junior at Rutgers University he'd decided to forgo the spring break trip to Florida.

With an indulgent giggle Aggie said, "I guess, Malcolm David Wilcox, I might as well give up on your drinking out of the milk carton." She picked up a dish towel from the counter and dabbed his shirt. Feeling his well-developed pectoral muscle she blushed and said, "My goodness Malo you certainly do keep yourself in good condition." But she was even more understanding of his physical condition than her son imagined ... or so she thought.

She had seen him sunning himself on the patio in his skintight Speedos, swimming trunks that made such a marvelous display of his tight buns from behind and the significant package between his legs in front. More than once she had ogled him like a curious teen girl. Since her affair with Bart, a college student the same age Malcolm, she had been dealing with guilt ridden lust for her son that had recently become incredibly intense.

Just as she was passing Mal's bedroom after she came back from the shore she heard a moan coming from beyond his door. Concerned that he might be ill she noticed that had the door had been left slightly ajar. Peeking through the crack in the door she could only make out a tiny portion of the bed. But her eye could take in the entire mirrored wardrobe door at the foot of Malcolm's bed. There she saw the reflection of Malo's body lying on his back naked, writhing on top of the mattress. Stunned she saw that his body was writhing because his hand was flailing his erect penis. She was stunned at the size of the thing and thought my son has become a man. She knew she was wrong to be gawking and was going to walk away when she heard him murmur something she couldn't make out. Straining her ears she listened more closely. When she heard "mom, mom" her stomach dropped and her vision became intensified as her feet had become glued to the floor.

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