Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, InLaws, Masturbation, .
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A story about a husband and the special relationship that develops between his wife and his mother, which pays some benefits for him as well.
"Are you serious?" Jack asked his wife.
"Dead serious," Kara replied. "That's what she said."
"My mom told you that. She said that's what she needs to talk to you about. For real?"
"I swear, Honey. She said she and Ray are having some troubles, and that she felt like she could trust me, and she asked if we could talk."
"And ... she said it had to do with ... With their sex life."
"That's what she said."
"How do you feel about that, Kara? Does that make you feel weird or anything?"
"No, why should it? You know I love your mom, and Ray too of course. I'm flattered that she feels like she can talk to me. But Jack, the real question is, how do you feel about it?"
"What do you mean?" Jack said as he looked at the floor.
"Come on, Honey. You think you can BS me? Mr. Mommy fantasy."
"Oh ... I ... told you about that, huh?"
"Yeah! Of course you did, and you know it. You are so full of it."
"Well, you're not mad about it, are you?"
"Of course not, Jack. You know I understand. So, you've always thought about it. So what?"
"Right, so what? Most guys have thought about their mothers at one time or another, right?"
"Right, Honey. And I'm sure most guys still jerk off and think about their mom at your age, too. How old are you again? Thirty?"
Kara smiled at her husband to let him know she was teasing.
"Cute. Fine, so I still think about it. I can't help it. But that doesn't mean it's not weird that you're going to talk to my mom about her sex life."
"I'm probably just going to listen, Jack. Don't worry. I won't tell her you like to call me Mommy when you fuck me sometimes. At least I won't tell her that right away!"
Kara laughed out loud and Jack rolled his eyes at his wife's teasing. But she was right on all counts. Jack had fantasized about his mother since he was a boy, and he still did. It wasn't uncommon for him to dream of making love to her when he masturbated, and he did like to pretend to be fucking her sometimes when he was doing it with his wife. But she didn't seem to mind, so he figured 'what the hell?'
The following morning, Jack went off to work as usual. Kara's work schedule allowed for a lot of flexibility, so she kept her morning clear to allow space for her mother-in-law to come over to talk. When Jenna arrived she and Kara hugged warmly as they always did. And after exchanging idle chatter, Jenna got right to the point.
"I may as well get to it, Kara," Jenna stated. "I'm sure this is gonna be awkward for you, so I won't put it off. But I really want you to know how much I appreciate this, Honey. I don't know who else..."
"Oh, Jenna," Kara replied, "seriously ... don't give it another thought. It won't be awkward for me. You can tell me anything. And of course I'm here for you. You're always there for Jack and me ... always. I'm honored you would trust me."
"Thank you for saying that, Kara." Jenna took a deep breath before going on. "I'm not sure exactly how to go at this. Kara Honey, do you ... When you ... Shit."
"Take your time, Jen. It's OK, whatever it is. Just say it."
"Fine. Kara, do you enjoy sex?"
Kara tried not to chuckle audibly at her mother-in-law's boldness. Even though she had encouraged her to just say what was on her mind, she didn't expect Jenna to be so blunt.
"Well, Jenna, that could be a really big question. But my short answer is, yes ... absolutely."
"Hmm... ," was Jenna's reply.
Kara gave her time to see if she would continue, but she remained silent.
"Jenna, I'm guessing that means that ... you don't enjoy sex all that much."
"No, not all that much."
For the next fifteen minutes or so Kara listened patiently as her mother-in-law gave her the basics of her situation. Jenna shared an oft-told story of general boredom in the bedroom, out-of-sync sex drives and general marital malaise.
"Jen, can I ask you something?" Kara said.
"Of course," Jenna replied. "I've been talking for a long time. But yes, ask anything you want."
"Well, I don't think what's going on is that uncommon. In fact, I think it's pretty common, at least from what I've heard. But I guess my first question is ... how do I say this? Are you able to ... have you ever ... can you ... Well ... do you know if you can have orgasms?"
Jenna pondered for a few moments before replying, which provided Kara with most of the answer she was seeking.
"I um ... I guess so."
"You guess so? Jenna, that's something you shouldn't have to wonder about. If you're having orgasms, you should know it."
"Really? Wow. Obviously no one's ever asked me that before. I guess then, maybe I'm not."
"Don't you and Ray ever talk about any of this? Does he know you don't have orgasms?"
"Ray? Are you kidding, Kara? I mean, he's a wonderful guy and all. But, do you really think this is something we would talk about?"
"Jen, it's certainly something you should talk to your husband about. I mean, it's obviously a problem between you."
"Probably more for me than for him, I think."
"Ray loves you, Jenna. I'm sure if he knew you weren't satisfied, he'd want to do something about it."
"I suppose. I don't know, Kara. I don't even know what I would say. And I'm sure he wouldn't know what to say. I mean, do couples really talk about this? Do you and Jack talk about sex?"
Kara tried not to laugh. She was sure that her mother-in-law couldn't imagine the things she and Jack had talked about, much less done.
"Well, yeah, Jenna. We're really not shy in this area. I suppose we're lucky that way."
"So, I guess that means that ... you ... Um ... that means you do ... have them?"
"Orgasms? Like I said, Jen, I'm not sure how explicit you want me to be."
"I want to know whatever you're willing to tell me, Kara. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."
"OK. Well, you asked. Yes, I most certainly do. In fact, I do know that lots of women struggle in that area. But honestly, I never have ... had trouble ... you know ... cumming."
Kara observed Jenna carefully to see if she was freaked out by her use of the 'c' word. But Jenna showed no signs of being uncomfortable.
"I uh ... I guess I'm not sure exactly how you mean that, Kara."
"Oh. Well, what I mean is, I've always been able to have orgasms ... to cum, without much difficulty. Whether I'm by myself, or doing whatever Jack and I are ... you know ... doing the things we do."
"By yourself? Really? So I guess that means you ... really? You do?"
"Oh, Jen. Are you saying that you don't ... I mean, you must have ... Are you telling me you don't masturbate?"
Again Kara looked for signs of awkwardness and saw none.
"No, not really. Is that weird?"
"I don't know if it's weird. Probably not. But I think it might be part of your issue."
"How? What do you mean?"
"Well, I guess I think that, if you don't know what feels good to you ... if you've never figured that out, then how do you expect Ray to figure it out? Sometimes men need a lot of direction when they get below the equator with us."
This made Jenna laugh out loud.
"That is so funny! What a goofy way to say that. I love it, Kara. I think it's really cool that you can talk so openly about all this."
"I'm glad, Jen. But, does what I'm saying makes sense?"
"I think so. So, wait a minute. Are you telling me that ... that you tell Jack ... that you tell him what you like ... how you want him to ... I don't even think I know what I'm asking."
"I think I do. And yes, I'm telling you that I figured out a long time ago what I really like, and how I like it, and I don't hesitate to tell Jack what those things are. And he does the same with me. I wouldn't want it any other way. And I learn new things, still. And I tell him those things too. And we learn things about each other other all the time."
"Wait, are you saying that you ... that you still ... By yourself? I thought you meant you did that before you were married. You mean you still ... you still do that?"
"You mean, touch myself? Masturbate? Yes, Jenna. All the time. And ... well ... this may be too much for you to hear. Stop me at any time. But I don't just touch myself when I'm alone. Sometimes I do it when I'm doing things with Jack. Sometimes I just need to give myself a little extra ... something ... to get to ... you know ... to be able to really ... cum. Was that too much information?"
"No, no. I'm not sure I totally get what you mean. I think I do, but I'm not sure."
"Maybe the best thing for right now is to go a little slower. Let's just talk about you, and maybe another time we can talk more about things you and Ray might do together."
"Are you sure you don't mind talking to me about all this, Kara?"
"Hell no. I want to be there for you, Jenna. And like I said, this doesn't make me uncomfortable at all."
"You're amazing, Honey. I can't thank you enough."
"Don't be silly. We help each other, right? So, here's what I'm thinking, Jenna. Wait, let me ask you one more thing. I probably already know the answer but..."
"Go ahead. Ask whatever it is you want to know."
"OK. I'm guessing you've never used ... a toy ... of any kind?"
"Toy?" Jenna inquired, looking slightly puzzled. "Oh, you mean like a ... vibrator?"
"Yes. Well, there are a million kinds of toys, but yes. Let's start there. Have you ever used a vibrator?"
"No. Have ... I suppose I don't really have to ask if you have, right?"
"No, you don't. I have ... I do, all the time. But never mind that, Jenna. One step at a time. I want to suggest something that you can do, when you get home, if you want to. Oh, but first, how are you feeling about all this, anyway? Are you weirded-out by what we've been talking about? Are you sorry you asked in the first place?"
Jenna put her head down for a moment, and for the first time since they started talking, Kara thought she may have said too much and crossed a line with her mother-in-law's comfort level. She could not have been more wrong.
"Kara, can I be honest about one more thing?" Jenna said as she lifted her head slowly back up.
"Of course, Jenna," Kara replied cautiously. "Anything ... anything at all."
Jenna took a deep breath and let it out before going on.
"Maybe I should be embarrassed to tell you this. But for whatever reason, I don't feel embarrassed. Part of the problem ... one of the difficulties I have when ... I usually don't really get ... When Ray and I ... do it ... I'm always ... dry down there. We have to use baby oil or something else to make it work. Then it's not, bad or anything. But without it, there's just no way."
"Oh, well that's not so unusual, Jenna. It's OK if you have to use some kind of lube to..."
"Wait," Jenna interrupted gently. "I ... I wasn't finished. Kara, it's been that way as long as I can remember. But ... Well, after talking to you ... about this ... Since we started talking, I..."
"What, Jenna? What's wrong?"
"Kara, you might think I'm the biggest freak for telling you this. But I have been getting ... oh, why is this so hard to say? Kara, I have been getting ... wetter ... and wetter ... this whole time." A big smile crossed Kara's face. "I feel like I ... peed in my pants or something. But obviously I know I didn't. Honey, my panties are just ... just totally soaked."
"Wow," Kara said quietly. "Jenna, I think that's probably a good thing. Getting wet is really, what you want to happen. It means you're responding to arousal. I was gonna suggest that maybe you go home and, get in bed and, you know ... touch yourself."
"Yeah. But it sounds like you're already halfway there."
"I am? Well, Kara ... what should I do now?"
Kara could barely contain herself while she waited for Jack to come home that evening. She knew the story she had to share with him was going to drive him wild with desire. And this time, her hunch was right on the money.