Chapter 3: Sunday Morning With Kristen

The next day started out fairly typically. I woke up, masturbated in bed for a while, and then did my thing in the bathroom. It seemed weird to be the only one there, to be able to wander around the apartment without having to worry about putting on a robe. A few last minutes items to pack and I was out of there. I went straight to the church and when the play was over, set a course for home and arrived a little more than three hours later. Needless to say, I had a great homecoming and while it may not have started with Amanda Tapping on his mind, my dad certainly fucked me good that night - and the next morning before church.

As always, we attended church on Sunday morning as a family, sitting in the same pew with my aunts, uncles and cousins. It was the first time I had seen Kristen in months and we squealed and hugged like little girls when we met. She was looking incredible, as always, as did her mom. Both were wearing dresses that pushed the boundaries of the unofficial church dress code just a little bit without being overly risqué. Kristen had that young high school girl look while her mom was a definite MILF.

As usual, my dad had his eye on his sister-in-law and I had a strong feeling that my aunt would be stopping by our house this afternoon once Kristen and I had left. It wasn’t like she was hurting for sex so much as she just enjoyed doing it with my dad. At thirty eight, she still looked almost ten years younger (probably where Kristen got her youthful looks from).

My dad had been doing both sisters since they were all barely teenagers and marrying one of them didn’t change a thing so far as that relationship was concerned. Actually, I think screwing his sister-in-law gave him a similar thrill to what he got when he fucked me. It wasn’t just the sex, although I knew from seeing her in action that my aunt was quite talented in that area, but rather it was doing his wife’s sister that made it hot for him. After all, how many guys had their wife’s permission to fuck her sister anytime they wanted?

Speaking of having her permission, many people ask me how my mom feels about all of this; I mean her husband having sex with her sister and daughter. Remember that as I just described, I believe my dad gets off from fucking the us mainly because of his relationship to him us, not the sex (OK, he IS a man and he loves women just as much as the next guy so don’t think I’m THAT naive). Most people assume my mother gets jealous or insecure. Actually, nothing could be further from the truth. When your husband has available to him several younger girls and an older woman, yet he always returns to you, doesn’t that say something about his love and respect for you?

When my dad married my mom, he promised before God to love her and protect her until death, above all others. Nobody that I know of has ever questioned his total commitment to that vow. My dad truly loves my mother like no other woman in earth and he would NEVER cheat on her. There is only one woman in the world he has ever made love to - my mother. Sure, he fucks me and some relatives, but we are all part of the same family and thus fall within the boundaries of his marriage.

An important distinction to make when discussing incest is that opportunity does not necessarily translate into reality. Just because it is “legal”, none of us feel obligated to let him fuck us. Speaking for myself, I let him do it because I WANT to as a sign of my love and respect for him as his daughter. Although as I said, it’s not an obligation where I feel forced to do anything, I still feel strongly that as his daughter I should always strive to honor my father. Frankly, if that means letting him fuck me, then what’s the harm? After all, it’s just sex, a natural act between a man and a woman. In the past six years I can’t remember a single time I have refused to honor my dad’s desires and I have no intention of ever refusing him so long as he wants me in that way.

So much for my soapbox speech. After church I kissed my parents goodbye and went home with my cousin and aunt for lunch. We discussed school for a while and eventually my aunt asked Kristen how things were going “recreationally”.

“Oh mom!” Kristen huffed but her eyes twinkling at the same time. Then she got a sly grin on her face and looked at me and then back to her mom.

“You would have loved the guy I had the other night, Mom. God! He had such a big cock, just the way you like them.”

We all laughed, especially her mom. Kristen had told before me how she sometimes would bring home a boy from school and then surprise him with a little mother- daughter action. She knew the types her mom liked, that was for sure! While my aunt dated mostly guys around her age, I guess it’s only natural for an older woman to want a young cock now and then, no different than most older guys seem to always have a desire for a young pussy. The way my cousin explained it to me, her mom got off as much from seeing the guys go nuts watching a mother- daughter scene as anything else.

Unlike me, Kristen likes her guys young, TOO young if you ask me. It’s not that I don’t think about it at times, but having sex with a young teenage boy isn’t exactly a resume builder when you want to be an elementary school teacher! My aunt has told me that even she has had to avoid more than a few of Kristen’s prizes. Bringing home a college guy, though, wasn’t a bad deal for any of the three of them.

Had it been another day or time, things might have gotten interesting between the three of us as it usually did when the talk turned in this direction. Unfortunately, today my aunt had an open house on the other side of town and had to hurry off to get things prepared. I noticed she had changed out her relatively conservative dress for one that was considerably shorter and lower cut, showing off her legs and boobs to their maximum advantage. In the competitive world of real estate, it never hurt to use all your “assets” and my aunt wasn’t afraid to do whatever it took to land a sale.

“Now you girls don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she warned us as she left the house. Kristen and I both laughed at that one as it pretty much left the door open to do about anything.

Once she left, we went up to Kristen’s bedroom to get her stuff. Actually it was her AND her mom’s bedroom since they had always shared a bed since Kristen’s dad had left. Kristen’s relationship with her mom was just one of many things I probably would have never been told about had I decided not to engage in incest. When my mom finally DID tell me, it was like a big “duh” neon sign lit up over my head. Sometimes I guess you don’t see the things that are right in front of your face so I guess that’s why when I was growing up I had no idea what else they “shared” with each other...