Chapter 3: Mom & Her Sister Have Sex With Their Dad For The First Time

I can’t help but get a kick out of families who flaunt their so-called righteous morality like waving a checkered flag, It seems to be a source of pride for such people to be able to demonstrate to the world just how much more devout and pious they are than anyone else, Yet if you were to look just below the outer facade, I think you’d find that in many cases, what goes on behind closed doors is a LOT different than the carefully managed public image. My mom’s family was a classic example of such a situation.

As my mom and her sister grew up, they began to catch the eye of their father (my future grandfather). She noticed that he was staring at her more often, especially when he thought she didn’t know what he was doing. It wasn’t so much that he was LOOKING at her; it was the WAY he looked at her. It was that LOOK when a guy sees a girl as a nothing more than some sort of sexual object. Mom had been playing around with enough boys to know that look but to see it on her own dad’s face was more than a little bit disconcerting to her. Then again, maybe it was just her horny imagination at work. After all, he WAS her dad and dad’s don’t do those sort of things to their daughters.

What my mom didn’t know at the time was that her parents’ sex life was all but non-existent. Once she bore the two girls, her mother felt her marriage responsibilities for sex had been met and thus there was no need to have to submit herself to the degradation of a man defiling her. You can imagine then the effect it was having on him as he watched his two girls grow up and develop right in front of him. Is it any wonder his lust finally overcame him?

Things started to happen one warm fall day when the girls were taking advantage of what was getting to be fewer opportunities to wear their skimpier summer outfits. Despite the objections of their mother, they both had on extremely short denim cutoffs and nothing else but a tight thin tube top that accentuated what little boobs my mom had at the time (Linda not having much more than hard nipples to poke through). No shoes, socks, or even underwear; just the two of them running around barefoot around the house and back yard swing set.

My grandparents were sitting next to each other on an old glider swing they kept on the back porch when my mom noticed her dad was watching her and her closely - a little TOO closely perhaps. She noticed that he was saying something to her mom but she couldn’t hear what it was. His head was turned toward her mom so she couldn’t make out from his lips what he was saying to her. Well, whatever he said it sure set her mom into orbit because she smacked him hard on the shoulder and then sat there looking really upset with her arms and legs crossed tightly. It didn’t seem to bother him as he kept staring at his two girls. Then my mom noticed that her dad was adjusting his pants now and then, as if there was something uncomfortable between his legs.

When he eventually stood up, she could see why he’d been so uncomfortable - he had a big bulge in the crotch of his shorts! My mom had been with enough boys by then to know what THAT meant. Her dad quickly disappeared into the house and after a little while he returned with a sly grin on his face. More importantly, the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He reached down to kiss her mom but she just gave him a disgusted look and turned swiftly away. He sat down next to her anyway, which just led to another argument, sometimes quite animated.

My mom told once that me she could still remember how she and her sister Linda had both wondered what in the world their parents were arguing about so strongly. It was unusual to see them fight in front of their daughters so they knew it had to be something pretty important. Eventually things settled down but the atmosphere was a bit chilly for the rest of the night, despite the late summer heat wave.

My mom and Linda went to bed a little later and quickly fell asleep. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but when she woke, she felt a bit of a chill and realized that her bed covers had fallen off of her. At that age she wore long t-shirts and panties to bed and she was surprised to find that her t-shirt had somehow ridden up high enough to expose her little boobs. The cool night air had made her nipples hard and they tingled a little as she pulled her t-shirt back down over them, the soft cotton tickling her nipples as it passed over them.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed her dad was standing at the end of her bed, silently watching her in the dim light cast by the nightlight in the corner of the room. When he realized that she’d seen him, he quickly turned around and left the room without saying a word. Being so tired, she didn’t even think about it anymore until the next night. She was having a hard time getting to sleep and had been tossing and turning for the longest time when she heard him softly walk into the room again. She kept my eyes tightly shut and pretended to be sleeping, wondering what he was going to do. She could hear his breathing quicken as he came up next to her in my bed and soon she learned how her shirt had ridden up the other night!

After pulling her shirt up over her little boobs he started to fondle them softly, first one at a time and then with both hands. All this time her younger sister Linda was sleeping just across the room. Mom once confessed to me that at the time she wasn’t certain what made her more nervous - that her sister might wake up and see what was happening, or that her molesting father might realize that she wasn’t really asleep!

Eventually he stopped and gently pulled her t-shirt back down and covered her up with the blanket. Again he left silently and once he was out, she put her hands on her chest and started to caress herself. Lots of boys had touched her boobs before, but she was surprised at how good it had felt when her dad had done it. Her dad’s hands were so much bigger and there was something exciting about letting him think that she was asleep and didn’t know what he was doing to her.