The Stormy Morning: the Incest Universe
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 2
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A while ago, I started writing a simple little love story about a woman who goes out for a run, gets caught in a storm, meets up with a young girl, and true love ensues. The story has become quite popular. However, when i had originally started the story, it was going to include incest. And, I realized that the many who had been reading the original might not appreciate that turn of events. So, I present (mods willing) an alternate universe edition of The Storm Morning, this time with incest!
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction True Story Sports Cheating Incest Mother Daughter Group Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Nudism
When May left later that afternoon, I was on a bit of a love and sexual high. I mean, I felt like I liked that girl.
Then it all came down on me, mentally, like a ton of bricks when Hubby and Shelly got home.
I had cheated on my husband.
With a woman.
With a girl, a 14-year-old girl.
A girl as old as my daughter.
I had cheated on my husband with a 14-year-old girl, one of Shelly’s friends in school.
Fuck.
I had reasoned to myself that Hubby and I were on the outs ... but we were still married. So, I cheated.
Fuck.
I tried putting on a regular face that evening and have no fucking clue if I was successful or not. Hell, it seemed I saw neither of them as it was, so maybe they didn’t see any difference in me.
But I sure did.
Any car I saw slowing down near me for the next few days was a police car.
Any cop I saw was after me.
Anybody looking at me was a cop.
I felt guilty about the whole thing. Here, I had taken advantage of an underage girl and had sex with her – something like that could scar a person up for life! I sure as hell did not want to hurt anyone and was afraid that I might have hurt her.
My nerves were on edge.
At work, I tried to put on my usual face, but once again, I was unsure if I had succeeded. Nobody seemed to pay me any attention. Then again, did they do that before?
It seemed like, by then, I was seeing Hubby less and less. Honestly, that was fine with me. But on those rare times I did see him, the pang of guilt would strike me.
I had cheated on my husband.
Whenever I saw Shelly, another pang of guilt would hit. I had had sex with her best friend. What would Shelly think about me? I had created a trifecta here: I had cheated on my husband with a girl, an underage girl. There were times when I thought to myself, if I had been found out, the person I would have had the toughest time looking in the eye would have been Shelly. I did not want to hurt her. Not at this stage in her life.
Fortunately, at the time, she was spending less and less time at home, often spending many nights with a friend. That was quite all right with me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Whenever I ran in the morning, I purposely avoided the paths and times I might see May.
Honestly, I have no idea why that was the case. I liked the girl, but I was afraid something bad would happen. So, I guess I thought I would solve the problem by ignoring it, and it would disappear.
But we live in a small town. It is difficult to avoid anyone, especially in our neighborhood.
One morning, near the end of the school year, I ran up behind May as I was finishing up a morning run. I did not see her until the last moment, when I rounded the block and headed towards the garage. And with my stomping footsteps, it was hard for me to be stealthy and hide from her.