Dad Dies
Copyright© 2026 by jack1107
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A father dies. His widow is 30 years younger than him. His well-endowed son steps into his father's shoes. There is a lot of sex in this story.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Oral Sex
I had sat my last exams. I felt sure I had done well, and my grades would get me into university.
I had to get back home to look after Dad. He had been poorly the last month. He was still offering me support on my final exams.
Dad was a very successful author who sold over 190 million books in his lifetime. Eight of his stories had been made into films.
“He wrote historical novels, which he’d research thoroughly to give his novels a little more punch.
Dad was thirty years older than Mum. They had met in France twenty years ago when Mum was nineteen.
Mum was a novice nun who was fluent in French. English is her mother tongue. She was in a convent in the same Order as the convent Dad was researching for a novel.
Which involved the Mother Superior helping the French Resistance during World War II.
Dad had offered the Order a substantial donation if they could verify the bolt hole where three members of the Resistance had hidden for three months after killing six Gestapo officers.
Who were interrogating a Resistance member before he could reveal the identities of the local group.
After the killings, they brought the tortured Resistance member to the convent, but he had revealed nothing, but sadly, he died. He was buried in the convent cemetery.
Dad wanted to research, as he knew his story would be fantastic.
He didn’t know that, out of the seven nuns in the convent, none actually spoke English, but they had contacted the convent in England, and Mum was sent over to translate.
Mum arrived at the convent two days before Dad did. Mum, being a novice, didn’t wear her habit. She was dressed in a top and jeans, as most teenagers would dress.
Mum was a full-busted young lady. Any man seeing her was attracted to her massive breasts. Dad thought they were gorgeous.
Mum was quickly schooled in what to tell Dad. The men who carried out the raid were brave and acted fearlessly.
The Order didn’t want to jeopardise its position in local society or its history.
As soon as Dad met Mum, he knew she had been told what to say. He also knew he had a great story.
Dad was excited with the story he had now and was about to leave when a nun.
Sister Teresa, speaking French, asked Mum to ask Dad if he’d like to see the Gestapo Headquarters, which had been preserved in the same condition as when the Germans fled France.
Dad was very interested to see this, more so when he heard the chair where the man was tortured was still there, and the bullet holes from the Resistance guns were in the walls.
Before they left the convent, Sister Teresa showed Dad where the man who had been tortured was buried.
Dad was over the moon when he learned that Sister Teresa’s aunt had been a nun at the time of the shooting, as she had told her.
Mum told me it was touching. Although Mum didn’t tell me much about the early days, it was Dad who told me more in my mid-teens, after I’d read the book. It turned out to be Dad’s biggest-selling book to date.
Dad drove a Bentley. His favourite saying was, ‘I’m a man of simple taste, only the best will do.’
Mum got into the back seat. Sister Teresa sat in the front passenger seat.
As they drove, Dad said to Mum, “How long have you lived in France? My name is John Gibson.”
“I don’t live in France. I speak French fluently as I had a French pen pal, and I spent many summers here.
“I came over two days ago to translate for you. My modes of transport were bus, train, ferry, and bus and train again.
“It took me eighteen hours to get here. You have a beautiful car. I’ve never been in such a comfortable car.”
Dad replied, “When will you go back to England?”
“When you have the information you need, it could be tomorrow.”
“Where in England is your convent?”
“In Kent, close to Sevenoaks, but when I get back. I have to spend time with my family to reflect on whether this is the life for me before I take my final vows.”
Dad replied, “I have a cottage close to Sevenoaks. I can give you a lift back?”
“I’d love that, I have a mobile phone my Mum gave me, nobody knows about it, it’s a UK number.
“I’ll write my number on a piece of paper, shake my hand when we get out of the car, and the paper will be in the palm of my hand.
“I may leave after we get back to the convent. If that happens, they will drive me to the train station.
“You must message me back as I’ll send you the info on when I’ll be leaving, how flexible are you with time?”
“I’m flexible, I’ll be at the station, but my car won’t be there. I’d love to get to know you better.”
“That’s great, my big worry now is that I’m not sure I want to be a nun. I’m intelligent, I’m bilingual, but what can I do? Mr Gibson, I need help, can you help me?”
“Leave the number on the back seat of the car. I’ll forget my camera, I’ll come back for it.”
“I could do with a French-speaking assistant, if you’re interested, you’ve got the job.”
Mum wrote the number on a piece of paper and left it on the back seat. Dad got it when he went to get his camera.
He messaged Mum, ‘We have contact.’
Mum excused herself when they entered the old Gestapo Headquarters. A minute later, Dad had a message.
“We have contact, it could be three this afternoon at the railway station. I was told this morning that if I were finished with you, I would be on the three o’clock train. My name is Babs.”
Dad could not reply, but his camera was busy taking pictures. He already had Babs’s mobile number on his phone.
His pictures gave him so much inspiration. He knew he had a great story. He then drove Mum and Sister Teresa back to the convent.
He told Mum he would park close to the railway station.
Dad was sitting outside a cafe having a coffee, and he saw a white Peugeot with Sister Teresa driving stop outside the station.
Mum got out, and the car drove off. Mum didn’t have a suitcase. Her clothes were in a Marks & Spencer plastic bag. Dad then walked into the station.
Ten minutes later, they were heading towards Le Touquet. Dad said, “Babs, is it a problem if we stay the night in Le Touquet, as I’m researching for another book?”
“Not at all, I have heard it’s a beautiful city. I’ve only jeans and a top to wear, but I’ve no problem with staying.”
“That’s good, we will stay in the best hotel in Le Touquet. We will find a shop to get you some clothes, such as jeans, which I’m sure will not be allowed in the hotel’s restaurant.”
“I have little money. I can’t afford to buy any clothes.”
“Babs, I will look after the clothes. You helped me a lot with the translation. When are you due back at your convent?”
“There’s no time I need to be back for. I am due to stay with my Mum to reflect on whether I should take my vows.
“I don’t believe life in a convent would be a life for me. In fact, I’m sure it wouldn’t be.
“In the last six months, I have lost all interest in it. My brief break with France has made me certain it’s not the life for me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You are an intelligent young woman. What will you do?”
“I’m not sure I have enough qualifications to get me into university, but I don’t know whether I’ll do that. Are you married?”
“I’m not, my wife died three years ago from cancer, we didn’t have any children, which is the biggest regret of my life. When will you go to your Mum?”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You’re a handsome, interesting man. You’ll have no difficulty finding a woman.
“I don’t want to go to my Mum. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. Mum had a drink and drug problem.
“That’s the reason I went to the convent, to find some stability in my life, but it’s just the same there, though they cover it up better.”
Dad pulled up in front of a luxurious hotel on the seafront. He parked the Bentley beside the front door. He went into the hotel.
A minute later Mum’s phone rang, “Babs, they only have one room left, it’s a suite, do you have a problem sharing it with me?”
“None, this hotel looks amazing.”
Dad came out. He got his suitcase out of the car. He also carried Babs’s Marks and Spencer bag into the hotel.
The suite was palatial. It had a balcony overlooking the sea. Dad said, “We’ll definitely need to get you clothes for tonight, let’s go shopping.”
They walked along the seafront. Babs had asked the reception for recommendations of lovely boutiques, and she was given three addresses, all a couple of minutes’ walk apart.
Mum got three outfits in which she looked gorgeous. The saleswoman in one shop noticed Mum’s cotton underwear. She suggested some lingerie.
Dad heard this. He told her to get what she needed. As they walked back to the hotel.
Mum said, “I know your name is Mr Gibson, may I call you John?”
They went up to the suite. John ordered a bottle of Chablis, which they drank on the balcony.
Mum thanked Dad for all the clothes he had bought her. She suggested Dad should dress first, then Mum would dress herself. They would meet in the cocktail bar.
Dad got a surprise when Mum walked into the cocktail bar. She looked stunning. She had bought a pair of three-inch heels which matched all three outfits.
Dad had bought the lingerie that highlighted her voluptuous body, and she was also showing enough tit to stiffen any cock.
It didn’t take Dad long to realise that he was about to have dinner with easily the best-looking woman in the restaurant.
It was also the moment, as Mum walked with a gorgeous smile on her face, that he knew he was falling in love with Mum.
Dad stood up as Mum approached the table. He, too, was smiling. He extended his hand to greet her.
Mum ignored his hand, she cuddled him. She kissed him on the cheek, she also made sure Dad felt the weight of her massive tits on his chest as she broke away.
She whispered, “John, thank you so much for today. I’m so happy to have met you.”
Dad had a surprised but happy look on his face. There was a bottle of the same Chablis they had had on the balcony.
Dad poured a glass for Mum, as they raised their glasses, Dad said, “I’m glad I met you too, you are a fascinating young lady.”
They both selected the Chef’s Menu Gourmand, a six-course feast from heaven. During the meal, Dad asked, “Do you intend to meet your Mum to discuss your future with her?”
Mum looked into Dad’s eyes and said, “It would be a waste of time, my Mum would be stoned, the only thing on her mind would be her next line of coke.
“In my heart of hearts. I know the convent is not for me,
“I only need a few days of peace to get my head around this.”
“Babs, I can give you this. I have a bungalow next to the river. The views are amazing, it’s totally secluded.
“It’s the place I need to be to write my books with a clear head. It’s also spacious.
“We wouldn’t be falling over each other.”
“John, you’re so kind, it sounds like the ideal place for me. Cooking is also one of my talents. Baking is another skill I possess. I helped in the kitchen a lot. I prepare only healthy food. Cooking for you is something I’d love to do.
“I love good food. Since my wife died, I eat out a lot. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Mum smiled and said, “I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m not an angel, I’m not intact. The so-called celibacy thing is not for me.
“My future would have meant me spreading my legs for various priests or nuns, that’s not for me, either.
“I want to give love, I want to be loved. One question, John, have you been with a woman since your wife died?”
Dad couldn’t believe his ears. He gulped his wine down.
“Babs, I respect your honesty. To answer your question, no, I have not been with a woman since my wife died.
“I was a struggling author. I was a history teacher.
“My first book was an enormous success, over five million copies sold. My wife helped me so much in those early days.
“We have a king-size bed upstairs. What side of the bed do you like to sleep on? You can have the choice, as I’ll sleep on the other side.”
Mum smiled, “John, I sleep naked, it’s over three years since you’ve had a cuddle in bed, let me give you cuddles tonight?”
Dad looked so taken aback, he took Mum’s hand, caressed it, “I miss cuddles so much, would you like me to get another bottle of Chablis?”
Mum smiled, “We don’t need it, let’s get upstairs.”
That was the start of a fantastic relationship between Mum and Dad. I was born eleven months later.
Both Mum and Dad were over the moon, especially Dad, who now had a son and heir.
Apart from their age difference, the older Dad got, the less sex Mum got,
Mum stayed loyal, though she had a friend, a nun in a teaching order, who came regularly to offer her comfort.
That night, Dad went into the bathroom, Mum stripped naked. She lay in the middle of the bed.
Dad came out of the bathroom naked. When he saw Mum’s gorgeous body, his cock stiffened.
On seeing Mum’s naked body, her massive tits, her flat stomach, her smooth vulva with its thick cunt lips, her long, beautiful legs.
Mum offered her arms, and Dad cuddled Mum.
Mum said, “John, neither of us needs to prove anything. We take our time, we give each other pleasure.”
They then kissed lovingly for several minutes. They tongue-kissed, they explored each other’s bodies.
Dad was taken with Mum’s massive breasts. He played and sucked on them, giving Mum enormous pleasure. Mum was caressing Dad’s cock,
“Let me make this big boy hard,”
Dad was so excited when Mum went down on him. Mum was giving him the best blow job of his life.
Mum had enough experience to know Dad was going to cum soon, she massaged his heavy balls, her mouth was filled with Dad’s warm seed.
Mum held it in her mouth as she sucked the last drops out of his cock. She came off him as she looked him straight in the eye.