Dad Dies
Copyright© 2026 by jack1107
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 BBW Big Breasts Clergy
As we walked home from the hotel, I had my arm around Mum’s waist, and she had hers around mine.
“I enjoyed tonight. I’ll cook tomorrow and Sunday so that Jim will know about the funeral.
“Barry, as a family, we socialised little. We kept ourselves to ourselves.
“Is there anyone you can think of we should invite to the funeral?”
“Mum, let me think about it. Few of my school friends came around the house. Off the top of my head, I can’t think of anyone close to Dad.
He got on well with my English teacher. She helped him a lot when he was tutoring me. You didn’t have any couples you were friendly with?”
“Not really, there’s Sister Teresa, the nun I taught English to from France, she helped Dad with his book.
She’ll come and stay for a few days. Your Dad and I visited her a lot. She was here about three months ago.
When I was going through a hard time with Dad, I’ll phone her tomorrow, then arrange her flight. We’ll sit down tomorrow after breakfast and make a list.”
I remembered Sister Teresa, or Isa, her real name, she was a few years older than Mum.
For years, she had been coming. Her complexion was beautiful. An attractive woman, she was tall and busty.
Since Dad and Mum had separate bedrooms, she always slept in Mum’s bedroom on her last visit.
I was up late doing some research. I was in my bedroom, Mum and Isa were in the lounge drinking wine. I heard them go to bed.
I was a little hungry, so I went downstairs for a sandwich. On my way back to my bedroom, I heard Isa say, in English but with her lovely French accent.
“Babs, your pussy is so wet. Have you been thinking of all the nice things I’m going to do to you?”
“Isa, will I put on the strap-on so that I can give you a good fucking?”
“Yes, later, but make me cum first with your magic mouth.”
I put it down to Dad not being active for so many years. Before, I had thought something was going on between them, but they had Dad’s permission.
I was sure the age difference between Dad and Mum was having its effect. Dad was allowing Isa to give Mum the relief she needed.
I never dreamed of having anything sexual with Mum, but now that Mum mentioned Isa would come for the funeral after seeing her naked earlier, it made me think differently.
As we got near the house.
Mum said, “I’ve enjoyed tonight. When things settle down, we must do this regularly.
“I’m a little tired, my mind has been working overtime since I got home tonight.
“Will you give me a cuddle when we get into the house? You’re the only man I’d let myself do this with?”
I said nothing. I squeezed Mum’s waist. She squeezed mine. I opened the door and put on the light.
I took Mum in my arms, just before we kissed, “Darling, I could wear four-inch heels with you, and you wouldn’t need to bend your head. I’ll get some tomorrow.”
Mum’s tongue slid gently into my mouth. It felt so good as she pulled me closer to her.
I felt the weight of her massive melons on my chest. I also felt her push her snatch against my leg with a gentle circular motion.
Mum felt so good. We kissed lovingly for several minutes. Everything felt so good and natural.
I felt totally relaxed with Mum as we kissed. I cupped her massive left tit, the hard nipple felt incredible.
I squeezed her hard nipple as I played with her massive tit for a couple of minutes.
Mum was pulling me closer to her. Mum loved it, she purred with pleasure.
“What a feeling, Mum, I hope it’s good for you?”
“I must go to bed, Barry, thanks for being with me today, I’ll be up at seven-thirty, will I wake you?”
“Yes, please, I want to be with you tomorrow.”
We broke off. I had a massive hard-on. I was sure Mum was dripping wet.
When I got into bed, all I was thinking about was Mum’s kiss, the way she let me have such a great feel.
I fell asleep quickly, but I’m looking forward to shopping with Mum tomorrow.
I woke early. My bedroom door was open, as always. I had never slept with it closed in my life.
It was six-thirty in the morning when I heard Mum talking in French. Mum sounded a little disappointed, then ended the call.
I lay in bed, thinking about all that had happened yesterday. I was like, Mum. I was looking forward to the funeral being over.
I then heard Mum in the bathroom. She was showering first. I could listen to her sing. She must be happy.
At seven-thirty, Mum came into my bedroom. She looked gorgeous in a pink top with yellow leggings.
She was wearing my suggested colours, her tits looked massive, they bounced beautifully as she walked.
“Good morning, darling, did you sleep well? I’ve been up since six.
“I’ve phoned Isa, unfortunately, she can’t come, they are having a retreat at the Convent, it won’t finish until Monday lunchtime.
“I’ve already showered, you have a quick shower, I’ll make us a coffee, we’ll have an excellent breakfast when we get back.”
As we had our coffee, “Barry, after breakfast, we’ll go into Dad’s office, and we’ll go through his diaries.
“He visited no offices. They all came to him. He kept meticulous notes of his meetings in his diary.
The diaries will tell us who to invite to the funeral brunch.”
We left at eight-fifteen. I was driving Mum’s Mercedes Estate. Mum had mentioned nothing about last night. She had been friendly, but no morning hugs.
I usually got them in the kitchen, but not when I was lying in bed naked. We arrived at the boutique just as the owner, Doris, was opening the door. She hugged Mum.
“Hi, Babs, you’re here early this morning. How can I help you?”
Mum introduced me, saying I was driving her today, so rather than leave Barry stuck in the car, she’d brought me in.
I found a comfortable chair near the changing room as Doris showed Mum different outfits.
Mum told Doris the colours she was interested in. I was surprised at how quickly Mum made her choices.
A wink from me told her I liked it. Anything that showed Mum’s tits was liked.
Mum went on to the lingerie and erotic mid-thigh collarless silk kimonos. Mum chose several, but all in my colours.
We were both happy with Mum’s choices, including five pairs of four-inch heels.
We left, then went to the butcher’s and the supermarket to get food for the weekend.
We got home at ten-forty-five. As I helped Mum fill the fridge.
“Barry, your Dad’s diary for this year is on his desk, although he was still mentally alert, physically, he wasn’t good.
“I want to change into one of those nice housecoats. Would you like the pink one today?
“As I do that, can you please check Dad’s diary, every meeting, every phone call he had.
“He took notes on everything. This will give us an insight into his business dealings.”
As Mum left, I went into Dad’s office, an impressive room with a large desk and four armchairs in front of it, plus two against the wall.
Dad’s laptop was on his desk, connected to a massive monitor. The room was full of bookcases, each filled with books.
I opened the diary; the last entry was for a phone call in which he’d bought 10 million shares in a pharmaceutical company, with the note, ‘Review regularly.’
I had flicked through several pages, and the detail in Dad’s perfect handwriting was incredible.
The notes gave an incredible insight into Dad’s thinking. I knew Mum would have her list, possibly this afternoon. I heard her in the hallway.
“Mum, the diary is excellent, it gives an insight into Dad’s thinking, his attention to detail is fantastic.”
Mum came into the office. I hadn’t seen her in the kimono. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked stunning in it.
It was collarless. It sat on her neck and shoulders.
It covered half of each of her massive tits, then came together at the middle of her stomach.
Ending at her mid-thigh. She was braless, and she looked gorgeous. I’d never seen Mum wear anything like this in her life. She seemed so comfortable wearing it.
Mum smiled, “Your Dad’s attention to detail was incredible. That’s why his books were so good. Barry, come into the kitchen as I need to start breakfast, I have something important to tell you.”
I left the diary on the desk. I followed Mum into the kitchen. She was naked under her sexy kimono. Mum made two coffees. She started on breakfast.
“Barry, your Dad wanted to be cremated. There’s a reason for this.
“He wants half of his ashes to be spread on the lawn here, as he had such marvellous memories.
“Dad’s biggest seller was ‘The Man They Couldn’t Break.’
“This outstanding book has sold over ninety million copies worldwide. It was still selling today.
“He had so much respect for that man who lies in an anonymous grave in the Convent’s graveyard.
“He has arranged with Isa, who’s now the Mother Superior of the Convent, to have the other half of his ashes spread beside the anonymous grave.
“I agreed to do this, but I’d like you to come to France with me. Will you do this for me?”
I took Mum in my arms, I pulled her close, “Of course, I will, Mum, what a lovely thought Dad has made by wanting to do this.”
Mum kissed me on the cheek, pulled me closer to her, and held me longer than usual. She went back to making breakfast as I ogled her gorgeous body.
After breakfast, Mum went outside. She came back with the newspaper, and the announcement was there. It read well.
“Mum, I’m surprised the phone hasn’t rung, it’s strange we’ve had no calls?”
“Not really, Barry, the number is ex-directory. There’s only the chosen few who know the number.”
“I’ll open the safe to get the last five years’ diaries out. They will give us the names of those we need to invite.”
The safe was a big one. It was concealed behind the wood paneling in Dad’s office.
I sat in Dad’s chair, Mum sat opposite. I was surprised how quickly we got through them.
We ended up with sixteen names. The top one was Pamela Ashcroft, a respected Financial Times columnist.
She was also the owner of a financial magazine that gave investment tips. It was highly respected.
Mum got her mobile and called her, “Good afternoon, Ms Ashcroft, I hope I’m not disturbing you, my name is Babs Gibson, I’m the wife of John Gibson.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs Gibson, you’re not disturbing me at all, I’m having a lazy Saturday, how can I help you?”
“Ms. Ashcroft, John passed away yesterday. The funeral is on Monday morning at ten, followed by a brunch in the hotel beside the house.
“The brunch is by invitation only. I want to invite you. I’d also like to meet you. I can see from my husband’s diaries that he thought highly of you.”
“Mrs Gibson, I’ll be there. I’m working from home on Monday. I’ve stayed in the hotel, it’s excellent.
“I had a very early meeting with your husband, so I stayed the night so I wouldn’t be late.
“I look forward to meeting you, too.”
We ended up with sixteen people that merited an invitation, a collection of Lawyers, Accountants, tax advisors and a venture capital expert.
The thing both Mum and I noticed was how many times Dad had written ‘Ask Pam’ on his notes. Pam was his most trusted advisor.
Mum then made the calls; all but one were accepted. The one who couldn’t make it was in Germany.
There was not one phone call of condolence, which was because of the way Dad and Mum lived their lives.
It was now past five in the afternoon. It was a beautiful summer’s day, and the terrace was catching every ray of the sun.
Mum said, “I’ll phone Jim with the numbers, we’ve got everyone who matters, I’m thinking Pamela is the most important.
“Anytime Dad needed advice, he went to her. I do not know how much money Dad has. It’s a lot, he’ll have left a way for us to find out.
“There are five different banks he uses. We can look through his files. I found a sheet of paper with so many accounts and passwords, darling, let’s have a glass of wine, then sit on the terrace, then I’ll make dinner.”
Mum and I had achieved a lot today. She hadn’t mentioned last night’s kiss or feel once.
I loved watching her in that sexy kimono. During the day, she had given me fantastic views of her breasts.
I wondered about last night’s kiss and feel, was it Mum looking for a bit of emotional excitement?
Did it give her a thrill? Was that all she was looking for? As we sipped our wine.
I chanced it a little, “Mum, I’m happy that you bought those kimonos, you look so good in them, buy some more as I’ll never tire of looking at you when you wear them?”
Mum was sitting opposite me, with a small coffee table between us.
Mum smiled, “I know you like to be a naughty boy. I feel comfortable wearing this. But I’ll only wear it when we are alone in the house.”
“It lets you see my breasts without me being naked. Do you enjoy looking at my large breasts? For my age, they are still perfect?”
As Mum spread her legs wide open, showing her gorgeous slit, there was moisture on her pussy lips.
I smiled, “Mum, I love looking at you, your body is beautiful. Your pussy looks so inviting, a simple question. How would you feel if I lusted after your body? You arouse me so much?”
Mum had her wineglass in her left hand as she raised it to her lips. As she did this, her right hand spread her cunt flaps open, a vast, hooded clit popped out, and it looked gorgeous.
“Darling, let’s go to bed, touch and feel me, make me cum, but you can’t penetrate me until Dad is cremated. You make me so wet.”
I followed Mum into her bedroom. She took off her kimono suggestively. Her naked body was amazing. She took me in her arms, and we French-kissed lovingly for several minutes.
Mum said, “I see a nice bulge in your trousers, would you like me to undress you?”
I could only nod in approval as I played with Mum’s gorgeous breasts. The way Mum was acting made me wonder if I should be a little more aggressive.
I had taken my polo shirt off as Mum was working on my trousers, so I stepped out of my pants as Mum pulled my boxers down.
Mum gasped when she saw the size of my erection. “Oh my god, Barry, that’s a big one, it’s so long and thick. Your father had nothing like this. Your balls are so heavy, do you want Mummy to give you some relief?”
“Yes, Mum, I’d love that, let’s lie on top of the bed.”
I laid Mum on top of the bed, we kissed, then I took her left nipple in my mouth, I sucked on it, Mum loved that.
I slid my hand across her stomach, over her smooth vulva, to check her lubrication.
Mum was panting. All I had done was suck her nipple.
I had my middle finger on Mum’s perineum. I circled her tight asshole with it, she twitched as I brought it into the bottom of her long sex slit.
Mum gasped as I ran my finger up the length of her gorgeous sex slit, and I got to her big, hard clit. I teased it with my fingertip with the lightest of touches.