Dad Dies
Copyright© 2026 by jack1107
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts Clergy
Mum had no problem with using the office and the bedroom. She was also happy that she was coming to France. On Tuesday afternoon, the funeral director phoned Mum to say the two urns were available.
Mum asked me to drive her in the Bentley, as Dad would have loved that. We hadn’t booked a ferry yet because we didn’t know when we’d get the urns. Mum was happy that we now had them.
In Dad’s office, there was a table and chair beside the window. The view was incredible. Mum said he did all his thinking there. Mum put one urn on the table.
She said, “We’ll scatter the ashes when we get back from France.”
I booked a ferry for eight-thirty on Wednesday morning. We would arrive at the Convent around twelve.
Isa had messaged Mum. The ceremony would be on Friday at eleven in the morning, and the President of France would be there.
Isa told Mum today that camera crews were setting up their equipment. There had also been a hole made to take the urn.
Things were moving, so Mum and I went to bed after dinner. Mum was so well-prepared. She had our clothes packed, and our passports were together.
We made love so beautifully that night. I had the feeling Mum would be happy when all this was over.
We both woke before six. We made love, then showered. Mum made breakfast, then we left.
We made good time arriving in Dover. They put us on an earlier ferry. Mum and I sat in a lounge, we had a coffee, Mum looked gorgeous, she was dressed casually.
She looked so good. My phone beeped, and I had a message from Pam. It read.
“Good morning, Barry. I wish you and Babs a safe journey. The FT is going to run a feature on John’s urn being entombed in France.
“This is going to get a lot of coverage. Reuters and all the UK television companies are onto it.
“I’ll be with you tomorrow. If all goes well, I’ll see you at the airport around three in the afternoon.”
“I have attached a couple of pictures of Liz. I’m now her Asset Manager.
“I’m sure you’ll like the pictures, in one, I unbuttoned her blouse, she pushed her big, big, Big tits out, you’ll like her.
“She’s so affectionate in bed, see you tomorrow, love, Pam xx.”
It impressed me with Liz’s body. Her breasts were a work of art. I showed Mum.
Mum studied the pictures, “I’d love to get up close with that big baby, her tits look so juicy.”
We got off the ferry no problem, Mum got a message from Isa, “Babs, this place is bedlam at the moment, I am in my habit.
“I also have some exciting lingerie, but that’ll have to wait.
“The mayor has just told me there’s not a hotel room in the area that’s not taken.
“It’s maybe better if you and Barry have some lunch before you get here, as I won’t be able to feed you at the moment.”
“There are so many French, German and British television companies that want an interview with you.
“I’ve told them you and your son will be here on Wednesday. This is getting a lot of publicity. Please come this afternoon, love, Isa.”
Mum read it out to me.
I said, “Mum, call Pam and tell her what’s happening. Also, also get on to the publishers as there will be many people wanting to buy ‘The Man They Couldn’t Break’ when this goes Global.”
Mum phoned Pam first. Pam told her she’d check the flights. If she could get a flight today, she’d take it.
Mum then got in touch with the publishers. It was the director who handled Dad’s material.
He told her that this could be difficult as Dad’s books were printed in over seventy languages.
He thanked Mum for letting him know.
Mum came off the phone, “You’re a great secretary, Mum. I think this could be good for all of us. Your next task is to find a nice place for lunch.”
Mum smiled, “I know of a couple of excellent restaurants close to the Convent. I’m sure I’ll find you somewhere nice.”
Mum asked me how long before we’d get there, we’d be arriving around twelve.
Mum phoned, we had a table for two at twelve.
Mum leaned over, she stroked my thigh, “I need you again, Barry, what are we going to do?”
I smiled, “Do you want a quickie? I’ll pull off the motorway and find somewhere quiet?”
As I asked this, Mum had my stiff cock out, and she went down on me.
I found a secluded wooded area close to the next pay point.
Mum reclined her seat. Her leggings were at her ankles. I took her in the missionary position. Twelve minutes later, we were back on the motorway.
As we arrived at the restaurant just after twelve, Pam phoned, and Mum put it on speaker.
“I’ll arrive at three-ten your time, thank goodness I did my packing last night.
“Liz is driving me to the airport. I’ve told my editor at the FT that he’ll be contacting many of his contacts.
“He feels sure that this will be a big story. I think we could be on a roll with this.”
Mum replied, “Pam, great news, Barry and I are having lunch, we’ll be at the airport at three. I’m so happy you’ll be with us early.
“Pam, I’m so happy you’re coming. The following two days will be busy for all three of us.
“Barry’s French is good, I brought him up bilingual, how’s your French?”
“Babs, it’s no good, I’m better with figures.”
Mum laughed, “I’ll stay close to you, we’ll try to get your message across, see you at three.”
Mum then phoned Isa, telling her that, along with herself and me, we would have John’s Asset Manager with us.
She was very close to John. She has handled his assets for the last six years.
“That’s another person who’ll be interviewed. The three of you will be busy.”
We got Pam. She only had a cabin bag, and she looked stunning. I then drove straight to the Convent.
Police guarded the Convent gates. Mum spoke with them.
The Bentley joined the Convent’s Renault as the only two cars in the car park.
Press then surrounded us as we got out of the Bentley. Mum took control, telling them who we were, and that we would be prepared to be interviewed later.
Isa was standing beside the Bentley. She gave Mum and me a hug, the weight of her massive milkers felt so good against my chest.
She then shook Pam’s hand and led us into the Convent. She offered us food. We were all okay.
She explained what was happening. The mayor had a hole dug to receive the urn during the service, which the archbishop will conduct.
There’s also a decorative tombstone with an engraving.
“Here lie the remains of the body of the Brave Frenchman who survived the intense interrogation of the Gestapo.
“Who was liberated by members of the French Resistance but sadly died of injuries from his brutal interrogation.
“He is joined with the ashes of John Gibson. Author of the Book, “The Man They Couldn’t Break.
‘May they rest in peace.’
Isa then took us into the graveyard. There were cameras everywhere. There was a fantastic number of press there.
Isa showed us the tombstone, which was impressive. We stood there with our own private thoughts, then followed Isa back to the Convent.
“I’ve set up a room for press conferences where the press may interview you. The press got excited when I told them you were arriving today. Are you prepared to do some interviews today?”
For the next ninety minutes, Mum, Pam and I sat behind a table, being asked questions by over twenty-five journalists.
Mum and Pam were getting most of the questions. They were both skilful in their replies.
Mum spoke of how she met Dad and how they fell in love.
Pam was first-class. She was asked about her qualifications in asset management.
She replied, “I have no qualifications in Asset Management, I’m an Actuary.
“I’m more highly qualified than any asset manager you’ll meet. I’m trained to analyse risk management and risk assessment.
“It was through an article I wrote for the FT when I was a student.
“John Gibson read it and contacted me. We had three meetings. I became his asset manager.
“His lowest return in any year since I started doing this was thirty-three percent. He had never had a return like that in his life.”
One journalist, a financial writer, asked, “How did you manage that? The average today from the big asset management companies is between twelve and fourteen per cent?”
Pam confidently replied, “I’m aware of this. They love the big commissions they earn for their companies. I love the big commissions for my clients.”
There was a gasp from the journalists, then one said, “We are here now, primarily for the ceremony on Friday. Would you be available tomorrow for an interview regarding asset management?”
“I’ll be here. I’m happy to answer questions asked on Asset Management as an Actuary.
“I can assure you I know more about the World’s financial markets than any asset manager.”
I was impressed, so were the press that were there. At least eight journalists were asking Pam questions.
Isa interrupted them by saying, “This lady has been travelling all day, she’ll be happy to speak with you tomorrow.”
Business cards had amazingly appeared in Pam’s hand. She was handing them out everywhere.
Isa led us out of the room as Isa spoke with the journalists.
Mum led us into the Convent lounge. Isa joined us a minute later. She then offered Pam her hand and said.
“Hi Pam, I’m pleased to meet you. You were in control there. I’ve never seen so many excited journalists. You’ll be a busy girl tomorrow. let’s have some Champagne.”
We all said yes, Mum said, “Pam, you were incredible. Is there such a big difference in the commission rates?”
“Yes, Babs, after the first year with John, he told me they had been fucking him for years.
“That’s why he set me up in my office and publishing company. He knew I could do a better job than they could.
“That’s the ace I hold. I charge a nominal fee for running the account.
“If the return is fifteen percent or lower, I take no commission, and that’s never happened.
“After twenty percent is where I make the money, after twenty percent, we split the percentage.
“Say it’s thirty percent. I get five percent, the client receives five percent.
“I get my money from the profits I make for them. It works for all of us.”
“Pam, you’ve got to get this message across. If people knew your terms and conditions, they’d be flocking to you.
“What you said today, a lot of the journalists present looked interested.
“When will we eat, Isa? When does all this press go away?”
“Babs, last night it was at six, the gates were closed, three police officers stayed until another three came at eleven.
“I’ve locked the Convent door so that no one can get in.
“Tomorrow, the President’s security team will be here to arrange the things they need to arrange. It’ll all be over on Friday.”
“Pam, you’re the star of today, let’s get the news on the television, as I’m sure you’ll be on it.
“All the journalists are desperate to talk with you. You’ve stirred a hornet’s nest.
“Look, you’re on television.”
We all looked at Pam as she sat at the table. She seemed so confident. She was in control.
“Her words were being translated into French.
“Then there was talk between the presenter of the news and a financial journalist.
“Who said he’d asked three Asset Management companies about their commission rates?
“None had responded or will speak on television.
I had a British news channel on my phone, and it was the same.
I tried CNN, and I knew then that Pam’s story was going global, as was the story of “The Man They Couldn’t Break”.
It was still two days before the funeral ceremony.
Pam said, “I never expected a response like this. It’s so much better than I could have imagined.
“Depending on the quality of the journalists, I can answer questions put to me.
“The asset management companies are going to find it difficult to respond, that I’m sure of, today has been a great day.”
We were on our third bottle of Champagne. Isa had taken the Convent phone off the hook as it had been ringing incessantly.
The curtains were drawn in the lounge. Mum was helping Isa in the kitchen to prepare the Coq as Vin. We would have dinner.
Pam and I sat in the lounge, chatting. I knew I wanted Pam tonight.
Mum came into the lounge.
“This is turning out to be a great day, Pam. You were so good on the night of the funeral, as I wanted Barry so much.”
“Tonight, he’s yours, as I’ll sleep with Isa. Isa wants to retire after we eat, so let’s eat.”
The Coq au Vin was excellent.
Isa said, “I have never seen this place so busy. Tomorrow and Friday will be busier.
“Pam, you’re a competent woman. I have been asked when you’ll speak tomorrow.
“I told them I would tell them in the morning, as I’m sure that you’ll want to pick the time you speak to get the maximum news coverage.”
Pam smiled, “Isa, thank you for the compliment. France is an hour ahead of the UK.
“After dinner, I’ll contact my staff to get them to monitor all the news outlets tonight and the newspapers tomorrow morning.
“Analysing this will take time. I’ll be able to give you a time tomorrow morning at eleven.
“My gut feeling at the moment is it’ll be four tomorrow afternoon. So, we can feature prominently in tomorrow night’s news.”
I knew then that Pam was in control. We finished the meal, and Isa told Pam and me where our bedroom was.
There was only one bathroom, so we had to share it. Isa told us she would shower around six, and breakfast would be at seven.
Pam and I waited as Mum and Isa cleared up after dinner, then Mum and Pam tongue-kissed as they said goodnight.
I tongue-kissed Isa as we said goodnight. Her tongue was deep in my mouth.
I felt the weight of her massive breasts. Isa was pushing her snatch against my leg with a seductive circular motion.
I did the same with Mum as Pam tongue-kissed Isa.
Pam and I went upstairs, used the bathroom, and then went to our bedroom.
Pam had messages from Liz and several members of her staff.
“Barry, get into bed. I’ll be with you soon. I can’t believe how good today has been. I need to prepare for tomorrow.”
She kissed me so lovingly, then emailed all her staff and Liz. Asking them to check all the newspaper and television reports on what she’d said today.
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