What She Told Me
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 12: Scott’s Curiosity
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: Scott’s Curiosity - My wife told me the most incredible story of hot incest I could imagine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex
I woke slowly, still half-dreaming, the sheets tangled around my legs. I opened my eyes to the warm, familiar sensation of fingers wrapped around my cock. My shaft was already half-hard, thickening under the slow, curious strokes. Ann usually woke me this way, but something felt different this morning.
When my vision cleared, I saw it was Scott’s hand gripping me. His swimmer’s body was naked beside the bed, short brown hair still mussed from sleep, his thin 7.5-inch cock already stiff and bobbing between his legs. Ann and Lily sat on the edge of the mattress watching, both of them bare, Ann’s thick brown bush dark against her pale skin, Lily’s shaved puffy pussy glistening.
“Scott—what the hell?” I jerked back, trying to pull my hips away. My voice came out rough. “Stop that.”
Ann placed a gentle hand on my chest. “Easy, Mark. He’s just curious.”
Lily smiled, her ponytail swinging as she leaned closer. “It’s cool that he likes it as much as I do, Dad.”
I tried to sit up, but Ann placed a hand on my chest. “He woke up early and asked if he could see it again. We told him he could explore if you were okay with it. You’re okay with it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I shook my head, still trying to sit up. “This isn’t right. He’s my son.”
Ann’s fingers stroked my thigh. “He’s twenty-one, he’s an adult, and he wants to understand why yours feels so different from his. We’re all safe here. Let him explore a little.”
Scott’s hand never left my cock. He kept stroking, eyes locked on the thick eight inches swelling in his fist. His cheeks were flushed, but he didn’t look away.
“Talk to us, sweetheart,” Ann said softly. “Why are you touching your father’s cock?”
Scott swallowed. His hand slid from base to tip, measuring the length, feeling the weight. “It’s ... bigger than mine. A lot thicker. I keep wondering what it would feel like to hold something this size.” His voice was low, almost embarrassed, but his fingers never paused.
Scott’s breathing had gone shallow. His thin seven-and-a-half-inch cock stood rigid against his stomach, the head shiny. He kept staring at my thicker shaft, lips parted.
Lily reached over and brushed her brother’s shoulder. “Tell him how it feels, Scott.”
“It feels heavy,” Scott whispered, squeezing the base. “Thick. Warm. I can’t stop thinking about it since last night.”
Ann smiled at me. “See? He’s just admiring you. Let him.”
I still felt uneasy, but their calm voices and the steady rhythm of Scott’s hand were wearing me down. My cock throbbed despite myself.
“Keep going,” Lily encouraged. “Tell Dad what you really like about it.”
Scott’s voice was quiet but steady now. “I like how it fills my hand. I like the way the head gets shiny when I stroke it. I like that it’s so much thicker than mine.”
I felt my resistance cracking. Scott’s hand was warm and steady, and the sight of my son so focused on my cock sent a confusing pulse through me. “You really want to keep doing that?” I asked.
Scott nodded without looking up. “Yeah. It’s so different. I like how heavy it is. How it pulses when I squeeze.”
Lily reached over and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “You can say it, Scotty. You like Dad’s cock.”
Scott’s cheeks flushed darker, but his strokes grew firmer. “I do. I really like it. It’s so much bigger than mine. I keep thinking about how it would feel in my hand ... or my mouth.” The last words came out in a rush, as if he hadn’t meant to say them.
Ann’s eyes lit up. “That’s honest, baby. Good boy.”
My cock throbbed visibly in Scott’s grip. Pre-cum welled at the tip and he smeared it down the shaft, making everything slick. The wet sound of his hand moving filled the quiet room.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, voice tight. “Scott, you should stop.”
Ann leaned in. “Put the head in your mouth, sweetheart. Taste it.”
Before I could object, Scott leaned down and closed his lips around the swollen head. His tongue flicked once, uncertain, then he sucked gently. The sudden wet heat pushed me over. I groaned and came hard, thick ropes pulsing across his tongue. Scott swallowed most of it, throat working, but some spilled from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Ann was there instantly, kissing him deeply, tongue sliding in to share the warm load. When she pulled back, she scooped the stray cum from his chin with two fingers and fed it to him. Scott opened obediently, sucking her fingers clean.
Lily watched with bright eyes. “That was hot.”
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