Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 19
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 19 - This is the story of Natalie, her sexual awakening, her experiences from her first time, the various men and women she goes with, and what she thinks of her experiences. The story will have over 40 chapters.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Teenagers Coercion Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Uncle Niece Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex
Jase was a trainee chef, so he worked most evenings. That was okay with me; I wasn’t fussed about going out and doing stuff. My head was pretty much full of college at the moment, and I liked to just relax in the evenings. I saw plenty of Jase during the days, and when I didn’t, I seemed to be able to distract myself with other people, like Ash or Bren.
At college I tended to work with Alex. He lived on the other side of town from me, had a scooter that he drove to college on, was mildly funny, although not as funny as he thought he was, and never seemed lost for words or ideas when we were together.
“Let’s go get coffee,” Alex said as we finished the tutorial.
“Okay.” I had nowhere specific to be. “Where?”
“There is a great coffee shop near me; have you been on a scooter before?”
“No.” And I had no desire to go on one either.
“I have a spare helmet; it’s a bit big, but it’ll be fine. All you do is sit behind me and hold on around my waist.”
“Oh.”
I want to say that it was remarkably terrifying and scary and horrendous, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t exactly fun, but, well, it got us from college across town to the ‘Old Java, a coffee shop on the edge of town. I guess their coffee was excellent, as the place seemed quite busy. I ordered an iced milky coffee with a scoop of ice cream on top. Alex ordered a cappuccino, which I found a bit boring if I am honest.
“What does your boyfriend do?” He asked me whilst we waited for our drinks, an odd choice of subject, I thought.
“He’s a chef.”
“Oh cool, does he cook you loads of fab meals?”
“Not really.”
“I would if you were my girlfriend. Anyway, do you want to drink here or come back to mine? I only live just round the corner.”
“What are the buses like? Only I live on the other side of town.”
“No worries, I’ll take you home if you like.”
“Okay.” I knew his intentions, and I was not averse to a distraction.
We grabbed the coffees, and Alex wedged them in his top box. I put the helmet back on. I didn’t know how people could get used to the restricted vision; I hated it, and I wasn’t keen when it bumped into the back of his helmet as he drove. He was right; he really did live just around the corner. He had to get off first, and then I showed more of my knickers than I would have liked as I managed to get off the back of his seat. I held the drinks as he unlocked the door and ushered me in.
“My folks are out all day; let’s sit in the lounge. We’ll be comfy enough in there.” I followed him; their lounge was oddly at the back of the house; the kitchen, it seemed, was at the front. A large TV in the corner and a music system with rows and rows of CDs. How old-fashioned, I thought.
Alex looked at what I was looking at. “Folks are prehistoric when it comes to sounds,” he laughed. He sat next to me on the settee, and I took a sip at my ice cream creamy milky ice cream. It was in danger of overflowing as the ice cream was melting fast, so my first priority was to get it back to a level of safety where the risk of spillage was reduced.
“I love the outfits you wear,” Alex said. “They are so cool. Most of the girls at college either look like they work in a mortuary or are dolled up as if they are about to go out. And then there is you, always neat, tidy, and immaculate. I love it.”
Well, that was odd. It is true we did seem to have a lot of Goths at college, but, if I am honest, I had never really taken much notice of what people wore. “Thank you; that is a really nice thing to say.” I turned and put my drink on the side table, and as I turned back, Alex kissed me. Oh. I suppose I should have expected it, but I really didn’t. I mean, he knows full well that I have a boyfriend. Is there no honour among boys? I kissed him back.
His hand found my left boob as he kissed, and he rubbed it a little, then his hand went down and then back up inside my top. Crumbs. His tongue was pushing at my purse, and I allowed it in, my tongue joining in with the dance in our mouths; his hand pushed my bra up and squeezed my nipple. I pressed his hard dick through his trousers.
He stopped kissing, leant back and pulled my top up, and, undoing my bra, he pulled it off. My boobs were on full display, something they had not been expecting to do today. He leant forward and sucked my right nipple, and as I realised what was happening, I felt his hand on my knickers. Crumbs. I undid his trousers and pulled down his zip, thankful that I did not have to fumble with buttons on them. He raised himself a little, and I managed to pull his trousers and pants down enough to release his dick. I had a sudden thought about his parents walking in on us, but his finger rubbing my nubbin distracted me from such potential interruptions.
He put his fingers on my knickers’ waistband and pulled them down, leaving me just wearing my skirt. My fanny was now open and fully accessible to him. I heard him fumbling with something and realised he was opening a condom wrapper. He pulled it free, and in a way that looked well practised, he rolled it on to his dick, rolled over onto me and penetrated me all in one move.
Whilst I am not hugely experienced in these things, I was used to a little more interaction before the act, but not Alex, it seemed, and he started shagging quite energetically, the slap as he struck my belly echoing around the room. He wasn’t as big as Jase or my dad, but he still managed to stretch my fanny, although I didn’t feel the pressures deep inside; perhaps he wasn’t as long. As I lay there being pummelled into the settee, I began to see things a little from Bren’s perspective. Here was a boy that only had one aim: get into my knickers.
It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but very one-sided and not nice enough. This guy simply provided a shag, nothing more; he was not boyfriend material. I didn’t feel a part of it; I felt very much as if I were just being used, and as I lay there, my fanny being pummelled, I wondered if Mum used to feel that way with John. Alex pushed hard into me and grunted a few times. I guessed he had filled the condom. He pulled back, and his dick slipped from me. Looking down, I could see he had indeed managed to fill the bulb. I reached over and had another drink of my milky coffee.
After Alex had dropped me at home, I didn’t invite him in; I just said I would see him at college. I had a good wash in the bathroom and slipped on some clean underwear. Probably won’t be going home with Alex again, I decided.
“Who was that, love?” Mum asked.
“Oh, Alex from college, he offered me a lift on his scooter, and I said yes. I hadn’t been on a scooter before, and I don’t think I will be in a rush to go on one again. I hate the view from inside the helmet.”
“No, I was never a one for boys with motorbikes when I was your age. So, just a lift then, love?”
“Yes, Mum, just a lift, nothing more.” Well, mums don’t need to know everything. “Still sore, Mum?”
“Not so much love; I got some witch hazel from Boots, and I think that helps. Obviously I only risk external applications.”
“Yes, Mum, obviously, no idea what you could use for internal; the only thing I could even think of is Vaseline, but I know they say you can use that with tampons, but I have never put anything like that inside.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Anyway, I wasn’t thinking of that inside; I was thinking more along the outside inside.”
“Oh, right, crikey, you’re sore there? Wow. Dad must get very enthusiastic to make that area sore.”
Mum went quite red and turned away, again a conversation that had gone further than she expected. Oh well, when you consider that my dad had shagged me, embarrassment was no longer really an option for me.
Mum seemed to regain her composure. “That boy is not really in the field then, love?”
“Alex? God, no, Mum, he is absolutely not boyfriend material; he is more a notches-on-the-bedpost type, and I have zero interest in being a quick shag for a randy teenager.”
“Natalie!” Mum almost shrieked, “language. No need to talk like that, young lady, although I like your sentiment.”
“Well, Mum, it’s true. And my friends feel the same; Ash and Bren both want whatever relationship they have to be meaningful rather than lustful.”
“I should think so too.” Obviously letting Mum know that Alex had simply been a lustful distraction was the last thing I wanted. I did think that Alex would be more than a quick, unmemorable shag; that is why I agreed to go back to his place. I knew what he hoped for; I just expected that he would have given me more consideration. Lesson learned. He was most certainly not the type of boy that Bren should have for her first encounter; he seemed to have no interest in ensuring that his partner enjoyed it too.
As I lay in bed later, I could hear mum and dad downstairs. The TV was on and was covering up most noises, but I definitely heard kissing and rustling. I wondered if mum had taken matters in hand or had just succumbed to the usual. After listening for a while, I dozed off, so I had no idea if there were any sex noises. But there certainly were this morning. Another dot on the calendar.
Jase texted me checking if I was free this morning; I said yes and that he could come over if he wanted. I went and showered, put a robe on and went downstairs just as Dad was leaving. “See you later, love,” he said on his way out.
“Morning, Mum,” I said as I went in the kitchen.
“Morning, sweetheart,” she replied. I noticed that she didn’t mention disturbing me, and I guessed that was a subject she wanted to avoid. “I am going up for a shower, love, and then I am off out.”
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