Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 22
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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
Tea was another takeaway, an Indian, quite spicy, and I hoped that my insides would cope with it; I didn’t want jalfrezi bottom, that was for sure. Mum was pottering in the kitchen; Dad had sat next to me on the settee.
“Wish we were alone,” he whispered.
“Well, we aren’t; you will have to save your attentions for Mum later. “ I was actually a little bit sore still from the twins, so I wasn’t feeling particularly sexy even though Dad and I had been interrupted a few minutes before when Mum came home, and Dad had his fingers inside my fanny at the time.
Dad took my hand and placed it on his trousers. His dick was really quite hard. I rubbed my hand up and down, and Dad groaned. “God, I wish your hand were inside,” Dad said as he gasped.
“No, Mum might come in. I tell you what, I’ll go upstairs and you can go into the kitchen, shut the door and slip Mum a bit.”
“Oh God, faster, sweetheart.” Dad was really getting it on. I heard the kitchen door open and quickly moved my hand and leant away from Dad.
“Alright in here?” Mum asked as she came in.
“Yes, Mum, I was just about to go upstairs and do some more studying.” I got up and checked around to make sure I had all my stuff and said, “See you later,” as I left, closing the door behind me.
I went up and left my door wide open as I lay on my bed. I know I had rubbed my dad, but my heart hadn’t really been in it. I don’t even know why I had started, why I hadn’t just moved my hand away when Dad had put it on his dick.
“Oh Pat,” I heard from downstairs, “later, no, later.”
From the muffled sounds, I guessed that later hadn’t been an acceptable option. I briefly thought about going back down pretending I had lost a book and ‘catching’ them at it, but that would have been unkind. I was trying to work out what was happening. Was Dad shagging Mum, or was she giving him a hand job or using her mouth? In my imagination I decided that she knelt before him and undid his zip, and as he lifted his bottom a little, she pulled his trousers and pants down, giving her access to his dick.
She pulled her dress up and moved her knickers to one side and lowered herself onto his dick, raising, lowering, and shagging him as he sat on the settee. I imagined her knickers chafing at the side of his dick, giving him extra stimulation as he filled her fanny. The movements went faster and harder, Mum pushing herself down on Dad, taking him deeper and deeper inside herself, feeling his dick as it slid inside her. I wondered what that would feel like, and then she gasped as she felt him spurt, thrust after thrust as he finished inside her, filling her with his juices, draining his balls, raising herself off him, letting her knickers go back to catch his dripping seed as Dad pulled his trousers back up.
Another dot on the calendar, I suppose. But then again, she may have just used her hand and stroked him into a tissue. Who knew?
“You know I have only been with you,” Jase said on FaceTime during his break.
“And me with you.” I wondered if he could lie just as easily as I could.
“I am not sure about your friend. I don’t know if she will feel different.”
“Only one way to find out.”
“S’pose, any way, gotta go, break over.”
“Laters.”
“Laters.”
Was a fanny a fanny the way a dick was pretty much a dick? I didn’t know. More of interest was how it was used and the buildup, the touching, the kissing. If you were like Alex and just shoved it in, then, yes, I guess they were all just alike. Jase, it seemed, was a little worried about possibly introducing his dick to Bren’s fanny. What’s to worry about? I didn’t get it. Mum and Dad were still downstairs when I dozed off. I must have left my door open because some while later I was disturbed and heard them shagging. Crikey, they really were at it these days. I went back to sleep with mental images of my dad’s dick and Bren’s fanny. Surreal.
Ash came round; I hadn’t seen her for about a week.
“I have missed seeing you,” she said as I opened the door for her.
“I know, me too. I have been crazy busy with college.”
“How is Jase?”
“Good. We did a mad thing, I must tell you, come on up.” We went up to my room. Mum and Dad were both out, but I shut the bedroom door anyway.
“What mad thing?” She asked as she flopped back on my bed.”
“Well,” I said as I lay next to her. “You know when it was raining like mad the other day?”
“Yes. I was stuck indoors with awful cramps.”
“Well, I met Jase by the woods, and we went in along the path and found a really nice quiet spot.”
“Well, I don’t suppose anyone else was around in the rain.”
“Maybe not. Anyway, we stripped off, completely in the rain. Starkers.”
“What? Why on earth would you do that?”
“I lay down on the wet grass, it really tickled my fanny.”
Ash moved her hand up my skirt and ran her fingers gently over my knickers.
“Tickled like this?” she asked.
‘Mm,” I answered, “Don’t stop.” I felt her fingers running down each side of my crease, wishing I hadn’t worn knickers but that I had been naked, and Ash’s fingers could easily slip in and slide down my valley. Instead, they were outside, moving up and down my cotton knickers.
“Why would I stop?” Ash asked, and she turned, put her hands into my knickers’ waistband and pulled them down, one leg free with the knickers draped around my other ankle. She stopped and kissed along my crease. Oh my God.
I lay back, eyes screwed tight as her tongue pushed my lips apart and delved in; my lips, wet with anticipation, gave no resistance, her tongue pressing my valley floor, a finger dabbing lightly at my nubbin. “Oh shit,” I whispered as the electricity started and my nipples hardened, and my fanny hole fluttered in anticipation. “Oh shity shit” as Ash ran her tongue around the edge of my opening, my nerves super sensitised and I gasped, awaiting her next move.
“Did it feel as good as this, Nat? Was that wet grass as good as my hot wet tongue?”
“Oh shit no, Jesus Ash, don’t fucking stop.”
“Why would I do that?” She asked, and I felt fingers enter me, and my fanny stretched apart, and her tongue licked my very edge as her nose nudged my nubbin into overdrive. My breasts seemed to harden, my nipples felt like missiles about to launch, the skin between my fanny and my bottom twinged, and my whistle blew. I think my head nearly touched my ankles as my back arched and my breath got stuck inside. The electricity danced around my body, and my breath exploded, and I know I screamed as my orgasm erupted throughout my body.
“Shit” was all I managed. My orgasms seemed to be getting more and more powerful, almost to the point of pain. Nice pain, but still pain. I lay there, my skirt about my waist, my knickers around my ankle, my fanny throbbing and my head buzzing.
“Wow,” Ash said, “you soaked me.”
I didn’t know that I did that. Ash buried her head between my legs and licked me from top to bottom, sucking as she went; it felt like she was sucking me dry, my nerves warmed up, and I felt myself coming to the boil again. “Oh God, Ash,” I gasped as a second orgasm rolled through me and I was left drained and as useless as a rag doll.
“Bloody hell, Nat, you’re sensitive today, was that two?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “you got me twice.”
Ash sat up and then lay beside me, holding my left hand in hers. “I think you have missed me as much as I have missed you,” Ash said.
“Give me a few minutes and I will return the favour,” I said to Ash as I lay recovering my breath as well as my composure.
“So what was so mad about the woods in the rain then?” she asked.
“After I stripped and lay on the wet grass, the longer blades tickling between my legs, Jase stripped and lay beside me. It was really quite nice and very different, lying there totally nude in the woods, knowing that we could be caught at any moment, and then Jase turned and started touching me.”
“Oh yes? Just touching you? Where? On your arm?”
‘Very funny, no, he started rubbing between my legs, and I reached over and held his dick and started to slowly move him, and then he rolled over and pushed it inside me, and we shagged in the rain, like wild animals. God, it was hot.”
“Oh my God, you animal, Nat.”
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