Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 27
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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 Cousins Uncle Niece Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex
Ash texted me early, asking if I was in and if I was free, and yes, I was in, and yes, I was free I texted back. Her mum dropped her off about thirty minutes later. Dad was doing some paperwork at the kitchen table; Mum was doing the early morning dishes. Ash said a quick hello, and we went up to my room and flopped on the bed behind a closed bedroom door.
“Haven’t seen you for ages,” Ash said. “What’s new?”
“Well, nothing really.” Obviously I can’t talk about ninety per cent of what is going on in my life. Sex with Dad, No. Sex with Mum, No. Jase and his Mum, No. Me and Sandra and Pete, No. best not. Me and Bren and Jase, No. Me and Tom and Tim, No. Me and Alex, No.
“Oh god, your life is as boring as mine. When will your folks go out so we can, you know, get personal? When will they go out so I can lick your fanny till you scream?”
“Not sure. Soon I hope.”
A little girl on girl is just what I need right now. Yes, I know that there is little difference between a girl and a woman, but still, it is girl action I wanted. I wondered if Ash got affected by Mum’s hormones when she visited us. “What’s happening with you, Ash? Have you managed to get out and see any boys, or even girls?”
“Nope. Dad is being super strict at the moment. I could only come here if Mum bought me to your door.”
“Well, I guess that is better than having parents that don’t care at all about you.”
“I guess. Sometimes I wish I could get that.”
“I think you would hate it if you did. We can always work something out; my parents go out a lot, so the house is often empty. I’m sure we could do something.” I wasn’t planning on lending her Jase the way I had with Bren, but she could meet someone here as far as I was concerned, especially if I wasn’t going to be involved. I have enough going on without extras.
We lay on the bed, simply kissing, our clothing intact. Whenever anyone came upstairs, we moved apart in case anyone came in, but they didn’t. Eventually the last farewell was shouted, the front door shut, and we were alone in the house. I scooted downstairs and dropped the latch; anyone coming in would have to use a key, and when I got back to my room, Ash was lying naked in the centre of my bed.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, “and you are overdressed.”
And I was.
I looked at her boobs, nipples sticking up, inviting. Her legs apart, I looked at her fanny, inviting. I pulled my top off; I had worn no bra as Ash was coming over. I undid the button and zip on my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I had worn no knickers as Ash was coming over.
“Better,” Ash said, and I joined her on the bed. We kissed again, our naked bodies touching, my boobs fleeting against hers, our fannies brushing, our lips seeking each other as we pressed against each other. I felt the heat from her groin.
Ash began to move down my body; I felt her tongue as it licked my nipples and her lips as she sucked them, her fingers exploring between the petals of my fanny, pushing at the skin hiding my nubbin. She went further down, her teeth chewed at my nubbin, and her fingers explored my depths, scissoring inside me, sawing in and out, filling, and releasing. Then nothing; she wasn’t touching me or inside me, nothing.
I could not reach her; she was between my legs, at my sex. All I could do was close my eyes, take what I felt and imagine. She pulled away from me, and then her tongue ran along my left thigh, along the edge of my sex, and then down my right thigh and dipped into my entrance. Oh my. Her tongue ran up along the pursed lips of my valley and pressed at the top of my sex, sliding down, forcing my lips apart and pressing at my nubbin.
I parted my legs as much as I could, opening my sex, revealing my fanny, hoping it would entice her. I felt a very gentle touch along my valley floor, rough but gentle, her tongue? With no warning I was penetrated, two fingers, I thought, pushed inside me without pause, a hand pressing my lips apart, crushing my nubbin. The sensations were intense, and I could no longer control myself, and an orgasm erupted through me; my breath stuck in my throat, my back arched high off the bed, and my nipples were hard and electrified. I held, arched, not breathing, electric flowing from my crotch.
She removed her hand and fingers, and I collapsed onto the bed, my breath gasping, my sex soaking, my voice incapable.
“Good?” She asked; all I could do was nod.
“Perhaps you won’t leave us so long next time?” She asked; all I could do was nod again.
After tea I had gone up to my room to do some prep for college. I was lying on my front on my bed, my legs just cycling in the air as I went through my notes. I heard my door move; I hadn’t clicked it shut.
“Shush,” Dad whispered, and I felt his hand move my knickers, and he rubbed my sex.
“Dad! Mum’s downstairs.” This was too much like the false scene I had described to Jase.
“I need you.”
“No, you don’t, not with Mum downstairs,” I rolled over, forcing Dad’s hand away.
As I rolled onto my back, he grabbed at my knickers and pulled them down. “Dad, no, oh, oh.” He was rubbing my nubbin, and my resistance evaporated, and I didn’t care what Mum was doing. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted; I didn’t care if Mum saw, heard or even guessed. I heard the sound of his trouser zip, I felt Dad on me, and then his dick pushed inside me. He didn’t pause; he just pushed in and kept going until he filled me, the metal of his zip digging into my thigh.
“Oh, shit, Dad,” I whispered as he moved, his dick deep in and then almost out, his clothes rubbing against me, distracting, my fanny pulsing, my nubbin throbbing, Dad just shagging, harder, faster, deeper, and then I felt his spurts deep within me.
“Oh,” I gasped. I felt empty as my dad’s dick withdrew, slipping out of my flooded fanny. I heard Dad blow me a kiss, and then he was gone. Why? Why had he risked everything? Why had he just done it without a by your leave from me? What had come over him? Why had I let him? Why had I enjoyed it so much?
After breakfast I had hurriedly blown Mum a kiss, grabbed my bag and gone for the bus. College was all morning, and I needed to concentrate; it was a subject I wasn’t fully together with. I didn’t want any distractions from Mum; luckily Dad had already left, so there was nothing to worry about there.
When I got home Mum was just folding some laundry in the kitchen. “Hello, love,” she said, “do you want any lunch?”
“No thanks, Mum. I grabbed a wrap at college and ate it on the bus. I am good until tea. Just, wow, college was hard this morning.”
“Oh dear. Perhaps I could help you unwind?”
Crumbs – that was unexpected. Did she mean what I thought she meant? “Okay, Mum, yes, let me go and grab a shower; the study room was quite warm, and so I am a bit sticky.”
I headed off up to my room. Dropped my bag on my bedroom floor and took my clothes off. Knickers and bra in the wash pile; they couldn’t be put back on, top and skirt to the side for later.
As I stood under the warm water of the shower, I felt my mound and surroundings. There was no need for a shave; all was still smooth. I ensured I was clean everywhere, inside and out, and rinsed thoroughly to make sure I got rid of any soaps and suds. I got out of the shower and gently patted myself dry, making sure I was dry between my buttocks and my sex. Satisfied that I was dry everywhere, I hung the towel back on the towel rail and went to my room. As I left the bathroom, Mum called out from her bedroom, “In here, love.”
Mum was naked and lying on her bed. I have said it before, I know, but my Mum does look really good naked. Her nipples are not too big and only a little darker than the rest of her skin; they always look inviting. I went across and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Mum.
“Lie down next to me, sweetheart; it is my turn to pleasure you today.”
I lay on the bed next to Mum and closed my eyes; I wanted to focus on what she did. I felt a little brush of her lips across my mouth; my tongue automatically rose to meet them, but she had moved on. Then a small suck at my left nipple, and she was gone. I felt a finger trace along the crease of my sex, and I automatically parted my legs.
A waft of warmth as she blew along my valley, no longer dry, now wet and wanting. A press of her tongue on my nubbin and then the grip of her teeth and a finger lightly circled my entrance. Her lips pressed down on my valley, kissing and licking, and slowly her finger entered me, pressing as deep as it could, my inside welcoming her intrusion.
Mum gently chewed at my nubbin, then pulled back; another finger pushed at the skin that hid my nubbin, and her tongue worked along my valley as the finger inside me moved out and back in. Oh, Mum was hesitant; perhaps she was not sure, perhaps she had not done this for a long time, perhaps she had never done it, but what she was doing was working. As much as I felt uncomfortable about shagging with my mum, my body told my brain to shut up, lie back and enjoy.
Mum pulled her finger out and then slowly inserted it again; only this time, there were two fingers, stretching me a little more, moving past my little patch of wrinkle inside, pressing up and then pressing down, opening my inside as much as she could. Mmm, it felt good. Another finger pressed my nubbin, hard and then gossamer light, hardly touching and then almost pushing it inside me to reach her other fingers. Her thumb was pressed against the crinkle of my taint. I hope she didn’t go there; it distracted.
Her palm pressed against my valley, squashing my petals open as her fingers moved and danced inside me. I felt her palm raise, and the fingers inside me rotated; thankfully, her thumb moved too, and then her tongue lightly stroked along my valley floor, dabbing at my nubbin and then back to my entrance, sucking my juices off her fingers as they sawed in and out, shagging me like a dick.
As I lay back, my eyes closed, the tickles started, the little bolts of electricity running from my groin to my nipples, dancing around my navel as they went, and my breath held. I tensed up; my moment was coming, my back stiffened, and I gasped.
“Yes, love,” Mum whispered, “cum for me, show me, let me taste your finish.” I erupted, I know I squirted, my back arched, I tensed, I held, and my orgasm released, and I was done, collapsing back onto Mum’s bed, my moment completed at the control of my Mum.
“Crumbs” was all I could manage; words had escaped me. It wasn’t the most powerful, it wasn’t the best, but heck, it was good.
“I saw you last night,” Mum said, “with Dad.”
Oh shit. I never wanted that. I said nothing.
“I just wish I could have seen more; he was clothed, and all I could see was the movement. Such a shame. Oh well.”
“Crumbs, Mum, sorry, Dad just kind of grabbed the moment and did it; I was studying, and well, you know.”
“Don’t apologise sweetheart, it is fine. But it did make me want to go with you and give you what you gave me. I wanted so much to taste you after your dad made love to you, but I couldn’t, I had the hob on, and I had to rush back to the kitchen.”
“Oh.” Very domesticated, my mum.
“Yes, and I am sad that you had to go to college this morning. I have lain on my bed thinking of you all morning, imagining you, your feel, your taste, imagining Dad as he made love to you, trying very hard not to pleasure myself as I waited for you.”
“You have made up for it now, Mum. Was that your first time? With another girl I mean, I mean, didn’t you back when you were my age?”
“No, I never did; that was my first time. I tried to do the things I liked you doing, the things I like your dad doing. Perhaps next time we can do it to each other at the same time? And perhaps next time I catch you and your dad making love, I can see more? I want to see his penis going into your vagina, I want to see him doing it, his testicles dangling and bouncing as he moves in you.”
“Crumbs, Mum.” I had an idea. I would have to talk to Dad about it, though. “I am not at college tomorrow, Mum. I am seeing Jason later on in the day, so perhaps you and I could, you know, each other tomorrow?”
“Yes, sweetheart, perhaps we can.”
Dad left, and it was just me and Mum in the kitchen. “Let’s go up, Mum. I want a little you and me; I’ll just hit the shower. I know you went earlier after you got up.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? Only your dad and I made love earlier; I might not be as clean as I should be.”
“Oh, Mum, don’t be silly; you’ve showered, and yes, I know you made love. I heard you earlier; it sounded good, and I want to taste you.”
“Oh, my goodness, you heard us. Okay, I will be up in a few minutes, my bedroom, okay?”
“Perfect, Mum, you go up and lie on the bed, your feet at the pillow end, and after my shower, I shall come in and we can enjoy each other.”