Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 30
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Dad was in the kitchen when I got home. I had caught the bus back from Molly’s; even though it was only a few stops, it was still quite a walk.
“Hello, sweetheart, how was college?”
“Hi Dad, it was okay; I stayed and had a latte with Molly in the cafe before I came home. Mum about?”
“No, she is over at Auntie Pegs; she just said that she would be home in time for tea, and that was it, so I don’t expect her anytime soon.”
“Okay, fine.” I grabbed a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table. Dad was just doing something; I had no clue what, with some paperwork, so I just sat and sipped at my water.
Dad closed his paperwork and looked at me. “Did you like doing it with your Mum? You know, the other day.”
“I liked it when your dick entered me.”
“That wasn’t what I asked you, sweetheart.”
“I know, Dad. Yes and no.”
“You are being evasive, sweetheart.”
“No, Dad, really I am not. I would love it if you did that to me before we shagged, but it felt wrong being with Mum. Yes, it was pleasurable, but no, I wouldn’t want to do it again, not with Mum.”
“I had asked your mum before if she had been with another woman, and she said no, and I said, ‘Not even when you were a teenager,’ and she said no; it had never appealed. I just wondered how that came about the other day.”
“I don’t know really. When I was giving her fanny a tidy, she said that she had seen you making love to me and wished that she could have seen it close up. I may have accidentally touched her a couple of times, and she, you know, came.”
“Wow. Do you girls often touch each other up?”
“We were only tidying and trimming our lady garden, Dad; it doesn’t keep itself tidy, you know, and no, I don’t usually touch Mum up, but anyway, we ended up in bed, and I used my tongue on Mum, and she, you know, orgasmed. But she didn’t touch me. That is when I had the idea to get her to touch me so that you could come in, shag me, and Mum could see it up close, and no, I don’t plan on doing it again, okay?”
“Okay, fair enough; it just seemed odd, is all.”
“I know it was odd for me too; I much prefer a man to a woman.”
“Is that what you would like me to do, you know, go down on you more often?”
“Oh yes Dad, I love it when you do it, and I love sucking you too.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay then.”
And that was that; neither of us seemed to be in the mood to take things further, so we just sat there talking about utter nothingness, and then Mum sent a text: ‘Indian, Chinese, KFC’. “What do you fancy, Dad? I don’t really want KFC. If you really do, then okay, but it is not my first choice.”
“Chinese, it is then,” and he sent a text to Mum telling her of our choice.
I pottered about getting bowls ready and chopsticks and forks. I am rubbish with chopsticks, and we just sat waiting for Mum to arrive with the takeaway.
After tea I said I was going up to do some studying and have an early night, and I left Mum and Dad talking in the lounge. I left all the doors open behind me and went up. I stripped, had a wash and went and lay on my bed and went through my notes from the morning lecture. After about two hours I had had enough and put my notes down. I could hear Mum and Dad talking downstairs; I went quietly to my door and listened.
Dad was asking Mum if she preferred me going down on her or him, and she was saying she much preferred Dad and wouldn’t miss not doing it with me ever again. I am pretty sure that was for Dad’s benefit; I may just put that to the test soon. Pretty soon they were kissing, and clothes were being removed, and I did not need to see my mum and dad shagging, so I crept back to my bed and pulled my covers over. Let them shag in peace.
Breakfast was toast and Marmite. Mum and Dad had shagged again this morning; I was almost sure they left their door open and were as noisy as possible, as if they were testing me. Seeing or hearing them shag did not make me feel sexy or want to join in. I never rubbed myself to the sounds of them; it just didn’t do it for me. I could lie on my bed and imagine Jase, or Dad, being with me and touching me, and I would rub myself to that, but just hearing them? No.
“I am going to Grans this morning if you want to come. Only then I will be going into the office, so you’d have to come home on the bus.” Mum said as she rinsed dishes.
“Oh no, Mum, yes I would like to see Gran, but I need to do some studying, and then I have college this afternoon, so, just send her my love, please, and I will see her another time.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Of course I will.” I left Mum to it and went up to my room. I lay on my bed and went through some of my college notes whilst Mum pottered around downstairs. I had planned to have a nice long hot shower, tidy up my garden and generally have a me morning, and I didn’t want to start any of that whilst Mum was clattering around downstairs.
After Mum had left and the house was quiet, I took my robe off and looked at myself in the mirror. I have to be honest; I quite like what I saw. I didn’t have any lumpy bits where there shouldn’t be any, my boobs were nicely held on my chest, and dare I say it, a bit perky; my tummy was flat, my mound was nicely shaped, my crease neat and vertical, and my thighs had a gap, small, but a gap. Everything was as it should be. I wandered across to the bathroom and ran the hot tap and warmed my flannel. I rubbed the hot flannel over my mound and around my sex and then rubbed shaving gel onto my skin.
I put a new blade into my razor, ran it under the hot tap and started my shave. I didn’t rush; in fact, I actually enjoyed the feel of a new blade as it went across my skin, and after I had finished, I rinsed the blade and wiped the sink and turned on the shower.
I washed my hair first, letting the suds just flow down my body, using my fingers to ease the shampoo through my hair before thoroughly rinsing, looking down, watching the water cascade down over my boobs, pouring from my nipples, and watching until it ran clear. I was amused that some of the shaving gel had stayed around my groin, but that would soon be gone. I poured shower gel onto my scrunchy and rubbed myself from shoulders to feet, in-between the cheeks of my bottom, my thighs, under my arms, and then slowly and gently my groin. I stood and slowly rotated under the shower, making sure that every part of me was rinsed, and then I turned the shower off and got out.
I took a clean towel from the hamper and patted myself dry; I loved the feel of a clean towel. I had no idea how Mum kept them soft, but they always came back from her laundry softer than when they were new. I rolled some anti-perspirant under my arms and onto my lower back, sprayed a little EDP at my neck and went into my room.
I sat on the towel and looked into the mirror. A fresh and unruly hair me looked back at me. I took a brush and my hair dryer and began to brush and dry my hair. When I was satisfied it was dry and doing as I wanted it to, I grabbed a scrunchy and pulled my hair back into a pony. Yes. Clean. Dry. Presentable. Yes. Just what I wanted. I think it had been about an hour since Mum had gone, and there wasn’t a sound in the house; I was nicely alone.