Chapter 4

The following morning was akin to waking in paradise. The rising sun had awoken us both as we disentangled ourselves from each other.

It had been a night of rapturous fucking.

I went into the kitchen and got some coffee going and then Shelia came and sat down somewhat bleary-eyed and began sipping some from the mug I had served her.

As we mulled over our lust-making from the previous night I brought up a puzzling point by recalling the action too her,

“When I initially drove my cock deep into you Shelia, the rush I felt was like entering the gates of Heaven and you gasped immediately then groaned with ecstasy. Then I advanced the beast to full penetration; and you cried out:

“Oh You ... Dirty Little Fucker!”

Shelia pouted defensively, “I haven’t got carried away like that in years Dick.”

“Well, your outburst excited me and spurred me on; every thrust I gave; you groaned.

But I wanted to finish in your delicious butt so I pulled you to your knees and I slid all the way up into you. Then you screamed out:

“Oh You ... Dirty Bastard Father!”

I paused at that point as Shelia looked dumbfounded.

“Oh Dick, I hadn’t noticed that; it must have just slipped out; I’m really sorry.”

“I’m confused Shelia. Apparently Dad hardly had sex because of his heart condition; not even enjoying a playful bit of oral-sex. So how could he be on your mind in a moment of passion?”

“Dick I want no secrets between us; not now we have found each other in the way we have.

I was waiting for a right time to tell you these things – well it seems this is the right time.

I suppose that yell I made when you drove into my butt was a sub-conscious memory escaping.

You see I haven’t savoured the kind of sex we did last night ... since Father was fucking me silly.

But I don’t mean your Dad; no, he wasn’t a star in the bedroom; bless him.

You see Dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was nineteen.”

She paused to give it a chance to sink in.

“You mean ... Granpa Richard... ?”

“Yes Dick. My father got me pregnant and then I quickly married your Dad”

“By the time you was born I was twenty; and married for six months!

“But my Dad must have known... ?”

I loved your Dad; I was seventeen when we danced at the College Hop and began dating; it was romantic and he was sweet.

But no, he never knew; that there was a sordid sexual side to his college-girl sweetheart.

He was simply over-joyed when he thought he’d got me pregnant.

He begged me to marry him; I could never hurt his feelings by telling him different.

“So your affair with Richard ... your father ... went on into your late teens!”

Shelia looked at me guiltily for a while.

“It’s very difficult to explain a compulsion Dick. Lets say it’s probably like being a drug addict.

Richard regarded me as his project; even his property. I don’t know how long it may have lasted.”

I lay my hand on her arm saying, “Perhaps it was just as well that your father died suddenly when he did?”

Shelia’s hand came onto mine with a warm smile, “My father’s death brought me rehabilitation. I could finally be the good, prim, respectable wife I’d always wanted to be with your Dad.

I gazed at her in awe. It was so much to take in. Too much in a way. My emotions churned but I could empathise with my mother too. We were sharing so much together now. We had moved into another world it seemed. But then I grinned at her,

“Hey, what do you say to some bacon and eggs?” I don’t know about you but my battery had the juice sucked from it last night and it could do with some charging up!”

So, I had reignited Shelia’s dormant nymphomania; originally induced by my natural father.

I kinda like the adventurous shit he done with Mom; she came out looking great on it!

In fact my new project is to gradually ease-out of Mom’s memory all the despicable things he got her to do in the name clinical knowledge. I know Richard would approve.

With barely twenty years between us Shelia had a whole store of sexual perversions and know-how to share with me. Jesus – bring it on!