Nymphomanic Tendancies
Copyright© 2016 by Jonathan Dee
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Dick is hung like a donkey. On his 18th birthday his Mom needs his attention like never before!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
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”