Ethan
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Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - ETHYLENE=ETHan+berYL+marlENE (with Beryl being Ethan's sister and Marlene being his wife) But first (Ch.01) it was just Ethan and his mother.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Mother Son Oral Sex Body Modification
Summer 1975
This is the story of many intertwined lives. Ethan, the writer; Beryl, his sister; and Marlene, his wife.
But in the beginning it was just Ethan and his mother.
Mom met dad in the summer of 1959. She was 18 and had just graduated from high school. He was a 23 year-old first lieutenant. Mom was visiting the base because her older sister was married to another young officer stationed there.
There was a tradition at this base of having key parties— which involved having each woman in the group drop their keys in a bowl. The bowl was swished around, and the men each drew out a key. The couple selected by random then had sex with each other.
Mom and Dad obviously felt this was tremendous fun. Dad convinced mom to stay. He married her, and they continued to play these sex games until Dad left the service.
Fast forward to August 1975.
Dad’s job often took him out of the country for weeks or months at a time. I had just turned 15. Because of our many moves– sometimes to places without English language schools– I was academically in between junior high and my freshman year of high school. Mom and Dad had talked it over, and they decided that I could be included in their relationship if I wished to be.
Yeah, like that would be a question...
Dad was going overseas for several weeks. Mom drove him to the airport, waited for him to depart, then came back home. It was summer and she had arranged for my younger sister, Beryl, to be at a friend’s house that night. She took a shower, put on a very flattering negligee, and made us a candlelight dinner for two in Father’s absence.
It was a fantastic evening with a beautiful young woman– Mom was 34. I was offered a glass of wine but told that I could only have one– “because,” she said, as she stroked the front of my trousers, “sometimes alcohol affects performance.” It wasn’t difficult to understand what she had in mind. Over dinner Mom clarified that she and Father had discussed it, and they felt it would be a good idea for several reasons.
First of all I would enjoy it, it would be a reward for the academic work I had put in, and it would free me from the pressure of maintaining a social life as I strived to do as well as I could in high school. Second, she would enjoy it because the man that she loved was away taking care of his family. And, third, as strange as it might seem to me, my father would appreciate knowing that she was being cared for by somebody he could trust.
As with anything, there were certain ground rules. If we went forward...
Right, like I’d say “no.”
She’d explain them to me as we went along.
At that point in time it didn’t matter what the ground rules were. I was going to do my very best Oliver Twist impression and say: “‘Please ... I want some more.’”
What followed were several weeks of the most beautiful form of sexual education possible. After a glass of burgundy and dinner of broiled strip steak topped with glazed asparagus– I remember every detail nearly 47 years later– mom took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
Once there, Mom slipped down my trousers, and removed my shirt. She took her negligee off and led me to the shower where she used a real sponge to very erotically wash my body. We kissed, then she dropped to her knees and gave me my first blowjob. What an amazing feeling.
She toweled me off and led me to the bed, explaining that a gentleman always reciprocates– and that I did not always have to be a gentle man, but I should know how to be. Over the next few weeks she taught me how to reciprocate– which a number of women have told me I’m rather good at. But I’m getting ahead of myself.