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Me, the Father, & the Son

Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove

Chapter 7

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Ashanti has lost her job but has an opportunity to house-sit for a handsome wealthy man named Raymond. There she encounters his equally handsome son and finds herself in a situation with both men. How does Ashanti navigate her feelings for both men? Who will she choose?

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Son   Father   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Oral Sex   Squirting  

Most mornings, I woke up and enjoyed cock from Raymond. Since his family was visiting, Raymond didn’t have me in his bed at night or in the morning. It was 5:00 am when I woke up and hopped on Derrick’s erect cock and rode him while looking into his blue eyes.

He held my hair back watching me. Admiring how I enjoyed him. Our lips pressed together. He held my ass and thrust beneath me, “I love waking up with you,” he said to me sweetly.

Quietly I moaned. My pussy was dripping nectar all over his balls. That first-morning nut was always the best. He held my left tit and sucked as I continued to ride. He left me cum a few times before taking control.

I was on my back with my legs folded to my ears as he drilled my hole. I had to be quiet although I wanted to scream in sheer passion. He slowed and released my legs, giving me a chance to calm down. He grunted as his cock started unloading.

I held his face as we kissed. It was done.


The family was having breakfast when I came in from my morning walk, “And just what does she plan to do for Christmas?” his sister asked him as I stepped into the kitchen.

Raymond rolled his eyes. He looked as if he were fed up with her antics, “Why don’t you ask her?” he asked as he looked at me, “Ashanti, What are your plans for Christmas, my sister has a dying need to know.”

I chuckled, “I plan to go see my grandmother in St. Pete.”

“St. Pete? Where exactly in St. Pete does she reside?”

“Passe Grille.”

Her eyebrows lifted, “That’s a rather nice area of town. Is she still working or—”

I chuckled inside, “My grandmother has done well for herself as an engineer. Plus, my grandfather left her in good financial standing before he passed away.”

“I’m curious as to why aren’t you living with her.”

“Do most grownup children live with their grandparents?”

She looked at Raymond, “That’s the attitude I was telling you about. She’s flippy with her mouth.”

“I’m going to go take a shower,” I said before walking off.

She continued to talk, “You should be careful with her staying here. Things could end up missing.”

I shook my head as I continued to my room. After a shower, I donned a white cable-knit sweater dress that hit mid-thigh. It was slightly cool but the sun beamed brightly. The weather was strange. It was like it wanted to be cold be didn’t know how.

As I stepped out of an overnight bag in hand Raymond spotted me. He didn’t say anything but he watched as I walked outside. Moments later, he met me at the car, “Ashanti, where are you going?”

“You should spend time with your family. And I should go away until they leave or I’m going to end up cussing your sister out.”

He chuckled, “I understand. I’ll text you an address where you can stay until after they’re gone.”

I got into the car and I saw the address flash before I left the grounds and drove onto the street. I could have easily went stayed at my grandmother’s but my cousin lived there. I loved her but she was annoying or maybe it was my tendency to be easily annoyed.


I didn’t know what I did to deserve such an awesome break. A beautiful apartment right on the beach. I sat on the beige sofa and smiled. I called My grandmother and told her I would visit on Christmas day. She was excited to hear that I’d visit.

Most people couldn’t tell by looking at me but my grandmother was this fifty-six-year-old white woman with short black hair and blue eyes. My mother was white and my father was African American. It would surprise people when we’d be out together. They often wondered why a young black woman would keep the company of an older white woman.

It made us laugh when their eyes popped when she’d say, “She’s my granddaughter,” and then pull out pictures of me as a baby with my mother.”

I stood and walked over to the sliding glass door and looked out at the amazing view of the ocean. There were two chairs on the balcony. It was sad to see how the pandemic had changed the way we lived. The beach used to be filled with people and that day there were a few joggers, some older men, and women walking wearing masks.

I sighed and shifted my eyes back to the view. My phone rang. I saw the number and rolled my eyes. It was my father, “Hey, dad.”

“You could sound a little more excited to hear from me.”

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this I hear about you living in some rich white man’s house?”

I knew had to hear that from my disgusting cousin who happened to be at the house with my grandmother when I called. She was probably listening to every word and couldn’t wait to report back to him.

I wasn’t sure what her deal was. Well, I was sure that she enjoyed fucking my father on the low. She thought I didn’t know but just like she could find out stuff, I did as well.

The first time was when my father came over to my grandmother’s house to see me when my mom was in the hospital. My grandmother had gone to the store. I was in the kitchen and it was awfully quiet to the point I went looking around the house.

One of the bedroom doors was shut tight and I could hear the faint sounds of moans. My cousin Holly had a taste for big black cock and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on it. My father was foolish enough to oblige her even though he was old enough to be her father.

“I’m housesitting. Watching his sick mother.”

“Is that all?”

I scoffed, “Dad please.”

“I was just asking. Do you have a few dollars I can hold until the new year?”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t.”

“How is that when you work for a rich man.”

“Because I just don’t.” I ended the call. He was not about to ruin my mood.

After my call with my sperm donor ended, I sat and watched the waves crash onto the shore. I saw that Jessica, my friend from work was calling me. As much as I wanted to tell her about my juicy new secret, I only answered the phone to tell her that I was doing okay during the pandemic.

Once my call finished, I went inside and found a bottle of wine. I helped myself to a few glasses and ordered pizza.


Derrick called me as I was getting out of the shower. I answered on camera, “I hate that my aunt ran you out of the house. I was getting used to sleeping next to you.”

“That’s sweet. I’ll be back soon.”

“Not soon enough, fuck. I’m coming over late tonight. I have a key to my dad’s rental in Clearwater.”

“I’ll see you later tonight then.”

I put on a fluffy white robe that was in the bathroom closet and headed out to the balcony to watch the sunset. I had the curtains drawn a little with just a slit so I could see the sun disappear into the night. It was slightly cooler outside so the fluffy robe kept me warm.

As I sat outside listening to soft music, I heard the front door open. I turned and saw Raymond walking toward the sliding glass door. He stepped outside, “I take it you love the place?”

My smile said it all. I stood to greet him with a kiss. His hand slipped under the flap of the robe and he touched me. As he stood there polishing my gem our lips touched and our tongues wrestled. I felt his finger side into my precious opening.

We started slowly and then went faster until I gasped. He pulled his finger from me dripping with my nectar and let me taste it and then he tasted my tongue. “You’re sweet,” he said with a smile.

Raymond took one of the chairs and placed it directly in front of the one where I was sitting. He sat down and gazed upon me as I sat in my chair with my robe open. I reached over and released his steel. My hand touched. I felt the warmth of his flesh and longed to have it inside me.

I leaned over and tasted him. I loved how he held my hair to the right as my head bobbed up and down his shaft. My mouth covered as much of his long rod as it could. I felt his precum melt on my tongue. He tasted divine.

He lifted my chin and stared at me with that wonderful gaze as we played with each other’s pleasure spots. We were both cooing with our mouths slightly ajar. I felt my center pulsating. I could no longer stand it. I rose and lowered onto his member which was standing at attention.

He watched as it disappeared into my pussy. He cupped my breasts and let me ride his stick nice and slow until I climaxed two more times. Finally, he held my ass with one hand and held my face gently. Our eyes were locked as I continued to move, “Ah shit, I’m about to cum Raaaaayyyyy!”

I was pulsating on his cock when he stood with me in his arms. He bounced me like a ball hard and fast until swoosh. Our bodies trembled together. My legs were released, and my feet touched the floor. We kissed for a while.

His fingers ran through my thick mane, “My sweet precious Ashanti.”


I was lying in bed looking at my wrist at the gift Raymond gave me before he left. He stated he’d be busy on the 25th and 26th. I understood. The gift was so unexpected and yet very much appreciated. I lay down under the soft black blanket and rested. I knew I would need to regain some energy for Derrick before he arrived.


It was approximately midnight when he slipped into bed. I was still wearing my gift when my hand touched his handsome face. He looked at the item, “Did my dad give you this?” he asked.

“Is it okay?”

He nodded with a smile, “Yeah, I got you something too.” He stepped away and returned with a gift book set of Anne Rice novels. The Vampire Chronicles. My eyes lit up as he set them on the bed wrapped and secured with a red bow, “I know you love to read. I saw you reading The Witching Hour, I figured you might like these.”

I kissed his mouth and pulled him into the bed, “I love them, thank you. I hate that I couldn’t get you anything. I’m trying to save money right now.”

He touched my cheek, “It’s okay. You being you is more than enough.”

I watched as he undressed. His body was chiseled to perfection. I was already pulsating anticipating him entering my sweet spot. When he joined me in bed, he took my right leg over his shoulder and pressed into my body as he stroked my kitty until it purred.

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