Message-ID: <20741eli$9903230441@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: The Young Girl Erotica Repository Subject: TYGER: Introduction to Incest (MfFm inc ped) AIM=543 Newsgroups: alt.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990323032336.13628.qmail@nym.alias.net> WARNING! This article contains adult fiction and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 or under the age of majority and consent as defined by your community and government. I am not the author of this story, only the poster and archivist. If known, the author is credited. Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with last known contact information for the author is included if available. This story is posted by and from The Young Girl Erotica Repository (TYGER). http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~tyger/ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger Contact tyger at tyger@nym.alias.net For an explanation of the ratings (AIM), see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger/ratings.txt Rating: Arousal=5 Inhibition=4 Mechanics=3 Synopsis: Originally posted in 1995, this is Michelle's description of her introduction to sex and incest by her parents. Comments: the truthfulness of this story, as with other such tales, is of course questionable, but it still makes for interesting and arousing reading. ****** NOTE: I didn't write this. The names of the characters ****** have been changed from the original. It was originally ****** posted in summer 1995 on alt.sex.incest In an earlier post, I argued that parent/child incest does not necessarily have to be abusive and cause harm to the child. I described the environment whereby my parents had sex with me and how it was VERY wonderful. So many of you have emailed me for details about how my parents introduced me to this that instead of writing each of you, I will just post it. My name is Michelle. I am 27. I am married to Mark, age 33. He has two children from a previous marriage, ages 12 and 7. We live in Dallas and work in computer-related fields. My first exposure to sex came when I walked in on my parents having sex one night when I was about nine. I remember my mom was on top, straddling my father. They stopped what they were doing and my mom got off the bed, took me into my room, and gently explained a tiny bit of the "birds and bees" to me; only enough to satisfy my curiosity and explain what they were doing. I shared my new information with my best friend, Sylvia. We were both so shocked and amazed about the whole idea of having something inserted inside us that we talked about what it would be like for some time. It's funny to think about now, but I remember we tried to have sex with each other by my lying on top of her nude and grinding our pussies together because we loved each other as friends and thought we should do this to express our love, just as my mother had said. It felt kind of good, but I didn't think it was the same because neither of us had a cock, and I remember wishing I had one. We talked about trying what it would be like by putting something else in there, but we never did try putting foreign objects inside. In fact, we didn't really talk about sex ever again. I think it was because of the straightforward attitude about sex my parents expressed to me, it just wasn't something that was a big deal. But while snooping around in my parents closet a year or so later (I think I was 10), my curiosity was aroused again when I found a pornographic magazine in my father's things in a trunk. The magazine was written in German and depicted men and women in various sex acts, mostly intercourse. There were also a few pictures of my parents having intercourse and oral sex, taken several years before, in an envelope inside the magazine. The most interesting pictures to me were of my mom performing oral sex on my dad. I remember I couldn't figure out why they were doing this, since my mom had only explained intercourse to me, not oral sex. I also remember being curious about why my dad's cock was so much longer and straighter than it was whenever I saw him nude around the house. I guess I wasn't curious enough to ask my mom about it then, though, because I didn't. One night later that year, I had planned to sleep at Sylvia's house but after we got into a fight, I came home. That's when I walked in on my mom performing oral sex on my dad in front of the TV in the family room. I guess they didn't hear me come in, but my Dad saw me and made my mom stop. That was the first time I'd ever seen his cock erect, but it shriveled fast, as it must have done inside my mom before she got off him when I had walked in on them having sex the year before. I asked them why they were doing that, and my mom explained that it was just like sex, a way for her to make my dad feel good. She also said my Dad often used his tongue on her vagina to make her feel good. I was satisfied with that, although I didn't really understand it too well. I got my first period shortly before my 12th birthday. My chest had also begun to bud by then, and I had started to get some pubic fuzz. My mom had already explained what was going to happen to me at puberty, so it wasn't really a big deal. But she did mention that I was now turning into a woman, and I remember I was proud of that fact, as most girls are. The night of my 12th birthday my mom came into my bedroom as I was getting into bed and talked to me about masturbation and orgasms. She talked about how it was normal and how she had started doing it when she was 12, and she volunteered to show me how to do it. She masturbated my clit gently with her fingers and I remember how great it felt when I came. She said I could do it as often as I wanted to, and I remember thinking that I would be doing it all the time! A few days later, my mother came to my room and asked if I had been masturbating lately. I told her I had been all the time, just like she'd showed me. She then asked if I wanted to try it a different way, and I said, "sure." She went to her room and came back with a really small vibrator and a small tube of KY jelly and said I could have them as a present in honor of my becoming a woman. She pulled up my nightgown and showed me how to use it on my clit and in between my labia, but with little insertion. This felt much different than using my fingers, and I loved it! She explained that many women used vibrators to simulate vaginal intercourse, but that she didn't think I was ready for penetration until my pussy began lubricating naturally. She explained to me about the hymen and what it meant to be a virgin, and recommended that before I chose to have sex one day, I should use a vibrator to break my hymen and get used to the feeling of insertion. She said losing my virginity would be much less painful that way. It made sense to me, although I didn't think I was ready for sex yet, either. She also said she would buy me a larger vibrator if I ever wanted one. Over the next few weeks, I used that vibrator constantly! I had to keep asking her for new batteries and new KY. She was wrong about my ability to accept insertion, as I had no trouble with self-lubrication, but I also used KY. My curiosity caused me to try inserting the whole thing, and, sure enough, I did break my hymen with it. Naturally, that wasn't much fun, but I accepted it as an inevitable part of growing up. Soon, I could insert the vibrator most of the way (it was only about three inches long and three quarters of an inch wide). But it was more pleasurable for me to work just a little bit in and out while using the fingers from my other hand on my clitoris. That was WONDERFUL. I guess I was truly addicted to masturbation by then, doing it at least daily. You might laugh at this, but one day I turned it on and it wouldn't go on, even with fresh batteries. I guess I wore it out! My mother got a big kick out of this when I told her, and she bought me another. It was slightly larger, about four and a half inches long and maybe an inch wide. My mother told me to go slowly with it and be very careful, but I tried inserting the thing right away and got it almost all the way in without too much discomfort. About three months after my mother had taught me how to masturbate, she came in again when I was about to go to sleep and asked if I wanted to try something new that might feel even better than masturbating. At that point, I couldn't understand what could possibly feel better than rubbing my clitoris with one hand while inserting the vibrator with the other, but anything that could feel better than that sounded great to me! I didn't know what she meant though, so she asked me if I remembered the time I had interrupted them having oral sex. I said I did and she asked if I might like to try it with her. Sure! Who wouldn't be willing to try something that felt better than masturbating! She then had me remove my nightgown and proceeded to lovingly and slowly stimulate my entire vulva with her tongue and lips. After a few minutes, she asked for my vibrator and brought me to a powerful and wonderful orgasm with her tongue flicking around my clitoris and the vibrator working gently back and forth inside. I knew then I would never again be satisfied with masturbation alone. After I came, she nestled next to me in bed, with her fully clothed and stroking my hair and breasts ever so sweetly. I felt so satisfied and loved her so much right then. She surprised me then when she lightly started licking and sucking my nipples. That was a whole new feeling that I didn't really know I could have, and she did it for several minutes. My mother stood up and took off all her clothes and lay back down against me. It felt so warm and soft to feel her skin against mine. She asked if I would like to learn how to please her, and I said, "sure." So, she showed me how to caress and suck her breasts, and I really enjoyed that. It seemed so satisfying. Then she said if I was ready, she'd teach me how to perform oral sex on her, and I was ready. I got down between her legs with the vibrator and listened to her instructions as she taught me how to please her. Her scent and taste I found to be very pleasant. I don't think I was able to bring her to an orgasm, but she said afterwards that I had done a very good job considering I'd never done it before. I remember I was very proud of myself when she said that. The next day, my mother explained that we had done something very special that few mothers get to experience with their daughters. She said most people wouldn't understand why we did those things because they were usually done between lovers and parents and children couldn't be "in love" the same way. I didn't understand what she meant at all. I thought love was love, and I wasn't able to discern between romantic love and family love. Regardless, she asked me not to tell anyone else about what we had shared because they might not understand, and I promised her I wouldn't. But she said my father already knew about it and it was fine to talk with him about it. She even said he would be happy to do similar things with me if I wanted. She also said we could do it again sometime if I wanted. I wanted to that night, of course, and I came right out and asked her if we could. That time, I went down on her first, and I was able to bring her to orgasm solely with my tongue. I was really proud of myself for being able to do that! A couple of evenings later, while she and my dad were watching TV and my brother was out playing, I again asked her if she wanted to do it. But before she could answer, my father asked if he could do it to me instead. My mother thought that would also be a good idea, and said that she would teach me how to make my father "feel good" afterwards. So, I sat down on the couch, my father kneeled on the floor in front of me and began to lick me. He used different techniques than my mother, some were more pleasing, and some weren't. I could also feel his finger working inside of me. Meanwhile, my mother was on a chair watching and masturbating herself. I could see that my father's cock had grown hard while he worked, and he occasionally used his hand to masturbate himself. I had an orgasm in almost no time. Afterwards, my dad lay on his back on the couch and my mom and I knelt down beside it. While he had been licking me, she had gone upstairs and got the KY Jelly. I had always been fascinated by the sight of a man's cock, but this was my first look at an erection other than in pictures. And this was my first opportunity to actually touch one. I lifted up his scrotum, cupped his testicles in my palm, moved his cock every which way. I was fascinated by his hardness, like I had a new toy. My mother then spread some KY on his cock and showed me how to work both my hands up and down it rythmically. She taught me about a man's most sensitive parts and different ways to masturbate a man. I remember feeling that more than anything, I wanted to make my father feel as good as he had made me feel minutes before. It became a mission for me: to please my father. He ejaculated when I least expected it, after only about three minutes of stroking. I screamed in surprise, which caused my mother to burst out laughing. The semen shot onto his stomach and dribbled onto my hands, and I kept stroking in this slickness until he asked me to stop. I was fascinated by the slippery, slimy feel of the semen and by the fact that his cock got so small so quickly after his orgasm. My mother then rubbed the semen around on his belly. Afterwards, my father said I did a great job, better than my mother had the first time she had done it to him. I was so proud, I gave him a big hug and stayed clinging to him for several minutes, secure and happy in his arms. All this sex play had taken probably less than half an hour, and my brother came in from outside while I was hugging my dad. That night, I lay in bed masturbating for a long time, thinking about what I had done with my father. I couldn't wait to try it again. The next night, after my brother and I had gone to bed, my mother came in and asked if I wanted to sleep in their bed that night. However, she had me remove my nightgown before I got into bed with them, and she did likewise. I got the idea right off that this wasn't going to be like when I slept with them when I was eight during a big thunderstorm. My dad gave me a big hug and a kiss and asked me if I wanted to do "sexy stuff" with them. I told him I wanted to masturbate his cock again, but he said he also wanted to teach me something new if I wanted to try it. With my Dad in the center of the bed and my mom and I on either side, we began by her spreading KY on his cock again and my masturbating him. After just a couple of minutes, my mother told me that she was going to suck on his cock while I masturbated him, and she put the head of it in her mouth while I jacked my hand up and down to her lips. After a minute, she stopped, removed my hand, and said she'd teach me how to masturbate him with my mouth. She then began to perform oral sex on him assisted by her hand, stopping every now and then to tell me what she was doing and what the best way to do it was. After this quick lesson, she asked if I wanted to try it. I did but I couldn't fit much of his cock in my mouth; only the head. I had to strive not to let my teeth touch him, which was hard. My dad kept coaching me, saying things like "that's it pumpkin. Just like that. You're getting the hang of it." He also said to keep doing it until he said to stop. It took a lot of concentration to suck and use my hand to masturbate him, and my rhythm was probably terrible because after awhile he took my hand away and did it himself while I sucked. I will always remember the feeling of that spongy flesh in my mouth when it suddenly seemed to get bigger, he started taking deep breaths and moaning and suddenly I could feel hot jets in the back of my throat. It scared me because I felt like I was going to choke or drown or something, so I pulled my mouth off him. My mother moved right over and took my place and he finished his orgasm in her mouth. After he was through, I asked him how I had done, whether I had made him feel good. He explained that I had done a great job, but that next time I shouldn't take my mouth off until he said to. I told him I was scared I was going to choke, and my mom explained that next time I could either start swallowing then like she had done, or just keep it in my mouth and let it drool back out around my lips. I promised I would do better the next time. My mom then had me lie on the bed while she leaned over me and went down on me. While she did that, my father alternated between kissing and stroking my breasts, stroking my hair, and kissing my forehead. Having my nipples sucked while my mother worked on my clitoris was a new feeling and drove me wild! Plus, my father's soft stroking added to my pleasure. They worked on me for a long time. My mother brought me to one orgasm, then they switched places and made me cum again. I slept so deeply that night, with their arms around me in their bed. The next morning was Saturday, and we slept in. My brother was up watching cartoons, and my Dad got up also. After I was awake, I lay next to my mom. She was on her back, and the sheet had fallen off her, revealing her breasts. I just lay there, admiring her beauty for a long time. Finally, I reached over and began to caress her breasts and nipples ever so slightly. Then I put one nipple in my mouth and sucked gently, so as not to wake her up. It didn't work. While I was sucking, she put her hand on my head and began to stroke my hair. Her other hand began to caress my back. I stopped, looked up at her, and asked her if I could go down on her. What was she going to do, refuse? She suggested I lay on top of her and she would lick me at the same time, and that's what we did. After just a few minutes, my father walked into the room, but said nothing. He just stood there, stroking his cock up and down. I brought my mom to an orgasm, then stopped. My father asked if I wanted to try sucking him again, and I was so happy! I wanted to do such a good job, and I was disappointed in my performance the night before. This was my chance to make it up to him. My mother showed me how to shuck his cock up and down without lubricant, and I sucked on the head. After a few minutes, he shot into my mouth. I swallowed all but a little that leaked around my lips. The taste was strong, and I felt like retching, but I was determined not to let up until my Dad said I could. Finally, he said I could get up. Then my mom did something that shocked me. She leaned down and kissed me wetly on the lips. She told me to stick out my tongue, and we wiggled our tongues together. Finally, we ended up in a long french kiss, my first. That was almost as good as sex, I thought. After several minutes of kissing, we broke it off and I went to get dressed. My whole body was tingling, and I ended up masturbating in my bed to relieve myself, my tension was so strong. I finally had sex with my father that night. My mom helped him guide his cock, which was covered by a condom, into my little hole. It was a snug fit, but there was no pain, and much pleasure. I thought I was in heaven. While he screwed me slowly, my mother sucked my nipples. I didn't have an orgasm because he couldn't last too long. When he pulled out, my mother took off the condom, took his cock in her mouth, and cleaned him off. Then she went down on me until I came hard, which didn't take long at all. I was exhausted afterwards and slept hard. The following morning, my mother invited both me and my brother to their room. We stripped at their orders, and my mom asked if I would suck my brothers penis until it was hard. He was shocked, but as soon as I started, he was happy. It felt really neat to me to have that tiny 3" cock in my mouth after being only to get a little of my Dad's in me. I can still remember the feeling, and I have always wanted to experience that again now as an adult. My brother liked it, but couldn't cum at his age, so I did it until my mom said to stop. My parents watched this little show, each masturbating furiously. After that, my mother taught my brother how to insert his penis into her while my Dad fucked me silly. I came twice! After he came, I mimicked my mom by removing the condom and cleaning his cock for several minutes. Meanwhile, my mom gave up trying to have much pleasure from my brother's little one, so she taught him how to masturbate her and then how to go down on her. He didn't like licking her much, although he liked fingering her a lot. Afterwards, when my brother had left, my mother explained that he was just too young to enjoy most of this, so we wouldn't try it with him again unless he asked. By that Sunday nite, we were all pretty worn out. My brother had gotten bored of it all pretty quickly, but not before I had had sex with him, sucked him, and he had licked me. I had sex with my father several times, and I had eaten my mother after my father had cum in her, which I didn't much care for but did because my father suggested it. That was just the beginning of a long sexual relationship that was particularly strong between myself and my parents. We had sex several times each week until I was 16. But by then I had found a boyfriend who I decided to have sex with, and my parents made me quit having sex with them. I actually had at one point decided that it wasn't worth giving up sex with my parents for this guy, but my mother talked me out of it. Poor guy. By then, I was so hopelessly oversexed that I practically wore him out. At first I had to really work to make him think I wasn't some slut with all the knowledge of sex I had. But then he came to really appreciate my sex drive, as any 16-year-old would. As I said in my previous post, my husband and I are now considering having sex with his children. We would like to have a discussion with other parents who have either experienced parent/child incest or are, like us, considering it. If this is you, perhaps we can be friends. We'd like to hear your opinions and experiences. Should we try this, or do you think there is too much risk of damaging them? (We might not agree with that opinion, but we'd like to hear it anyway.) How do you handle the necessary secrecy and the potential legal hassles? Can it really stay a secret these days? Please write us. Privacy and anonymity is guaranteed. SORRY, BUT IF YOU DON'T HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS OR AREN'T CONSIDERING IT, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM EMAILING US FOR A FEW DAYS. Thank you. Michelle -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----