I have many memories of the incestuous relationships I’ve had and what lead to them. These are some those and how they occurred.
I have had so many different sexual experience's in my life, but at the time they were happening to me I thought no one else could possibly have had anything similar happen to them, so I never spoke about them to anybody and I doubted that if I did anyone would or could understand. So much time has passed since then and I hadn’t given it much thought. That is until recently when something reminded me of those days, not that I could ever really forget them because I never will. I just hadn’t given much thought to it all until now. So I decided to see if there were others out there like me. I was surprised when I read the stories here and found there were people just like myself, and although I didn’t intend on writing about my own experiences, I feel enough time has passed that I could finally share those experiences here.
I originally set out to write this more as a short but sweet remembrance of a special time in my life but the more I wrote the more I remembered and I kept adding and adding to my story, so I decided to break it into parts.
Also I apologize if this doesn’t really read like many of the stories on here, because these aren’t “ just stories” but rather memories but I will try to provide as much detail as I can all these years later.
Sooo......here it goes.
PART I : FIRST BUT LASTING IMPRESSIONS
My earliest memory of anything sexual was probably similar to a lot of other people, when I found one of my dad’s adult magazines hidden under the cushion of our bathroom hassock. However while most kids dad’s looked at Playboy or the occasional Penthouse my dad was an actual subscriber to Hustler and I can still remember the cover on that first magazine I saw. It had then President Jimmy Carter looking shocked at a Hustler magazine and the cover read The Presidents sister shows pink. I didn’t know what that meant but I knew I was seeing something “naughty” and even though I hadn’t properly started jerking off just yet I would lock myself in the bathroom and look through those Hustler magazines and touch myself and got a quick but pornographic sex education courtesy of Larry Flynt. One day I went to go to the bathroom to see if the latest edition was under the cushion when I saw light coming from under the door and I heard the shower turning off. I knew it had to be my mom because my dad wasn’t home. I was curious to see if my mom looked like those women in Hustler when she was naked. The house we lived in was old and still had the doors with the old fashion key holes. I put my eye to the hole and there in front of me just on the other side of the door I could clearly see my naked mom. She had one leg up on the very same hassock my dad kept his Hustler’s under and she was leaning forward drying her leg and her tits were hanging down swaying back and forth as she rubbed the towel over her skin, going down to her foot and then back up her leg and between her thighs to a triangle of blonde hair. She squeezed lotion into her hand and followed the same path down her leg as she had with the towel and she did the same with the other leg. Then she stood straight up and she rubbed lotion all over her entire bodyand I got my first real look at the front of a fully naked woman. My mom was thin but curvy with pale skin and pert tits that looked almost pointy, they had a slope to them but pointed up with pink swollen circles that had what I thought at the time looked like pencil erasers in the center and I watched in fascination as she rubbed lotion over one boob then the other and down her stomach. Then she ran both hands over the inside of each thigh and up through the blond triangle of hair between her legs and that’s when I saw the same pink “skin” as the girls in the magazines. My mom was paying extra attention to the pink spot between her legs and she spread it open and rubbed her fingers through it and all around it almost like she was examining it. She did this for a few minutes before her fingers disappeared into it a few times. I had no clue what masturbation was or that girls could even do it but I had been so caught up watching that I didn’t realize when she stopped nor did I expect for my mom to reach for the door to open it still completely naked. I guess she wanted to go to her bedroom and finish what she had started. I quickly reached for the door handle myself at the same time and turned it just as my mom did the same and she pulled the door open. Needles to say I startled the shit out of her and she grabbed for her towel to hold in front of herself but not before I got another great this time up close look at her naked. She said What are you doing? sounding annoyed. Thank god I had my hand on the door knob because I told her I had to go to the bathroom really bad and I didn’t know she was in there, and of course she believed me. I didn’t realize it then but my mom was only in her 20’s at that time and to me she looked exactly like the girls in my dad’s Hustler magazine. After that I couldn’t look at my mom and not think about what she looked like naked, I would notice when her nipples were hard and oh my god on a weekend when she cleaned the house and would get down on all fours to clean under the bed or couch I would stare waiting to catch a glimpse down her shirt to see her tits swaying again or watch her butt because I knew where her pussy was from behind.
The saying the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree must be true, because apparently my dad thought the same way about my mom and porn as I did and as memorable as seeing my mom naked had been, I was about to discover the most lasting impression of my youth. My dad had been into photography and set up our basement as a dark room. I was snooping around one day and I saw a box with what looked like movie reels in it. I looked at some of them holding them up to the light and I could see people but it was hard to make out what was on the films so I gave up. Then I dug deeper into the box and found a bunch of big 8x10 pictures that looked a lot like what I saw in Hustler magazine except they were in black and white. There were various close up pictures of a pussy. It had a triangle of hair above it but very little to none around the lips or the darker area that was her asshole below it. I knew what assholes looked like from the magazine but this was the closest most detailed picture I had seen. The pictures showed her pussy spread apart and closeups of her clit. I wasn’t really sure what a clit was either at that age but again from the magazines I knew the anatomy of a pussy very well and whoever the girl was, she was rubbing her clit and putting her fingers inside of her pussy just like I had seen my mom doing. The deeper I dug into the box the more graphic the pictures were, Now there was a dick in the pictures too and it was in various stages of penetrating her pussy. The dick looked really big, as big or even bigger than any I saw in Hustler and it was bumpy looking with it’s big veins. Then there were pictures of what I thought at the time was milk leaking out of the pussy as the dick lay across the patch of hair and there was even milk on the dick and in the pubic hair. I studied those images and I remember thinking wow maybe my dad actually takes the pictures I see in Hustler Magazine! Until then the pictures had all been close ups, then I saw a picture of a naked man sitting on the floor leaning back against a couch with the same dick from the other pictures, except now I could see his entire dick and balls, the picture cut off at his chest so I couldn’t see his face. There was a naked woman who was laying next to him half on the floor and half across his stomach. The woman’s hair was partially blocking her face and she had just started sucking the head into her mouth and was cupping his big balls in one hand and had her other hand on the floor helping to prop herself up high enough to get his long cock into her mouth. The woman’s tits were similar to my mom’s and hung down because of the way she was holding herself over him trying to fit his long cock in her mouth. I even noticed the curves of her hips and her triangle of pubic hair in between her legs, this was definitely the same pussy and cock from the closeup pictures. Then I noticed the couch the guy was leaning against, and thought that looks a lot like our couch in our living room and I realized oh my god it is OUR living room and when I looked at the next picture the woman sucking that big cock WAS MY MOM!!! and the man now was holding her hair back so you could see her face as she sucked it.
I was stunned and I knew I shouldn’t be looking at these pictures but I couldn’t look away, my mom was staring into the camera and right back at me through the picture. Even though she had a dick in her mouth you could see it in her eyes and in the expression on her face that she was so happy sucking that big cock. I was still too young to fully understand it but from the little bit I could make out of the guy laying back against our couch he wasn’t my dad so who was he? What was my mom doing with some other guy? Why did she have his dick in her mouth and his “milk” in her pussy? Was my mom really in Hustler and I didn’t know it? Did my dad take the photos? Why would he take a picture of my mom sucking another man’s dick? I sat there on the basement steps looking at the picture for what felt like an eternity as I studied every last detail about the picture and seared it into my brain.
Then while I was lost in my astonishment WHAM! the picture was ripped from my hands and the same woman who had just been smiling back at me sucking a cock was now standing in front of me fully clothed and yelling at me. She asked angrily what I thought I was doing in the basement going through my Dad’s stuff. Then she looked at the picture and I saw the horror in her face. Suddenly she didn’t seem so angry anymore and she mumbled something about my dad still having still having these things and how the whole box can go in the trash now, and then to my horror she proceeded to tear the picture into tiny pieces. I was speechless as she threw the ripped up picture back into the box and pulled me up by my arm and said you know better than to be down here by yourself with all of your dads stuff and marched me out of there. I thought I was dead, and that for sure she was going to kill me and once she told my dad he would bring me back to life and kill me again. Except like that scene in the movie A Christmas Story it never happened, She told me to stay out of the basement from now on and to go outside and play that was it, nothing else was ever said about it and I’m pretty certain my mom didn’t tell my dad what I found because he never said anything about it. What I didn’t know at the time was their marriage was in trouble, my dad’s drinking and more so his drug use which was a separate basement discovery my mom made, would see him moving out to clean himself up, saying he would be back and we would be a family again, but that never happened. He was arrested for stealing and drugs and was sent to prison.
What my dad didn’t know was just how big an impression his love of Hustler and his hobby of taking homemade porn pictures had made on me, and what my mom didn’t know is that her participation in my dad’s hobby had made an even bigger and more lasting impression on her son. Most kids that age see their mom as loving, doting or authoritarians but I doubt many kids saw their mom as a Hustler Honey who happily sucks on big cocks and smiles while doing it. That was how I saw my mom, in my eyes she was my first “porn star”. I continued to peek through the key hole when my mom showered, especially with my dad not in the house. I also started to notice myself getting larger down there and figured out how to actually jerk off and even though I kept a couple of those magazines I never did find those pictures of my mom in the trash, but believe me I looked. It didn’t matter because I didn’t need the pictures I had it memorized and I shot my first ever load to that memory. It was the first of many loads my mom would be responsible for.