Echoes of Incest: A Mother’s Longing

It was just after midnight when Joy Johnson got home from her job as the evening manager of the Glass City Plaza Hotel. She came into the house quietly, as she usually did. Although on many nights, one or more of her children would be awake and either studying or watching TV, tonight all was dark and quiet.

She made her way down the hall to the master bedroom, where she slept alone. Her husband had been killed in a vehicle accident 10 years earlier, and she had never remarried. As a newly widowed mother of three young children, grieving the loss of their father, she didn't want to get involved with anyone else. She just wanted to raise her children and get on with life.

She missed Jim, her husband, terribly even now. They had what she considered an excellent marriage. They were well-matched physically, mentally, intellectually, and sexually, with that all-important other ingredient. Joy and Jim had been swingers. They had been an unabashed, unapologetic, fun-loving, sucking, fucking, licking, sex-enjoying, and sharing couple. They did it all; well, Joy did. Jim was purely hetero, but Joy was an enthusiastic bisexual. She loved watching Jim fucking other women. He enjoyed watching her enjoying another man, or two, or three, as well as other women, with him quite often being in the mix when he wasn't otherwise occupied fucking some other man's wife or girlfriend.

Joy was one of those women who loved anal almost as much as vaginal sex and could often orgasm that way. She also loved sucking hard cock and swallowing cum as well as licking wet pussy and even licking cum out of another woman's well-fucked pussy and having it done to her. And, unlike many other men, Jim would enthusiastically lick his own cum from Joy's vagina after fucking her, giving her another orgasm in the process.

It was a year and a half before Joy contacted some of her swinging friends and got back into that scene. She enjoyed it well enough and was still somewhat active, but it just wasn't the same without Jim by her side, and after his death, she hadn't been interested in finding another partner, although many men had tried. Joy was quite an attractive woman, both in face and body, with rich auburn-colored hair, cut short and stylish, and green eyes and a winning smile. Plus she had that certain something that shouted out to men: FEMALE!

Of course, just because she didn't allow any man too close didn't mean Joy was any less interested in sex. She watched a lot of porn and masturbated regularly and had a variety of dildos and vibrators. It was just that, while raising her kids, she didn't feel like she wanted or needed the companionship of another man, or the complications that might bring to her family. And then there was the fact that ever since she was eighteen, and now she was 43, she had a rather perverse but secret interest in incest, and that included her own children as they became adults.

As Joy went by her youngest son's bedroom, she saw that his door was ajar. She decided to peek in on him. When she opened the door, she saw Itan lying, uncovered, with the moonlight streaming in through his bedroom window onto his gorgeous young man's fit and trim, muscular body...and his erect penis sticking straight up out of his boxers, the only clothes he had on. A twitch of desire shot through her. She knew society would condemn her for her thoughts, but there it was. Joy had a feeling of sexual desire for all three of her children, two sons and a daughter.

She knew it came from the fact that when she was 18, she had been at a party with her father, a rather wild party. Joy's girlfriend had confided in her that she was her own father's lover and truly loved being so. She suggested that Joy should become the lover of her own father, too, who her girlfriend thought was quite "yummy." Joy wasn't totally adverse to that suggestion, having had her own thoughts about her handsome and sexy father. Now, at the party, her girlfriend had made a rendezvous with Joy's father to meet in a small, dark room, a closet really, where the girlfriend would give him a blow job.

Then, the girlfriend convinced Joy to get to the room before her father and take the girlfriend's place without letting Joy's father know. Joy, thrilled, excited, somewhat confused about her emotions but willing, agreed. When her father came into the room and closed the door behind him, the darkness was complete.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Shhh," Joy shushed him.

She took hold of his hand and pulled him up against her body. They kissed and kissed and kissed again. Not a word spoken. Then Joy, trembling but determined, went to her knees and began fumbling with her father's belt buckle.

"Damn, Mary," her father said, you're in a hurry, eh?"

He helped get his pants undone and down, and Joy could smell his cologne and his natural sexual musk and loved what she was smelling. She took his cock in hand. It was nearly fully hard. With a delightful naughty thrill, she slipped her mouth over her father's cock and began sucking it while stroking it with her hand.

"Oh God, Mary," Joy's father groaned quietly. "This is so exciting I don't know if I can last too long."

"Mmm-hmm," Joy mumbled, realizing she was about to get a mouthful of her father's hot, thick cum. Since the very first blowjobshe'd ever given, Joy, unlike her girlfriends, or most of them anyway, didn't mind the taste or texture of semen and willingly swallowed it down. She had loved sex from the first time she fucked, all kinds of sex, and considered sucking dick and swallowing cum just a normal part of the process. Now she was about to do that with her father, and it excited her more than she could ever have imagined. It was going to be so naughty and so much fun.

And then her father was coming, groaning, gasping, trying to be quiet. Joy felt the first big splash of his hot, viscous essence on her tongue and immediately had her own small but ever so pleasant orgasm as she continued to suck her father's cock and swallow every bit of his semen down to the last oozing drop when she milked him out by hand. When he was finished, surprisingly, he pulled Joy to her feet and gave her a long and loving kiss, something none of her lovers had ever done after she sucked them off and swallowed. It endeared her to her father even more.

He buckled up his pants and said, "We'll have to do this again, but in a more open and lighted place."

She mumbled, "Yes, we will," trying to disguise her voice.

Her father kissed her again, sweetly, then said, "See you later, Mary." Then he was gone.

That night, in bed, Joy was tormented by the feeling of her father's strong arms embracing her, his kisses, and the thrill she had gotten, along with an orgasm, from sucking his cock, finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. She woke late and found her father in the kitchen drinking coffee and checking the news on his smartphone.

"Good morning, darling," he said cheerfully as she came into the kitchen.

"So, where's Mom?" Joy asked.

"She's off to the outlet stores with her friend Alice," he replied.

The outlet stores were at least an hour away. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while.

The fact that her father was willing to "cheat" on her mother with his daughter's best friend but had unwittingly "cheated" with his own daughter didn't bother Joy in the least. And what she hoped they might do going forward, pondering the possibilities before she'd fallen asleep, filled her with excitement. She knew that it wasn't a normal way for a daughter to think about her father, but she did, and that was that. Joy didn't care about what was and was not normal when it came to loving her father. She already loved him for himself, as her father. Now she was ready to love him as a woman loves a man.

Joy also knew the relationship between her father and mother was strained at best, and she assumed that was because her father was an attractive and flirting type of man and her mother, while attractive enough, wasn't very sexy at all.

With all of that churning through her mind and without conscious thought, Joy blurted out how much she enjoyed sucking his cock the night before.

Confused, all her father could do was stare at her, so she explained to him exactly what had happened and that it was her, not Mary, who had gone down on him in that dark little room.

"Oh! "My! God!" was all her father said, and Joy was afraid that he might suddenly get upset and angry.

Then he smiled. "Damn, darling, you're one hell of a good cocksucker," he said and stood up from the table.