My Sexual Life 1

By Su De'Nym

(Story codes: Fb, ped, preteen, 1st, cons)

I have just finished fucking my six-year-old granddaughter, my incestuous cum leaking from her little pussy as she naps after our hours of play time, and now I sit down to write about how I got to this point in my life. I am sixty-three and I can scarcely believe that fifty years have passed me by. Fifty years of the most amazing sex you could imagine. It all began when I had just turned thirteen, I was a poor boy, my father had died stupidly after driving blind stinking drunk into an icy river when I was but a baby. My fat lazy mother lived off welfare, or rather drank away the welfare money while I tried to make ends meet by doing odd jobs around town.

One day all my usual customers were either not home or didn't have work for me. I was desperate, the rent was way past due and I only needed a few bucks more. If I didn't get it the slum lord was going to kick us out. There was one house I had never gone to because it had a bad reputation. I wasn't really sure what was wrong with them but everyone seemed to ignore the family that lived there. I heard my mother whisper about them once to a neighbour about how they weren't “good people”. They lived on the very outskirts of town on a lonely side street. Like I said I was desperate so I biked over there.

My heart was pounding as I approached the front door. I almost turned and ran but I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a few moments I was about to run away thinking no one was home when the door opened. A beautiful woman stood there in jean shorts and a tight t-shirt. Red hair hung around her shoulders and her kind green eyes twinkled. Her tits were large and free from any bra. Her nipples poked out from the thin fabric. I had a few Playboys and Penthouses under my mattress at home but this was the first time I had seen a real life woman that made me feel so turned on just by looking at her.

She smiled at me with a bright welcoming smile. “Yes, how can I help you, handsome?”

I stared at her with my mouth open and then gulped. “I, uh, I do odd jobs and things, for money, y'know, like do you have anything that needs done? The rents due and I need one hundred dollars to make it...uh, sorry. My name is Andy.”

She laughed and took me by the hand leading me into the house. “No need to be sorry, handsome. We're in the process of moving and I could sure use a hand or two packing up the rest of some stuff. Then maybe I'll have some more work for you after that.”

She led me into the kitchen and I helped her pack up dishes and glasses. She made me feel very comfortable and we were soon chatting away like old friends. I opened up to her like I had never done with anyone else. She was so sweet and kind. And while her tits still mesmerized me I was starting to like her as a person. I told her all about my home life and my dad dying. How I wasn't liked at school because I was poor. How I had no friends because I spent all my time trying to scrape together enough money to keep us off the street.

Her name was Ella and she was the wife of James and they had four kids, Rachel who was fifteen, Daniel who was thirteen like me, Emma who was ten, and baby Francine who was only five. They were all up at their new home in the mountains. Far from prying eyes and gossipy bitches (as she called the women in town). They were leaving because they weren't welcome in town. She said they were “special” and didn't need all these judgemental idiots making their lives miserable.

I told her I wished I could run away and live in the mountains. She laughed that tinkling laugh and said I was more than welcome to join their family. I smiled, knowing she was just joking but I let myself fantasize about it as I continued to help her pack. Before long we were done with the packing and Ella had me sit down while she poured some lemonade into paper cups for us. She rubbed my shoulder absentmindedly and my cock got hard from her touch.

“Andy,” she said as she caressed my shoulder, “You are such a good worker. I'm going to give you two hundred dollars. You use that other hundred on yourself, you hear?”

I almost choked on my lemonade. I sputtered, “Yes, Ma'am.”

She playfully slapped my shoulder. “Now, you call me Ella. None of this 'Ma'am' shit.”

“O-okay, Ella”

She looked deep in my eyes, considering me. “Andy, I think I can trust you. I like you and I feel connected to you already. The reason we're moving is because we really are a very special family, one that does things most would consider wrong. We are very close and loving. Andy, my family all have sex together. In fact James isn't my husband, he's my brother.”

For the second time that day I stared at her with my mouth opened. Of course I knew what sex was, I had those magazines after all. I didn't know what to say. It felt like time had stood still. My cock was throbbing and it was the only thing that made it seem like time was actually moving.

Ella stood up and took our empty cups to the trash can. “I know it's shocking. But I wanted you to hear about it from me than someone else who might give you the wrong impression. You see we live by a philosophy that sex is meant to be enjoyed and shouldn't be feared and made out to be something bad and dirty. Everyone, including children, should be encouraged to enjoy their sexual lives. Would you agree?”

I numbly nodded my head. It made such perfect sense to me even if I'd never had sex, with anything other than my hand that is. Ella started to massage my shoulders. “I would like to give you something, handsome, if you want it that is.”

I turned to look at her. “What is it?”

“Have you ever had sex?” She asked.

I shook my head slowly.

“Would you like to?”

And for the third time I stared at her open mouthed. She giggled. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Come with me.” She took my hand and led me down a hall to a bedroom. The bed was still there but there were no sheets of course. We sat on the edge of the bed. “I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing this on you. Anything we do together here will be what you want. You tell me what you want and if I want it as well we'll do it. Agreed?”

I nodded my head. My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk. My heart was hammering in my chest. I sat there quiet for what seemed like hours. I had no idea what to do. She gazed at me for a few moments then smiling kindly she asked: “You do want to, right?”

I nodded enthusiastically. She laughed again. “Then where do we start, handsome?”

My eyes went to her chest, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, her tits still jiggling from her delightful laugh. “Would you like me to take off my top? Do you want to see my boobs?”

I croaked a quiet, “Yes.”

Ella stood up and faced me. With a sultry look she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and over her head. Her tits spilled out flopping onto her chest. Her nipples were large, the areolas a good three inches across. She put her hands on her hips and swayed her chest gently. Her tits undulated back and forth. My mouth started to water alleviating its dryness. I lifted my hands to touch them but then I stopped and looked Ella in the eye afraid I was crossing a line. She smiled again, that sweet kind smile, and said, “You can do anything you like with my body, unless I say no.”

I grinned at her and continued my approach to those magnificent boobs. I almost came in my pants as I finally touched my very first tits. They were soft yet firm at the same time. It felt so satisfying as I rubbed them all over as my face drew ever closer to them. I found her nipples and started to roll them between my fingers. Ella moaned and frightened I was hurting her I pulled back but she quickly grabbed my hands and returned them to her tits. “It's okay. It just felt so good. I will make noise. Don't be afraid. I'll let you know if you hurt me.”

I started to play with her nipples again and she sighed contentedly. I grew bolder and took one into my mouth. She gasped as I sucked on it, twirling my tongue around the rough nub. It tasted so good. I moved to the other one and did the same thing. “Oh, my, Andy, you are a natural. What a talented young lover you are.”

Encouraged by her I continued to suck but let my other hand caress and knead her other breast. Her breathing grew faster. My cock was so hard it hurt trapped as it was in my pants. I needed to let it out but I felt a bit ashamed. I pulled away from her and nervously asked her to strip the rest of the way.

She walked away a bit and turned her back to me. Looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive look she wiggled out of her shorts. She wore no underwear. Her round ass came into view as her shorts dropped to the floor. She flipped them away with a flick of her foot then spun around revealing her complete nakedness to me. Her pussy was hidden by a beautiful red sparse bush. “Well? What do you think?”

“You-you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” I said in all honesty.

“Flatterer,” she said then giggled, “Aren't you uncomfortable with all those clothes on?”

My cheeks flared red again. “I'm not very big. I'm kinda embarrassed.”

She knelt down and hugged me. “Size matters shit to me. I'm sure it's a perfect cock. Do you want me to undress you?”

“O-okay. I guess.” She pulled my shirt off then took my hands and made me stand. I looked at the ceiling as she unzipped my pants. I bit my lip when she pulled them and my underwear down around my ankles. My cock sprung out and I was relieved to be free of the discomfort but I held my breath and dared not look at her. I felt a kiss on the tip of my cock head.

“Oh, Andy. It's beautiful.” I looked down at her with relief. “Would you like me to suck it?”

“Yes!” I said loudly. She grinned at me and took it into her mouth. I wish I could say I face fucked her, deep throating her with abandon but I didn't. What I did do was come. I shot my load into her mouth almost as soon as she started.

“Oh, god. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't...ah, man.” I was almost in tears. I had come in her mouth. Was she angry at me? Was she disappointed? I felt like grabbing my clothes and running out of her house. But I felt her hug me again, as a mother hugs a child. Or so I would think a mother would hug a child. My mother never hugged me. Ever.

“Sh, Andy, sweetie, it's okay.” She stroked my head, soothing my fears. “The first time is always fast. You'll get better with practice. You have some very nice tasting cum.”

I rubbed my tear-blurred eye. “You-you aren't mad I, um, did that in your mouth?”

She held my head in her hands and looked me straight in the eye. “Mad that you came in my mouth? Hell no, handsome, I love the taste of cum! I love it in my mouth. I love it dripping off my face. I love it smeared on my tits. I love it leaking out of my pussy. I love sucking it out of another pussy. Don't ever worry about where you put your cum on or in me.” She then kissed me but not like a mother but as a lover. Soon our tongues were playing with each other and I could taste remnants of my cum in her mouth. “There, tastes good, don't it?”

“I guess it does.” I smiled wanly at her.

“And don't worry about coming so fast. At your age you can do it again pretty quick. Look, you're still hard.” She tapped my cock and it bounced up and down a bit. We both laughed. “Would you like to fuck me now?”

My heart started to race again. “O-okay.”

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. “This day is all about you so need for any foreplay. When you're ready just dive on in.”

I crawled onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Her legs were wide spread opening her pussy up to me. I gazed at it and could smell her scent a little bit. I have since seen many many cunts but that day began my love affair with the pussy. It was gorgeous, like an exotic flower. I couldn't hold out any longer and crawled up to her, my cock hovering over her feminine opening. She held my gaze and nodded her head. I moved forward and my cock slid easily into her wet cunt. And like that my virginity was gone and good riddance I thought.

The feel of my cock in her pussy is one I'll never forget. It felt like paradise. I had never felt anything so good in all my young life. It was warm and wet and fit so perfectly. I just revelled in the feeling until instinct took over and I started to move my hips. Soon I was fucking her hard, my arms wrapped around her. My face buried in her shoulder. Her tits felt hot against my chest. Ella moaned and cried out as I fucked her, my cock never slowing down. I lost all sense of time and self. I was a bundle of primal mating energy. I still don't know to this day how long I fucked her, and she always refused to tell me, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours. I'm pretty sure it was probably just a minute or two but it felt like forever. But eventually I did come filling her with my cum. My orgasm was like a white hot flash that enveloped my whole body. I twitched and spasmed as it rocked through my body. I then collapsed onto her. She held me tight even after my cock slowly wilted and dropped from her pussy.

When I was ready I pushed myself off her and laid beside her a big goofy grin on my face. “I take it you liked it?”

I laughed. “That. Was. Awesome!”

She turned over on her side and watched me. “I had a feeling you'd like it. No guilt? Any shame about doing it?”

I shook my head and gave her a quizzical look. “Why would I feel that?”

She traced imaginary lines on my chest with her finger. “Some people do. I didn't think you would. I think you're our kind of people.”

She sat up. “This is crazy since I just met you but I mean it. If you ever want to run away run to us. You would be welcome in or home.”

I sat up too. “I would love to but...”

“But you feel an obligation to your mom. You're a good person, Andy. But even good people can only take so much shit before they break. Don't let her break you, handsome.”

I shuffled over and hugged her. “I won't.”

“Then you should get going. Your money is on the kitchen counter. And our address. Maybe you could come and visit us?” She said kissing my lips.

“Maybe I will.” I said kissing her back.

“I'm going for a shower. I don't like goodbyes.” She said as she walked towards the hallway. “Let's just say 'til next time'.” Then she left me alone in the bedroom. I put on my clothes and went to the kitchen. I put the money in my pocket. The piece of paper with her new address I slipped into my underwear for some strange reason. I just wanted to be close to her, close to something she had held and written. Odd I know but I was high on endorphins. I rode back home with a heart filled with joy. It was short lived.

To be continued...