Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 2 [m/F][M/s][incest]

Don returned home from his business trip to St. Louis, and a brief stop by his mother’s place, to find his wife, Hanna, in a deep funk. He would often find her leaned over, resting on her elbows with her round face in her hands, her dull red hair disheveled and covering everything. When he asked how she was feeling, if anything was wrong, she’d alternately reply with seemingly random emotions.

“No, no! Everything’s great!” she’d quickly reply, a fake smile splitting her face ear-to-ear.

“Ugh. Don’t ask. There’s nothing you could do about it anyway,” she’d mumble, not meeting his eyes.

“What? Like you care? Why are you even home? I may as well be living by myself, for all you’re around!’ she’d curse, eyes wide and wild.

Her manic responses and red-rimmed eyes left him worried, confused and not the least afraid that his wife was losing her mind. Don was intimidated by the idea of having to take care of this, Hanna had always been deeply independent and ran the family, house and herself with masterful efficiency. Their relationship seemed a perfect fit, he brought home the bacon, so to speak, and she ran the homestead.

Circumnavigation, pt.2 (NSFW, mf, romance, autobiographical)

Chapter 3, Sint Maarten

My new found friend and I made our way from the beachside café up toward the point of land between the two bays on the southern coast of the island of Sint Marten. Our ship had anchored about a mile out in the Great Bay and we’d rode an overloaded water taxi to a pier on the East end of the boardwalk.

We’d been looking forward to getting off the ship to be by ourselves for a while as we had recently discovered that our uncanny ability to get along had a pretty intense new physical aspect to it. In other words, we were horny as hell and wanted to bone each other’s brains out!

Unfortunately, Sailors on a US Navy warship are under military regulations forbidding any and all such activities aboard ship. Just a day ago, we had been caught up in the moment and forgot all such rules and I had fingered her to orgasm which she then sucked me off until I had climaxed in her mouth, all just a few inches above the ship’s bridge crew on the deck below us!

Circumnavigation, pt.1 (NSFW, mf, romance, oral, autobiographical)

Circumnavigation, risking it all

Prologue

Note: This series is autobiographic, the events are true as I can get ‘em to memory, but it’s been 22 years and a few details may have run together. It’s long and takes a while to pick up steam, hopefully not too boring ^_^

In 1996 I was active duty Navy and assigned to my first ship, a guided missile frigate home-ported in Mississippi. I was 23 years old, happily married, full of myself and from what I could tell, at the start of a successful career.

I had already completed one deployment to the Middle-East and had the obligatory “Sailor experience” under my belt of wandering from bar-to-bar, sampling food from cafes and street vendors, shopping in bazaars and boutiques in Barcelona, Haifa, Hurghada, Massawa, Djibouti, Manamah, Dubai, Muscat and Marseilles.

Through all of that I maintained my marital vows and thought myself all the better for it. I had been tempted, tested and tried numerous times and escaped with my virtue unscathed. I wore my fidelity like a crown and secretly judged my shipmates who failed the test. *Sigh* The higher the pedestal, the farther the fall.

Tee (NSFW, crossdresser, CD, mm, oral, anal)

“Tee” is very special to me. Our relationship started after my first deployment to Afghanistan and my first experience with a trans person. I suppose I had a whole new world opened up to me sexually, one where the sex wasn’t defined by gender roles, but rather the connection and passion alone. The “equipment” used was meaningless!

Aria was unavailable due to incompatible schedules and I had duty at the base again. The base was in the next town over from where my family and I resided, so I was confident that my extracurricular activities were safe from being discovered (I was right about this too, which allowed me many more experiences than I’ve been able to have since).

Once again I placed an ad, but this time specifically seeking a transsexual. I stated that I had my first experience and wanted more. Tee answered my ad, but stated up front that she was a full-time crossdresser. No hormone therapy and no intentions of physically changing genders. She had a prosperous beauty salon business and lived, dressed and existed as a woman.

Aria (NSFW, first time, trans, tg, autobiographical)

It all started when I had returned from my first deployment to Afghanistan.

Nothing bad had happened to me or anyone I knew while I was there, but knowing you could be blown up or shot dead without warning, at any moment had an effect on me, I didn’t realize it until I got home.

Basically, the little voice in my head that told me I shouldn’t do things to allow myself to have fun because of some moral abstract had turned off. I guess the thought was, I could have died at any moment, and there were a lot of things I had denied myself… I guess I no longer wanted to deny myself!

I was 38 years old and married with children. Life at home and life in the bedroom was very “vanilla.” Nothing to complain about, but nothing to write about either.

I had duty at the barracks on base, basically a senior person needed to be present to keep an eye on things in case something happened. They gave you a room to stay in overnight, and the next day it was someone else’s turn.

Amy’s mom, pt.3, The Kiss (NSFW, incest, ff, mf, mother daughter, golden showers, drinking, oral)

This was probably a year after my mom and I began our “adventures.”

That would make me 16 years old, and my parents would be pushing forty at a handsome 36 & 38 (mom and dad respectively).

I was one year older, and sad to say, a good deal plumper. My round belly now hung over a little, my wide hips were now topped with well-defined rolls of fat. I had deep creases at my armpits because of my wide upper arms and a network of stretch marks had appeared around my waist. Also unfortunate, was that my chest had NOT expanded at the same pace as the rest of me. I was definitely ‘pear-shaped’ and a bit self-conscious of the whole thing.

It was the middle of August, I remember, and just on the hot side of comfortable. You could sit in the house with the windows open and the ceiling fans running without the air conditioning, but any exertion would whip up a sweat in a hurry.

Amy’s mom, pt.2, The Pool (NSFW, incest, ff, mother daughter, golden showers)

Just about two weeks after “The Bath” we were invited to our friend’s house for a party.

My mom and I were excited about the new aspect to our relationship, but life goes on. She had work, I had school and we weren’t complete horny idiots to take chances… or so I thought.

Our friends had three children around my age, a 16 year old girl, a 14 year old boy and another 13 year old girl.

We all played well in their pool while the adults were watching the game on TV and preparing the food and having drinks.

I was having a hard time not being too friendly with their oldest daughter while we were horsing around in the pool, but while she was enjoying herself, she really wasn’t flirting back.

After a while their kids got tired of the pool and went inside to play games, we didn’t own a pool so I stayed and enjoyed the water.

As I lay on my back in the pool, the next thing I know, someone jumps in right beside me! I stood up sputtering and trying to clear my eyes and push my hair back and my mother is standing there with me.

Amy’s mom, pt.1, The Bath (NSFW, incest, ff, mother daughter, golden showers)

This is where I will start my stories/memories, this one affair kind of started it all.

Back in high school.

I’m 15, still plump, but a bit smoother, my tits are smaller and firmer and I have just a wisp of blond hair above my slit.

I used to masturbate a lot in the bathtub, a few times I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing outside the bathroom door and I would get quieter until they moved away, I didn’t want to embarrass myself, or gawd forbid, my dad!

Then one time I noticed the shadows when my dad wasn’t home… it must be my mom!

The thought of her listening to the juicy sounds my pussy was making sent me over the edge and I came silently, instantly.

I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, was she embarrassed? Why did she stay there? Did she like it? I had to come up with a plan to find out.

A country summer, Part 6 ~END~ (NSFW, golden showers, anal, mf, tg, mm, incest, transgender, gay, MILF, GILF)

An insistent tapping on my shoulder dragged me out of a sound sleep. I came to the awareness that I was literally stuck to Grandma! That and I had also drooled on her in my sleep, which was sort of funny.

“Honey, honey, wake up.” Grandma called. “Honey, I gotta pee, and I’m not going like that on this bed!”

Oh, shit, it was painfully funny as we peeled ourselves apart. My cum covered face had adhered to her chest, my cock was glued to her thigh! Fuck! That hurt! And I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the funniest thing that’s happened to me in a long time!

I followed her downstairs to the bathroom, trying to massage feeling back into the arm that had been pinned under her. She left the door open and I followed her in. she rolled her eyes at me as I sat cross-legged on the floor before her as she sat on the toilet, but she indulged me by spreading her legs wide, offering me an unimpeded view of her evacuation. There was no effort, no strain this time, a strong, solid jet burst forth, fine flecks separating from the main stream as it plunged melodiously into the commode.

A country summer, Part 5 (NSFW, golden showers, anal, mf, tg, mm, incest, transgender, gay, MILF, GILF)

*

After freshening up, I found her in her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.

“Knock-knock,” I said, rapping lightly on the door frame.

“Enter,” was the quiet reply.

She was sitting up in bed, above the covers with a large pillow behind her back and another under her knees, her legs bent over the pillow and stretched out before her. The skirt of the nightie was bunched up at her hips exposing her legs and I made a show of trying to look up the skirt, but her thighs were together and there was nothing to see but her cuddly belly roll.

“Ooo, you’re a cheeky little devil!” she feigned offense, but didn’t move a muscle to cover either her legs nor her fat nipples, obviously outlined beneath the opaque satin of the thin garment.

She pulled off her reading glasses and set her book beside her and gave me a thorough once-over, top to bottom and back again. I did my best to flex my abs and thighs, then raising my arms in my best “Austrian Oak” imitation.

“Turn around love,” she said, humming to herself. “Mmm-hmm, oh so nice. Back up please.”