My [M 19] son has a thing for my [F 41] girlfriend…

*Author’s note: on the off chance anyone remembers this story from several months back: yes, it’s originally mine and yes I’m going to complete it now.*

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

My girlfriend likes incest, and I like hotwifing (2) [MFM]

PART TWO

(I **strongly** suggest reading [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohrlp3/my_girlfriend_likes_incest_and_i_like_hotwifing/) first)

I studied my Dad as he stood from his end of the couch and began to unbuckle his belt. My girlfriend Anastasia had, after all, just bid him to do so; she watched with total focus, her green eyes almost comically wide on the television screen which the Skype video call was displayed on. He unzipped himself and undid the button, hands shaking slightly as he pulled down his boxers to free his fully erect and fairly stout cock.

Anastasia nearly cooed in delight. “That is so perfect! I adore him, Nick! And it looks like he needs some attention, pronto.” She started to remove the remainder of her shirt with a shy expression, before stopping abruptly. “But I’m so far away! What do you think we should do, Jake?” she asked, here eyes flicking over to me.

“You’re what, 45 seconds away by car?”

My girlfriend likes incest, and I like hotwifing [MFM]

My girlfriend Anastasia has a thing for incest.

This was revealed during a session of post-coital pillow talk some months into our relationship when the last of our sexual skeletons were being let out of the closet; I finally admitted I was into “hotwifing” (the voyeuristic thrill of watching your wife or girlfriend with another man) and Anastasia admitted she was into consensual incest. These were far from out only kinks, mind you, but certainly counted as our most deeply held sexual secrets.

Lying nude on her side in bed, her beautiful, warm face framed in thick brown hair, Anastasia explained in a low voice that she had always wanted to fuck her Dad but knew with bone-deep certainty that he’d never go for it. “I hinted every way I could think to, subtly at first. Finally, I let him walk in on me masturbating one time a year back when I was nineteen thinking it was basically ‘now or never.’ He lectured me after and took the dildo away. So much for that,” she sighed, rolling her large green eyes. “Mom got me a lock for my door after all was said and done, and she told me to use it during my ‘private time’ going forward.”