1. This is My Freedom Day


    Date: 11/22/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Erotica, Incest, Mature, Older Female / Males, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    pregnancy became obvious, so I said, “That’s good, David, you must take it.” “I can’t leave you Sheri (I was always Sheri now when we were alone). I can’t not be with you, I really can’t, and after all we’ve done and said. I want you so badly. I love you, you know that.” I tried to argue with him, telling him he would find someone else, someone his own age, but my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted him so badly. At critical moments in my life, there was one person I could always talk to quite openly and honestly with, my mother. She had had a difficult life, bringing up three children on her own. There was Ben, my brother, Sybil my sister and myself. Her husband, Ben’s father, had died soon after he was born. Sybil and I were the result of other liaisons my mother had had, and of which we never spoke. In my time of trouble I turned to her. Now in her sixties she was very wise in the ways of the world, and she listened closely to what I had to say. When I finished, she sat looking at me intently for some time, saying nothing. We were sitting on the sofa, and she put her arm round me and asked, “Are you going to have the child?” “I don’t know, mum, I really don’t know. I want it because it comes from the love I have for David, but you hear such things about babies born out of incest.” “What sort of things?” she asked. “Oh, you know, they have two heads or they’re brain damaged or have some defect or the other.” “Have you got two heads?” she asked. “No.” “Are you brain damaged?” ...
    “No.” “Tell me about your defects.” “Well, I haven’t got…But that’s different…” “Is it?” “Well of course it is. You…” It suddenly hit me what she was getting at. “You don’t mean that…?” “You might as well know now, Sheri, since you’ve entered an incestuous relationship with your son. Who do you think your father is?” I was dumbfounded. I had to struggle to speak. “You mean, Ben and you…?” “Yes, he’s the father of you and Sybil.” “But it’s not possible, I mean, his age…!” “Least said about that the better,” she said quickly. “Let’s just say Ben was a bit more precocious than your David.” So that was why Ben had never married nor had a partner, and why he had always lived at home. I had always seen him as my big brother, but now…my father. No wonder he and mother had always been so close. “Now I won’t tell you what to do, Sheri, but I’ll tell you what happened with Ben and I. When I found I was pregnant, I thought he might make a run for it. Obviously he had to know sooner or later, so I made it sooner. He didn’t run, and you were born. Two years later, we had Sybil. He’s been my lover ever since, and I’ve always made sure he didn’t have to look elsewhere.” “Even now, mum?” “Even now. I know a lot of people think that when you get to fifty you’re all dried up. Don’t you believe it, Sheri. If you keep going the old hunger is still there.” She gave a little chuckle and added, “Even at sixty-three, and I hope even at eighty-three.” She went on, “Look, Sheri, you took your chance with ...
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