Subject: incest cons MFF mF

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not condone any sexual acts by minors or involving non consensual sex acts. All sexual activity should be done by consenting people of legal age only.

After the Service

After the service, Patrick began collecting memories of Thomas; he learned some things he did not know.

Sara sat next to Patrick.

“Thomas and I were very close.” Sara took a bite, as she let Patrick digest what she had said.

Patrick took a sip of punched, shook his head saying “I know. I know he loved you very much.”

“But do you know...”Sara could not complete the sentence, as her mind filled with memories.

“I know you two were...” Patrick looked around to see who maybe listening. “...intimate.” keeping his voice soft.

She slid her hand under the table to his pants. Feeling his cock growing in her hand. “I am going to miss our private times so much. He treated each moment together as if it would be the last. But he was expecting me to go first. I never thought I would be the one saying good bye to him” Tears fell down her cheek.

Sara took Patrick's hand leading them towards the exit of the dining room. She ran through a gauntlet of people sharing their condolences.

They found their way back to the sanctuary. The flowers lined the altar, Sara sat in the front row looking at the coffin of her son which had remained in the sanctuary, tears rolled down her cheek, as she thought about her story.

She tells her story.

“ I had met Thomas's father when I was 10. I had a crush on him the first day I met him. He was kind, but I knew he did not feel for me as I had for him. I had asked him to climb trees with me, reluctantly he agreed. We ended up climbing into a tree house my father had built. It seemed so big to me but his head hit the roof even when he was sitting down. He squeezed himself in. We talked a bit, and when his legs were stiff we stretched out on the floor. He had such beautiful blue eyes.

I asked him to kiss me.

He leaned in and kiss me on the lips. I was in heaven. I wanted to marry him righ then and there.

He avoided me.

Weeks went by before I saw him again. He was over helping with clean up after a storm destroyed our chicken coup. He was so strong and I wanted to be in his strong arms. He made sure to not be alone with me. I wanted to be with him so much. I told him I would not say anything about the kiss. As time went on he was over more and more. He helped with my schoolwork, working at the table in the kitchen. I wrote him poetry, but I did know at the time he kept each one. He was ten years older than me, and my mom and dad was ten years older than him.

I thought he had a crush on my Mom, instead he imagined what I would look like. He did not kiss me again until I was 16. I had a party. I wore a new dress, and many friends were over, my parents invited other young boys around to the house. They planned on picking a nice boy for me. My parents had an arranged marriage, and were going to arrange one for me. Fearful of losing me, he got me alone, grabbed me by the my arms, pulled me with his strong arms towards him, I could feel his excitement growing. I had to crane my neck back so I could look up at his blue eyes.

“I... I...” was all he could say before he moved his head down to meet my lips. His kissed told me what his words did not say. If he had not kissed me then I would have allowed my parents to make arrangements for me.

On my 18^th birthday, he asked permission to marry me from my father, who I thought was going to hit him. Instead he shook his hand.

I was married two months later, and I conceived Thomas on my honeymoon. He was my only child, I had with his father. I just a few weeks of turning 19 when he was born.”

Patrick knew Thomas had a sister, but was not going to ask about who her father was. He sat there holding Sara's hand listening to her story.

Patrick and Sara had shut the doors and closed to the curtains to the windows viewing into the Sanctuary. They had wanted privacy, Damian, the former Church caretaker, sat guard allowing them privacy. But sitting in the balcony sat Sandy. She had played her clarinet during the service. She sat thinking about how kind Thomas was to her. He had become like a Father to her. She had tried to rob him once, and he showed such great compassion.

Sara opened the top of the coffin. She touched the cheek of Thomas her son, She bent down, kissing her son on the lips. She stood back up moved her hand down to Patrick's cock. She felt it grow. Patrick placed his hand on her back, sliding it down to her ass, gently rubbing it. Sara pulled out Patrick’s cock. Stroking it.

She sat watching Patrick and Sara. She watched as Sara stroked Patrick's cock. She pulled down her slacks, and panties, touching her self as she thought about her time with Thomas, watching Patrick with Thomas' mother trying to hear what they were saying.

“Thomas was going to be 16 and I was going to be 35, we decided to have a large party celebrating our birthdays together. We had dinner at our favorite restaurant we had the banquet room full of friends and family. He like this one girl Marie. But despite how outgoing he was, with Marie he was so shy. After the party was over, we loaded up the presents, and started towards home.

I took a slight detour.”

Sara continued to stroke Thomas' cock as she told her story. Patrick had looked around. He saw Sandy up in the balcony, smiling at her. She took her hand she was rubbing her self, waved and then licked her fingers. She then pressed her finger to hear lips asking Patrick to keep quiet. She was enjoying listening to the story.

Patrick turned his attention back to Sara.

Sara continued to stroke Patrick's cock and asked “So can Sandy tell I am stroking you?”

“Yes, but I don't know if she can hear us.” Patrick replied.

“Lets have her join us. Thomas thought of her as a daughter.” Sara turned around enough to look up at Sandy playing with her self. With her free hand she waved for Sandy to come down.

Sandy pulled her self together and walked down.

Sandy stood on the other side of Thomas. Now she and Sara stroked Patrick's cock.

Sara continued her story.

“It was after the birthday party we were headed home. I had asked him why he seemed so shy around Marie. He just shrug his shoulder, and said 'I don't know'. I went to a motel, and checked us into a room. Despite denying it, he understood what I had in mind.

I took him by the hand sat him down on the bed. I gave him a kiss. We discussed sex. How a man gets his penis hard. I showed him about oral sex. He was speechless, and just shook his head when I asked if he would like to fuck me.

I had him take off my clothes. Then I removed all of his clothes. The first posistion I taught him was doggie style. He wsa very good. He had me cumming with out cumming first. I taught him other posistions. Wheelbarrow, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl among many others.

As time went on, Thomas got over his shyness with girls he liked. He asked Marie out and drove them on the date. I did not know Marie was only 13. She seemed far more developed and acted mature for her age. She was the second person he had sex with. We had talked about using condoms, and had arranged for Marie to be on birth control pills. They went together for four years. It was a couple of years later that Thomas met Naomi. We loved Marie but when she received a basketball scholarship, they decided to go their seperate ways, but have remaind friends. She is hear today, She is talking with Naomi

“You like a brother to Thomas. I would like to think of you as my son.” tears rolled down her cheeks while she said this.

She turned toward Patrick kneel down before him. He turned facing her, Sandy walked to the first row of pews sat down. Pulled down her slacks and panties. Playing with her self as she watched Sara close her eyes and take Patrick's cock into her mouth. She moved her mouth off it to take a breath and said “Fuck me Thomas”.

Patrick lifted Sara up. He opened the entire cover of the coffin. Thomas's whole body, from the top of his head to his bare feet was visible. She grabbed the edge of the casket, looking at her son as Patrick pulled up her dress, pulled down her nylons. His cock inserted into Sara.

The sight drove Sandy to her orgasm. Her body shivering with delight. She kept her eyes open, watching Patrick fucking Thomas's mother.

Sara shouted out “Oh Thomas! Why must I lose you! I love you so much, I love our fuck times.”

Patrick looked around hoping no one would be eavesdropping on Sara's goodbye. Seeing it was clear he fuck her harder with each thrust.

“I will never forget our last time together. And I thank you for your final gift.”

Patrick could feel Sara's orgasm and went faster so he would be able to cum with her. When they were done, Sandy had joined them. She was on her knees, she moved her face into Sara's cunt, taking in the juices in Sara's cunt.

When Sandy said “Oh Daddy.” , Patrick knew he needed to take time to be with Sandy, let her share her story, and as with Sara, take over for Thomas.

Patrick spent much of the day and even many months more listening to many other memories. He heard all of the ‘Precious Memories’