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An Old Man Speaks
by jsr (storytellerxxx5@gmail.com)
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An old man speaks of his life with his wife, sister in
law, and his son and daughter. (Mdom/Ff, mF, Mf, inc,
ped, 1st, control)
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Author Note: This story is fiction, but is based on some
real events in my life.
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My name is Mark, and this is my life.
My first wife died when my son was two years old. I
being a shy individual, had a hard time meeting women.
Most of those I did meet, were turned off, when I
mentioned that I had a small son. It seems that they did
not want to bring up someone another person's child. It
took me five years to find a young lady who would take
on that responsibility. By now my son was seven.
This lady, Billie, was eight years younger than I. We
both liked to bowl, and joined a mixed league. After
bowling, we would go to the lounge and listen to the
music, and have a few drinks. Once in a while there
would be a slow song, and we would dance to it. She
seemed to get along well with my son (Kenny).
We got to be good friends with Dan and Carol, from our
bowling league. They had a young family also, and we
would go see them at their home now and then. Their son
James was about the same age as Kenny. Dan was a tall
slender good looking guy, and Carol was short, nice
looking, but a little on the heavy side, but not a lot.
She was still a nice package.
We dated for about 6 months, before I asked her to marry
me. She said yes and we were married two months later. I
had no relatives in the area, and she just had her mom,
dad and sister. All of whom I got along with very well.
Her sister was a mink, in her way of thinking. For those
of you who do not know, in my day a girl who would fuck
just about anyone, was a mink if she was good looking,
and whore if she were just average or less in the looks
department.
I decided that Billie would go on birth control, as I
wanted a couple of years without a baby complicating
things. This would give us a little more time to get to
know each other better. I also insisted that we would be
nude after 6PM, or after guests had left, which ever was
later. I also told her that she was not to wear anything
to bed. I did not want even a piece of cloth to come
between us.
She asked about Kenny seeing her like that. I said,
"Yes, and he will know the difference between men and
women. You will not have to wonder if he is trying to
peek at you when you are dressing, or in the shower,
because he will already know what you tits, ass and
pussy look like."
*
A few months after the marriage, Kelly (my sister in
law) started coming on to me. I mentioned it to Billie,
and she said, go ahead, then tell me if she is as good
as she thinks she is. That shocked me, but I decided
that if the opportunity ever arose, when I had the time
and place to do it, I would fuck Kelly, I had my wife's
approval after all.
About three months later, Kelly came to the house when
Billie and Kenny were gone. I got my chance to fuck her,
and I took it. I even talked her into letting me take
some pictures of her nude and with my cock inside of her
pussy, one of her giving me a blow job, and one of me
fucking her ass.
Later that night, I told Billie about it and showed her
the pictures. She grabbed the pictures and said, "I am
glad you took pictures, now I can get even with her."
"For what?" I asked.
"As teen's, she kept steeling my boyfriends. Now she is
going to do what I tell her, or mom and dad will see
these."
I said, "What about me?"
"You cannot be identified by these, so there is no
problem."
I never told her that her sister was better in bed than
she was.
I noticed that there was a little animosity between
Billie and Kenny. Nothing serious, but I started
watching them closer. Billie, it seemed, thought that an
8 year old (he had just turned 8 shortly after the
wedding) should think and behave as an adult, and this
was causing the friction.
I talked to Billie, and tried to get her to understand,
that an 8 year old would never think like an adult,
because he did not have the experiences, that adults
have, so he could hardly think like one. She tried to
back off, but it was hard for her. She had never been
around young children, even when she was young, except
for her sister.
One day Billie asked me what she should tell Kenny when
he asked questions, which related to sex. I told her to
tell him the truth, in a manner that he could
understand. She said, "Why don't you tell him?"
"First he asked you, and second in my opinion, mothers
should teach their sons, as they can teach how to
pleasure a woman in bed. A man should teach daughters,
for the reason he can teach them how to pleasure a man,
better than a woman can."
She just said all right.
A couple of weeks later Kenny said something about sex,
and I asked him where he learned it, and he said in sex-
ed at school. I said to myself, they sure did not have
sex-ed when I was in school, any mention of sex would
cause you to be disciplined, and reported to your
parents.
*
Two months after Kenny turned 10, our daughter (Eileen)
was born. After seeing the way that Billie acted with
Kenny, I decided that we would have no more children. I
then had a vasectomy. I remember when it was over, in
the Doctor's office, he told me go out and have fun,
then he turned to Billie and said, "You choose your
friends carefully."
We all three laughed. As we left his office, I heard him
mutter something that sounded like; he thinks I am
kidding. I just dismissed it, as something I had heard,
but was not what he had said.
Billie was not like most women, in that she did not
enjoy window shopping, she always said that she hated
it. However, when Eileen was about three, she started
going out on Wednesday evenings with friends to window
shop. While I thought it was strange, I felt that it
would do her good, to get out with her friends now and
then.
This continued for several weeks, with her getting home
later and later. Then one morning we got up and she was
ill. She said that it must have been something that she
ate, but the next morning it was the same. I never said
anything to her, but it looked like morning sickness to
me.
I insisted that she see the doctor, so she set up an
appointment. Usually she would set them up after I got
home from work so that I could go with her, but this
time she set it up for an early morning appoint. I asked
why and she said it was the only time they had open, and
that her mom would take care of Eileen, while she was
gone.
When I got home, she told me that she had a female
problem, and that her uterus would need to scraped. It
would be out patient, and would be done next week. I
said nothing, but arranged to take her to the hospital
for it to be done.
About 4 months later, we had a repeat of the morning
sickness, and again she said the doctor said that they
must have missed something, and she would have to have
the scraping of the uterus done again. Again I did not
say anything, but I knew that this was the second
abortion in 4 months, and that her Wednesday nights out
were not with the girls.
A week later, she told me that the doctor advised her to
have her tubes tied. She said that he told her that it
would stop this problem she was having with her uterus.
In my mind, I said, yes it will stop you from getting
pregnant again. At this point, I did not know who, or
how many guys she was fucking.
Three weeks later, she had her tubes tied, and she
stopped going out on Wednesday evenings. However, when I
would go out of town on company business, I heard about
the different cars that pulled up into my driveway, and
left early in the mornings. It appeared that she was
seeing more than one guy. Either that, or she was
setting it up so that it looked like several guys.
*
One evening, when she was out in the garden, I was
talking to Kenny, he was 15 at the time. He said
something about Billie, which he could only have know if
he had been fucking her. I questioned him, and he said
that he had started fucking her when he was 11. This did
not bother me, as I had given her permission to teach
him about sex, but then he mentioned that a friend of
mine came over a lot when I was out of town.
I asked her to tell me what happens then, and he said
that he and Eileen (she was about 6 at the time) were
sent to bed early whenever the friend came over. I told
him not to let her know that we had this discussion, and
if he wanted he could keep fucking her as much as he
wanted. "Good," he said, "but how good is she?"
I replied, "She is very good, but not as good as your
mom was, but dono't ever tell her I said that."
I was looking at a medical bill one evening, when I
noticed a charge for an STD test, for Billie. I asked
her about it, and she said that she had it done about
every 3 months before, because she was afraid she might
pick up something from the toilet seats, when she is
out.
I said nothing, but it is fairly common knowledge that
it is more likely to be hit by lightning than get an STD
from a toilet seat. It just confirmed that she was still
fucking around.
When Kenny graduated from high school, he and a friend
took an apartment together. It was near our place so I
saw him a couple of times a week. On day shortly after
he moved out, he asked me about Billie. I asked about
her. He asked me, did I mind if he kept fucking her? I
told him as long as she said it is all right, then he
could go ahead. Then he asked about his roommate, and I
said that is between him and her. But if she said yes,
to make sure he had no STDs.
Eileen, was now about 8 years old. She came to me one
evening and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
I replied, "Sure honey, what do you want to know?"
She stood there and dragged her toe around, looking at
the floor and then mumbled, "It's kind of personal,
maybe I should ask mom."
"Whatever it is, I can help you, if you ask your mom,
she's just going to tell you what she always tells you:
go ask your dad, he's the smart one in the family."
"I guess," she said.
"Now, tell me what is bothering you."
"Well, some girls in school today were talking about
boys... and they said that a boy's dick, had to go
inside of a girls pussy to make a baby. Are they right?"
she asked.
I said yes that it was right, but that it didn’t always
make a baby, and that she was still too young for that
to happen. "Also, boys your age don't produce the sperm
that is needed in your pussy to make a baby."
I couldn't help it, my dick was getting hard, talking
about this, and she noticed.
"How does something that big (she pointed at my cock)
get inside of a girl?"
I said, "Boys you age have a much smaller onse, but
you're not to let them put their inside of you."
"Why not?" she asked. "I would like to have a baby."
"When you are older, you will have one, but right now
your body is not ready, and it will take a few more
years before it is.
"Any more questions about this? I asked.
"Not now, I don't but I might some other time," she
said.
I told her that anytime she had a question about
anything, I would be glad to explain to her, what she
needed to know. All right Daddy, she said and started
doing her homework.
From then on, every few days, she would come and ask
questions, mostly about sex. I tried to answer her
truthfully in words that she could understand.
One day she asked if I had put my cock into her mom and
had her brother. I said no, Kenny's mother died when he
was a baby, and I married your mom a few years later.
Then she asked, "Did you stick it in mom and make me?
"Yes," I said.
"I would like to know how it got into her, it looks
bigger than her pussy," she asked.
"Trust me," I said, it will go in her."
"All right daddy," she said.
She was almost 13 when she had her first period. One
night she came and woke me up and whispered, dad I have
a problem, please come to my room. I went to her room,
and she said look, I am bleed a little from my pussy. I
asked her if she remembered me telling her about
periods.
"Yes," she said.
I replied, "You're having your first one. I will get
dressed and go to the store to get you something for it.
I'll be back in a little while."
At the store, I asked a female clerk, what would be best
for a 13 year old who was having her first period. She
found the right sized pads and I bought a box, and
thanked her for her help. When I got home her mom was up
and with her. "I was afraid that you might get the wrong
size," she said, "but these are just fine."
*
The next time she had a doctor's appointment, I went
with her. After her exam, and she was finished, I told
her to wait for me in the waiting room, as I wanted to
talk to the doctor for a minute. Once she was gone, I
said, "Doctor, the way young kids are today, I think it
would be advantageous for her to go on birth control. Do
you see any problem with that?"
"No," she said, "it's probably a very good precaution. I
will write a prescription for them now."
When we got home, Billie wasn't there, so I sat Eileen
down and said and told her that I had a prescription for
her to take. That it was birth control pills.
"But daddy, how can I have your baby, then?"
I said, "Honey, I don't want you to have a baby until
after you graduate from high school, that is another 4
years. This is just a precaution, in case something
happens that should not happen."
"But daddy, what could happen?"
"Well, let's take a for instance. Let's say one of the
boys in your class decides that he wants to fuck you."
"I won't let him," she said.
"Yes, I know," I said, "but what if he forces you to? Or
another, is if someone raped you? By taking these pills
as the doctor prescribed, it would stop you from getting
pregnant, in those instances."
"All right daddy, I will take them, just because you
want me to."
I then said, "I can teach you something you can do that
the boys will like, and it won't make you pregnant."
"What is it?" she asked excitedly.
"Have you ever heard the expression “a blow job”? I
asked.
"Yes," she said, "but I don't know what it means."
I said, "Let's go to your room and I'll teach you all
about it."
"Great!" she said, and followed me.
In her room, I showed her how to lick my cock, and then
how to put it in her mouth, and use her tongue on it.
Just before I started to cum, I took it out of her mouth
and said, "I'm going to cum in your mouth. I want you to
swallow most of it, but keep some in your mouth so that
you can taste it. I am also going to push it back into
your throat. It might get a little uncomfortable, but
don't worry, you know that I won't hurt you."
I then had her take my cock again in her mouth. I slowly
pushed it back into her throat, and it surprised me that
she took the whole thing. I told her to start licking
again, and in a couple of minutes, I told her I was
going to put the slit back into her mouth. "Like I said
before, swallow most of it, but leave some in your mouth
so you can taste it."
Then I came, blowing my load in my daughter's mouth, a
lot more than usual, probably because it was my little
girl, and I was giving her, her first blow job, and a
full load, of a man's cum.
When I had finished cumming, I slowly pulled out of her
mouth and asked her what she thought. She told me that
the cum tasted sort of like salty fish. I replied, that
I had not heard it described that way before, but, that
I took it that she liked the taste.
"Oh! Yes daddy," she said.
I told her that when we get the chance we would do it
again, so that she would learn how to do it well. "By
the way sweetheart, for a first time, you did very
well."
She said, "Can I tell mom and my brother about it?"
I replied, "I would not say anything to your mom, but if
you tell your brother, be sure to tell him not to tell
her also.
"By the way has he been coming over with his roommate?"
"Yes," she replied, "and they go into your bedroom with
mom. After a while they all come out and they look like
they've been exercising hard.
"Well," I said, "don't worry about that. I'll explain
that to you one of these days."
Eileen then said, "You mean they are fucking mom?"
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"The other day after they left, I told mom she looked
like she had been exercising. She asked me what I meant.
And I told her that she was hot and sweaty, and so were
the boys. Then she said, 'yes, they wore me out.' Does
she get that way when you fuck her? Eileen asked.
I said that I would tell her about that another time.
A few minutes later, we were setting in the living room,
watching TV, when Billie came in. It appeared to me that
she must have just came from the boys apartment, as she
was flush and there were beads of sweat on her arms. It
was not that hot out. Eileen started to say something,
but I shook my head no, and she did not say anything.
I told her that the doctor had suggested that we put
Eileen on birth control, and she now had a prescription.
"Good," she said, "we do not want our little minx to get
pregnant," giving me a meaningful look.
*
I had a 5 day convention, a week or so later. It was in
a nearby city. To close to warrant checking in at the
hotel, so I drove every day. I would leave every morning
about 7AM to get there before the 8AM start. I would get
home, about midnight. The third day, things wound down a
little early, and I got home at 10:30PM.
When I drove into the drive way, there was a friend of
mine's car sitting there. I figured that he has just
stopped on his way home from somewhere, then I noticed
there were no lights on in the house. I went in, and
turned the living room lights on, and the TV. The
bedroom door was shut, so I knew that he was fucking
Billie. A minute or two later, he came out of the
bedroom carrying his clothing, and went straight out the
door.
Billie came out a few seconds later. She begged with me
not to be mad at either of them. She said, "You know how
charming he can be." I told her that she would make a
video recording, saying that she had been unfaithful to
me for many years, and that she is solely at fault if we
get a divorce.
She agreed that I was to get custody of Eileen, and that
she Billie would get nothing, no alimony, just her
clothing. I told her to sign the label on the tape, and
date it. Then I told her that from now on, if I even
heard a rumor that she was fucking around, I would take
the tape to my attorney, and file for divorce.
She would be allowed to continue being my wife, but that
she would now sleep in Kenny's old room. If I brought
ladies into the house, she was to stay in her room. She
would not be allowed to go out of the house without
either Eileen, or myself being with her. Breaking any
rule that I set would autocratically be grounds for
divorce.
If I found that she was having men in while I was gone,
and Eileen was in school, she would be out immediately,
with just what she was wearing when I found out.
That meant that she would be on the street nude. I also
told her that I would have Eileen type up all the rules
and print 4 copies. All four copies were to be signed by
both herself, and by me. She would get one copy, one
would go to my attorney, one would go to Kenny, and the
other one would go in my safe, which she did not have
the combination for.
She would be a virtual prisoner, in our home. Eileen and
I would occasional take her to a movie, just to let her
get out a little. However, she lost the love of both
Kenny and Eileen.
I retired, just about the time that Eileen graduated
from high school. I decided to move to a different area
of the country. I asked Kenny if he want to go, and he
said no my life is here. Eileen said, "I want to go with
you dad."
I then told Billie that Eileen and I were leaving. She
begged us to take her with us. I told her that if we
did, she would not be acknowledged as my wife, but as my
crazy sister. That Eileen would be my wife from that
point on.
Billie agreed to go under those circumstances. I also
told her that no matter where we ended up, she would be
confined to the house, since she would be a crazy sister
to me. All doors and windows to any house we got would
be fixed so that she could not open them. Doors would
have dead bolts that need a key from either side to
open, and the windows would be fixed so that they would
only open about 2 inches. She agreed, and she
acknowledged that Eileen would be my wife. Against my
better judgment, we took her with us.
We ended up in a small town, and every one accepted us
at face value. Eileen was 4 months pregnant with our
first child. After we got settled in a house, I called
on the local police chief. I told him that my sister was
certified as crazy, and we had to take care of her. If
she were to get out of the house, no telling what she
might do. I gave them Kenny's phone number in case of
emergency, saying that he was the child of my first
wife.
Five months later, when I brought our daughter home from
the hospital, we found that someone had broken into the
house, and Billie had been raped and then strangled. The
rapist and murderer were never found.
As soon as we could, we moved to another town a couple
of days drive from where Billie had died. I called Kenny
and asked if he wanted to come down with us, and he said
that maybe in a few months, as he was getting married
and asked us to come back for the wedding. I told him
that we would never, ever be back there. If he wanted to
see us, he would have to come where we were.
That was 20 years ago. Eileen and I have 4 children and
3 grandchildren on the way. Kenny has 4 children and 2
grandchildren on the way. He and his wife live to
minutes away from us.
My advice to you young kids, is make sure you know a lot
more about the person that you are going to marry, that
just how good they are in bed. Make sure you know more
about their, and your mental state before you go off the
deep end.
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Comments on my stories are always welcome.
storytellerxxx5@gmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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