Incest and Me – The Proposal

Incest and Me – The Proposal
(MFf, conc, exhib, inc)

This story is the cooperative effort of 4 women. It was developed from discussions about what might have been had their backgrounds and experiences been a bit more different and exciting when they were much younger. Nothing in the story reflects in any way events that took place in any of their lives. That means the story is fiction and is not true.

My name is Gwen, and I’ve been involved in incest for many years. I can truly say that I think it was of great value to me that my dad took my virginity and taught me as he did. His was a very tender method and it taught me that a man can be loving and gentle when having sex and that I should expect my needs to be fulfilled just as should the male in a coupling.

When I got older, I was prepared when some of my dates began suggesting we do more than attend a sporting event or large group social gathering. Of the 17 guys I dated only 3 got their hands on my body and only 2 were able to get into my pants. The first one was Greg and the second was my husband Martin. Martin knew about Greg and actually knew Greg in high school, then both attended the same college and became good friends there. It was not until Martin and I became a couple when they were home from school and I had allowed him favors that I told him about Greg and what we had done. It was somewhat later that I told him about my relationship with my dad.

My tender years were marked by love from both my parents This love seemed to grow when I was nearly 14 and a health emergency occurred in our family. I was totally unaware that my parents had any ideas that might involve sex and me. One evening after supper, mom and dad called me down to the living room from my room where I was studying.

When I got down to the living room, mom told me to take a seat and suggested I sit next to my dad on the couch. This night she was in the armchair and dad was on the couch. I thought it was a little strange though since he usually sat in his recliner, but I took a seat as asked. After I settled in, my dad put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me a bit closer to him.

The three of us sat there for what seemed like a pregnant hour, but it was only maybe 30 seconds till my mom broke the silence. “Gwen,” she started, “you know I’ve been having some health problems lately and now I need to have surgery. Your dad and I have been talking it over and we’ve decided that we’re going to ask you to do something to help us.”

I was shocked that mom was that sick and was worried that she was going to die. After thinking for a little bit, I asked her that very thing, “Mom, are you going to die?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m not going to die, but some things are going to change in my body and that’s why we decided to bring this to you now,” she told me.

“How does it involve me,” I asked?

My mom thought for a few seconds and then began, “The surgery I have to have is to remove most of my female organs. They found a tumor on my uterus and some pre cancer cells on the bottom of my vagina so the doctor says he needs to take part of my vagina out too.”

She hesitated a few more seconds then took a deep breath before continuing, “That means that your dad and I won’t be able to have traditional sex any longer. I want him to be able to enjoy what he really deserves, but I want him to be able to do it safely. Too many women in the world today aren’t very selective as to who they pick as sex partners so it would be dangerous to do it with most of them.”

“But mom, how does that involve me,” I again questioned?

“Please don’t rush me,” my mom said to me, “this is hard enough for me to start with.”

She took another breath and continued, “Your dad and I have been talking and we want to ask you a favor.