Incest is Truly Best

Incest is truly Best

I’m Jack, 52, 5’ 10, 175 lbs, brown hair, in good shape. I am divorced so many years now, over 20, that I can hardly remember why I even got married to the ex. She was a control freak and very obsessive. It lasted a mere 3 years. No kids, so it was an easy split. I have a small, 3 bedroom home, nothing fancy, but I like it. I do date, but never wanted to be tied down again, so I try to pick women who also do not want any commitments, just fun and sex.

This story though, is about my cousin Sharon, who is 50, and in a bad relationship. Her soon to be ex, is an asshole, who is both a verbal and physical abuser, plus a lazy drunk who couldn’t keep a job if his life depended on it. This is Sharon’s 2nd marriage. She is 5’4, 165 lbs., 38DD, blond hair and the prettiest blue eyes. She has 2 daughters from her first marriage. Lisa, the oldest is 32 and one kid, and Julie, who is 30, married and has one kid as well.

Sharon’s mom, and my mom are sisters, and unfortunately, both sets of parents have passed on. Sharon has an older sister, who lives in California, and hardly comes back here any more. I have an older brother, and he lives in Texas, and I don’t see him too much.

When we were growing up, we always visited my aunt and Sharon, and many a time, I would spend weekends with them, or Sharon would spend with us. They lived almost an hour from us in the country, so I really liked going out there and explore the woods with her. She was a tomboy, hands down. We were always together and had so much fun.

As we grew into teenagers, things changed, as they should. We both started to look at each differently. I was starting to take shape with muscle, and she started developing as a woman, a very shapely woman. In the summers, we’d go hiking to this big pond, that had a small waterfall. We loved it there and used to go skinny dipping all the time, though our parents never knew that one.

When I was 17 and she was 15, we went skinny dipping the one day, and she was really filling out in the chest department and her pussy was covered in hair now. It just seemed natural for us to be naked together. Then one day, she asked if she could touch my cock, since she never had before. I said sure, as long as I could touch her as well. She said sure, why not, but we can’t tell anyone. I agreed with that.

Now I had been masturbating for a while now, and really never looked at Sharon sexually, until that day. When she started rubbing my cock, it grew to its full hardness. She was mesmerized by it, asi was with her, at the time, 36C tits. Big, pink areola’s and nipples. I even ran my finger down her slit, which was very wet now. Long story short, that day she gave me my first blow job, and I ate her, for my first time eating a woman. We both came too, rather quickly. We both wanted to go further, but thought better of it. We played on a many occasions, but never had intercourse.

A few years later, she met her future husband and all of that stopped. She married right after graduation from high school. I was in the wedding and it was lovely, and she looked beautiful too. Of course her parents didn’t think she should marry yet, but young love can make you do dumb things. But, we still stayed close and visited each other all the time, and I liked her husband. He was a good man and took care of her and the kids. Unfortunately, he was killed in a car accident 10 years later.

I was married a few years after Sharon, and Sharon could not stand my ex. She thought she was a bitch. But like I said, it only lasted 3 years, and Sharon was so happy when I divorced. After that, Sharon was always trying to fix me up with her friends, but I always begged off because I did not want a relationship again. She said that I needed a good woman in my life, and I said, well you are married so there isn’t any out there. She would just laugh the comment off.

A few years after her husband died, she met her current husband. I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. He is the type that talks big, but does nothing. There was many a time over the years, she would come over to my house, with the kids, and stay with me because of his abusiveness. I tried to get her to leave, but she said he was going to change and felt if she divorced, it would mean she was a failure. I told her she was full of shit, and said the best thing she could do for her and the kids is get away from him, but she stuck it out. I did corner him one day and told him if I ever hear of you touching her again, I would come over and beat the shit of him, and he knew I could too.

This past April, our lives would change in a big way.

It was the first week of April, a chilly Friday evening, when there was a knock on the door. I couldn’t imagine who it could be at 10pm. I opened the door to She Sharon standing there. Her cheek was red and had a big knot under her one eye. I let her in and asked what happened. As she came in she hugged me and started crying. After she calmed a bit, she told me how her and Bill had a fight and he hit her. He told her to get the fuck out and never come back. I asked what caused this, and she said it was because he was drunk and wanted sex and she told him no. She was tired of how he treated her and she was not fucking him anymore, until he changed his ways.

After she was calming down, I went to the kitchen and got us some beers, and we sat on the couch and just talked. I told her you are through with this asshole. She asked where she was going to go? I told her, she could stay here until she felt she wanted to be on her own. I said I have more than enough space, and it would be nice to have someone else here, that I actually like and adore. She finally agreed that it was time to move on and be happy for once, in a long time.

We talked some more about other things, to get her mind off of what happened earlier. She asked if she could shower and I said, anything you want dear, this is now your place too. She said that she didn’t have any clothes for sleeping in. I said I’d be right back, and brought her out a big flannel shirt that I have, that I knew would cover her nicely. And off she went to shower.

As she showered, I called a friend of mine, who happens to be a deputy sheriff, and asked if he was busy in the morning. He said no, and after I told him about what happened to Sharon and my idea of going there tomorrow to collect as many things that belonged to her, and it would be nice to throw a scare into that asshole. He whole heartily agreed and said he would talk to that county’s sheriff office to let them know he was accompanying us to help keep the peace.

When Sharon came out of the shower, she looked so good in that shirt. Not sure if she was wearing panties, but I could see her big nipples poking through the shirt. He boobs were much bigger now, after having two kids. I had also changed into sweats and a t-shirt.

She came back over to me on the couch, and curled up next to me. I placed the blanket, that was on the back of the couch, over her bare legs. I told her that we are going to her place tomorrow morning and collecting everything she owns from there. She said there is no way he’d allow that. I said, oh yeah he will and told her how my friend Tony, the deputy, is going with us.

She looked at me and said she was scared and just wants to hide. I said, don’t worry, he’ll never bother you again, trust me on that. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and said, she loved me, and that I was the only man she ever felt completely comfortable with. I said, Sweetie, I love you too and always have and always will, and kissed her forehead. She then drifted off to sleep. I too, drifted off to sleep, not wanting to disturb her, since she already had a wicked night.

The next morning, we pretty much were in the same position, except her one hand was laying in my lap, and my hand, that was around her, was resting on her one boob. Thankfully she was still asleep, and I had a raging hard on, more like a piss hard. I gently moved her hand, so she wouldn’t think I was some pervert, and also moved my hand from her boob. She stirred a little, as I got up to take care of business and get coffee going.

I went and showered as the coffee maker brewed away. When I came out, Sharon was up and off the couch. I found her in the kitchen, reaching up into the one cupboard that help the cups. As she stretched, the shirt rode up and gave me a good view of her ass, which was not covered with any panties. Damn, I thought to myself, nice view this morning.

She turned to face me and smiled. I looked at her and said, shit, that has to hurt, because her big knot was showing signs of black and blue. She said it did hurt, but will go away soon, so this must have happened before. I said knot or no knot, you are still pretty. She blushed and said thanks. I told her Tony would be here by 9, which was 45 minutes away. So she drank some coffee and then went and got dressed.

Tony arrived right on time, and I made introductions. He asked Sharon if she wanted to press charges, and she said, not at this time, but will depend on how he acts this morning. We stopped at a U-Haul place and rented a van to use. I told her to take whatever is hers, no matter what it is, and that we’ll figure out how to store it. She agreed but said most of the stuff she didn’t want, it was so old. Tony already alerted the sheriff office of what time we would arrive and they said they would send a car out there.

When we arrived, the place looked quiet. Sharon got out of the van and went up to the door. The screen door was locked, so she banged on the door.