Joan’s story

This is Joan’s story as she told it to her son Steve, after he stumbled on his parents in a wild sex orgy late one night in their home.

When I was 15 and John, your dad, was 17, he started taking me out. We would go to movies, parties, plays, circuses, but the real excitement of the evening was always the sex that we had in the back seat of his father’s car before he drove me home. We were using condoms, but one night we ran out of condoms and we both wanted another fuck, so we fucked without any protection. A few weeks later it dawned on me that I had missed my period and must be pregnant. Soon after I started vomiting up my food. That settled it! I was pregnant! Oh shit!

I told John. He suggested that I could have an abortion, but I said that I wanted to have his baby. We both decided that we wanted to keep the baby. He told his father, who suggested that I should have an abortion. When John convinced him that we both wanted the baby, he called a family conference with John and me, John’s parents and my parents. My dad suggested that I should have an abortion. My mum asked why we did not use contraceptives. After some pretty heated discussion it was agreed that his parents and mine would contribute to support us. We would get married and have the baby. John’s father was anxious that John should not be set back scholastically.

Since neither of us ever went to church, we married in a registry office, and moved into a cheap house: one bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom. It did have a private back yard, with a small, above ground swimming pool, and a shady back veranda.

I went to school for the rest of the year and passed all my exams. John did very well in his final school exams and qualified to study law at university. By the end of the school year my breasts were bigger and did not fit in any of my bras, so I stopped wearing a bra. My belly swelled so my panties did not fit, so I stopped wearing panties. Those last weeks, going to school with no bra and no panties made me feel very horny. Fortunately John was there to fuck me every morning and every night.

When school finished the summer heat started. Our little house had no air conditioner, so I spent most of my time totally naked in the back yard. Every so often I would climb into the pool to cool off. Then I would climb out and lie in a recliner, without drying myself, and read one of the books that John had recommended. John took a summer job to augment the allowance that our families were giving us. When he arrived home each evening he would find me still naked and fuck me wildly, right there in the back yard.

For Christmas we went to my parents for Christmas eve and to John’s for Christmas day. I wore a piece of cloth wrapped around my body and tucked into itself under one armpit. Both times John mentioned that I had not worn a stitch of clothing for the past two weeks. Both mothers expressed their disapproval, both fathers grinned and said nothing.

On boxing day John and I were relaxing in the backyard. Since I was always naked, he decided that he would be naked too. Then my dad turned up, unannounced, mid-morning. I greeted him and gave him a hug and a kiss. He hugged me back, longer than was necessary, then told me how much being pregnant suited me; it made me look even more beautiful. I fetched beers for dad and John and iced water for me and took him out to the back yard for a chat. He commented that we were so much more relaxed about sex and nudity than his generation. We discussed names for the baby, without deciding anything. We invited him to take a dip in our pool, but he declined.

After he left I asked John, “What do you think dad wanted?” “I think that deep down he wanted sex, although he probably would never admit it, even to himself.