THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 1

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 1
Their son’s lust first turns dad on, then mom,
and turns into a complex menage of obsession.

by Oediplex 8==3~

Part 1: Secrets are revealed and lusts surface

Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husband Harry was fucking her. It was hot and heavy, hard and sweaty and she had cum twice already. Harry was verging on his eruption, and was going to take her with him, into a glorious third time. His pounding prick drove her into her, as he hadn’t done in years. It was wonderful. But it made her wonder, what had released the demon lover in her spouse? Then Harry blasted into her, with a great throbbing cum, and she sailed over the moon in a wonderful peak, that drove every thought from her mind, and filled her brain with the electrical storm of sexual pleasure.

Only afterward, as her husband lay beside her snoring, as she was drifting off to sleep, did the question resurface. But by then, she was too tired to hold the thread of the thought. She dreamed a stream of wild, but happy scenes; until her mother popped up from somewhere in her subconsciousness. Just like when she was a young girl, her mother took a lecturing tone of voice, and repeated words that had been heard in real life, except that her mother was gone, and Mandy was herself now older. Still, the strident tones were almost as if Mandy’s matriarch were present in the room, and making another of her warnings about men.

“Amanda, you listen to what I’m saying, and remember it! If he brings flowers, or a present for no reason, take heed. If out of the blue he gets frisky, when he was more sedate of late, then there is another woman for sure. Just like your father. If he is up for making whoopy, when he comes back from being away, he’s been up to no good, and cheating on you. Sure as the sun rises, he has some floozy fiddling with his stalk, and you’re getting the left-over energy; until he leaves you for her, and you don’t get nothin’, not even support. Men ain’t to be trusted, especially when they act out of character.”

And that was when she woke up. The morning light filtering through the curtains, and uncertainty seeping into her mind. A niggling little doubt, made the pondering in her waking awareness, become a creeping insecurity in her heart. Harry had recently returned from a trip. But he had taken their son, Jack, with him; so her brain countered the doubts. Surely he wouldn’t have been seeing a mistress there, that was the first time he had ever gone to Schenectady. But, what if he got a prostitute? Not with our eighteen year old boy, Jack, along; the debate was made in her head. Had he gone off with a hooker, to a sleazy room? This whole line of thinking was crazy, Harry wasn’t like that. Her hubby was nothing like her father had been, a womanizing, no account, who had left them for a redhead, and never sent a cent back, of financial help.

But still, he hadn’t been gone but four days, what was up? Beside that thick dick of his. Not that she was complaining about the royal drubbing he had given her pussy. But it was like he had taken Viagra, or some aphrodisiac that sparked the sex drive into high gear. Should she ask him, or leave well enough alone? Men were so touchy, about their manliness. Fragile egos might be bruised, and then no more ‘Mr. He-man’ in bed. She had read it in Cosmo, and they talked about that on “The View”, her morning TV show, just the other day. But Dr. Phil said the key to good relationships, and indeed good sex, was communication between spouses. So she determined to ask him. Right after she fixed him his favorite breakfast. After all, the way to a man’s heart etc., and a full stomach couldn’t hurt, when it came to wheedling the truth out.

So when her two men were well fed that morning, and young Jack had gone off to see a friend of his, Mandy began to question Harry. “You were a tiger last night!” Start with a compliment, men were susceptible to flattery, even more than gals, she knew. “What got you turned on so hot? Was it my new perfume?” She in fact had put on something she hadn’t worn in a while, but was a birthday gift from a couple years ago.

“Yeah, Babe, and I hadn’t seen you in days.”

Okay, that was not what was going on. “But you were really on top of your game. You made me cum and cum, did you get Viagra, or something from the doctor, and mean to surprise me?”

“No, I didn’t need a pill. I was turned on by you, darling, you are so sexy and beautiful; I couldn’t help myself.”

Enough of this pussyfooting about furious fucking, thought Mandy. “No more than what I have been for the last two years. So what is it Harry, are you having an affair at the office?”

“Jeez! No, Mandy, what the hell gave you that idea?”

“Tell me the truth Harry Kincaid! What’s going on? Did you rent a call girl in Schenectady, and with our son there too? Did he know?” A horrifying thought struck her. “You didn’t share a whore with Jack, did you? Tell me our child is still a virgin!”

“He is, as far as I know. But really, Honey, nothing happened on our trip. I was in conferences most of the day, Jack went out to the movies in the afternoons. At night we went to a nice restaurant, and then back to the hotel, and watched TV. I had to get up early for the business lectures, and Jack slept late. Ask him, nothing naughty happened, I was – I am faithful to you. I always have been, I always will be. You’re just insecure, because of your lousy dad.”

He continued, “You know I love you with all my heart, and I worship your sexy body. Honestly!!” He came over, hugged her and kissed her, then kissed her some more, then Frenched her. She could feel him getting stiff. “Jack’s gone for a while to his buddy’s, you want to have some more fun? How about on the couch?”

“What if Jack comes back unexpectedly? We wouldn’t want to shock the kid.”

“I don’t think that would phase him, to see his folks fucking, after all, he listens outside our door every time he can, to hear us screw. But I know he won’t be back for hours, they were going to work on some school project, which they have to finish in a few days.” Harry bluffed, about the security of their not being interrupted. Actually, he would not be all that unhappy, if their son caught them ‘in flagrante delicti’. But he couldn’t confess that, to his spouse.

Mandy was lured into the lurid proposition, by the spontaneity of her hubby’s romantic idea.