Straight Male / 55
Mother & Sister Sex
I got my mum & Sister pregnant, but I didn't know that I had, nor did I know who they were, this may sound very strange and suspect ? But here is how it all came about.
My father died suddenly when I was 5, and my sister was nearly 3 years old. As you can imagine it was a devastating event for us all, my mother was only 22 at the time, my father 23, my mum struggled to cope, and look after us, and the only family she had to turn to, was my uncle and auntie, and eventually I started to spend a lot of time with them. As my sister and I were quite settled, and my mum was able to cope a lot better, I just stayed with my aunt and uncle, and I saw my mum and sister a lot, as they stayed in the same village. My uncle was an engineer, and one day he told me that I would have to go back to my mum's, because he was being promoted, which meant moving down south 500 miles away.
So my uncle and aunt moved away, I moved back with my mum, but it was apparent that I was missing my uncle, who had become like a father to me, eventually it was thought best by all that I should move to my aunt and uncles 500 miles away. All was well til my mum met an American serviceman, from the airbase not far from where she lived, and whom she later married, I was at the wedding, and all was fine, my mum was happy, my sister was happy, things couldn't have been better for them. Then one day my step dad as he had become, was summoned by his commanding Officer, who informed him that he was being recalled back to the states.
Sadly this was the start of us all drifting apart, because there was no internet, or video calling in those days, with just plain old letter, and transatlantic phone calls which were expensive, the only way of keeping in touch. Despite this my sister settled with her mum, and was happy, I was with my aunt & uncle, and we both ( as I know now ) had a decent life, and upbringing. Then when I was 15 tragedy struck once again, as my uncle got killed in a car crash by a drunk driver, my auntie became like a zombie, and started drinking heavily etc, she eventually only went out to the shops to buy food, alcohol, and cigarettes. One thing that I had appreciated as I went through my puberty and adolescence, was that my auntie had great legs, because she wore sort of knee length skirts, which showed of her legs, especially when she sat down, yes her legs were very sexy and shapely, not fat or skinny, just perfect legs as far as I was concerned. Eventually my auntie started to lawl about the house all day in her nightie, as I was now at college full time, eventually she started parading, about the house naked.
Now as I said previously she most definitely had great legs, not only that, she had nice tits, and nice hairy beaver, and I was a normal horny teenager of 16, so no surprises at this. One day she caught me wanking , I had found a pair of her panties, and had them lying on my bed, pretending she was wearing them, and was wanking myself off, she didn't say anything she just came and sat beside me and said to me, my you have become a big boy, I think its time to stop the wanking, and at that she took off her nightie, revealing her sexy body, my cock got even harder and throbbed, she lead me to her bed, and laid me down on top of it, and mounted me, and boy did she ride me, when I came in her, it felt like my balls had completely exploded and emptied in her soaking wet beaver, which was the start of me shagging her every time I got the chance.
I went to college, and eventually had to move to another college 300 hundred miles away to complete my training as a qualified telephone technician, I got a good job back near where I lived before my uncles promotion, so I was ' back home ', and I moved into my own flat, I started going out, but I was looking at older women, as the younger ones round about my age, were not really doing anything for me.
One night I saw this woman, who I reckoned was at least 20 years older than me, she had nice legs,a good cleavage, and it was clear that I fancied her, I got talking to her, and eventually we had a wee dance or two, then I took to her hotel room, where I rogered her a good 3 times, filling her with hot creamy spunk, each time. I went with her for a couple of weeks, then she had to leave, to go back home, she never told me where, ( unknown to me, to see about a flat, or a house, of her own, so she could move back home from the States ) so I thought it was just a fling and moved on.
About 6 months later I was out on the town with some work mates and we were in a bar and I noticed this woman about the same age as me, and I took a fancy to her, I got chatting to her and arranged a date to go out for dinner, which we did, she had her own flat and I would stay there with her. She and I had a huge argument one night, cos I was pissed and that was that. Then one night I was in a bar and I spotted the older woman that I had met previously, so I went over to her and said hi, I took her back to my flat and rogered her silly, this went on for a few weeks, then out of the blue I got promoted to an area manager, problem was it was 130 miles away, but it was a good step up and nearly double my salary, so it was a no brainer.
I had been there about 2 months when I received news from a solicitor that my auntie had passed away, I was gutted despite the fact we had hardly spoke for months this was both our faults because she was never sober enough to try and have a conversation with, and all she did was rant about this and that, when I did manage to talk to her, she left everything to me including the house, and shares both her and my uncle had. I arranged her funeral in accordance with her wishes, and I travelled two nights before the funeral, and booked into a hotel nearby the house, but I wasn't prepared for what I experienced the following morning when I went downstairs to breakfast, because when I came out the dining room, I had to go by reception to get the lift up to my floor, and as I walked by I was stopped in my tracks, because there right in front of me booking in was the older woman that I had been sleeping with but also the young woman I had been sleeping with, and both were obviously pregnant, to say I was shocked is an understatement. My first thoughts were they've both found out Im here, cos I must be the dad, and they've came to confront me. I didn't know what to do so I sneaked up the stairs rather than go by .
I was in a tiz I didn't know what to do?: Didn't know if I should approach them, or do a runner, but I couldn't do that as my aunties funeral was the following day, so I decided on laying low that day, and more or less just stayed in my room. Unknown to me, both woman upon seeing me there were as shocked as I was, and they to kept a low profile that day too. The real drama was when I saw them turn up for the funeral, I wasn't expecting that, again I thought it was me they were after, but no they wern't after me, because if youv'e not guessed it by now, the two women were my mum and sister, yes thats right my mum & sister. Now I know your going to say surely you knew who they were, but the answer is no, because the older woman had blonde hair, my mothers hair that I can recall was blanket Brown. I'm not going to bore you with what happened next though, as it has no bearing on this confession.
My father died suddenly when I was 5, and my sister was nearly 3 years old. As you can imagine it was a devastating event for us all, my mother was only 22 at the time, my father 23, my mum struggled to cope, and look after us, and the only family she had to turn to, was my uncle and auntie, and eventually I started to spend a lot of time with them. As my sister and I were quite settled, and my mum was able to cope a lot better, I just stayed with my aunt and uncle, and I saw my mum and sister a lot, as they stayed in the same village. My uncle was an engineer, and one day he told me that I would have to go back to my mum's, because he was being promoted, which meant moving down south 500 miles away.
So my uncle and aunt moved away, I moved back with my mum, but it was apparent that I was missing my uncle, who had become like a father to me, eventually it was thought best by all that I should move to my aunt and uncles 500 miles away. All was well til my mum met an American serviceman, from the airbase not far from where she lived, and whom she later married, I was at the wedding, and all was fine, my mum was happy, my sister was happy, things couldn't have been better for them. Then one day my step dad as he had become, was summoned by his commanding Officer, who informed him that he was being recalled back to the states.
Sadly this was the start of us all drifting apart, because there was no internet, or video calling in those days, with just plain old letter, and transatlantic phone calls which were expensive, the only way of keeping in touch. Despite this my sister settled with her mum, and was happy, I was with my aunt & uncle, and we both ( as I know now ) had a decent life, and upbringing. Then when I was 15 tragedy struck once again, as my uncle got killed in a car crash by a drunk driver, my auntie became like a zombie, and started drinking heavily etc, she eventually only went out to the shops to buy food, alcohol, and cigarettes. One thing that I had appreciated as I went through my puberty and adolescence, was that my auntie had great legs, because she wore sort of knee length skirts, which showed of her legs, especially when she sat down, yes her legs were very sexy and shapely, not fat or skinny, just perfect legs as far as I was concerned. Eventually my auntie started to lawl about the house all day in her nightie, as I was now at college full time, eventually she started parading, about the house naked.
Now as I said previously she most definitely had great legs, not only that, she had nice tits, and nice hairy beaver, and I was a normal horny teenager of 16, so no surprises at this. One day she caught me wanking , I had found a pair of her panties, and had them lying on my bed, pretending she was wearing them, and was wanking myself off, she didn't say anything she just came and sat beside me and said to me, my you have become a big boy, I think its time to stop the wanking, and at that she took off her nightie, revealing her sexy body, my cock got even harder and throbbed, she lead me to her bed, and laid me down on top of it, and mounted me, and boy did she ride me, when I came in her, it felt like my balls had completely exploded and emptied in her soaking wet beaver, which was the start of me shagging her every time I got the chance.
I went to college, and eventually had to move to another college 300 hundred miles away to complete my training as a qualified telephone technician, I got a good job back near where I lived before my uncles promotion, so I was ' back home ', and I moved into my own flat, I started going out, but I was looking at older women, as the younger ones round about my age, were not really doing anything for me.
One night I saw this woman, who I reckoned was at least 20 years older than me, she had nice legs,a good cleavage, and it was clear that I fancied her, I got talking to her, and eventually we had a wee dance or two, then I took to her hotel room, where I rogered her a good 3 times, filling her with hot creamy spunk, each time. I went with her for a couple of weeks, then she had to leave, to go back home, she never told me where, ( unknown to me, to see about a flat, or a house, of her own, so she could move back home from the States ) so I thought it was just a fling and moved on.
About 6 months later I was out on the town with some work mates and we were in a bar and I noticed this woman about the same age as me, and I took a fancy to her, I got chatting to her and arranged a date to go out for dinner, which we did, she had her own flat and I would stay there with her. She and I had a huge argument one night, cos I was pissed and that was that. Then one night I was in a bar and I spotted the older woman that I had met previously, so I went over to her and said hi, I took her back to my flat and rogered her silly, this went on for a few weeks, then out of the blue I got promoted to an area manager, problem was it was 130 miles away, but it was a good step up and nearly double my salary, so it was a no brainer.
I had been there about 2 months when I received news from a solicitor that my auntie had passed away, I was gutted despite the fact we had hardly spoke for months this was both our faults because she was never sober enough to try and have a conversation with, and all she did was rant about this and that, when I did manage to talk to her, she left everything to me including the house, and shares both her and my uncle had. I arranged her funeral in accordance with her wishes, and I travelled two nights before the funeral, and booked into a hotel nearby the house, but I wasn't prepared for what I experienced the following morning when I went downstairs to breakfast, because when I came out the dining room, I had to go by reception to get the lift up to my floor, and as I walked by I was stopped in my tracks, because there right in front of me booking in was the older woman that I had been sleeping with but also the young woman I had been sleeping with, and both were obviously pregnant, to say I was shocked is an understatement. My first thoughts were they've both found out Im here, cos I must be the dad, and they've came to confront me. I didn't know what to do so I sneaked up the stairs rather than go by .
I was in a tiz I didn't know what to do?: Didn't know if I should approach them, or do a runner, but I couldn't do that as my aunties funeral was the following day, so I decided on laying low that day, and more or less just stayed in my room. Unknown to me, both woman upon seeing me there were as shocked as I was, and they to kept a low profile that day too. The real drama was when I saw them turn up for the funeral, I wasn't expecting that, again I thought it was me they were after, but no they wern't after me, because if youv'e not guessed it by now, the two women were my mum and sister, yes thats right my mum & sister. Now I know your going to say surely you knew who they were, but the answer is no, because the older woman had blonde hair, my mothers hair that I can recall was blanket Brown. I'm not going to bore you with what happened next though, as it has no bearing on this confession.
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