And, just like John, Jan found herself masturbating a lot nowadays. However, unlike John, she preferred to do it in her own bedroom.
Jan and her daughter, Lisa, were very close. In fact, they behaved much more like sisters, than mother and daughter.
One night, Jan confessed to Lisa that the real reason why she had banished John from her bedroom was that, just five years before, back in the year 1997, she had accidentally found a pair of panties in a plastic freezer bag, hidden underneath some clothing, at the very rear of the bottom drawer of John’s dresser.
Jan assumed that the panties had belonged to a young girl, and she knew that John was extremely fond of his then-9-year-old granddaughter, Trish. He was always setting Trish on his lap, or giving her horsey-rides on his leg, or tickling her all over her body.
So naturally, Jan assumed that the panties in the plastic bag in John’s dresser drawer had to belong to her granddaughter. Of course, it never dawned on Jan–because she didn’t take the time to closely examine them–that the panties she found in John’s dresser might have been way too large to belong to a 9-year-old girl.
But Jan just knew, deep down in her heart, that the man she thought she loved, was putting her granddaughter through the same kind of thing that Jan herself went through with one of her own uncles, when she was a young girl.
Jan never told John about it, but she admitted to Lisa that her Uncle Ed had sexually molested her, under the guise of “playing little games” with her, and that he had done it on numerous occasions.
“My God! That must have been a lot for you to handle as a young girl.” Lisa said, empathizing with her mother.
At the same time, Lisa seriously doubted Jan’s claim that the panties she had discovered in John’s dresser drawer were actually Trish’s panties. After all, from what Lisa could remember, her father had never made any sexual advances towards her, throughout her entire childhood. Sure, he had changed Lisa’s diapers when she was a baby, and given her baths when she was a toddler. And throughout Lisa’s early grade school years, her father had even gone into the bathroom with her on several occasions, and helped clean her up after she had accidentally peed her pants, while she was outside playing with her little friends. But none of this had been sexual in nature, as far as Lisa was concerned. It was nothing more than a great father taking care of his little girl.
And so Lisa just knew, deep down in her heart, that those panties of John’s had to belong to someone who wasn’t his young granddaughter, Trish.
“Yes, it certainly was a lot to handle,” Jan agreed with Lisa’s assessment, and then went on to admit to Lisa that because of this traumatic childhood experience with her Uncle Ed, Jan had rarely performed oral sex on John throughout their entire marriage. And the few times that she did, she said that it was only because John had absolutely insisted on it.
Jan went on to further confess to Lisa that she never allowed John to ejaculate in her mouth, during those rare times when she did “give in,” and suck John’s dick.
“But, Lisa,” Jan said, “the real point I’m trying to make here, is that after I found the panties in John’s dresser drawer, I assumed that he was sexually molesting our granddaughter. And from that moment on, I had no desire to ever have sex with that man again. I would much rather fuck a dildo three or four times a week. And so that’s exactly what I did.”
Of course, John didn’t know about Jan finding the panties in his dresser drawer. But he did know one thing for sure: He was stuck with a wife who didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. He was too old to start over again, too faithful and moralistic to cheat on his wife, and still too young to entirely give up sex. And so he was forced to revel in his own masturbations.
Nowadays, John loves to place Val’s panties over the large head of his short penis. And while he rubs the slick nylon against his dick, he vividly remembers and re-lives the “special night” when he got those panties.
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CHAPTER 14
1969: The Real “Rude Awakening”
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John Ridgeway was only 18-years-old, when he woke up late one night to find his twin sister, Valerie, in bed with him, and playing with his little mushroom-shaped dick–which was already erect, due to a very erotic dream he had been having. Val had her hand stuck down inside the elastic waistbands of his pajama bottoms and his white cotton briefs, and she was wearing an unspectacular, light-weight cotton nightgown.
“What the hell are you doin’, Val?” John asked, when he woke up enough to realize that his own sister had her hand on his bare erect penis, and was fondling it.
“Shhhh…You’ll wake up Mom and Dad. You wouldn’t want them to catch us, would ya?” Val had calmly replied.
“Catch us doin’ what?” John whispered, as he quickly reached over to the night stand next to his bed, grabbed his glasses and put them on.
“This,” Val whispered back, as she threw the covers off him, pulled the waistbands of his pajama pants and his “tighty whities” down together–in one smooth motion–to expose his “package,” leaned over his crotch, and placed her mouth down around the head of John’s dick.
John had never had his dick sucked before by anyone–let alone by his own sister–and the experience was overwhelming for him. He couldn’t believe how great it felt. And he soon had to struggle to keep from ejaculating in Val’s mouth.
Val must have sensed this. Because she abruptly pulled her mouth up off of his penis, and then pulled his “tighty whities” back up around his waist, as if she were finished having sex with him. “I’ve always wanted to do that to a guy. Did you like it?” Val asked in a quiet voice.
“Gosh, Sis, that felt great!” John said in a forced airy whisper, praying that Val wasn’t finished having sex with him yet. But there was still hope. His hard-on was a tent pole inside his underwear, and he realized that Val had to have left the waistband of his pajama bottoms wrapped around his thighs for a reason.
“I know something that’ll feel even better. Why don’t you take off your pajamas?” Val suggested, while she was getting up to stand beside John’s twin-size bed. She pulled her nightgown up over her head, and let it fall to the floor, beside her.
There was a full moon that night. And the moonlight was streaming in through the cracks in the partially-closed blinds of the bedroom window. John could see Val’s delicate-looking petite vivacious body, and her pendulous C-cup size breasts, with those overly-long nipples that just begged to be sucked on.
It had been years since John had seen Val naked. And her large boobs really intrigued him, because the last time that he had seen her bare chest, she didn’t have any breasts at all, to speak off–only nipples.
But the oddest thing was that her white nylon panties seemed to eerily glow in the yellowish moonlight. He could make out the camel-toed shape of her vulva through the thin material crotch of her shimmering panties.
“Well, John, are you gonna take off your pajamas? Or are you just gonna lie there and stare at me?”
John quickly unbuttoned and took off his pajama shirt. And then he pulled his pajama bottoms all the way off, leaving his underwear in place, just like Val had done with her panties.
“Well aren’t you gonna take off your underwear too?” Val asked.
“I just figured that you wanted me to leave ’em on, since you’ve still got yours on.”
“I left my panties on, because I wanted to give you the honor of taking them off me,” Val said as she lay down beside him, on her back.
“I want tonight to be very special, John. Would you like to feel my breasts?” Val asked as she grabbed his hand, and placed it onto one of her bare breasts.
John touched her breasts very tentatively. He had no idea exactly what Val was up to. And his sister had never behaved in such an openly-sexual way towards him before.
Also, John had never had sex with a girl before. And it kind of scared him a little, even though he was very experienced at masturbation. Last week, he had even gotten together and jacked off with another boy. But this “sex with a girl” stuff was truly an alien experience for John.
“Go ahead, John. It’s okay. I want you to feel my titties,” Val said, as she placed her hand over the back of his, and made his hand squeeze her whole breast.
She pulled her hand away from his, and he kept on squeezing the whole globe of her breast a few more times, before he started playing with her long, erect nipple.
“Have you ever had you hands on a girl’s titties before?” Val asked coyly.
“No.”
“But I’ll bet you’ve always fantasized about it, haven’t you?”
“Sure. What guy doesn’t?”
“Would you like to touch my pussy, John?”
John didn’t answer her. He was shocked to hear the words “my pussy” flow out of Val’s mouth, so effortlessly.
“Of course you would,” Val matter-of-factly answered for him. “You think about girls’ pussies a lot. Don’t you, John? Well a girl’s pussy is a very delicate thing, just like a guy’s balls are. If you’ll trust me feeling your balls, I’ll trust you feeling my pussy. Deal?”
John pulled off his underwear, and Val placed her hand around his balls. Then he reached over to pull Val’s panties down.
But she grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Wait a minute, John. Do you know what ‘fucking’ is?”
“Sure,” John replied with confidence. His boyhood friends were always talking about “fucking.” And John had even seen two lions actually “doing it” at the zoo.
“Well, here’s the catch. Before I let you pull down my panties and feel my pussy, you’ll have to first promise me that you’ll feel it with you dick, instead of your hands. Then I want you to stick your dick all the way up into my pussy, and fuck me. Now, do we have a deal?”
John didn’t say a word. He rolled back over onto his back, and stared at the ceiling, while Val continued to fondle his balls.
“What’s the matter, John?” Val asked.
“I don’t know, Sis. It’s just not right, you know? I could get you pregnant.”
“Don’t worry, John. You can’t get me pregnant right now. It’s my ‘safe time.'”
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