The real John Ridgeway is just about to turn 52. And he’s still sexually active. But not with his wife, Jan.
For the last five years, Jan hadn’t wanted anything to do with John, when it came to sex. She had actually banished him from their previously-shared bedroom, and made him sleep in a different bedroom in their large two-story, four-bedroom suburban home.
So John masturbates a lot nowadays.
And before he does, he usually goes to his “secret hiding place” and retrieves a sealed, gallon-size plastic freezer bag. Inside the large, folded-in-half transparent bag is a pair of plain white soiled nylon panties that had belonged to his twin sister, Val, who has since passed away.
Of course, John always has to sneak the panties into the bathroom with him, because Jan would most likely get upset, if she knew what he was doing.
John has always been less than happy with the penis that God gave him. When he was a young man, his fully-erect penis was only about 4 1/2 inches long. And now, it was even shorter than that. And the head of his penis was so large that it accounted for nearly half of his entire penis-length.
John had been “blessed with” a dick-head that had an extremely unusual-looking, drastically flared-out corona encircling the rear of it. The head of John’s dick was so wide, in relationship to the short narrow shaft of his penis, that his erect penis almost looked like a large, flesh-colored mushroom.
Jan used to tell him that she absolutely loved his “little mushroom-dick.” But John always suspected that Jan was just patronizing him, because she loved him, and didn’t want to hurt him by admitting to him that she really wished that the man she married would have had a longer penis.
Of course, John’s short penis had worked well enough to produce two healthy children with Jan. And he really didn’t care that much anymore that he wasn’t well-hung. At this point in his life, he assumed that he would probably never stick his penis into any woman’s vagina ever again.
John had gained a lot of weight over the last 20 years. And now his belly was so big, that he couldn’t look down and see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position.
And John liked to be able to look at his own penis during masturbation. And the easiest way to accomplish this nowadays, was for him to jack off in front of a mirror. So the bathroom naturally became his preferred masturbation location.
Jan, on the other hand, had maintained a very good-looking, slender figure for a woman her age. This was primarily due to the fact that her hips were narrow, and her breasts were still very small and firm, just like the A-cup size breasts that one would expect to find on the chest of a young, teenage girl.
John thought that part of the reason why Jan refused to share her bed with him anymore, was at least partially due to the fact of how overweight he now was–in addition to the “menopause thing,” of course. John also assumed that Jan wasn’t interested in having sex anymore.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. Jan, at age 48, was almost as sexually active nowadays, as she had been when she was still having sex with John–except that John’s short penis had been replaced by an 8-inch-long, realistic-looking, flesh-colored, vibrating, penis-shaped dildo that Jan had gotten as a gag-gift for her birthday 4 years ago from a close female friend of hers.
John didn’t know about the dildo. And Jan kept it well-hidden, whenever she wasn’t using it. It was one of the few “new-fangled inventions” that she had really taken a liking to. In fact, Jan had secretly purchased several other “new-fangled inventions” (vaginal and anal toys) over the last 4 years, and had put them all to good use, from time to time.
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.
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work.
Author’s Note:
This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from “incest” to “rape,” and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual “cup of tea,” then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned.
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JOHN’S DREAM GIRL
An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships
by rat_race
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CHAPTER 11
1997: The Punch Line
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“Lisa, what the hell are you doing?” John frantically demanded.
“I want you to just lie still and relax, John,” Lisa said, still giggling a little bit.
“Relax? Why don’t you relax that…that ‘vise’ you’ve got around my…penis?” John said, thinking that the word “penis” was a truly distasteful and ugly-sounding name to give a guy’s dick.
“I can’t do that right now, John,” Lisa said very calmly and sincerely. “Please bear with me for a little bit. This always happens at first. It’s part of a medical condition that I’ve got. If you try to move around right now, it’ll just make me tighten up even more. It’s kind of like Chinese handcuffs.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not moving,” John said, thinking about how effectively Chinese handcuffs had always worked on kids’ fingers. “But how the heck am I supposed to build up excitement, so that I can…well, you know…”
“Cum? Get your rocks off? Squirt your sperm? Shoot your wad? Jet your jiz?” Lisa laughed hard and shook her head. “I’d say that you’ve done a pretty good job of it so far.”
“Oh. So you know that I’ve been–”
“Leaking inside me?” Lisa said, finishing John’s sentence. “Yes, John, I do have eyes. And I saw how leaky your dick was, before you ever stuck it in me. That’s why I called it your ‘wet dick.’ Remember? Besides, my vagina always senses the drastic difference between a man’s wetness, and my own.”
Of course, Lisa didn’t tell John that she was struggling like hell to keep her dick-clit at bay.
“But that’s different. And you know it,” said John. “Those little drops of…uhm…fluid automatically leak out, whenever I get really excited. But I’ve never been able to just lie there, and think myself into having a…a…climax.”
Lisa let out a long sigh of impatience.
“Don’t worry, John. I will make you cum. I promise. But I’m gonna do it my way. Okay? Trust me. I won’t let you leave this bed, until I make you cum real good!”
“What on earth are you talking about, Lisa?”
“Let’s just say that I’ve got what you might call ‘a special talent.’ Just give me a chance, and I’ll show you. Okay?”
“Well, alright. I mean, so far, this evening with you has been anything but boring. I guess I could stand one more surprise. But would you please stop squeezing my…you know…”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I hope it’s not hurting you too much. I’ve got some pretty strong muscles down there,” Lisa admitted.
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