Dilemma. Should we or not?

[henharrier]

New to the Forums though I’ve been dipping in and out of Lit Stories for a couple of years now.

Incest or not? That is the question!

My grandmother and her great grandmother were sisters. In other words my great grandmother was her great, great grandmother if that makes sense.

Helen is in her early sixties so well past child bearing age. I’m in my early 70s. We are both single now and live comfortably in retirement in adjacent Scottish towns. Over the years we’ve grown very fond of each other and spend quite bit of time in each others company though we live quite separate lives. We meet for lunch now and again, and I help her maintain her beautiful garden during the summer months. We’ve stayed overnight at each other’s homes in the past and have holidayed together (in separate hotel rooms) once or twice.
I haven’t been intimate with anyone since my wife passed several years ago and Helen has been divorced for 10 years or more. I still have carnal thoughts though but it’s probably unlikely I’d be able to find a sexual partner easily at my age. Helen is attractive in a motherly way. Tall and slightly overweight she dresses well, looks after herself and doesn’t really look her age. She is a lovely kind person and I’d love to fuck her - to put it crudely. I think she feels the same towards me but apart from the occasional cuddle and lingering kisses, we haven’t taken matters any further.

Should we?

Your advice would be most welcome

 

[Smoothshavendad]

New to the Forums though I’ve been dipping in and out of Lit Stories for a couple of years now.

Incest or not? That is the question!

My grandmother and her great grandmother were sisters. In other words my great grandmother was her great, great grandmother if that makes sense.

Helen is in her early sixties so well past child bearing age. I’m in my early 70s. We are both single now and live comfortably in retirement in adjacent Scottish towns. Over the years we’ve grown very fond of each other and spend quite bit of time in each others company though we live quite separate lives. We meet for lunch now and again, and I help her maintain her beautiful garden during the summer months. We’ve stayed overnight at each other’s homes in the past and have holidayed together (in separate hotel rooms) once or twice.
I haven’t been intimate with anyone since my wife passed several years ago and Helen has been divorced for 10 years or more. I still have carnal thoughts though but it’s probably unlikely I’d be able to find a sexual partner easily at my age. Helen is attractive in a motherly way. Tall and slightly overweight she dresses well, looks after herself and doesn’t really look her age. She is a lovely kind person and I’d love to fuck her - to put it crudely. I think she feels the same towards me but apart from the occasional cuddle and lingering kisses, we haven’t taken matters any further.

Should we?

Your advice would be most welcome

Grab the brass ring. You only have one life.

 

[henharrier]

Grab the brass ring. You only have one life.

You’re right - I think I will. I’ll be seeing her again soon as I regularly help Helen look after her garden. The weather is particularly fine in this part Scotland at the moment, so maybe I’ll go over tomorrow.

 

[PeteyPP]

How did it go

 

[Dexter58]

I certainly would go for it....hopefully she feels similarly. Have fun.....who could it hurt?

 

[henharrier]

I am a bit hesitant to relate what happened when I visited Helen last week as things didn’t go exactly as I’d planned. A case of two steps forward and one back but there’s cause for hope I guess.

So. An abridged account of my day last Thursday. As we’d arranged, I travelled the few miles to the next town to help Helen in her garden and enjoy lunch with her. I went by train as I anticipated we’d have a drink with our lunch so safer than driving. It was a warm sunny morning - yes we do sometimes get days like that in Scotland!

Helen was already busy weeding the flower beds when I arrived - she has a large secluded garden. A customary welcome with a hug and a chaste peck on the cheek, then I got to work grass cutting and picking strawberries and salad vegetables for our lunch. Around 2pm Helen announced she’d done enough work for the day and was going to shower and change so I agreed to prepare a salad lunch with cheese and her homemade bread. Strawberries and ice cream to follow!

By the time she emerged back into the garden wearing a sleeveless linen Seasalt dress and carrying a bottle of her favourite Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc I had everything ready on the picnic table for lunch and was enjoying my second beer.

After a fine lunch we retired to her garden bench - secluded and in the shade - with the wine and our glasses.

Drowsy in the afternoon warmth, we chatted, laughed and discussed a whole load of things and eventually after we’d cracked open another bottle of wine I put my arm around her, cupped her cheek and gave her a kiss on her lips. She responded by pulling me closer and probing my lips with her tongue. We kissed like this for several minutes and I admit that I began to get an erection - not something that happens very often these days. I caressed her shoulder, then the side of her breast until eventually my hand reached her hip. At this point I thought I felt her relax and her thighs part slightly so I moved my hand under the hem of her dress intending to move upwards between her legs. Wrong move! She immediately tensed up, grabbed my arm and ordered me to stop. I apologised immediately telling her I was so sorry. She smiled and whispered that it was ok, she’d enjoyed it but just wasn’t ready for anything more intimate right now. She needed to think things through. I apologised again. The spell was broken though and we got back to pottering around in the garden in near silence.

I left around 6 for my train after a tight hug and a deep kiss on the lips from her. She invited me to stay over next Thursday as we’re going to watch an evening football (soccer) match in the nearby city. I thanked her as always for her hospitality and said I’d look forward to seeing her next week.

Once home I immediately went upstairs to lie on my bed, removed my pants and for the first time in many months had a glorious wank. I ejaculated after a few strokes, then lay gasping and rubbing the small puddle of cum into my tummy. Later Helen phoned asking if I’d got home safely. I felt like telling her I’d just masterbated while thinking about her. I’m 71 years of age by the way - not a daft teenager!

Before I write more about Helen, I really need to provide more detail and context about our relationship.

 

[StrongMaster7]

Good for you! I take her not being "ready for anything more intimate RIGHT NOW" to mean that 'more intimate' is TOTALLY on the table in the near future. She gave you a deep kiss and she invited you to stay over AFTER telling you to slow down.

Go and stay over and when the moment is right kiss her and enjoy what follows. (Pro tip: go easy on the alcohol for you, she can have all she wants)

Good luck and Godspeed.

 

[Suburbia]

I am a bit hesitant to relate what happened when I visited Helen last week as things didn’t go exactly as I’d planned. A case of two steps forward and one back but there’s cause for hope I guess.

So. An abridged account of my day last Thursday. As we’d arranged, I travelled the few miles to the next town to help Helen in her garden and enjoy lunch with her. I went by train as I anticipated we’d have a drink with our lunch so safer than driving. It was a warm sunny morning - yes we do sometimes get days like that in Scotland!

Helen was already busy weeding the flower beds when I arrived - she has a large secluded garden. A customary welcome with a hug and a chaste peck on the cheek, then I got to work grass cutting and picking strawberries and salad vegetables for our lunch. Around 2pm Helen announced she’d done enough work for the day and was going to shower and change so I agreed to prepare a salad lunch with cheese and her homemade bread. Strawberries and ice cream to follow!

By the time she emerged back into the garden wearing a sleeveless linen Seasalt dress and carrying a bottle of her favourite Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc I had everything ready on the picnic table for lunch and was enjoying my second beer.

After a fine lunch we retired to her garden bench - secluded and in the shade - with the wine and our glasses.

Drowsy in the afternoon warmth, we chatted, laughed and discussed a whole load of things and eventually after we’d cracked open another bottle of wine I put my arm around her, cupped her cheek and gave her a kiss on her lips. She responded by pulling me closer and probing my lips with her tongue. We kissed like this for several minutes and I admit that I began to get an erection - not something that happens very often these days. I caressed her shoulder, then the side of her breast until eventually my hand reached her hip. At this point I thought I felt her relax and her thighs part slightly so I moved my hand under the hem of her dress intending to move upwards between her legs. Wrong move! She immediately tensed up, grabbed my arm and ordered me to stop. I apologised immediately telling her I was so sorry. She smiled and whispered that it was ok, she’d enjoyed it but just wasn’t ready for anything more intimate right now. She needed to think things through. I apologised again. The spell was broken though and we got back to pottering around in the garden in near silence.

I left around 6 for my train after a tight hug and a deep kiss on the lips from her. She invited me to stay over next Thursday as we’re going to watch an evening football (soccer) match in the nearby city. I thanked her as always for her hospitality and said I’d look forward to seeing her next week.

Once home I immediately went upstairs to lie on my bed, removed my pants and for the first time in many months had a glorious wank. I ejaculated after a few strokes, then lay gasping and rubbing the small puddle of cum into my tummy. Later Helen phoned asking if I’d got home safely. I felt like telling her I’d just masterbated while thinking about her. I’m 71 years of age by the way - not a daft teenager!

Before I write more about Helen, I really need to provide more detail and context about our relationship.

I would love to hear more context

 

[PapaRomantic]

Legally, this really wouldn't be considered incest, since I think she's your second cousin once removed. But it sounds like that's not really an issue you're considering.

Send her a message or a telephone call telling her you loved your intimate moments but that it's more important to maintain the familiar relationship you have enjoyed previously. Puts the ball in her court and she can make a decision that is best for her.