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.

 

[Sunlover102]

Just enjoy the love you already share.
Let her decide where it leads too.

 

[Scotchlander]

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 don’t really see any harm in this and from a uk legal point of view, you are fine. Look up the sexual offences act 1956.

She liked it and so did you. So let it progress.

Her saying ‘anything more right now’ means it most certainly on the cards.

Any how, by now I am hoping it’s a done deed and you both enjoyed.

Keep us posted.

 

[henharrier]

A most unexpected but pleasant surprise! Passion tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Another Thursday, another day with Helen. As I previously mentioned we had arranged to attend a football (soccer) match together that evening. It was the first match of the 25/26 season and our opponents were a team from Luxembourg.

I drove down the coast to Helen’s house mid afternoon with a sense of pleasant anticipation at seeing Helen once again as well as looking forward to the game. When I arrived she was pottering in the garden dressed in her usual shorts and loose top. We embraced briefly before she announced that she was going to shower and change before we headed into the city for our game. To my utter astonishment she asked if I would like to join her in the shower. Clearly this was an offer that I couldn’t turn down and as I followed her into her large bathroom adjacent to her bedroom I wondered what would happen in the next few minutes.

Without a hint of embarrassment she stripped naked, smiled at me and beckoned me to do the same. This was the first time I’d seen Helen totally naked and I immediately felt the stirring of an erection. For a 64 year old lady she had a fine body - full fleshy hips, a narrow waist and a slightly podgy tummy. Her breasts looked soft and delicious even if they drooped a bit. Her vagina was covered in a thin mat of hair but her lips were quite prominent and inviting.

I got into the large shower cubicle behind her. Nervously I started to soap her back and soon began nuzzling the back of her neck with my lips. The warm water cascaded over us and the close contact of a slippery female body next to me increased my excitement. My cock pressed into her bottom as I reached round with my left hand to caress her breasts. My right hand found its way to her pussy and she sighed as I slipped my index finger into her and found her clitoris. As I slowly rubbed and probed, she reached around to cup my balls then slowly stroked my cock guiding it towards her vagina. She leaned over slightly, moved her legs apart and thrust her bottom against me as I entered her. Unfortunately after only a minute or so and no more that a dozen thrusts I grunted and came inside her. I fell against her back trembling with the passion of the moment as my erection subsided and I slipped out. Eventually she turned around cupped my cheeks and gave me a long lingering kiss probing my mouth with her tongue. She then smiled and said that was the first fuck she’d had since her divorce ten years ago and it was just what she’d needed after waiting so long for the right person. She felt that today was a special day for us both it had been coming for some time. I agreed.

We dried ourselves down and went straight into her bed where we spent the rest of the afternoon, evening and night.

Of course we missed the football game but our team won 1-0 so we were all winners last Thursday!