Incest sex stories, My mother, sister and me, My mom is a small woman standing only 4 feet 10 inches tall but have no doubt who is in charge in our house. My late father was 6′ feet 4″ and I just turned 18 and I’m just over 6’5″ but when mom spoke you could bet dad would just smile and do as he was told. My sister is more like my mom at barely 5′. Both my mom and sister have great figures but neither tip the scales over 100 pounds. They have very large tits for their size but the rest of their frame is small. Both are very slim in the waste and very slim in the hips. To me both are very beautiful women but their petite statue is the first thing anyone notices. I doubt that mom or my sister have a waist over 18 inches maybe less. Most people ask mom how I got here since she weights only 98 pounds and I weight over 220. Mom just laughs and says I wasn’t always this big thank goodness!!
Because of their size my mom and my sister look like little girls and more like sisters than mother and daughter. Even at 40 mom still gets carded sometimes when she orders a drink at a restaurant. After dad passed mom went into a deep depression for over a year. Nothing made her smile or laugh. For the first few months all I can remember mom doing is crying at night. It has only been in the last 6 months that she has started to act somewhat like her self again. Don’t get me wrong, she hasn’t been happy and cheerful like before but she isn’t crying and sad all the time either. Sally and I have done as much as we could to help her but dad’s passing took a heavy toll. I know that sex was always a big part of their relationship because mom and dad were obvious about their affection toward each other. Dad was always making a sexual pass at mom during breakfast or dinner. It would be nothing for him to walk up behind her and reach around and grab her tits and kiss her neck in the middle of the day or take her hand while we sat at the table and put it in his lap and say “Daisy this is for you later!”. He would say something risqué at anytime and anywhere. Once when we were at a family resturant the waiter asked dad what he wanted to eat and dad turned to mom and said “HER!!!”. We all laughed but the waiter got embarrassed. It was a joke to us because we were use to dad’s open sexual references to mom and mom obviously enjoyed it. Dad would even call out to mom when he was heading off to work “Daisy, you better shave it today. It was a little rough on my tongue last night!” Mom would always blush and tell dad to shut up but dad knew she loved the attention. Don’t get me wrong, mom could give as well as take. She would even bring me and my sister into it sometime. Mom would make comments to dad like “Honey, you better get back to the gym or Joey is going to have to finish what you start.” Or “You sure you want this or would you rather have a sweet young piece of ass like Sally?”. All the time rubbing my dad’s cock or flashing her tits just out of view of Sally and me.
I guess since we grew up listening to mom and dad go back and forth like this all the time it was something we were used too. Lately Sally and I even started to joke with mom to get her out of her depression asking her is she was still “shaving” everyday or Sally asking mom if she needed me to “take care” of her nighttime problem. Mom was shocked at first but after a couple of times she started to enjoy the attention. It actually started to make her smile once in a while. I think that really helped her.