The Origins of Incest Island

Mary smiled bashfully. Her comfortable response set Aubrey at ease and she continued.. "Besides, I think Riley's probably more interested in giving you a demonstration."

"I'm Harvey Milk and I'm here to recruit you!" Riley said.

Aubrey ignored Riley's quip and continued giving Mary the lay of the land. "As I see it, you have a lot of questions about sex that we'd be happy to answer in whatever way you're most comfortable. It's not an offer we've ever extended before. But when I came home, Riley was absolutely glowing about you."

"Glowing about me?" Mary asked.

"Oh, something about the beautiful blonde who saw her naked today," Aubrey said. "My style not withstanding, Riley's attracted to a certain suburban element."

And with her short, cropped hair and almost boyish features, the contrast between Aubrey and the taller, traditionally attractive blonde suburban housewife was profound. Mary wondered if an attraction to women came with the same sense of wanderlust that men experienced. She knew full well that the allure of variety could entice most men to stray. She'd never thought of herself as being capable of infidelity, but the tantalizing thought of actually experiencing a real orgasm at the hands, and tongues, of people who knew what they were doing, was almost too much for her to pass up. But it was also too far, too fast. She'd barely gotten used to the idea of seeing someone she'd just met naked. She definitely wasn't ready to let that someone lick her pussy.

"So," Aubrey said cautiously. "If it's okay with Riley, and I'm sure it is, you can ask us anything you want. And if you like, and only if you like, maybe we'll put on a demonstration."

Mary thought for a long second, then put forth her first question.

"Okay, and this is going to sound bad but I don't know any other way to word it. But... it seems like oral must be pretty phenomenal for you to give up normal sex."

Aubrey replied in a patient tenor. "Well, just so you know, we don't like the term "normal sex." Sexual preferences are always weird and peculiar from the outside. But I get your larger point. Lesbian sex isn't restricted to mouths. We use our fingers, quite well I might add! And we've also got a wide assortment of toys to accommodate the missing appendage you're probably more familiar with."

"Toys?" Mary asked innocently.

"Dildos, vibrators, and our favorite, the strap on."

"What's a strap on?"

"It's like a harness," Riley said. "It straps on around Aubrey's waist and lets her use a dildo to fuck me."

"Oh, like a man?"

"Like a man who never has a problem getting hard after a night of drinking.," Aubrey explained. "A man who never ejaculates before his partner receives pleasure. Plus, we share it so that I get the same experience once Riley is satisfied. But I can understand why you would phrase it like that, even if it's not quite accurate."

"Please don't let us pressure you," Riley interjected. "Being a little more adventurous is something that Aubrey and I have been talking about for a long time. We don't want things to ever get stale between us between the sheets, and I've... Well, I've been curious for quite a while. But if it's not something that you want, I promise we'll understand. If you're thinking about living here, we want to make sure you feel completely at home."

Mary took a deep breath and tried to come up with a measured response. Finally, she gave up, incapable of speaking anything other than her mind.

"Honestly, Riley. You've both made me feel incredibly welcome and indulged my curiosity, even when I've been insensitive. I want to learn more about you two, about everything. I promise I'll let you know if we go past my boundaries."

"Well," Riley said. "If she's never met a lesbian before, and her husband has never gone down on her, I guarantee you she's never seen anything like our strap on."

"Oh come on, you can't show her that," Aubrey protested.

Mary didn't need a diagram to guess at the kind of contraption the two had in mind. But still, she'd never seen a sex toy. That wasn't to say she didn't have girlfriends who talked, but they all lived in Oklahoma City or Norman, both of which were more than three hours away from her small town. The idea of making that journey just to check out some seedy sex store seemed extremely forced and untoward - exactly the sort of thing that her small town neighbors liked to gossip about.

But here she was, with two people who'd invited her into their home to see a strange device that might reinvigorate something in her sex life. It was starting to seem perfectly normal, especially considering her current state of loosened inhibitions. The entire atmosphere of the island seems to be sucked into this tiny home. She didn't feel pressured, but rather found it comforting to know that no matter what happened, the island would remain a safe sanctuary.

So Mary spoke her truth. The words weren't said tentatively or authoritatively. Rather, she sounded like a normal neighbor, asking for a cup of sugar.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd love it if you showed me."

Riley and Aubrey gasped in silent harmony. Aubrey savored the raw electricity for a moment, then turned to her partner.

"What's the harm?" she asked.

"Really?" Mary started. "I can see it?"

For a long, delicious moment, Mary and Aubrey looked at each other as their eyes conducted a silent, sexual conversation.

"Yes, of course," Aubrey said without breaking Mary's gaze. "Riley, go and get it."

As Riley bounded to the nearby bedroom, Aubrey continued to stare at her beautiful guest, evaluating her response as the two women waited for what seemed to be an eternity. Mary didn't know what to expect. She would've been overwhelmed and overjoyed just to see the apparatus. Her breath quickened as she imagined what it would look like, fixed around Riley's bare, voluptuous hips.

Just then, Riley walked out of the bedroom wearing the strap on. he harness was fastened at two points, both at the top of her waist and down around Riley's waist, her skirt flapping around with the toy as she wiggled it around. Both straps connected around her bottom. Attached in the middle, through a series of metal ringlets was the phallus, unmistakable in its purpose. It seemed larger than her husband's, and he was nothing to complain about in that department. More than that, the big purple dildo seemed thicker than she could imagine actually fitting inside of a person. With every step Riley took, the plastic penis bounced back and forth. Finally, she stood in front of them and reached down to grab the fake dick.

Riley waved it around with her tiny hand, making sure that Mary could see all the terrific angles Riley hoped the beautiful housewife would notice its slight upward curve, a purposeful design feature that made it appear all the more natural.. Mary blushed and looked away for a moment, then pushed past her awkwardness by asking another question.

"Does it give you any pleasure?" she asked Aubrey. "I mean when you use it on Riley?"

"How do you know she only uses it on me?" Riley teased.

"Oh, I never thought about it." Mary thought for a moment. "I thought that maybe you both swapped or... I don't know."

Aubrey cut her off.

"It's really more of a scheduling thing," she said matter of factly. "Sometimes one of us may be too sore to be on the receiving end. I know I am right now, especially after last night. There are always other options, but of all our toys, this is Riley's favorite. It's the biggest."

"Part of me wants to use it right now," Riley said.

"What if you did?" Mary blurted out.

They endured a heightened moment of silence, one accompanied with sexual tension, forbidden desire, and something entirely new Mary observed in the looks on each of the lover's faces. Riley seemed to be fighting an over-enthusiastic response, while Aubrey pensively considered exactly how far her comfort level would allow the evening to progress.

"We really need to set some ground rules if you're at all serious about continuing this," Aubrey said. "I understand the pressure you might feel to humor us, but this would be a first for us in the same way it would be for you. We've had the opportunity to talk this through, and while I'm a little nervous about sharing..."

"We'll do only what you're comfortable with," Riley said. "It's way more important to us that you feel welcome, that you have friends here than it is for us to get wild. I'd hate to think that something we did sour you on Liam's Cove."

But Mary's mind was already made and it took her only a second to say as much. Already her pussy began to dampen against her panties, causing her to wriggle in her seat, anxiously wanting more than just to watch. Somehow, by sheer force of will, she held herself back.

"I can't stop imagining it. I would be beyond thrilled to see whatever expression of love you feel comfortable sharing with me. So long as you both consider me a friend as well, and not some interloper trying to come between you."

Aubrey grinned. "What a very diplomatic way of saying you want to watch me fuck Riley with that strap on."

Mary blushed but didn't look away.

"Don't worry," Aubrey said. "I think we can arrange something."

"Come over here," Riley cooed to her partner.

They moved to their couch, a floral-patterned piece of furniture. It was made of tacky polyester and worn synthetic fibers, sturdy enough to serve their purposes. They didn't start fucking right away. Instead, Aubrey began to slowly caress Riley. The older woman's hands moved down the younger girl's body. Almost in a platonic, non-sexual manner Aubrey grabbed her lover's shoulders and stroked her long red hair, running her hands through each individual lock until she reached her ear. Then, she leaned in and kissed Riley's neck.

Riley gave out a low moan of enthusiasm.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Riley once again asked their guest.

"Okay doesn't begin to describe it," Mary said enthusiastically.

The answer sufficed. Riley and Aubrey became absorbed with one another again. It was almost as though Mary was simply another object in the room, barely more than a background ambiance. She watched in awe as their lips interlocked. Each woman stroked the other's hair. Their passion ebbed and flowed as each became more aggressive, then retreated back to let the other partner lead.

It seemed to Mary that Aubrey was the more dominant, as she led more than she followed. But that dynamic was upended as Riley grabbed Aubrey by both of her ears and drew her in close, her lips tugging and even biting softly on her partner's delicate skin.

The scene flipped once again as Aubrey returned to the role of dominant instigator. She worked her way down the girl's body, and as she began pulling up her lover's blouse, Riley assisted her by lifting both her arms over her head.

Mary was treated to a magnificent sight. Underneath the blouse, Rile wore a simple white brasserie that did little to hide the small bulges of her beautiful breasts. Though she'd seen them, there was something almost sexier about being teased. Before moving lower, Aubrey buried her head in between Riley's cleavage, pulling her lover closer as she nuzzled her chest. Aubrey lifted her head and they kissed again. When their lips parted, they worked together to fix the strap on around Aubrey's waist.

Aubrey pushed her lover down on the couch and began pulling up the younger girl's skirt. In a fluid, practiced motion, she pulled down Riley's panties and pushed her skirt up past her waist, revealing the mound of gentle, soft pubis right above her sex. Aubrey moved her lips against over her partner's small breasts, pulling down Riley's bra so that she could gently kiss the hardening nipples freed from the tight-fitting fabric. She took a turn with each breast, sucking on both nipples before moving her head down Riley's stomach.

Riley breathed in sharply. As she arched her back, Mary was afforded an unimpeded look at the young girl's pussy for the second time that day. She could see clearly that it was dripping wet with arousal. Riley's thin, shapely legs spread wide and she thrust her butt forward. Though she could barely make out all Riley's body, Mary memory did the rest. She'd already seen the girl fully displayed earlier that day and would never forget how stunning the girl's perfectly small, perfectly perky breasts looked. She was entranced by Riley's hard, pointy nipples and her lithe, pixie-like body.

And then, Riley's sex disappeared from sight as Aubrey's head went atwix her legs. The young girl let out a soft moan of pleasure as her lover worked her tongue around her clit. Then, in a moment of complete pleasure, she let out a loud cry and grabbed Aubrey by the hair, pushing her head down harder into her pussy. She ground out every last bit of pleasure from her partner's lips and tongue before she tapped her on the head.

"Okay... I'm ready."

They adjusted their position again and Aubrey took a deliberate, angled position above Riley. She adjusted her stance a few times, until, with a practiced motion, she slowly eased her body down until her hips lined up with Riley's.

Mary couldn't quite see the exact moment of penetration, but she watched intently as Aubrey's sultry, denim-covered hips flexed to find the perfect position. Aubrey continued to rotate her hips until the dildo's tip, which was thinner than the rest of the faux cock, came to rest perfectly against Riley's delicate opening. The young woman, anticipating pleasure, whimpered in anticipation before whispering...

"Fuck me, Aubrey. Fuck me so Mary can watch,"

Her voice was a salacious purr; at once demanding and quiet. Her youthful excitement at being on display was obvious. It transcended beyond the stress and toll of everyday life. In that moment, she felt perfect and complete. It was obvious to everyone in the room that Riley had been dying to display her body, to show off every inch through an elaborately exquisite performance.

It was such a turn on, Mary thought she might faint. This was something she never considered possible, and now that it was happening, she felt unprecedented arousal stirring inside of her. She wanted to rip off her sundress and beg Riley to use her.

Though Aubrey was wonderful, it was only Riley she desired. For some reason, Aubrey didn't appeal to her in the same way. It wasn't her hair, if anything she liked Aubrey's style. No, if anything, she thought that might've been a turn on. A stark difference that might help her bridge the gap that led to experimentation with another woman. No, Mary knew without a doubt that Aubrey just wasn't her type. Her type was more like her daughter: petite, small chested, perky and precocious.

The sudden thought of her daughter was unabashedly sexual in nature. The shame of it sent shivers down Mary's spine. Still, she couldn't help but replace Riley with the image of Bethany. Mary watched the fake purple penis slide up to the hilt inside of Riley's hilt, hearing a loud gasp emanate from the girl being so intimately fucked right in front of her. But her thoughts continued to turn her daughter. In Mary's mind, Bethany was laying before her, moaning as her mother thrust the toy deep inside her.

She tried to banish the incestuous thoughts, to hide them in that unseen mental pit where she placed uncomfortable and unseemly things that simply didn't speak about in proper places like Cherokee, Oklahoma. But they refused to go, tormenting her brain as they played on a loop. The depraved images of her daughter, naked and writhing where Riley was being fucked, wouldn't go away.

It was Bethany, not Riley, taking every inch inside her quivering, open sex. It was Bethany grabbing onto the back of her lover's body, her nails digging into her mother's back, her hips, bucking desperately in an effort to push the plastic toy deeper and deeper, faster and faster as she screamed with pleasure and delight. And it was Mary, not Aubrey, making love to her, exploring every inch of her virgin daughter, taking her past the point of no return so she could experience pleasures she didn't know were possible.

Riley's back arched. Her moans echoed throughout the entire house, cascading and clashing off the wall as she shook and wriggled with another orgasm. It was a climax, not only of ultimate satisfaction, but of the fulfillment of a long-desired dream - her need for public and enthusiastic exhibitionism. Riley continued to enjoy this sexual nirvana.

As she watched Riley experience absolute pleasure, her long-awaited climax that arrived far too soon, all Mary could think about was her baby girl.

Could Bethany be interested in such an experience with another woman?

Mary thought of how exciting and exquisite it would be to see her face contorted like Riley's, overcome with pleasure. Despite her wanton desires, Mary knew that such an interaction was as unlikely as it was inappropriate. Thinking past her inflamed sex and dripping panties, Mary found the courage required to banish these incestuous thoughts to the back of her brain, and promised herself she'd never think of them again.

`If only it were so easy.

On the couch,the two lovers looked into each other's eyes. Riley craned her neck up to lock lips with Aubrey's, then they whispered softly into each other's ear. If Mary had to guess, it sounded something like "thank you," or "I love you." Maybe both. They kissed again, slowly, with a delicacy unknown to most men, then Aubrey placed her hand gently on the strap on and guided the instrument softly from Riley's body.

Without any panties, hers being so unceremoniously thrown on the couch, Riley stood up and pushed down her skirt, adjusting her bra back into place. Apart from her mussed hair, flushed face, and bra, she appeared almost as normal as any other churchgoing girl. Aubrey still wore the strap on, it's plastic parts dripping with the slick, sweet nectar of her lover. They hugged each other again, still oblivious to Mary and the world beyond. In that moment, they were simply two people, two lovers lost to the world in each other's embrace.

Chapter Six: Bethany and her Body

For Mary, her experience with Riley and Aubrey proved to be more than just a surreal, fleeting night of experimental voyeurism. It burrowed deep into the back of her brain. Her fantasies remained ever present, manifested as waking dreams that fueled her erotic imagination. Even though it wasn't her husband who dominated her thoughts, she found herself longing for Martin in ways she'd long forgotten. Only the two were barely speaking, created a rising internal sexual tension that constantly threatened to pour out of the recesses of the mind.

Though she could barely bring herself to admit why it was happening, her eyes were constantly drawn to her daughter. Day after day, she craved even the slightest glimpse of Bethany's skin, She imagined her daughter as Riley had been: her legs pushed apart, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her voice screaming loudly, begging her mother to fuck her.

Of course, Bethany was completely unaware of her mother's fantasies. She was a smart girl but still naive, uncertain of what she wanted in life. Just a few weeks ago, she put what she could fit into a single suitcase, said goodbye to everyone and everything she'd ever known in Oklahoma, and moved to a mysterious island in the North Pacific. There was a growing resentment and bitterness, as the uprooting of her life was all because her idiot father couldn't control his fucking mouth and curse outside the classroom like a normal person. No. He had to dress down Heather with the most filthy slurs she'd ever heard. Words she wouldn't have guessed her father knew were leveled at the one fucking brat who would run and tell.