After my husband's funeral, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-07-19. Times viewed: 10744.
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- Intro: Het, incest - After burying his brother, Jes gets straight into comforting his widow.
After my husband’s funeral.
My brain was numb, my tears had but dried up and my body was almost entirely drained of all energy. As my husband’s coffin was eerily lowered, slowly into the ugly hole in the ground, I became acutely aware of his brother Jesus’ hand in mine. I gripped it tight. Jes(as we all called him) tightened and relaxed his grip perhaps to derive some strength himself. His late brother, my husband Eric was his best friend, so this loss was terrible for both of us.
“Dust to dust….” the priest’s voice droned in the background.
My palm was sweaty as a strange sensation coursed through my hand. It did not take me long to realise that I was finding Jes hand an exciting bother. Jes squeezed my hand again. I kept my blind gaze fixed on the grave. There were sobs as friends bade farewell to my husband and the earth swallowed him, a meal for the maggots and whatever else lurked there under the ground.
As I entered the “empty” house, Jes squeezed both of my shoulders behind and I reclined back onto his chest. Jes let my whole frame fall onto his body and he pulled me against himself, comforting his brother’s widow. We stood like that in the hallway. Jes gripped me tight, comforting me over the loss of my only friend, support, lover and provider. Jes had a very hard erection in his pants, I felt it poking against my soft buttocks. The horny shit! Busy pretending to be the perfect brother in law, while harbouring seriously adulterous thoughts!
I didn’t try to move away from Jes but instead “pushed back”, pressing my butt firmly against his undisciplined crotch. Jes’ cock was free under his pants and I felt the whole length of it, hot, throbbing and quite fat, quite unlike his late brother’s thin little dried sausage. Oh my God, I quietly gaped upon realising that he was not wearing any underwear. Jes kept the “consoling relative” charade.
By now my nipples were hard and erect, pushing against the black lacing top I was wearing under my neat black suit. I could feel them tingle. My body wanted sex. I had not been “intimate” for months as my late Eric was struggling with lung cancer, 11 months of no marital consummation. And I had not cheated. I only masturbated a few times but stopped as I felt silly and unfulfilled afterwards.
Jes pulled me closer and thrust his crotch harder against my butt crack. The glorious feel of Jes’ manhood on my soft buttocks was making me dizzy. A strange mix of guilt and pleasure. I knew I was going to get fucked, imminently and that took care of the guilt. I wanted coitus, I needed it. I perhaps even deserved it after so many months of want. Clearly he had the same idea on his mind, as I did.
“I have always wanted you, Mary” he whispered in my ear as I reached with my left hand, touching his bearded cheeks.
“Sorry about the indecent timing…” he began to say before I quickly turned around and smothered his talkative mouth with a wet tongue.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him right into me, feeling his hard prick, his big butt and the rest of him. I knew what I had missed in the period of almost a year. It felt good holding tight to a man’s body, knowing that at the end of that embrace would be much more. I kissed Jes hungrily, I was like a starved nymphomaniac as I slurped on his lips. I licked his face like a dog licks its master’s face.
“Thanks Mary, thanks for feeling the same way, I was very anxious about this..” He mumbled through the kisses.
“Shut up Jesus Ferreira, you need to fulfil my desire, my cunt is on fire, only your sperm can cool it down” I said in a voice that sounded alien to me.
Jes’ dick rose to higher heights. I could feel it, hard like a wooden tool, poking my black stockings. I pulled him against the wall as I was really feeling weak in the legs. Jes wasted no time reaching under my skirt, lifting it up and dipping his rough fingers and the fabric of my panty deep inside my wet cunt. The feeling was explosive. I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my big knockers to Jes chest. But Jes’ interest was in my steaming fanny and he made no bones about that.
I felt his dick touching my thighs and realised he had released it out of the fly. The next think, Jes quite rudely and very, very roughly pushed my G-string out of the way and rammed his dick straight into my quivering cunt. He grunted and arched his back as he started humping me, slamming my bare butt into the wall each time. I just clung to his neck with my arms, for balance.
Jes fucked me for only a minute before I exploded into a thunderous orgasm.
“My handsome brother in law is making me come…it’s delicious. Fuck my cunt Jes” I sang, lightheaded and unsteady. But Jes’ pole had a stabilising and anchoring effect.
Jes fucked me hard for the next 5 minutes, banging my firm butt on the wall behind, bruising it. Then he came.
“Can I shoot inside?” he whispered.
“Yes, pump it inside me, if I get pregnant, I will say it’s Eric’s baby” I hoped I would fall pregnant, for Eric, Jes and my sake. Jes “watered” the inside of my cunt with copious amounts of hot semen and I came again.
Thus my only son was conceived, less than an hour after his official father was buried.
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