Joyce discovers her family's dark secrets, including the thrill of sex with her mother, before Gramps arrives with his birthday present.

A fantasy story inspired by my own experiences whilst growing up in the seventies.

The life Joyce knew was completely upended in a matter of weeks, even though it felt like a lifetime ago. Like a moth to a flame, she was irresistibly drawn into a hotbed of wickedness as she crossed the threshold of womanhood to learn her family’s deepest forbidden taboo secrets, transforming from a caterpillar into the most beautiful butterfly, gracefully swooping from one sexual adventure to the next.

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Preface

The family were clustered around the tiny TV set, which actually occupied a large portion of the room's corner. There to witness another historic event, Robin, June, and Joyce cheered and celebrated another successful mission. They watched captivated as the Apollo 17 capsule carrying three astronauts splashed into the ocean. The world appeared to be united as if man could accomplish anything he set his mind to. All Joyce wanted was for her father to be this joyful all the time. Sadly, when he was home, she felt more like a servant around the house than a cherished daughter. Robin, an ex-army officer, was a stern man who never really paid her much attention. Fortunately for Joyce, his job required him to travel virtually every week, only coming home for the weekends and back to the same old routine. Not realising at the time, she was on the cusp of an amazing discovery and would soon discover what was making her mother so fulfilled whilst Father was away from home.

Her mother, June, was a carefree soul, appearing much happier around the home while Robin was away on business. She frequently floated around the house in a state of undress or completely naked in most cases, something she had done ever since she was a baby. Joyce never really paid much attention, passing it off as simply a ‘Mum thing’. Like clockwork after dinner, Robin stayed at the pub until closing time every Saturday night. Joyce later learnt that it was actually his recruiting ground; while he did enjoy a drink or two, his primary objective was to find suitably hung men he could trust to pleasure his wife, assessing the size of their weapons at the urinal and inviting the largest to fill his wife’s void. It’s how June became acquainted with Mr Homer’s huge endowment and later introduced her daughter to the pleasure of riding his massive cock.

Joyce dreaded Saturday nights, always concerned for her mother's wellbeing. She was sure her father was abusing June; loud slaps echoed around the stillness of the night, and the sobbing of her mother as if in pain was heartbreaking. She had heard about wife beaters in the school playground but was too timid and scared to ever consider entering their bedroom and confronting her father. Of course, as she was to discover, what she thought were harrowing sounds were actually something else entirely. Like a small room in a big house, a taboo secret, the door to which was about to be opened, discovering sex and a deep craving for constant fulfilment.

A mile down the charming lane from their spacious, remote rural home, Joyce went to school in a picturesque village like something you’d see on the cover of a chocolate box. Every day she rode her bike there, the wind often catching her skirt, revealing the tight white cotton panties that clung to the contours of her pelvis. It was the last day of school before the summer holidays; excitedly, she made plans with her best friend Abby Pots. The meadow at the end of a field behind Joyce's house, where a huge, weeping willow tree stood on the bank of a meandering river, was their favourite spot to play. It was a beautiful, remote place where girls could be girls without bothersome boys or parents around. Joyce had gone to bed a bit earlier that night in order to avoid her father, but she was awakened by her mother's cries and the dreaded slapping noises. Joyce tried to block out the noises by wrapping the pillow over her head, thinking it was unusual behaviour for a Friday night, as her father hadn't been to the pub.

X

Joyce found her mother preparing breakfast in the kitchen the following morning. Wearing only lacy black panties that moulded to her pear-shaped buttocks so delightfully, she seemed content and was humming an upbeat melody. In an attempt to comprehend why her mother allowed her father to mistreat her each time he came home from the bar, Joyce sat at the table with her head down, looking at her hands for inspiration, trying to muster the courage to speak.

‘Oh, morning, sweetheart, is everything alright?’ June turned to see Joyce looking gloomy; there was a long pause.

“Mum...” she hesitated. “Are you okay?” The words stuttered painfully from her lips, difficult to say.

“Yes, never better. Why?” June was her normal bright, bubbly self.

“Why... Did... Are...” She struggled to put the question together. In her mind it had seemed much easier to say.

“Out with it... Have you done something you shouldn’t have, madame?” Her stern voice made Joyce look up from her fidgeting fingers in defence.

“NO! I want to know if you are alright. Every time Dad goes to the pub, he always comes home and hurts you.” Her eyes welling with tears, “He slaps you over and over.” The words blurted from her lips with force, like the steam from a boiling kettle; she exhaled deeply.

June's brow was furrowed as she considered the question, and then she smiled broadly and said, "Oh darling, come here." Her aura was glowing with the kind of loving warmth that only a mother can give. She held out her arms for an embrace.

Joyce shuffled to her feet and into her mother’s embrace. “It’s not what you think, sweety. Yes, your father is stern at times, but we love each other; he never hurts me...” Joyce was now confused.

Before she could finish her sentence, she caught a glimpse of her father looming in the kitchen doorway, filling the frame. “What’s she done this time?” He barked.

“Nothing, we were just having a mother and daughter cuddle, that’s all.” Joyce loved her mother’s cuddles; she always felt safe squashed against her fleshy soft breasts.

Signalling it was time, Joyce felt a pat on her buttock. She reluctantly withdrew from her mother's warm embrace, feeling somewhat relieved but not entirely content with the interrupted explanation. However, for the time being, it would have to suffice; she didn't want to bring the topic up again in front of her father or witness his anger; standing over six feet, simply looking at his taut muscular body and rugged, rarely smiling face was intimidating enough. Joyce shuffled quickly past Robin, anxious to get back to her room.

"Young lady, hold on." Her mum called out. Joyce came to a complete halt. "Give your father a hug; he will miss your special day tomorrow. He's heading out in a few hours and will be away for two weeks on a training course."

She could count the number of hugs her father had given her on one hand; he wasn't the hugging kind, at least when it concerned her. However, somehow he was different that morning; she stopped to gaze at him as he towered over her petite body in his silky-lapelled paisley dressing gown, which was slightly open at the top to show off the taut lines of his pecs and a few wisps of chest hair.

As he extended his arms, a rare smile spread across his face. Stiffly, Joyce stepped forward and felt his powerful arms draw her close to him; he felt solid and hard, and she felt the protruding curves of his muscular arms against her hands before something else—something firm yet soft—pressed against her tummy. Although she was aware that boys and girls were different, she had never given it any thought until that point. It was growing; then it twitched as if alive. Joyce was terrified since she had no comprehension of what was occurring with her father's anatomy.

"Happy birthday, Joyce." He gave her a short pat on her small tight ass and a kiss on the forehead before turning quickly to sit at the table. Joyce turned the opposite way to leave the room, so she hadn't noticed his rock-hard cock sticking out of his dressing gown.

"That was a special birthday present. Have you got one for me? As she sat on the table, June pulled her pants to one side to allow access for his short but remarkably thick cock into her pussy while they were embracing. Joyce reappeared. "I forgot my Sindy doll." Unaware that her father's cock was actually buried inside her mother, she skipped off after glancing at the hugging couple and thinking they looked cute together.

Joyce waited for Abby by the river as planned with her Sindy dolls and a bag of goodies to eat. The willow tree rustling gracefully in the gentle summer breeze like a scene from Alice in Wonderland, she was lounging beneath the tree in the warm summer air, watching the birds, and gazing up at the butterflies as they hopped from branch to branch. Abby appeared looking more grown up in her new outfit; of similar height, she was a plain Jane with short brown hair, but concealed beneath her often baggy clothes was a body to die for. Time didn’t seem to exist as they played with their dolls. The calmness was suddenly broken when they heard Max calling for Abby. Reminding her she had a secret to tell Joyce about him.

"Mum forgot to mention, we are visiting Gran, so you must be home by four PM." Max, who was a little breathless, gave Joyce a quick once-over before turning, having delivered the news.

Despite being the same age as Joyce, Abby's body clock was several hours ahead of Joyce's; she had developed large, round breasts, with hair on her pussy, and had been experiencing sensations between her legs ever since she peered at her brother wanking on his bed while their parents were away a few days prior. Abby used every opportunity to harass and humiliate her brother, especially in front of Joyce. She was aware that it was wrong, but she couldn't control the urges in her body. Abby was keen to see his cock again. Max was unaware that she had already seen it hard.

“Wait, and where do you think you’re going in such a hurry?” Abby had an evil glint in her eye.

‘Home.’ Max knew he was in for it, a glutton for punishment, under Abby's thumb.

“We are conducting a scientific experiment, and you are required to stay here.” Abby sounded like the headmistress from school.

“What experiment?” Max looked very anxious; she knew Abby well. Let the poor boy go home, Joyce mused to herself; she felt sorry for Max.

“Anatomy experiment – now take all your clothes off and stand here.” Abby pointed to the ground between her and Joyce's feet.

“Are you fucking crazy? I am not getting naked.” Max turned to walk off.

“Oh yes, you are. Stop right there, or I'll tell Mum.” Abby's voice echoed loudly under the weeping willow, and Max halted.

He was trapped. “Tell her what exactly?” Max never had the upper hand. Abby was too smart.

"I'll tell Mum what you were doing to yourself on the bed when they were out." Max's face turned scarlet. "Now strip off; don't make me ask again." Joyce was curious to see Max nude, but she also felt bad for him.

He grudgingly undressed with his back to the girls, knowing that Abby would do it; fortunately, his parts weren't shrivelled up, as it was a warm sunny day. The last thing he wanted was to be made fun of for having a small dick, especially in front of Joyce, whom he frequently fantasised about while masturbating.

"Now stand here and turn around." Max followed instructions, covering his privates with his hands. "Remove your hands; we must examine the reactive responses in this experiment. Lift your top, Joyce, and let Max feel them.” She commanded. Max's balls twitched.

“Fuck off, are you mad? You do it; it’s your experiment, not mine.” Joyce wasn’t having any of it. Though she did find his penis rather nice to look at, wondering why her nipples had stiffened.

"I'm not a scaredy-cat.” Abby's rounded orbs, bulging in the tight white cotton bra, became visible when she raised her top. Her loose-fitting clothes had done a good job of hiding them; they were fairly big, to Joyce's surprise. "Now go ahead and feel them." Max appeared anxious; it's the kind of terrible trick she employs. She may attempt to accuse him of sexually assaulting her or something worse.

"There." Abby lost all patience and took hold of Max's wrists, holding his hands on her breasts. Wondering what kind of experiment it was, Joyce stared in disbelief.

"Have fun with them." Max followed instructions and caressed his sister's tits; his cock rapidly grew larger and more rigid. Joyce looked on with wonder, amazed at how quickly it inflated.

"We're finished. By my watch, that was less than a minute.” Abby lowered her top and yanked his hands away. Max was left wondering what to do as he stood there with a seven-inch boner sticking in the air, too embarrassed to look at Joyce.

"Can I leave now?" Before Abby could intervene, Max snatched up his clothing and fled in shame. The girls immediately fell about laughing.

X

An ecstatic birthday girl ran into her mother's room early the following morning and jumped up on the bed. June woke up with a start and rubbed her eyes. She was still drowsy, so she pushed the pillows behind her and sat up, exposing her large fleshy breasts. Typically spoilt by her parents on her birthday, she excitedly bounced her arse on the bed a few times, making her mother's tits wobble, hoping that this year would be no exception. There was something uncomfortable poking into the back of her leg as she cuddled up to her mother. With a frown, she retrieved a big rubber object from underneath the sheets and held it up like a wand. When she recognised it looked like Max's cock, her mouth fell open. June removed it from her hand and set it aside on the bed.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. You're of age now, so I guess we should wrap up the conversation you started in the kitchen yesterday and have a proper talk about the birds and bees and my relationship with your father.” At last, Joyce reflected to herself.

"All right... What do you know about sex? June hoped she knew something to facilitate the discourse.

The term itself sounded so filthy. "Sex? Really nothing. Although I know that girls have boobs and boys have willies, I have never given it much thought. When Dad gave me a hug yesterday, I believe I felt his willy get hard. Joyce was never bothered about boys since she and Abby were too busy playing with their Sindy dolls.

"Allow me to explain." June drew aside the sheets, revealing her voluptuous figure. "They go by numerous names, such as ‘breasts', 'boobs', 'tits', 'titties', or ‘jugs'. The nipples are erogenous zones; touching them feels wonderful. June's nipples instantly stiffened into thick buds as she tweaked them and squeezed large handfuls of her tits together. Joyce's eyes widened at her frank expression of pleasure as she moaned softly.

"This is a vagina." June spread her legs wide. Referred to by several different names, such as ‘snatch', 'hole', 'cunt', and ‘pussy'. I like to refer to mine as a ‘cunt'; it sounds so dirty, and the word is typically liked by men when women use it. June could feel the thrill rising between her legs.

Joyce had never seen her mother's open pussy before and sat in disbelief. It was usually snuggled between her thighs. She stared in amazement at the gaping slit; it appeared so much bigger than her own, and it was glistening and wet; the fleshy lips on either side of her opening resembled butterfly wings, and a bulging bud was poking out of a hood above them. She knew it was how she would learn what those whispers in the school playground toilets were about, but it felt naughty to be staring at something so private. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart raced. As June slid her hands down, pulling her flesh as wide open as it would go.

"You can experience an orgasm by playing with this extremely sensitive clitoris, also known as a clit." June expressed her delight by circling a finger around the bloom and letting out another little sigh.

“Orgasm, what’s that?”

"It's the most incredible feeling you will ever have when you climax or cum. It's hard to put into words. Amazing thrill that makes your world turn upside down. Take off your pyjamas and lie down on the bed; you must experience it to truly comprehend.” She watched Joyce gradually undressing with a secret admiration for her tender flesh.

Joyce was self-conscious of her body, even though her mother was casual with clothes, and it was the first time she had seen her nude in years. Her perky banana tits came into view when she removed her top; they were large and weighty underneath, reaching to soft pink puffy peaks pointing upward. She had a narrow waist that curved sharply out to her hips. June's eyes were pulled to her neat, mostly bald pussy as she stepped out of her pants; only a tiny whispy tuft was visible at the top of her slit. As directed, she lay on the bed and anxiously awaited the next command. June grabbed her by the ankles, spread her legs wide, and knelt down between them.

“Hold this; it’s like a penis, ‘cock’, ‘shaft’, ‘rod’, or ‘dick’. When a man is excited, it grows and gets hard; they come in all shapes and sizes, some small and others very big. Like you felt with your father, he’s very thick but not that long. It goes inside you and feels amazing.” The penny dropped for Joyce, having seen Max's erection and why she felt strangely drawn to its hardness.

“That slapping sound you heard wasn’t your father hitting me; he was fucking me, slamming his short, fat cock in and out of my cunt.” June felt her clit twitch as she looked down at Joyce's fresh young pussy. “Now just relax and think about the cock in your hand.”

June reached out and brushed her soft fingers across Joyce’s tits. “It tickles.” She giggled.

“Just relax, honey, and enjoy.”

June gently pinched her nipples, and Joyce let out her first gasp of pleasure as she rubbed her tits and nipples till she detected a drip of clear juice leaking from her slit. She stroked a hand down across her small plump tummy, landing on her mound just above her clit; Joyce whimpered again in anticipation of her touch. She recalled June's joyous expression as she circled her own clit. Her finger extended and pressed firmly against the hood. Joyce quickly bucked her hips with the sudden surge of pleasure that connected her clit to her nipples, making them rock hard. June shuffled, lowering her face against Joyce's crotch. A look of panic flooded over her face, as she wondered what her mother was doing with her face so close to her throbbing pussy. The warmth of her breath caused her clit to grow and protrude from its hood.

“Mum, what are you doing?” Her pulse raced as June’s beautiful eyes gazed up at her.

"Relax, I'm about to give you the best birthday present in the world: your first orgasm. You won't believe how great you'll feel. It's the only way to ensure that you cum. June extended her tongue and licked up her slit, prompting Joyce to inhale a large gulp of air.

Joyce watched as her mother's skilful tongue darted at her clit like a cat purring and licking cream; it was a sensation unlike any she had ever felt before, overwhelming and divine all at once. June clamped her mouth over her mound and pushed a finger up and down her narrow slit; as she pressed in, she felt her entrance stiffen, opposing the advance. June slid her tongue down and delved as deep as she could. Joyce let out a loud moan, arching her back; with one hand, she kept her vulva open, circling her entrance with a finger, applying increasing pressure; finally, with a steady force, she eased a finger within. Joyce shrieked and scrutinised the rubber cock in her hand. Her entire body was on fire; she had butterflies in her stomach, and every nerve ending was tingling as June's finger tickled her G-spot. Fingering Joyce, she resumed her attention to licking her clit; she could feel her pussy contracting and releasing around her finger, and then her body stiffened.

"That's it, honey, let go, ride the waves to heaven." June pressed a second finger into her pussy, which expanded nicely to accommodate the added girth, then a third finger into her arsehole.

“Oh my GOD!” Joyce moans in ecstasy, aware of every nerve ending in her body.

She stiffened again, toes curled, and attempted to push June away; the pleasure was nearly too much to take. Her mother continued passionately frigging and sucking her daughter's pussy and arse with burning desire, aware that she was ready to cum. June was so turned on that she reached down to finger herself, yearning for her own pleasure. Joyce clutched the bedsheets tightly in her fists, and a massive wave of unbridled pleasure blasted through her body, forcing her to jolt, followed by another; she thrashed on the bed, shouting out. She was aware of every muscle, which jerked and spasmed as she slowly returned to earth. June arose, hornier than ever, her face coated in Joyce's juice, and sat down next to her, watching her rib cage rise and fall breathlessly as if she had just run a marathon. They sat in silence, June massaging her clit for relief and waiting for Joyce to speak.

"Jesus, it was the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced; I feel so good. Oh my god, how did I not know about that?" Joyce rolled onto her side, putting an arm over June's tits and a leg over her thigh, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“I told you, there are no words to describe a good orgasm. I’m all flustered now and in need of my own relief.”

June unashamedly opened her legs and plunged the dildo deep into her cunt with one shove. Joyce gasped in surprise, not expecting her mother to handle such an enormous thing so easily. She watched, enthralled, as the rubber cock glided in and out; it was erotic and exciting to witness. Her mother was moaning loudly; she was about to cum very rapidly. Joyce enjoyed how her enormous fleshy tits wobbled with each thrust of the dildo; Joyce squeezed her nipples, pinching them, which made June moan even louder. She saw her body tense, and a smile spread across her face as she convulsed. Her legs clenched together, securing the dildo deep within; her hips shook as she burst into an intense orgasm.

"Yes, oh fuck, suck my nipples." Joyce obeyed, sending her mother into orbit. Shaking fiercely, like an astronaut leaving Earth's atmosphere.

After she came, they cuddled in the silence of their own thoughts, Joyce softly touching her mother's elder body and comparing it to her own. They spent the majority of the day in bed, with June pleasing Joyce in various ways and Joyce returning the delight by putting what she had been taught into practice. By teatime, they were fatigued and hungry. Collecting a shoebox from the dresser's bottom drawer, which also contained a collection of adult toys, they headed down to the kitchen. Like her mother, she had opted to remain naked. With Joyce settled at the table, June slid the box towards her and began preparing dinner. Opening the box, she saw it was full of explicit Polaroid images. Mostly of her mother, dishevelled, open-legged with cum oozing from her slit.

With her mouth open and thumbing through them slowly, taking in each sexy scenario that so truthfully reflected her mother's carnal needs, she found herself setting her favourites to one side for a closer look, mostly of her mother riding large cocks. She paused at one and blinked. Was that real? She questioned the veracity of what she saw. Her father sat naked in a chair, erect; his cock resembled a coke can, exceptionally thick but short being sucked by an older man. He was watching her mother sucking a hung guy while another fucked her from behind.

“Is that... No... Can’t be... Is that Gramps?” Joyce’s trembling fingers held up the picture to her mother, who smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

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Joyce waited by the window early the next morning, excited and apprehensive, for his car to pull into the driveway. He was the complete opposite of her father, always nice and kind, giving her long warm hugs and spending time with her while she played with her Sindy dolls or board games. Joyce rushed at him as he entered the door, jumping up with her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He was of ordinary height and in decent form for his age. Joyce always thought he looked like the actor who played James Bond, with his charming demeanour and cheeky sparkle in his eyes. His hair was thick and parted on the side. Gramps was staying for a few days, like he does every few months while Robin is away. They went into the kitchen to wait for June, who was upstairs drying off after taking a shower.

"Mum will be down soon. Can I make you a cup of tea, Gramps?” Joyce was full of beans and as horny as hell, recalling the images she had seen of him engaging in various sexual acts.

“There’s something different about you.” His eyes sparkled.

"I am a woman now." She swirled smoothly in front of him in her flowery dress, bellowing out and revealing her slender thighs; she felt mature and comfortable with her newly discovered body.

“You certainly are, and a very beautiful one if I might say so.” There was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Joyce prepared two cups of tea and set them on the table. Gramps always spoilt her at Christmas and on her birthdays, with her card loaded with banknotes. He patted his lap; as usual, she took her seat and opened her card, which was laden with money, but this time there was much more: two hundred pounds. He wanted to give her a really special coming-of-age present. Just then, June walked into the kitchen. Joyce grinned, she was entirely naked. She typically wore a dressing gown or panties when Gramps visited and Joyce was present. June stood at the kettle, making herself a coffee before turning to greet them. Joyce's jaw dropped open, and she turned to gaze at Gramps, whose eyes were wide open.

"I haven't seen you like that since you were a lot younger." His gaze was focused on her freshly shaved pussy. June grinned and leaned back against the counter to steady herself.

Joyce's heart rate increased dramatically, and she felt a mass pressing against her outer leg. It expanded quickly in terms of both hardness and length. She continued to look at her mother while unconsciously tracing her hand along the bulge. Her fingertip encountered a ridge and halted, and she pressed down on something hard but spongy. Her mouth dried up; turning her head slowly to face him with wide eyes, she noticed that Gramps had a full erection in his trousers, much larger than Max's. He was grinning. Unable to contain her curiosity, she looked down; the bulge is quite huge. She quickly withdrew her hand and turned back to face Mum. Even from across the room, his approval of her clean-shaven pussy was clearly visible.

"Oh, Gramps, what big eyes you have, and what big teeth you have, and what a massive cock you have." Joyce stood up, puzzled, gazing at her mother and then back at Gramps; were they genuinely starting something?

June exited the room without saying anything else, leaving her empty cup on the table. Joyce could only see the large bulge in Gramps' trousers, which scared her slightly. Her cuddly, loving grandfather was erect for his own daughter; Joyce was perplexed by how many times he had visited while Dad was away, there to screw her mother. Gramps smiled kindly at Joyce before leaving the room to follow June upstairs. Joyce was left astonished and confused about what to do. She felt damp, knowing that the sight of his bulge had aroused her. She sat back down, lost in thought. She had seen other guys in the house while her father was away, and the images confirmed that her mother had been sleeping with multiple men, including her own father. A commotion from upstairs jolted her out of her reverie; looking at the clock, 10 minutes had passed. There was another sound, and Joyce knew exactly what it was.

End of Part 1

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