A Family Affair
Copyright© 2026 by Obmuj
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - This story covers a couple of generations of love among family members. Some become sexually aware as the main characters in the story enjoy the tingles and merging of family relationships.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Oral Sex Pregnancy
She had walked to the small diner on the main street of Wendon and now sat at one of the three outdoor tables and enjoyed her soft drink and fries. She saw the man watching her and knew the bright orange spandex shorts were catching his attention and also the tube top enclosed around her hard breasts and pointed nipples poking through the band of her top were likely making his imagination run rampant. Milly had watched the man get down from the large tractor, without the trailer rig, and walk toward the diner.
When Chet walked past the girl, he saw she moved her legs apart as if to flash him. “Too bad she isn’t wearing a skirt and flashing her young panty-covered pussy in my direction,” he thought to himself. “Even so, I’ll be damned, but I can see the material of her shorts separating her little twat. Holy shit, the lips of her cunt show it must be one tight little hot box.”
Just as he approached the table where the girl sat, he listened as she greeted him, “Hi, hot today, huh?” and her legs moved as far apart as they could evidently spread. Before his eyes, he could see small whiffs of hair sticking out on each side of the legs of her shorts.
“Sure; yeah, I’ll bet it could be hotter. I’ll bet - I mean it certainly is hot, and Chet said the two comments to see what the girl would do or reply.
“Get your food and join me, there isn’t anyone else here to speak with. Have you eaten here at the Wendon Diner before? If not, you gotta try the Giant Wendon burger and ask them to load it with everything. You’re gonna love it, and I love things big; hee-hee-hee,” Milly remarked, knowing her comments were nothing more than a double entendre.
Catching the sexually suggestive comment from the girl, he figured she was around 15 or 16. Chet replied, “Sounds like a winner, so if big is good for you, then it will be good for me. How about I bring my food out and join you?” and listened as the girl made another remark that was assuredly an invitation, if not a direct and provocative summons to join her in more than conversation.
With a smile on her cute and definitely adorable face, Milly said, “Oh yes, big is good for me. I like a big - you know, a big sandwich.”
Watching the man walk into the restaurant, Milly knew she was leading the man on, but for four days she hadn’t been able to enjoy the pleasures her brother could give her. Even her attempt to seduce his best friend, Jacob, was for naught, and she determined he was such a dud that he was scarred to be with her. Maybe he has a small dick and doesn’t want to let me find it out, or his is afraid of getting his nuts off with a girl. “I’ll bet the trucker has a big one, and he sure checked me out.”
Five minutes or so later, she watched the restaurant door open, and the trucker walked over and sat down with her. “Hi there, I’m Milly. What is your name?” and she giggled when she saw him looking at her breasts and the nipples sticking out in front of her tube top.
“Hi, right back, and I’m Dru, the trucker replied and smiled as he decided for some reason not to tell her his name was Chet Heywood. So is this the sandwich you were telling me to order? You’re right about one thing. It is big, and the woman inside told me it was eight ounces of prime chuck. Hope the onions don’t bother you - later, but you said to ask for everything. Did I miss something?” and allowed his eyes to focus directly on the nipples pushing the front of the tube top out.
“Oh, I don’t think you missed anything, but if you did, we’ll have to take care of that later,” Milly replied and used her fingers as if adjusting her top, but in effect, pulled it up a little so the bottom roundness of her right breast cup was exposed.
For the next twenty minutes, they kidded each other, and finally, Chet asked, “So are you the preacher’s kid, or at least the woman inside said you were? What gives, are you as mischievous as you act or having fun at my expense, Miss Milly?”
“No, I’m not mischievous, but lonely. Yep, I’m the daughter of the preacher of the First Southern Baptist Church of Wendon. My mom gets ticked at me for making fun of the Baptist, always saying the First Baptist, and she gets all bent out of shape when I ask her where the Last Baptist Church is located. Something wrong about my being a preacher’s kid?” And this time she pulled the tube top so the round top of her left breast was exposed down to where her areola was visible. As if her boob itched, Milly scratched the pink circle and knew her nipple was exposed.
Four minutes later, Milly was inside the cab of the large truck and seated sideways in the seat so she was facing Dru. Milly asked where they could go. He told her, “Back out to the truck stop at the intersection. Mind if we pull on the back side and park?” And to his surprise, watched as the girl removed her seat belt.
Easing her tube top off and then her shorts and lastly the small piece of material that made up her panty. Chet watched as she slid the small thong over the mirror and smiling asked, “Isn’t that better than the dice most guys hang on their mirrors?”
“Definitely better - a heck of a lot better. You’re awfully brave or something, and I hope you’re not trying to get me in trouble. Damn, but you’re stacked. What size tits are those? 38’s?” Chet asked and eased his hand to cup her full, solid left boob.
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