Now sometimes the odder things are, the more apt they are to be the foremost to fall. Think of it this way, the more unbalanced of items is the most likely to topple first. So it was with Shannon (I don’t mean that she was unbalanced in any way); however, she was the woman’s woman who turned out to be this man’s first mom to be enticed into incest! That’s right the lesbian. Now I don’t want to get into a politically-correct argument with any ladies reading this that may take issue. The facts are as reported, the feelings told as they were related to me in conversation with the females I had sex with, my three mothers. Just accept at face value the narrative; you are welcome to argue any philosophical points with which ever was the mom of the moment in question. Shannon, though committed to same-sex desires was perfectly capable of fucking a male, just as a gay guy could screw a girl. She better than proficient; if you consider motivations, desires, and mechanics.
I was her first guy. Not bragging, just a happenstance. It might have been dad, except that he was wiser than his son. Pop knew better than to stir up a hornets’ nest, sexually speaking. Once stung, read caught cheating; twice as shy of . . well technically he had the stinger so to speak; let’s say he learned to keep to the honey-pot at home. Shannon, as she shared pillow talk with Danni about former lovers, in grew curious of what it would be like to be with a man. Not that she especially wanted to. Bluntly speaking, some guys may wonder what it’s like to take a cock up their ass, but are not about to go experimenting under normal circumstances.
But sometimes, under special conditions or with extenuating developments, when with a particular partner or in close relationships, those kinds of encounters may happen. The unusual or strange or even bizarre behavior of humans from cannibalism to self-immolation to mass hysteria is known to happen from time to time. So is it so wild, that maybe a little incest and perhaps a heterosexual encounter with a lesbian might occur? What are the odds of those odd things taking place? Who could predict that Shannon would be bit on the ass by a horsefly while sunbathing? While I happened to be the only other person in the house that day?
Those buggers are big, and their bite is bad; very painful. Her bikini was quite tiny, and the spot was right on the rump, very close to the thigh. She was on her stomach at the time, her top loose, and the yelp she let loose, a scream really at full volume, brought me running. Shannon is a statuesque redhead, Irish grin on an elfin face, pin-up body; temper terrible when angry, but temptress when she wishes to get her way with men. Of course, they never do get any compensation they may have hoped for, as she is orientated toward the females, to her own distaff side of the genders. But she can turn on the appeal to either side of the aisle when she wants, claiming it to be her heritage from the Emerald Isle, that certain Celtic charm. As I came scrambling out of the back-door onto the low deck, she was fit to be tied!