Substitute for Dad





Mother takes son as a substitute lover.


This tale dates back over thirty years ago. I nineteen years old and was still living at home with my parents and two younger sisters. My older sister had married and left home in the previous year and my brother had recently moved in with his much older girlfriend and so I was the oldest sibling still at home. I had a bedroom all to myself for the first time I could remember which allowed me the freedom to have a wank whenever I felt like it which as I didn't have a girlfriend was pretty much constant. Prior to my brother moving out it had been difficult to get time alone, luckily I worked on shifts and so when I was on nightshift I at least had a chance to crack one off when my brother was at work during the day.

Although I wasn't a virgin I didn't have a great deal of sexual experience most of my encounters had been drunken quickies at parties or fumbles in the back of my mate's car if I got lucky in a club.

I had got back into playing rugby during the last year though because of working odd hours it was difficult to get much game time but my fitness had improved and I had developed a good set of muscles.

One morning after a late shift I was woken by my mother bringing me a cup of tea. Since I was about fifteen I slept naked even on the coldest nights and I had a tendency to kick the covers off in my sleep. This particular morning mum hadn't knocked before coming into my room so I woke as I felt the bedcovers being pulled straight and her asking if I was awake. Most of me was still half asleep but my cock was standing to attention as normal in its full morning glory. My hazy brain didn't register until much later that my mum must have seen my erect cock before she pulled the covers over me.

She had woken me early as my dad had been taken into hospital yet again the night before and she needed a lift to get there for visiting hours. He had been in and out of hospital for the last two years for various reasons and for the last twelve months he had prostate problems which meant he had to wear a catheter. My dad was nearly thirty years older than my mum and we had been his second family, she had married him when she was twenty four. My brother had come along twelve months later and then they had produced children at a rate on one every eighteen months for the next six years. My dad had nine children in total four from his first wife and five with our mother. At the time we were growing up we never considered our parents would enjoy an active sex life but when you think back to weekend mornings and afternoons when their bedroom door was locked and some of the odd noises emanating it is now obvious they were very active.

Mum put my tea on the side and said she was going to take a quick shower while I woke up and drank my tea.

"You really need to find yourself a nice girlfriend to look after you!" she said.

I did have a chance to reply before she walked out of the room and the comment went out of my mind as I sat up and my cock poked its head out of the covers. I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and then began stroking my still hard cock.

I normally thought of models in the porn magazines that my brother owned or at one time I imagined screwing his girlfriend when I found a couple of topless pictures he had taken. This time as my mind wandered I thought of my mum washing herself in the shower I felt my cock stiffen and twitch as I pulled at it. Suddenly I felt the rush as I began to come and the first shot of spunk hit me under the chin. It felt weird making myself come thinking about my mother's naked body.

I quickly mopped up the copious amounts of spunk and sat up to drink my tea. I had just finished it as my mother knocked on the door to say the shower was free. My cock was still at half mast as I pulled on a pair of shorts to take the few steps to the bathroom, mum's door was slightly ajar and I caught sight of her naked back as she dried herself and my cock reacted by stiffening.

For a forty-six year old woman who had given birth to five kids she still had a slim figure could easily pass for a woman in her thirties. She was petite woman only 5'1" tall with toned legs, a pert bottom and a pair of rounded C-cup breasts that considering they had suckled five babies still defied age and gravity.

I ducked into the bathroom and forced my erect cock to point at the toilet bowl so I could have a pee and ease the stiffness before my shower. I took a lazy shower and then started to shave at the sink with my towel wrapped around my waist.

Without knocking my mother came into the bathroom to hang up her towel and stood watching me shave.

"All that Rugby training is giving you nice muscles I can see them rippling," she said laughing.

She ran her hand across my shoulders and back then slid her arms around me affectionately.

"You take after your father with those broad shoulders and big hands but you get your height from my Uncle Jim," she said in a slightly vacant way as though she was reliving an old memory.

I felt my cock twitching and swelling again as I tried to finish shaving but I nicked my upper lip as I tried to hide my newest erection. I swore as I blood dripped from my lip and my mother maternally turned my head towards her and pressed a finger on the cut. She glanced down and smiled as she saw the tent my cock was making of the towel around my waist.

"You definitely take after your father and Uncle Jim," she said under her breath.

I didn't pick up on the comment as I was more concerned in trying to hide my still growing erection.

Mum picked up the flannel and dabbed my cut lip then pulled my head down (I'm 6'2") and kissed my upper lip.

She said, "There I've kissed it better for my baby boy, now hurry up and get dressed or we will be late."

Then she tenderly wiped away the remainder of the shaving foam from my face. I looked down and stared at my mother's cleavage and my cock stiffened to its fullest extent almost brushing against her body. I felt the urge to pull open her bathrobe to but she stepped back. Mum left me in the bathroom and I quickly finished drying off and went to my bedroom to get dressed with my cock still hard and throbbing. It didn't subside until we were in the car driving to the hospital.

My dad was quite agitated during the visit worrying about getting our holiday caravan shutdown for the winter and organising the fees for next year. I said I would take mum down to the caravan site the next weekend as I would not be working. He calmed down a bit and mum sent me off to get a couple of drinks from the canteen.

My dad was in a side ward with only three other beds in it but they were unoccupied. The curtains were around dad's bed when I got back and I hesitated thinking the nurses or doctors might be with him. I looked around for my mum but couldn't see her anywhere in the main ward so I went back to the side ward and heard a muffled groan and then my mum's voice behind the curtain.

I pulled the curtain back and mum told me she had just been making dad more comfortable. I assumed she had been struggling to help him sit up in bed as she looked quite flushed. My dad seemed much more cheerful and when we left him he was having a laugh with the nurses as they brought the patient's supper round.

Mum told me on the way home that the doctors would be keeping dad in hospital for another couple of weeks and he had insisted that we go to the caravan on Thursday so we had plenty of time to get it closed down and the fees settled. I was slightly pissed off at this as I had planned to go out 'on the pull' with my mates on Thursday to a new club.

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I had been working night shifts until Thursday morning and my manager had kept us back for half an hour as he had to announce some shift restructuring news so it was almost 10 am by the time I got home and I was past tired so I persuaded mum to leave earlier to head down to the caravan. It was a warm day for late September so I changed into a pair of rugby shorts and a tee shirt. I threw a change of clothes in a bag as we would be staying at least one night and hurried my mum out of the door.

We were at the caravan by 2 pm and set about tidying the place up and I cut back the weeds and grass outside. Before long I stripped to the waist to keep cool and enjoy the sun on my back. Mum came out with a cold drink and she had her blouse tied up around her waist as she was feeling the warmth of the day. The campsite was fairly deserted as most people had young families so only came down at weekends during term time. We sat for a while having our drinks when mum suggested leaving the tidying until the next day and just enjoying the sun for the rest of the afternoon. I was starting to feel the lack of sleep so I readily agreed and got out a couple of sun loungers.

Mum went back into the caravan to get a book to read and I lay back and began to doze off to sleep. I woke with a start as mum dripped cold sun cream on my chest.

"Sorry I didn't mean to make you jump but you will burn if you don't put this on," she said with a smile.

She was kneeling beside my sun lounger and it took a second for me to focus and realise she had changed into a bikini.

She noticed me look and said, "I couldn't find my swimsuit so I put on one of the girls' bikinis; it doesn't look to bad on me does it?"

"No, it looks nice," I replied.

I assumed it belonged to my youngest sister as the top was obviously at least a size too small, she was quite flat-chested compared to my mum and other sisters who were also at least a C-cup. I realised I was staring at my mum's cleavage and forced myself to look up.

"I'll rub the sun cream in," I said.

She replied, "Don't worry I'll do it, I know you will miss bits and have burnt patches. Now lie back and don't start fidgeting like you used to when you were younger."

I let my mum rub in the cream as I tried to think of something to keep my cock from growing. It had woken up as soon as I saw her cleavage and now was getting harder and longer as she spread the sun cream over my chest and stomach. I gripped the arm rests of the lounger as I thought it might help and hoped mum would think I was doing it to stop squirming as I have always been ticklish.

As she rubbed the last of the cream into the skin just above my waistband I could feel the tip of my cock trying to poke out of top of my shorts. Her forearm brushed over my stiff cock and she seemed to move her hand back and forth as though she was checking how big it was. I realised I had closed my eyes and when I looked at her face I saw she was looking at the bulge in my shorts. I glanced at her cleavage and saw her nipples had got hard and were poking through the fabric of her bikini top.

I felt her fingers slide over my shorts tracing the line of my engorged penis. I wasn't sure what to do I thought I should push her hand away but I really wanted her to rub my cock harder. It was my cock that seemed to take charge as it stiffened again pushing against her fingers and poking above the waistband of my shorts. Mums fingers moved to the tip and she traced them over the head.

"Mum I'm sorry," I blurted out.

I moved my hand over my burgeoning erection but she just took my hand and held it in her lap.

"I think we should go inside for a while to let you calm down before anyone comes past," she said and stood up and pulled on my hand.

We stepped inside the caravan with my cock still poking above out of the top of my shorts. Still holding my hand she led me to the bedroom.

She hugged me, "It's okay I have seen it like this before," she said, "Will it calm down or do you have to sort it out?"

But before I could reply she said, "Or do you want mummy to help?"

I didn't say anything at first and she smiled at me.

"Well if I am going to help I had better see the whole thing," she said.

Then she tugged my shorts down and wrapped her hand around my shaft stroking it as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her other hand took mine and she placed it on her breast and squeezed.

"Squeeze mummy's tits for her while I see to you," she muttered.

I was more taken aback by my mum using the word "tits" as I had never heard her use any swear words even mild ones. She leaned forward and rubbed her face against my hardness.

Mum murmured, "Oh this is a big cock have you used it properly yet?"

I instinctively held her head closer and rocked my hips rubbing my cock over her cheek.

"I have had sex with a couple of girls at parties but we were a bit too drunk to enjoy it," I confessed.

"Did they suck you too?" she asked her voice seeming slightly breathless.

"No," I moaned.

"Okay baby I'll show you how nice it is," she said.

I felt her lips kiss the tip of my cock and her tongue lap the head as she stretched my foreskin back. Then she opened her mouth and took the head in as she stroked with her hand. Mum's head bobbed up and down over the head of my cock as she massaged my balls gently with one hand while the other stroked the shaft. After a couple of minutes work by my mother's mouth I felt my spunk rising.

I groaned, "Oh Mum I going to cum!"

I squeezed her tit hard as I ejaculated. Mum still had her mouth over the head of my cock and she swallowed as my spunk splashed in her mouth. She continued to stroke my cock as more spunk spurted out and she swallowed again. I squeezed her tit in rhythm to each spurt and I could hear her muffled moaning.

She finally released my cock, "Your cock tastes good baby," she said smiling up at me.

"Thank you, that felt so good," I said shyly.

"Do you want me to make you come too?" I asked nervously not knowing how far she wanted to go with this.

"Do you know how to baby?" she replied.

"I think so, I read about it in a book," I mumbled realising how stupid it must sound.

"You had best show your mummy what you know and I will tell you what I like!" she laughed.

I knelt down in front of her pushing her back onto the bed and kissed her lips gently at first and then harder as she opened her mouth. I slipped the fabric of her bikini top from her breasts and pinched her erect nipples making her moan and she broke our kiss to encourage me.

"That's nice baby I like that!" she moaned.

I kissed her neck and moved down to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth running my tongue over it and then nibbling at it with my teeth. I moved over to her left nipple and sucked it until it was hard.

Mum moaned louder, "Oh that's so good my baby boy, suck your mummies tits harder."

I was now kneeling between her legs as I ran a hand over her stomach and then over the material concealing her pussy. Her hips rocked against the palm of my hand pressing her mound against my fingers. I flicked the fabric to one side and felt the moist pubic hair below as I traced the outline of her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was dark, neatly trimmed and glistening with moisture.

Although I had read about a woman clitoris and vagina I didn't really know what I was doing and I hesitated until my mum put her hand over mine and directed my fingers to her opening.

"Fuck me with your fingers first," she panted.

I easily slipped two fingers in as she guided my hand until I picked up a steady rhythm counting time by my mother's gasps. She suddenly arched her back and her pussy muscles gripped my fingers as she came.

"Oh Christ yes baby," she groaned.

Her hips ground back and forth after the first wave of pleasure subsided and she rode my fingers enjoying further jolts of ecstasy. Finally mum pulled my head close to her chest.

"Thank you my baby you made mummy come really hard," she murmured, "Have you ever licked a girl's snatch?"

"No," I replied, "Can I do it to you?"

"Of course baby, but if you don't like the taste let me know," she reassured me.

I slid down her body and adjusted her hips to get an easier angle and she pushed a pillow under her bum.

"This will make it easier on your neck," Mum said as she spread her legs wide and pulled her own pussy lips apart.

"Kiss me at the top and try to find my button with your tongue," she instructed (she didn't use the word clitoris).

I traced the line from her finger tip straight to her clit with my tongue; it was no problem finding the swollen protuberance. My mum's moans indicated I was definitely in the right spot and just like sucking on her nipples I pulled it gently with my teeth and ran my tongue over it.

"Do that again!" she panted trying to push her pussy closer.

My nose was buried in her slick bush of pubic hair and I could feel juices running over my chin.

"Finger me too!" she gasped.

I obeyed slipping two fingers deep into her. Mum held my head against her clit with one hand and grabbed at her own arse cheek with the other digging her nails into her milky white flesh. I rested my thumb in the crack of her arse and rubbed the sensitive skin between her arse and her pussy.

"Oh fucking Christ I'm cumming again," she shouted this time.

Her body bucked against the bed but I managed to stay focused on her clit and kept up the tonguing and fingering as another orgasm spread through her. Her pussy clamped on my fingers and it took most of my strength to keep thrusting them inside her. She shouted again and suddenly stopped breathing and went limp.

I panicked thinking I had hurt her then she gasped for air. I crawled onto the bed beside her and hugged her close as she panted and I could feel her pulse fluttering.

It took several minutes for her to be able to speak then she said, "I love you my baby boy sorry did I frighten you?"

"I thought you were having a heart attack," I replied.

She laughed, "I sometimes faint when it is so intense; that was very intense. I suppose those girls you fucked before didn't react the same way?"

"No we were drunk and it was difficult to get my cock in their vaginas. I only really got the tip inside before I shot my load. I suppose I was too excited," I said.

Mum snuggled closer, "They probably couldn't adjust to how thick your cock is; I could hardly get it in my mouth. It is thicker than your Dad's and he is the biggest man I have been with."

Naively I asked, "How many men have you had sex with?"

"Gentlemen don't ask questions like that, especially not just after getting sucked off!" Mum chided.

Then she laughed, "But as you are young I suppose I can forgive you."

"I have been with eight men properly including your dad; does that shock you?" she continued.

"Not as much as you swearing and talking dirty I suppose," I answered truthfully.

Mum laughed again, "I only need to swear when I am horny and needing a good seeing too."

"I'm ready to feel this thing inside me," she said then stroked my cock, "You can be number nine, if you can get hard again?"

I didn't need to reply as my cock stiffened immediately in her hand. Mum straddled me and began rubbing her pussy along my shaft her lips caressing and teasing my pulsing cock.

"Have you got any rubbers?" she panted.

I shook my head, "I didn't expect to need any," I said weakly.

"Okay but you can't come inside me, tell me when you're about to come and I will finish you off with my mouth," she instructed.

Then she positioned my cock against her opening and eased down making me gasp as I penetrated her.

"Oh Christ you have a lovely cock," Mum moaned.

She rested her hands on my chest and slid further down my shaft lifted off a little then pushed further down taking me inside her completely. She ground her pubic bone into mine and groaned.

"Yes that feels so good, now rub my button as I ride it," she instructed.

She placed my thumb on her clitoris and she started rocking up and down taking me in and out of her pussy. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting and relaxing in rhythm to her movement I took her breast in my free hand and squeezed and rubbed her nipple. As she increased her pace I began thrusting back to meet her on the down stroke.





"Good baby fuck your mummy harder, I am going to come soon," she shouted.

Then she screamed and ground down on me.

"Christ yes, I love you baby!" she moaned.

Her body arched back her nipples were hard and she rocked with each pulse of her orgasm. I was still hard inside her when she collapsed on my chest as she lay still I began rocking my hips beneath her making short thrusts inside her pussy.

"Baby be gentle I need to recover," she whimpered.

I continued rocking in and out and soon she responded her pussy muscles gripping me at first then her own thrusts.

"I'm going to come again," she whispered.

Her body stiffened against me and she dug her nails into my chest. I kept rocking inside her making her whimper with pleasure then I felt the rush of my own cum.

"I'm going to come now," I groaned and tried to pull out.

"No baby, do it in me, I want your seed inside me!" she murmured.

I ejaculated so hard my balls ached and her pussy muscles seemed to be milking them dry. Mum held me tight and we didn't speak for a while.

Eventually I said, "Are you okay Mum?"

"Yes of course baby; sometimes it's just good to lie quietly after making love. But we must use a rubber next time as I promised your dad I wouldn't get pregnant again." she said.

I sat up not sure what to say or think.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Its fine baby, your Dad suggested I find someone to give me some physical pleasure as he can't at the moment," she soothed, "Then, when I told him about seeing your cock in the mornings and how big it looked he told me it was okay if I wanted to take it further as long as I stop when he is fit again."

She saw the disbelieving look on my face.

"We are a very broadminded couple, we both love having lots of sex," she said, "And he has been devastated since his prostate problems that he could do no more than make me come with his fingers."

"I've felt so horny for the last few months that every time I have caught sight of your cock in the mornings I kept imagining you fucking me stupid with it," she confessed.

"Now I don't have to imagine it and it was better than I thought it might be," she added as she pulled me close and kissed me, "I'll understand if you are too shocked to let this happen again and I will always cherish this moment."

I saw tears begin to creep from the corner of her eyes. I kissed her face tasting her salty tears.

"Mum I do want to make love to you again," I assured her.

"I suppose I am just confused as I've always assumed it was not right to lust after your own mother," I tried to explain, "I fantasised about you when I have been wanking lately and every time you touched me I got hard. I didn't dream you felt the same way."

"Let's just say you are helping your Dad out and learning a new skill," she whispered, "I intend to teach you everything I have learnt from my lovers."

We kissed and caressed each other without saying anymore then I laid her on her back and slipped inside her again. We made love once more this time slowly and with more control and as I neared my climax I withdrew and mum slid down the bed and squeezed my cock between her breasts for my first ever tit-wank.

After as we lay together Mum promised to show me more ways to please a woman and to tell more about her own experiences. She warned me that it made her horny when she spoke about past loves so I had better be prepared to service her needs, but that is another story.





Substitute for Dad Ch. 02





Resuming my duty to keep Mum satisfied.


This tale is a continuation of "Substitute for Dad" and goes back to the good old 1980's in the glorious days before the proliferation of mobile phones, the Internet and always on communication.

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I had not long turned twenty-one years old and it was my first week as the on-call technical specialist. The week had been quiet until the previous evening, typically a Friday before the spring bank holiday. I had been halfway home when I was paged and had to return to the office. A power failure had crashed the computer systems and although the power was back by the time I walked in, it had taken me until 1:00 am to fix the chaos left behind. My senior colleague, Dave, had been next to useless as although onsite at the time he was "completely wankered" as he had been at the local pub all afternoon and had only gone back to the office to pick up his coat and briefcase and to call a taxi. I just left him head down on his desk for most of the time until a security guard called to tell me our technical manager was on his way up to help handle the crisis. I managed to drag Dave to the men's toilet, push him into a cubicle and persuade him to be quiet until I got rid of the dopey twat of a manager.

Luckily our much 'disrespected' manager just wanted to make sure his name was included in the major incident report that he insisted was completed before I left site. I almost forgot about Dave when I was reminded by the appearance of a trainee programmer called Jessica who was equally inebriated and demanding to know where the 'dag' was as he owed her a drink. Absentmindedly I told her he was in the toilets and went back to the report I was writing.

Just as I finished the report a security guard rang to ask if I had seen a young woman wandering about as her friend had just turned up demanding to see her. I said I would find her and bring her down as I was about to leave anyway. First port of call was the men's toilet partly to find Dave but mainly to have a pee before I drove home. As I pushed open the main door I could hear muffled talking coming from the cubicle I had left Dave in earlier. A pair of ankle boot clad feet stuck out from the cubicle doorway then Jessica's voice rang out, "Told you I could do it!"

I purposely banged the outer door and called, "Are you still in here Dave?"

The sounds of frantic rustling and a cubicle door rattled before Dave replied, "Yes, I dozed off. I'll be out in a sec!"

I walked over to a urinal and began to take a long piss then said, "Everything is back up and working. The security guards are getting a bit pissed off with all the drunken people onsite."

"I'm going home anyway," came Dave's reply accompanied by the sound of flushing water.

I shook off, zipped up and washed my hands as Dave emerged from his cubicle. He staggered a bit and struggled to wash his hands. I was about to ask if he was okay to get home when there was a splashing sound from the end cubicle (locally known as trap six) and Jessica's voice echoed, "Aw fuck me!"

Pushing open the cubicle door I found Jessica slumped on the floor with one foot in the toilet bowl. Being a gentleman I burst out laughing before she shouted at me, "Quit laughing and help me get up you pommie bastard!"

As I pulled her to her feet a half-bottle of scotch slipped from her coat pocket which I managed to grab before it hit the floor. Saving the bottle made me lose grip of Jessica so she fell against me making my free hand slide up from her waist to her chest. My hand lingered on her unfettered left breast as she pulled herself to a standing position.

"Have you finished sizing up my tit, mate?" she asked, "Or do you want to check the other one?"

"Sorry, darling," I replied releasing her small but perky breast, "I was just trying to help."

"I'm not your darling," Jessica slurred with venom, "And if you want to cop a feel again just ask first!"

"I'll remember that," I said with a grin, "Here's your bottle and your friend is downstairs with security waiting for you!"

Jessica shook her soggy foot, swore under her breath and tried to take a step. She winced with pain exclaiming, "Aw fuck I think I've busted my ankle!"

Dave began drunkenly giggling at Jessica's plight which only made her angrier, "Shut the fuck up, you dags and help me get downstairs!"

She held on to my arm limping as we followed the weaving figure of Dave out of the men's toilet to the lift. I leant Jessica against the wall and pressed the call button, "Hold the lift for me while I get my keys and jacket," I said and dashed back to my desk.

Just as I came back into the lobby I saw the lift doors close so I took the stairs the four floors down to the main entrance. I emerged from the stairwell to find Jessica, her friend and Dave arguing with the security guard. They were trying to persuade him to phone for a taxi but he was adamant that they should leave the premises and walk to the local cab office or he would call the police. Luckily I knew him from my time on shift and managed to calm him down by suggesting I could give them a lift home.

Jessica introduced her friend as Heather, who apparently worked for the company out of a different office. I was half expecting Heather to have an Aussie accent too but she slurred her thanks for the lift with a distinct Surrey plumy twang. Leading them to the car park I had to support Jessica as Dave and Heather struggled to keep each other upright. Jessica seemed to be calmer and even pulled closer to me wrapping her arm around my waist; I kept my hand between her hips and chest just in case she thought I was trying to grope her. She was tall for a woman (almost my height in her heels and I stand at 6' 2") and slim with long limbs. Heather by contrast was average height with a shapely figure and what at first glance seemed heavy breasts and a nice rounded bum. Both women seemed to favour the bohemian styles of the eighties feminist although I suspected Heather need to wear a bra under the mannish style clothes.

Jessica climbed into the back of the car behind the driver's seat with Heather getting in beside her. Dave struggled to get into the front passenger seat and I had to help him put his seat belt on. The alcohol fumes from all three of them forced me to open the driver's window to keep some fresh air circulating. When I asked who I was dropping off first it started a debate about who lived closest, in the end I opted to drop the women off first and then take Dave home. I had a fairly good knowledge of the area their rented house was in so headed off without needing directions.

Fifteen minutes into the journey Dave had fallen silent and the two women were talking in hushed tones passing the bottle of scotch between them. I hoped none of my motley crew of passengers was going to be ill but as we pulled up at a set of traffic lights Dave hiccupped and reached for the door handle managing to open it just in time to throw up at the kerb. I pulled the car onto the kerb to let other cars pass and put the hazard lights on as I got out making sure Dave didn't fall out. Unfortunately two patrolling coppers a Sergeant and a WPC strolled over to check what was happening and give me a hard time for parking so close to a traffic light.

When they saw Dave they then decided to breathalyse me even though I honestly denied I had been drinking. Typically both coppers were annoyed I passed the test with not a trace of alcohol so they gave me a ticking off for where I had parked, letting Dave throw up in the gutter, having two now extremely pissed women in the back who weren't wearing seatbelts (although at the time not illegal) they gave me the run-down of all the dangers of death and destruction in the event of a crash. By the time they had finished the lecture Dave had finished emptying the contents of his stomach and had dropped off to sleep. So reluctantly they said I could go but not before insisting I swill Dave's vomit through the gutter. I always carried a bottle of water as the car radiator had a habit of boiling over when you least expected so I was able to comply.

The WPC asked if I had any questions before she let me go so I asked her for her telephone number on the off chance she was available. She blushed then refused saying she was already engaged and then the sergeant corrected her saying she was also on duty. Just before I got back in the car the sergeant poked his head in the car to ensure the women buckled their seat belts the WPC whispered, "I sometimes go to the Duke of Wellington in Forest Gate when I'm not on duty."

I smiled, "Oh I know it, I go there sometimes on Saturdays after playing Rugby," I replied softly.

"I'm off-duty next Saturday," she said quietly just as the sergeant stood up.

"You need to get those two home son before they throw-up like your mate," he said, "Oh , and keep you window open or you will be pissed on the fumes."

Finally back on the road I heard rustling in the back and glanced back to see Heather slip off her seat-belt and lean over Jessica. I nearly missed the slip road as I watched Heather begin kissing Jessica full on the mouth and squeezing her right breast. Jessica seemed to be responding and doing a bit of breast groping too. I felt my cock begin to bulge and wriggled in the seat to ease the constraint, checking that Dave was still passed out. All I needed was him to see me with a raging hard-on poking through my trousers.

Dave was in his forties and lived with his 'partner' Derek; although not fashionable at the time he had come out as gay to most of his colleagues and mainly due to his increasingly over the top behaviour was known behind his back at work as "Camp David". He had often joked with me when he had consumed a few drinks that he would like to take me home and share my young, muscled body with Derek. Now his comments would be construed as work place bullying but I just laughed it off and told him he would have to keep on dreaming. He had assured me that he would do more than dream generally accompanied by a crude gesture. No one in the office had met Derek but from the way Dave described their relationship it would appear that Derek was the dominant one.

I negotiated the roundabout at the end of the slip road and looked up to see Heather drop her mouth to Jessica's chest and appear to be sucking her left nipple through the material of her blouse. My cock stiffened further and I had to look away to concentrate on the road. The girls turning loomed up and as I turned into their road I asked loudly, "Which number was it Jessica?"

"Number 72," she replied slightly breathlessly and I heard rustling from the backseat as the two women broke their clinch and sat up straight.

The road was typical of suburban London and crowded with parked cars so I slowly drove along looking for the right door. I found a parking spot just a few doors down from their house and pulled in as Dave woke up looking confused as to where we was. Nobody seemed to move until I got out first surreptitiously adjusting my softening erection to be less noticeable. Heather managed to get out unaided and began walking to the house as Dave got out and followed. Jessica hesitated as her ankle had swollen up on the way back and she felt pain as she tried to climb out of the car. I held the door open for her and offered my hand to help.

"I suppose you want to cop another crafty feel?" Jessica slurred grabbing my hand and pulling herself upright.

"Only with permission," I replied adding, "Darling!" to the end of the sentence.

"I told you I'm not your darling," she responded but with less venom than before, "Now help me to get indoors."

"Better than that," I said and scooped her up and began to carry her to the door expecting some sort of protest but she actually snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around my neck pressing her breasts into my chest. I could feel her small, hard nipples poking through her blouse and felt my erection flutter back to life as fresh blood surged into it.

Reaching the door I carefully lowered Jessica so she could stand supported by the doorframe. She held on to my neck and pulled my head to hers.

"Are you coming in?" she asked breathing whisky fumes at me, "I'm sure I can find a warm place for you."

"Not tonight, I've got to get home," I said, "Maybe another time?"

"Ah, so is the little boy going home to his mummy?" Jessica asked teasingly.

"Yes," I replied, "Anyway I think you need to sleep off the booze!"

"Strewth, you're the first bastard I've met to refuse an open invite to my bed," she said, "I bet your mummy won't soothe that snake in your strides!"

Dropping a hand from my neck she brushed her fingers along the outline of my stiff member making it twitch.

"Your loss," she suddenly said and pulled away, "Off you go home to mummy, maybe she will kiss it goodnight when she tucks you in!"

"I had better get Dave back to the car," I said not bothering to respond to her jibes.

"Don't bother he can crash here tonight," Jessica laughed, "Old Camp David won't bother us girls in the night!"

"You can continue to bother each other!" I said before realising I shouldn't have said it out loud.

"So you were watching," said Jessica with a smirk on her face, "Heather always promises a lot when she's had a few drinks but always backs down at the last minute. But I'll bed her properly one day," she continued absently.

"Good luck, I'll see you in the office on Monday," I replied lamely and headed back to the car readjusting my trouser crotch as I went.

"See you next Tuesday, Monday is a bank holiday!" Jessica corrected before closing the door.

The drive home was uneventful but my erection still had not fully subsided as I crept into my bedroom just after 3 am trying not to wake the rest of the household. I stripped off in the dark finally releasing my cock from its constraints with a relieved sigh. I instinctively stroked it as I began to turn back the bedcovers when I heard a faint moaning noise. Standing still I massaged my cock and listened closely. I heard the whimpering sound again and recognised my mother's voice.

Not thinking I eased opened my bedroom door, stark naked with erection in hand, crept over to my mother's room as quietly as I could. Her door was ajar so I put my head around to check she was not in pain. In the gloom I could make out her sleeping form lying on her side facing away from me her cotton nightdress hitched up to her waist. My mother's hands appeared to be buried between her legs and her moans seemed to be produced by the fact she was masturbating in her sleep.

"Hmm, baby push it into me," she murmured to her imaginary lover as her hands moved rhythmically. Her hips began rocking gently against the movement of her hands and her breathing laboured.

She rolled onto her back and panted, "That's it baby boy, fuck your mummy hard!"

Her hands moved over her pubic area as she dreamt and her legs opened. I slipped into the bedroom and carefully pushed the door closed behind me. Prick still throbbing in my hand I crossed to her bed and slowly eased myself onto the bed besides her being careful not to wake her. Before I could lie down her body stiffened and a low guttural noise came from her mouth. Her hips bucked against her hands a couple of times then her body went limp and her eyes opened as if in shock.

She seemed to look straight through me then reached up and pulled my head to her face and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed gently for a few moments before she properly came to.

"You shouldn't be here," Mum said while still holding on to my neck.

"You were calling out in your sleep," I replied, "So I wanted to be sure you were okay!"

Mum snuggled closer pressing her body against my stiff member eliciting a moan from her lips. She pulled me tight trapping my throbbing cock against her stomach then began to rock her hips to and fro. I groaned softly as her movements massaged my cock between our bodies. Reaching down and clasped her bum and eased her higher so my cock pressed against her pubic bone.

"God, yes," she exclaimed and moved faster.

The moist lips of her pussy moulded around the shaft of my cock, sliding up and down it to the rhythm of hip movements. We were both moaning softly as the sexual tension increased.

"I want to fuck you Mum!" I groaned.

"Oh baby you can't," she murmured, "Please just let me make you come!"

"Don't you want me inside you?" I persisted.

"Yes, baby but we promised your Dad," she replied with frustration in her voice. Nearly three years before we had been proper lovers, with Dad's consent, but when Dad's health returned he resumed his role as the dominant male in the family. He had recently been ill again but had not allowed Mum to get temporary relief from me again.

Mum's body began shaking and she pressed her mouth into my neck to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her hip movements stopped so I started pushing my cock into her pubic mound not letting her orgasm subside trying to get my own release. Mum's moaning got louder despite her mouth being buried harder into my neck.

"Please stop, I can take it," she breathed heavily, "It's too nice!"

My balls clenched before I could reply and a surge of spunk rushed through my cock spraying both of our bellies with warm fluid. We both shuddered with the aftershock of our orgasms and entwined our bodies tighter. Suddenly fatigue set in and we drifted off to a contented sleep.

Sometime later I woke with a start as Mum used the hem of her nightdress to mop up the now cold remnants of my seminal fluid. She was smiling as she sat up briefly to strip off the soggy nightdress leaving both of us naked. Settling back into my arms she pulled the bedcovers over us and brushed my chest with her lips.

"It feels so good to have you in my bed," Mum murmured.

"Do you want me to persuade Dad to let me make love to you properly again?" I asked.

"No baby boy," she replied, "I need to ask him. I'll speak to him in the morning before we go to the hospital again."

"He is going back to hospital, so soon?" I asked as he had only been out for two weeks.

"Yes they called yesterday for further tests," she replied thoughtfully, "I think he believes they will sort out his prostate problem this time."

"Do you want me to drive you there?" I asked, "I'll cancel my rugby match."

"Oh I was going to tell you in the morning that your captain called to say the game was called off," she replied, "So you could take us to the hospital."

"Now get some sleep," she added.

"In a moment," I responded as I slid my hand over her stomach and pressed my fingers over her pubic mound.

"No more baby boy," she protested then rocked her hips up to meet my hand as she grasped my reawakening cock.

Pressing her mouth to mine she acquiesced to letting me bring her to a final orgasm as I came over her thigh. Her soggy nightdress mopped up our spillage once again before we drifted off to sleep.

The strains of Bill Withers Lovely Day drifted into my head as Mum's radio alarm switched on and she twisted in my arms to hit the off button. I felt her lips brush mine as she gently shook me awake.

"Baby boy," she whispered, "You need to go to your own room, and I have to get your sisters up to go to work!"

Opening my eyes I slid a hand over her left breast squeezing gently and feeling her nipple harden in response.

"I want to make you feel nice first," I murmured drowsily.

"We can't, maybe later," Mum whispered, "After we drop Dad off, if he agrees you can make me feel wonderful!"

She kissed me hard on the lips and then levered herself up to a sitting position. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she groaned as her foot touched her still damp nightdress.





"Some naughty boy has made my nightdress all damp!" she joked.

"Maybe you should spank him!" I replied and rolled over to offer my bare arse.

"Maybe he should get to his own room before his sisters discover he has a big thick cock," she said laughing quietly, "And he has been pleasuring his Mummy with it!"

I rolled off the bed, quietly made my way to the bedroom door and peeked out to check there was no movement in the hallway then slipped into my room as Mum searched for a clean nightdress.

Getting into my bed I shivered as the sheets were cold then heard Mum calling my sisters and nagging them to get up. Then she came over to my door and made a point of knocking loudly before opening the door and saying loud enough for my sisters to hear, "Oh Sean I need you to drive Dad and I to the hospital later. I'll bring you up a cup of tea when your sisters are up and getting ready."

I heard the familiar moan from one of my younger sisters Susan, "You always treat him better than us, why should he get a cup of tea in bed. You love him more than us!"

"He doesn't moan as much as you," replied Mum laughing, "And he is good to his Mum, now you get in the shower while your sister has her breakfast!"

The sound of stomping feet and stroppy muttering could be heard from both my sisters as Mum turned back to me and blew me a kiss before disappearing downstairs. I dozed off as I waited for Mum to come back with my tea. There was a crash which made me sit up suddenly to find my youngest sister Maggie desperately trying to clear up a spilled mug of tea and a soggy slice of toast while trying to keep her dressing gown closed. She was the clumsiest of Mum's five kids but the prettiest of the girls which compensated for the havoc she could cause just carrying out a simple task.

"Are you alright," I asked groggily but with presence of mind to cover up my 'morning glory' erection.

"Yes, something made me jump," she replied keeping her head bowed, "Mum sent this up but you will have to go downstairs now to get your breakfast, I've got to have a shower and get ready!"

"Now I'm awake I can give you a lift to work if you are running late," I offered.

"Well I wouldn't be if Susan moved her fat arse in the mornings and didn't hog the shower!" she said with no hint of sisterly love, "Can we give my friend Tracey a lift too!"

"Yes, no problem," I agreed, "I'll have my shower when I get back, see you downstairs in a little while."

I slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms not bothering with boxer shorts and took the cracked mug and soggy toast downstairs to the kitchen. Smiling as I walked into the kitchen I sensed an atmosphere between my sister Susan and mum.

"Morning," I said cheerily.

"Huh, I don't know why you're so cheerful," moaned my darling little sister.

"Have a bad night did we?" I responded trying (and succeeding) to wind her up as I did most mornings when our paths crossed.

"Not until mother started moaning at me for getting in late," She spat the words back at me, "She never has a go at you!"

"It's because mum loves me more than you," I retorted turning the screw a little more.

"I am here you know," said mum, "And I love you all equally. Now Susan, hurry up or you will be even later for work."

My sister stomped off upstairs to finish getting ready as I tipped the soggy toast and broken mug in the bin and put the plate in the sink with the other breakfast things. Mum went to put on her rubber gloves to wash-up when I stopped her and said I would do it if she wanted to talk to dad. Kissing me on the cheek I felt her bra-less breasts rub against my arm through the clean cotton nightdress she wore.

"Okay, thank you, I was about to take him a cup of tea before you came down," she said, "I take it was Maggie that broke the mug?"

"Yes," I said laughing, "I expect we will need a new set of crockery soon!"

"Do you want me to get you some more toast?" asked mum.

"Don't worry I can look after myself, go and sort dad out," I said plunging my hands into the hot soapy water then taking them quickly out.

"Sod that!" I swore as the water burnt my hands.

Mum playfully smacked my bum, "Naughty boy, don't swear in front of your mother," then whispered in my ear, "Unless you are fucking her senseless at the time!"

Smiling she walked out of the kitchen towards dad's temporary bedroom carrying a cup of tea. He had been sleeping downstairs in what had been the dining room since a fall earlier in the year had dislocated his knee. Whilst he was laid up in bed he suffered from a bladder infection and a recurrence of his prostate problems which two years before had led to my mother seducing me (at his suggestion) leading to a six month affair until he recovered his sexual powers. After he was fit again my mother and I went back to having an almost normal mother - son relationship apart from the odd intimate moment. However over the last few months I had noticed my mother had been trying to keep out of reach probably to keep temptation at bay as she became increasingly sexually frustrated.

I had tried to speak to her about but she had just said she was sure everything would be fine soon and that we had promised dad we would not restart our affair. She also urged me to go out and enjoy life with other women as she wanted me to be happy and settled.

I was playing back in my mind our encounter earlier that morning feeling an erection forming in my tracksuit bottoms when I felt a hand grip my waist and cuddle me from behind. Thinking it was my mother I half turned with my cock twitching and bulging even more only to realise it was Maggie.

"I'm ready," she said as I quickly turned back to avoid embarrassment.

"I'm just finishing the dishes," I said quickly, "I'll be a couple of minutes."

"Don't worry I'm just going to ring Tracey to tell her we will pick her up around 8.30," Maggie said as she let go of my waist and went over to the phone.

As soon as she started speaking on the phone I dried my hands and slipped my hand down the front of my tracksuit bottoms and squeezed the base of my cock until it reduced to a less noticeable size. Maggie was still on the phone when I headed for the front door mouthing that I was going to start the car. I sat outside for another five minutes before Maggie appeared and jumped in the backseat giving my cock more time to shrink to just a "lazy lob".

"You took your time you are seeing her in a minute. Not sitting up front?" I asked.

"No I want to have a chat with Tracey, it's easier in the back than having to turn around," replied Maggie, "She went for an interview last night for a job at that new nightclub in Epping."

"Oh, did she get the job?" I asked feigning interest.

"Yes," Maggie said, "And she reckons that I could get a job there too! She has lined up an interview with the manager for tonight before the club opens. We'll also get in for free as she has an induction session for an hour and then can stay and party."

"Is this club any good?" I asked as we pulled up outside Tracey's house.

"It's the best club around here," enthused Maggie, "Last week we queued for two hours and only just got in. The music is cool, the blokes are all good looking and you have no problem getting drinks brought for you."

"If you are a pretty girl, I suppose," I said.

"Or if you're a good kisser!" she replied cheekily.

She hopped out of the car and tottered up to the front door in 3" high black stiletto sandals which accentuated the sway of her slim hips in her tight skirt. I suddenly found myself wondering if she was wearing tights or stockings which caused my snoozing member to twitch and begin to thicken.

"Shit I'm having dirty thoughts about my little eighteen year old sister!" I chastised myself in my mind.

Luckily Tracey appeared in an equally tight skirt but hers outlined more lumps and bumps which lowered my ardour. Maggie and Tracey had been best mates since infant school, there was almost a year difference in age Tracey being the older so was approaching her nineteenth birthday. Tracey took after her father in build and looks which as he was a dock worker by trade and appearance was unfortunate added to the fact she had a boxer's flat nose due to a childhood accident.

One of my crueller friends had remarked once that he would have preferred her dad in a dress than Tracey. When I had tried to defend her I was accused of only being nice because I wanted to get hold of her enormous tits. To be fair they were an impressive natural F-cup which in those days was a rare sight (I knew because Maggie had asked me to get Tracey some special underwear for her birthday as a present and the only shop which sold that size was near my office in London. It was pleasurable yet embarrassing and expensive experience. I received a lot of attention from the pretty shop assistants and a chance to browse an extraordinary array of woman's sexy lingerie whilst trying to explain Tracey's size and the fact I was buying on my sister's behalf. Expensive because I was persuaded to buy matching items by an attractive large-breasted female assistant this came out of my pocket.)

Maggie got in first at the kerb side and shuffled across the back seat hitching her skirt up revealing what I thought was a glimpse of white flesh above a stocking top. Further stirrings began to occur in my tracksuit bottoms then Tracey climbed in and the car sank to one side prompting me to check the suspension on that side of the car when I got home. As I drove the five miles to the Sainsbury's store where Maggie and Tracey worked the girls spoke and giggled in hushed tones. I could only pick out a few words but by the sound if things they were discussing some bloke. When I pulled to a halt outside the employees entrance Maggie leaned over to the front seat and gave me a kiss on the cheek before she got out. To my surprise Tracey did the same but caught the side of my mouth, there was an audible groan from the suspension as she climbed from the car.

"Can you pick us up later?" Maggie asked in her pleading little sister voice poking her head through the driver's window.

"I don't know yet," I said, "It depends on how long mum and I are at the hospital with dad."

"We finish at five-thirty today," Maggie added, "We'll wait until six then get the bus home if you don't make it. But it takes over an hour at that time on a Saturday and we have to be at the club by eight o'clock."

"Okay I'll try to get here before six," I said, "But I can't promise!"

"Can you give us a lift to the club then?" Maggie persisted.

"I expect so, if you're nice to mum and don't break anymore crockery!" I replied laughing.

"Thanks, I can promise to be nice to mum but I don't know about the crockery," she giggled and leaned in further and kissed me on the mouth lingering for a second or two more than a normal sisterly kiss which surprised both of us.

"No tongues," piped up Tracey and had a fit of the giggles.

Maggie flushed red then turned and wiggled away playfully smacking Tracey's arm and whispering conspiratorially. I sat there watching her swaying hips and felt my cock swell and stiffen until they reached the door and went inside without a backwards glance.

As I drove home my mind was full of impure thoughts about my youngest sister and speculating whether she was still a virgin. Maggie had never had a steady boyfriend and mum had only reluctantly let her go to parties without some sort of chaperone until she turned eighteen so it was probable she was still innocent. However she seemed to exude a natural innocent sexiness (apart from when she was tired and grumpy first thing on a Saturday morning) that presumably she inherited from mum.

By now my cock was throbbing and tenting in the front of my tracksuit bottoms so I took the long way home through the country lanes and pulled over into a clearing near a small wooded area. It was normally used by dog walkers and ramblers as a parking spot so it wouldn't look odd to see a car pulled up. Although it would look odd to see a twenty-one year old man jerking off in his car at quarter past nine on a Saturday morning so I quickly checked that there was no other people around and walked quickly to the tree line and stepped into the undergrowth. I leant back against a tree slipped my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my engorged member and began stroking it slowly.

My mind lit up with an image of my mother and Maggie breasts exposed kneeling before me, eyes up turned watching entranced at my strokes and waiting for the eruption of seminal fluid. My strokes quickened as the familiar tightening of my balls preceded a knee trembling ejaculation which spattered spunk over foliage three or four feet away (in my mind it was over the milky white breasts of my mother and sister). I groaned as I milked the last fluid from my softening cock then furtively looked around for onlookers. Luckily I had a couple paper tissues in my pocket to mop up the residue and wrap the tip to prevent a damp spot appearing during the rest of the drive home. It was a more sedate walk back to the car and anyone who saw me emerge from the woods would have assumed I had just nipped in for a pee.

My al fresco act had relieved the tension but did not stop my mind churning over the possibilities of me having my youngest sister and my mother. The drive home was quicker than I expected as the early traffic had dissipated and I opened the front door as my mother was just about to climb the stairs. She turned and smiled waiting for me to close the door and meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

"I was just going to have a shower," she said, "Did you want me to get you anything to eat, I noticed you left with Maggie before having anything?"

I stepped closer and holding her lightly at the waist said, "The only thing I want to eat is you!"

"Well I'm off the menu as Susan decided to phone in sick," Mum replied, "She is upstairs probably sleeping off a hangover although she swore blind this morning she had only had a couple of drinks last night."

"It could be morning sickness," I said jokingly, "Although it would be a brave man to enter there!"

"Don't be so mean," chided mum but with a smile on her face, "Anyway I had a stern talk with her about being careful and she went on the pill."

"When was this?" I asked intrigued as I had known Susan was seeing anyone special.

"About six months ago when I caught her and Charlie Bennett in the living room," replied mum.

"What was she up to?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

"Well it's none of your business," said mum, "But she was topless, on her knees with his cock in her mouth when I walked in on them."

I laughed out loud, "What did you do?" I asked between giggles.

"I suggested she finish off and show him out and I would talk to her in the morning," Mum replied, "Then I left them to it which didn't take long as the front door slammed shut before I was back in my bedroom!"

"He probably came to his senses and fled," I said continuing to laugh, "So you weren't impressed?"

"Well he wasn't exactly a big boy," said mum plainly, "And her technique wasn't very good!"

"So you watched for a while?" I pressed her, "To be able to offer such a critique!"

"Only for a short while," mum said shyly, "Just to see if Susan was experienced."

"Did you get excited watching?" I asked as my cock was thickening for the umpteenth time this morning.

Mum was resting back against the newel post and I ran a hand across the front of her body gently pressing her back then slid my hand between her legs touching her pubic mound through the cotton material of her night dress. Her body responded by tilting her hips to meet my pressure.

"Not here, not now," she breathed, "Susan might come out of her room!"

I kissed her mouth then removed my hand, "I love you mum and want to make love to you!"

"You'll have to wait, I haven't spoken about to your dad yet," she replied lowering her eyes from mine, "The hospital rang as you left to put back his appointment until one o'clock and he wasn't best pleased so I didn't want to ask him then."

Suddenly regretting pushing my mum to fast I said, "It's okay I suppose the wait will make it even better."

I kissed her again and gave her bum a cheeky squeeze, "Go and have your shower and I'll settle for toast and marmite!"

Mum smiled and seemed relieved then turned and slowly went upstairs.

As I made some breakfast I absentmindedly I massaged my cock through my tracksuit bottoms in an attempt to ease my erection. I went up to my room after finishing my food and waited until I heard mum leave the bathroom and enter her bedroom closing the door firmly behind her. Realising this was not the best time to speak I headed for the shower to clean up after the numerous emissions overnight and this morning.

********

After showering and changing into jeans and a clean tee-shirt (I had noticed a dried spunk stain on the bottom of the one I had worn earlier) I settled down headphones on to listen to some music in my room. The first side of the vinyl album finished and I heard raised voices downstairs so I poked my head out of my door and shouted out, "Are you okay Mum?"

"Don't you butt in," screamed Susan, "This is between me and mum!"

"Don't yell at your brother like that!" warned mum.

I started down the stairs anyway unable to stop myself taking an opportunity to further wind-up Susan.

"It's always being nice to Sean or Maggie!" spat Susan at mum, "What about me? You don't care about my feelings. You love him so much you would think he was your toy-boy not your son!"

"Don't you dare speak to me like that," replied mum.

"I don't care anyway," screamed Susan now in full flow, "Just don't expect me to like him you stupid old bitch!"

I reached the bottom of the stairs as Susan finished her sentence and saw mum's face redden. Then unfortunately for Susan she raised her hand as if to lash out at mum. Before her hand came forward I had crossed the hallway and caught her wrist twisting her arm behind her back making her squeal with pain. I spun Susan around and saw the terror in her face as she realised she had gone too far.

"Don't hurt her!" cried out mum making me relax my grip then let Susan's arm go.

Susan stepped away from me rubbing her arm and looked like she was about to say something when mum spoke again, "Susan, I suggest you go to Brighton as you planned, maybe you will think about what I said!"

Mum suddenly seemed very calm but as Susan walked to the front door and picked up a small vanity case I saw a teardrop roll down mum's face. This turned into a flood of tears as the front door closed behind my departing sister. I pulled mum close letting her cry into my chest not speaking, then from the dining room door dad called out, "Beth what was the noise all about?"

Mum wiped her face on my tee-shirt and pushed away from me and went to my dad saying, "Just Susan acting up again, come on it's time to get you ready to go!"

In the car dad appeared to be in pain from his knee and back but appeared more upbeat than of late as he seemed to convince himself this stay in hospital would put him back on his feet properly. Mum was silent in the back of the car for most of the way only responding to the odd direct question. By two o'clock dad was in his bed and having a chat to the nurses waiting for the doctor to arrive for an initial examination.

"Sean take your mother for a cup of tea," Dad ordered, "I'll be fine here with these fine young ladies to look after me!"

One of the nurses looked up, "Sean is a good Irish name," she said with a soft Irish lilt to her voice.

The older of the two nurses spoke to dad, "He's a handsome boy, takes after his father."





Mum said with a smile on her face, "Let's leave your father to his flirting and you can buy me a cake to go with the tea. We'll be back when the doctor has been in to see you."

We walked out of the ward in silence then in the corridor mum clasped my arm and held on to me as we made our way to the cafeteria. Mum settled in a corner table looking out of the window while I bought the tea and cakes.

"Penny for them," I said when I got to the table.

"I'm just trying to think what to do about Susan," said Mum.

"Let her stew," I said nonchalantly.

"Why are you so nasty to Susan?" she asked, "When you were small you got on fine!"

"That was until she began picking on Maggie," I replied.

"I know Susan could be jealous sometimes but she wasn't nasty to Maggie," stated Mum.

"Not whilst you were watching, but as soon as you turned your back she would start," I said, "So the rest of us made sure she didn't get go over the top."

"What do you mean?" asked mum not seeming to understand.

"Well you remember when I pushed Susan in the rose bushes when I was about seven or eight?" I said.

Mum nodded, "When you threw her four feet into the roses! I gave you a real smacking for that! After I calmed your mad Irish temper!"

"I remember that smacking," I said smiling, "Anyway Susan had taken a bamboo garden cane and tried to hit Maggie's backside saying she was playing schools and Maggie had been a naughty girl. So I stopped her and tried to take the cane off her, but she swiped across my ear and that's when the mist came down. I don't even remember picking Susan up and throwing her just your voice calming me down."

Mum looked aghast then said "I'm sorry I smacked you now. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Davy and Lizzie made me promise not to say anything as it was about the time Jeannie died and they said we shouldn't upset you and Dad," I said quietly (Jeannie was our half-sister from Dad's first marriage).

We sat silently for a moment then to lighten the mood I said, "Maybe I liked getting my bum smacked too!"

This made mum smile, "Perhaps we can experiment sometime," she laughed, "I might enjoy it too!"

A woman sitting a couple of tables down stared at us so I said, "Drink up I think that woman might have overheard us."

"I don't care," Mum replied placed her hand on mine, "I love you and if I want you to spank me I don't mind what anyone thinks!"

The woman got up and moved to another table out of ear shot as my mother sat and slowly sipped her tea with a slight smirk on her face. I shook my head in disbelief and eat my cake and drained the cup of tea. Mum seemed to be staring at me while she finished her drink then she asked, "Why have you suddenly become so horny?"

If I had still been drinking my tea I would have spat it out, "What do you mean?"

"Well coming to my bed last night, in the hallway this morning and if I'm not mistaken when you were out dropping Maggie at work!" she said, "I could smell your semen when you came in!"

I reddened, "Well I haven't been with anyone for a couple of months and seeing you last night just made it worse!"

Mum looked deeply at me again, "You were horny before you came to my bed, so what happened on the way home?"

How she knew I don't know but I told her about taking Jessica home and watching her with Heather.

"Why didn't you take her up on her offer, she sounds a fairly open minded girl?" said mum with a sly grin on her face.

"She was very drunk and I wasn't sure that she would be so open-minded in the morning," I confessed.

"I suggest you see if the offer is still there when she is sober," advised mum, "Even if it isn't love I expect she will give you a good time."

Then she continued, "That was last night, so what set you off when you dropped Maggie off?"

"Just thinking of you," I lied.

"Hmm, Maggie's a really lovely looking girl," mused mum, "Are you sure it was just me?"

My cheeks flushed a deeper red, "Of course it was just you!" I tried to insist.

Mum smiled and squeezed my hand, "You can't help it if you're attracted to Maggie too, and it's my fault for making you give into your feelings!"

"I won't do anything," I promised, "I just want you that way."

"What if she wants you to?" asked mum.

I didn't know how to respond and remained silent trying not to look mum in the eyes like a little boy again until she pulled my chin up, "Just promise me you will let her make the move, but it will be okay with me if you teach her like I taught you. I know I have to share you with other women at sometime if I want to hear the patter of tiny grandchildren."

"Do you really want grandchildren yet? You're still too young to be a grandma!" I said finally to try to deflect the conversation.

"Young enough to have more babies of my own?" said mum unexpectedly.

"Yes," I said, "But I didn't think dad wanted you to have anymore?"

"We'll see when he gets better," she mused, "Let's be getting back the doctor should be finished by now."

When we got back the doctor was still with dad but asked my mum to sit with them so she understood what was going to happen. I took a stroll out to the small side garden where patients could go to get fresh air while they talked. Just after the doctor left mum drew the curtains around dad's bed so I remained where I was until she came out and spoke to the nursing sister. We said our goodbyes to dad and headed out to the car park.

Mum was quiet and thoughtful in the car as we crawled along in traffic through the country lanes but I left her alone and concentrated on the time. I pulled down a narrow country lane used as a short cut and came out near the parking spot I had used in the morning. A smile came to my face as I pulled out on to the main road.

"What's so funny?" asked mum, I didn't realise she had been looking at me.

"Nothing," I tried to lie but mum followed my eyes in the direction of the parking spot.

"Pull in," she commanded, "I need to talk to you."

Quickly indicating I swung into the entrance and parked the car near the tree line. Mum turned to me and said, "Don't you want to know what your father said?"

"I thought you would tell me in your own time," I replied, "I didn't want to put pressure on you."

"Let's go for a walk," suggested mum, "We haven't gone for a walk in the woods since you were all teenagers."

I checked my watch thinking about picking up Maggie and Tracey, "Okay but I promised Maggie I would try to get back at half past five to pick her up."

"It's not far from here, is it?" said mum, "You we can go straight there after we have had a chat!"

We strolled over to the gap in the fence which led to the forest path, I recognised the tree I had leant against earlier and smiled again. Mum caught me smiling yet again and her intuition kicked in.

"So you came here this morning," said mum, "Literally I guess, show me where," she continued.

I led her to the tree and helped her step through the foliage so we were out of sight of the path.

"Show me what you did," mum ordered.

"What if anyone comes along?" I protested.

"It didn't stop you this morning," she responded reaching for the zip on my jeans, "I'll help you get it out and hard."

I groaned but didn't resist and neither did my cock as it was almost fully erect by the time mum had freed it and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down. I leant back against the tree and began to stroke my cock slowly in front of my mother.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear while still watching my strokes, "Baby boy what were you thinking about when you did it this morning?"

"You mum," I murmured.

"What was I doing?" she whispered again.

"You were kneeling in front of me with your titties out waiting for me to come on you!" I moaned.

Mum sank to her knees and began to unbutton her blouse exposing her breasts clad in a white silky bra. With expertise she managed to shed her bra and fully exposed her breasts to me as I stroked faster. Her hand moved between her legs as she watched and waited for me to ejaculate.

I felt my orgasm building and gasped, "Oh mum, I'm going to come on your tits!"

"Yes baby boy splash mummies' titties," she moaned, "And don't forget Maggie's!"

"Shit," I groaned as I shot my load over her tits at the sound of my sister's name.

I looked down at my mother's grinning face which had caught some of the blast then she leant forward and took my dripping member in her mouth and milked the last drops of semen. I was beginning to get hard again when I lifted mum's head away from my groin.

"It's your turn to come now," I said softly helping her to stand I went to pull her close for a kiss when she stopped me.

"Take your tee-shirt off," she said, "You can't have come stains on it when we pick up Maggie!"

Smiling I lifted the shirt over my head and hung it on a small branch beside mum's bra and blouse. We embraced kissing deeply and squashing my seed between us. I shuffled us around so that mum was now leaning against the tree then slowly kissed her skin tracing down from her neck across her come covered breasts to the waistband of her skirt. Mum reached behind and unclasped the skirt and pulled it up slowly revealing her stocking clad legs. I sank to my knees and kissed the exposed soft white flesh of her thighs above her stocking tops. Mum was rubbing her clitoris through the silk material of her cami-knickers gradually pulling the gusset to one side exposing her trimmed brunette pubic hair.

Reaching up I hooked my fingers into her knickers and pulled the material aside to fully expose her pussy lips. Mum spread her fingers allowing her swollen clitoris to show through inviting my mouth to kiss it. I sucked her button in to my mouth and ran my tongue around it making her pant and push forward trying to get further into my mouth.

"Oh baby boy, make your mummy come!" she begged.

Placing one hand behind her I pulled in tight and slid two fingers from my free hand deep into her pussy making her groan. A few more thrusts of my tongue and fingers elicited a loud moan which if someone had heard would have made them come running. Mum seemed to keep coming on my tongue for ages before she had to push my head back.

Her breath was rasping but she managed to say, "Are you hard again baby?"

I didn't reply but just stood up and took her hand and wrapped it around my stiff to bursting cock.

"Do it to me here baby," Mum demanded.

"I don't have any rubbers," I said, "I'll pull out when I'm close!"

"No baby it's a safe time of the month, I want to feel you come inside me, please!" she begged again pulling my cock towards her sopping pussy. I had to lift my 5' 2" mother up as she positioned the engorged head of my cock at her entrance. As soon as it engaged she pushed her body down against my hands and took me deep in one thrust.

"Oh yes baby, I've wanted to feel you deep in again me for so long," she groaned as her mouth sought mine.

I managed to say, "Mum I love you so much!" Then her tongue was in my mouth and she thrust herself up and down fucking my cock for all she was worth whilst I held her in the air. I couldn't tell how many times she came but her pussy muscles were in spasm over and over again as she bounced. I held back for as long as I could then I pressed her back against the tree gripped her bum tightly and came again and again deep inside her body my whole body rigid and neck muscles straining.

We slumped against the tree as my limp cock slipped from mum's pussy breathing heavily until she smiled and gasped, "I desperately need to pee!"

"So do I," I replied laughing as I turned around and aimed a long stream of urine into the bushes spraying from side to side.

"Oh god, you used to do that when I potty trained you," Mum laughed as she slipped off her damp knickers, held her skirt high and squatted a few feet away.

I watched fascinated as mum pee'd into a pile of leaves on the forest floor, I had never seen a woman pee al fresco. Mum noticed me looking and laughed again.

"Does it turn you on watching me wee on the floor?" she asked jokingly.

My cock jerked involuntarily in my hand as the last of my urine splashed on the floor, "Maybe something else we could include in our love making!"

"I don't think so," Mum said mopping her pussy with a handkerchief, "Too smelly and messy!"

"Now be a good boy and get dressed or Maggie will be waiting for us!" she added.

When we emerged from the trees I noticed that mum had a leaf stuck in her hair and was just taking it out when an estate car pulled in to the car park. A couple got out of the car and released two Labrador dogs from the back. The woman was watching us as her husband fiddled with the dog's leads. Mum turned to me and pressed her mouth to mine pushing her tongue out. I opened my mouth to accept her tongue as the woman frowned and looked away.

Mum broke the kiss smiled at me then walked around to the passenger door of the car. I opened mum's door and she deliberately flashed her stocking tops at me as she sat down. When I got in and started the car mum slipped her hand into my lap making my cock twitch.

"You'll make me hard again if you keep doing that," I said but not removing her hand as I concentrated of pulling out on to the road.

"I wonder what Maggie will think when she gets in the car with us smelling of sex and you sporting a big hard cock?" said mum out loud.

"If she has your intuition she will know exactly what we have been doing," I said, "But I think she is too innocent to know what sex smells like!"

"Yes," said mum, "But she might want to find out from you!"

"Why do you think she would want her brother to teach her?" I asked.

"You are dense sometimes," said mum, "Haven't you noticed her watching you all the time and flirting?"

"Not really," I replied truthfully.

"You must have noticed how she has been dressing lately?" asked mum.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's for my benefit!" I said.

"She only does it when she knows you are going to be about or going to give her a lift somewhere," Mum insisted, "Also she has been peeking in your room first thing in the morning when you're asleep, no doubt to have a look at your cock. Which I must say is always at attention when I bring you a cup of tea in the morning."

"Maybe that's why she dropped the mug this morning," I said suddenly realising what had made Maggie jump.

Mum just smiled then pointed across the road to the car park of the supermarket, "There she is perhaps we should ask her?" said mum squeezing my cock playfully.

I pulled in to where Maggie was standing and she climbed in the car. She turned to mum and kissed her cheek before putting on her seat belt.

"It smells musky in here," Maggie said.

"It must be the pollen from the fields," Mum lied in reply, "We had the windows open as we drove over here."

"Did you have to come straight here from the hospital?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, darling," replied mum, "Sean said he had promised to pick you up so I told him I would come along for the ride."

"Where's Tracey?" I asked.

"Oh her cousin Charlie came in, so she got a lift home on the back of his scooter," replied Maggie adding, "But she still needs a lift to the club with us later!"

"So you and your brother are off clubbing tonight, leaving me all alone?" Mum asked pretending to be disappointed.

"No," said Maggie, "Just me and Tracey, Sean is giving us a lift. Besides he wouldn't like this club as it doesn't sell real beer and everyone is young!"

"Cheers," I said smiling, "Don't worry mum I'll keep you company."

"Well if you are going to stay in you could pick us up later," suggested Maggie in a pleading younger sister voice.

"That's not fair," Mum piped up, "Your brother might be tired; he was working late last night he doesn't want to wait up until all hours just to pick you up!"

"We are only staying until 11:30," whined Maggie, "Tracey needs to be home by midnight!"

"Will she turn into a pumpkin if she's late?" I joked which just got me a punch on my arm from a pouting Maggie.

"Don't worry mum, I'll pick up my darling little sister," I said, "As long as she is nice to you and gets you breakfast in bed tomorrow!"

"Okay, deal," piped up Maggie.

"I'm not sure if I have enough crockery left for that!" Mum said smiling, "Well it looks like you have got your own way again young lady!"

We drove home with Maggie animatedly telling mum about her day and the prospect of getting a permanent job in the club. As soon as we arrived home Maggie shot upstairs to wash and get ready to for the night and I followed mum into the kitchen and cuddled her while she filled the kettle and put the oven on.

Mum turned to face me and kissed me full on the lips then said, "I was hoping Maggie would get someone else to give her a lift back so we could spend longer together!"

"I'll be back by half past eight so we will have three hours together before I need to pick her up," I said soothingly, "And you want her home safe!"

"Yes, baby boy," Mum said, "Of course you're right! Besides she may go straight to sleep when you get back and you can come and visit me again."

*************

Banging and clattering could be heard upstairs as Maggie moved from bathroom to bedroom. Mum called up the stairs, "Maggie come and have something to eat before you get dressed!"

"I'm not hungry and I haven't got time," Maggie shouted back down.

"You're not going drinking on an empty stomach young lady!" Mum shouted back, "It's only beans on toast so you aren't going to be full up!"

More clattering and banging then Maggie swept down the stairs into the kitchen with a blue silk robe covering her underwear. She sat down and attacked the food in front of her in true Mahony style wolfing the beans down.

"Slow down, you'll choke," Mum warned, "And why are you wearing my best dressing gown?"

Maggie just grinned and bit into a piece of toast and exaggerated slowly chewing, "I'm only borrowing it, and I like the feel of the material."

"Please be careful with it, you know your brother brought it for my birthday," said mum almost pleading.

"Well I suppose it shows he has some taste sometimes," replied Maggie cheekily, "I'll be careful!"

With that she pushed her chair back catching the hem of the robe on the leg tugging the material from her shoulders and off her arms as she stood up. Mum and I stared at Maggie's body clad in a black silk teddy with under-wired cups that pushed up her B-cup breasts and high cut leg that curved neatly over her hips and hugged her tight bum. To top off the look Maggie's legs were clad in sheer black hold-up stockings with lacy tops.

"Margaret Mary Mahony," said Mum using Maggie's full name, "You don't think you are going out dressed like that!" She added indignantly.

"Mother I am a grown-up and I will be wearing a skirt and blouse over the top!" Maggie retorted, "Besides I like the feel of the material and it gives me confidence in my appearance," she added sounding like an article from Marie Claire magazine.

"Sean, tell her she should put on some sensible underwear!" said mum seemingly unusually flustered.

"Margaret Mary you'll catch your death in those!" I said laughing at my mum's sudden prudishness.

Mum looked at me despairingly, "It is not funny Sean, and she shouldn't go out looking so obvious!"

"Mum, Maggie is growing up and I'm sure she doesn't intend to be showing her scanties to everyone unless it is by a clumsy accident," I said adding, "So on second thoughts perhaps you had better go change!"

There was a pause while we waited for mum to say something but she just untangled her robe thought for a moment and handed it to Maggie.





"Here cover up and stop flaunting yourself in front of your big brother," Mum said eventually, "Now go and finish getting ready!"

Cheekily Maggie hung the robe over her shoulder and sauntered to the stairs exaggerating her swaying hip movement. Mum's face broke into a smile as Maggie tripped on the bottom step but recovered her poise to take the stairs two at a time. I put my arms around mum's shoulders when Maggie was out of sight and nibbled her neck.

"She's definitely growing up," I whispered in mum's ear then nibbled at her ear lobe.

Mum moaned softly then slipped a hand over my groin tracing the outline of my stiffening cock, "She's not the only one, baby boy!"

"I can't wait to be alone with you tonight," I said quietly, "I want to make love to you properly!"

"Do you really want this old body?" asked my still moaning softly as my lips nibbled her ears and neck.

"You have a beautiful body, I love your breasts, nipples, tummy, legs and bum," I breathed into her ear, "But I especially love your tight pussy engulfing my cock."

"I'm sure you would prefer Maggie's body," sighed mum, "I couldn't look that good in underwear like that!"

"Yes you would," I encouraged her; "You are naturally sexy and know how to make a man desire you in or out of your underwear!"

She turned her head and pushed her tongue into my mouth probing for mine. I pressed my groin against her bum letting her feel my hardness. There was another clattering sound from upstairs and muffled cursing then Maggie was shouting down the stairs.

"Mum, can you come and help me curl my hair!" she yelled making mum break our kiss.

Mum smiled at me and looked down at my groin before whispering, "You best try to make that go away before Maggie comes back down!"

Ten minutes later I heard Maggie's heels crossing the landing to the stairs, thankfully my erection had shrunk to a less noticeable size. I moved to the hallway to watch Maggie carefully descend the stairs with my mother a few steps behind.

I gave a wolf-whistle when Maggie reached the bottom step just in case it startled her. She smiled broadly and did a twirl her curled hair flicking over her shoulder.

"Well big brother would you give me the job?" she asked.

"Depends what the job was," I replied smiling, "But as long as it doesn't entail carrying crockery almost definitely."

"Have you got everything?" asked mum.

"Money, keys, a chauffeur, yep I think that's it," said Maggie, "Oh and you've seen my clean underwear in case of accident!"

"Don't be cheeky, "said mum smiling, "Good luck and have a nice time but don't be late getting out of the club. Your brother will be tired by then."

"Why?" asked Maggie, "What plans do you have for him?"

"Because he was up late last night!" said mum slightly coyly, "Now get going!"

When we were on our way to Tracey's house Maggie stretched her legs out and straightened her stockings.

"Do you think mum was really concerned about me wearing sexy underwear?" she suddenly asked.

"Well you are still her little baby girl!" I said, "I suppose it's difficult to watch your kids grow-up and act as if they are experienced adults."

"I'm a grown woman!" replied Maggie indignantly, "We live in a different world now, and you don't have to be pure as the driven snow until you get married!"

"Is it confession time?" I asked.

"No!" said Maggie, "I mean if I wanted to there wouldn't be anything wrong with sleeping with someone."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" I asked seeing if she would take the bait.

"No not really," stuttered Maggie, "But it shouldn't be expected that a girl has to be a virgin like in mum's day."

"So you think it was different when mum was your age?" I asked, "What about all those illegitimate babies born during the war and just after?"

"I didn't think about that," said Maggie thoughtfully, "Do you think mum would have tried it before she married dad?"

"You'll have to ask her that question!" I said.

Maggie giggled, "Do you think they still do it!"

"Probably, well maybe not while he has been ill but people don't stop making love just because they stop wanting more kids!" I said.

"Is there a difference?" asked Maggie.

"Difference in what?" I replied getting confused.

"Well you said making love," said Maggie, "Is there a difference between sex and love making."

"Yes," I said immediately surprising myself how I didn't even have to think about it.

"Have you been in love?" Maggie probed, "Or have you just been having sex?"

"If you must know, I've done both," I said.

"Who was she?" asked Maggie, "The one you loved I mean?"

"It might be more than one!" I said laughing, "I might still be in love!"

"I bet it was Pete's mother," Maggie suddenly said making me break hard in surprise.

"Thought so," she continued, "Tracey saw you out together once and said you looked like lovers and then all of a sudden you and Pete stopped talking and you were moping around for ages!"

I remained silent and Maggie realised I was not going to talk about it so she went quiet until we picked up Tracey. Then they both prattled on gossiping about people at work while I drove to the club. When I pulled into the darkened car park behind the club the place was deserted apart from a guy tinkering with a moped under a floodlight in the far corner.

"Looks like we're about quarter of an hour early," declared Tracey, "I'm going to go and have a chat with Charlie are you coming?" she said to Maggie.

"I'll be there in a minute," Maggie replied and we watched Tracey wobble on her high heels over to the guy with the moped.

"I'm sorry Sean," said Maggie touching my arm.

"For what?" I asked petulantly.

"For upsetting you about Pete's mum," she said sounding concerned, "She was a really beautiful woman, did you love her a lot?"

"Yes, she was beautiful and yes I still do love her a lot," I confessed with a slight hitch in my voice.

"Do you think you will be able to love anyone else?" asked Maggie quietly.

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Good," Maggie said brightly, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends what it is?" I said smiling.

"Was making love to Pete's mum really good!" she asked concern showing in her voice.

"Her name is Emily," I replied, "And it was one of the best things I have ever experienced!"

"One of the best, not the best?" she asked.

"As I said earlier maybe I have been in love more than once and the experiences are all good!" I said, "However, you will have to keep guessing about my other love or loves!"

"Anyway I expect you will find out for yourself soon enough as a beautiful girl like you will have no problem having a whole lot of guys wanting to be the one for you," I added, "Especially if they get a glimpse of that underwear!"

"If you weren't my brother would you fancy me?" Maggie asked.

"Are you fishing for compliments?" I asked then added, "Of course I would fancy you, but I probably wouldn't get a look in!"

Two big cars swept into the car park preceded by their headlights and Tracey waved to us indicating it was the club manager. Maggie leant over and kissed me on the lips lingering for a moment longer than earlier in the morning.

Then as she climbed out of the car I said, "Good luck little sister, I'll see you at eleven thirty!"

"It might be a quarter to twelve or a bit later," she said with a grin on her face and slammed the car door shut before I could respond.

I watched her cross the car park and go into the building with Tracey. The scooter rider followed them and I realised it was Charlie Bassett when he removed his motorcycle helmet and stepped into the light by the doors. I smiled remembering what my mum had told me earlier then started the car and pulled out onto the main road as three large expensive cars pulled into the car park.

I thought about Emily on the drive back without feeling so down and realised that maybe my little sister had helped me start to come to terms with my feelings by talking about something I had only ever discussed with mum. Then I realised I actually felt the same way about Mum as I did about Emily, it wasn't just mother to son lust but man to woman love (at least that's how it felt to me).

The house was dark when I arrived back home then I noticed a faint light in the window of my parent's bedroom. I let myself in and kicking off my shoes I padded up the stairs heading straight to mum's bedroom door. The room was lit only by a single bedside lamp and the green glow of the radio alarm casting shadows across the bed and the sleeping form of my mother. She was lying on top of the covers wrapped in her blue silk robe the material moving slightly across her breasts to the rhythm of her shallow breathing.

I stripped naked as I walked over to the bed leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. Carefully climbing on the bed I managed to reach mum and place my lips to hers before she stirred.

"Oh baby, I must have fallen asleep," she murmured, her eyes blinking rapidly, "I had a quick bath while you were out, it made me tired."

"That's okay you look beautiful when you are sleeping," I said, "I would love to watch you sleeping every night!"

Smiling mum reached up behind my neck and pulled me close, "I would like to fall asleep every night after you make love to me!"

"You still seem sleepy," I said, "I can just cuddle you while you sleep a bit longer."

"I want you to make love to me first," Mum said slowly, "I've got ready just for you," she continued and took my hand and placed it on her stomach.

"Take off my robe," she ordered putting the ends of the knotted belt under my hand.

I knelt up and straddled her body so that I could pull the belt open. Mum rubbed her hands up and down my naked thighs looking transfixed at my erection sliding her hands closer at each stroke. I pulled the ends of the belt up and apart loosening the knot then slipped my hands inside her robe revealing another layer of silky material below. Moving my hands up from her waist I pushed the robe from her chest and realised she was wearing a similar silk teddy to Maggie's except this was in dark blue like her robe. The under-wired cups pushed her breasts together and up enhancing their fullness this sight alone made me gasp in surprised pleasure accompanied by a rush of blood to my already stiff cock.

"Do I look alright, baby?" Mum asked in a breathless voice still gazing at my cock but not yet touching, "I borrowed it from Maggie's drawer."

"You look absolutely gorgeous," I muttered, "I want to kiss and touch you all over and make love to you slowly and tenderly like a proper lover!"

Mum arched her back pressing her stomach against my balls, "Oh Sean I want you," she groaned twisting her body rubbing the silky material against my skin.

I slid further down her body so that I could lean over her mouth and kiss her deeply pushing my tongue inside. My hands moved over her body tracing the borders of the silky material and her soft clean skin. Mum writhed about below me muttering and moaning at my tender touches. I broke the kiss and used my lips to trace the skin over her neck, down to the top of her breasts. My hands had moved over her silk covered pubic mound and I could feel the heat of her blood engorged pussy lips below. I just rested my palm there gently cupping the area as mum rotated her hips rubbing herself to a sudden orgasm. Mum's body stiffened and pulsed her eyes tightly closed no breath escaping her lips her hips still automatically moving maintaining the pleasure. Suddenly her body flopped back seemingly lifeless on to the bed then she gulped air.

"Oh Sean," she sobbed and tears streamed down her face, "I love you so much!"

I kissed her softly until she had calmed down and the tears stopped flowing, "I'm going to make love to you, Beth," using her name for the first time probably ever.

Mum groaned as I began slowly kissing the tops of her breasts then eased the straps of the teddy from her shoulders peeled the cups down exposing her stiff nipples reddened by the friction of the silky material. In turn I sucked each nipple into my mouth flicking it with my tongue then teasing and nibbling with my teeth.

Mum groaned louder, "It feels so good Sean but I need to feel you inside me," she begged reaching for my erect twitching cock.

Lifting my mouth from her nipple I slid further down out of reach knowing that if I let her touch me I would probably come after a few strokes and murmured, "Patience Beth I want to taste you and make you feel good."

I worked my way down her stomach to her pubic mound, the silk material was stained a darker blue where her juices had leaked from her pussy. I could smell the mingled aroma of bubble bath, skin lotion and vaginal juices. Blowing gently around the edge of the material stretched tight over her mound I noticed mum had shaved her pubic hair to suit the high cut leg of the teddy. Sticking out my tongue as stiffly as I could I deliberately licked the newly shaven creases between her groin and thighs.

"Oh Sean it's too nice," she moaned, "I'm not sure I can take another orgasm so soon!"

Ignoring her pleas I popped the three studs holding the gusset of her teddy in place making her jerk and groan as the material sprang free exposing a neat triangle of brunette pubic hair only a few wisps of greying hair betraying mum's age. My stiff tongue probed her pussy lips tasting her tangy juices then flicking her swollen clitoris and mum arched her back and panted, "Sean I love you, I love you, I love!"

Her voice trailed away as her body jerked and writhed under my mouth her hands trying to pull my head away as her juices squirted in my mouth and over my chin. I relented and slowly raised myself up moving over her prone figure allowing her to pull my mouth to hers. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouth letting her taste her own juices as my hips nudged her legs wider apart. The swollen tip of my cock touched her pussy lips making her gasp her hands tightened around my head trying to pull me deeper into her mouth. I pushed gently with my lower body and eased into her, we moaned into each other's mouth as our pubic bones met.

Knowing I could only hold back for a few strokes I made them long and slow almost pulling all the way out. Mum responded by clasping my buttocks and holding me deep inside for a few moments before letting me withdraw and thrust again. Her vaginal muscles felt like they rippled against my cock but I realised mum was still experiencing tremors from her last orgasm.

I pushed into her one last time exclaiming, "Oh Beth, I love you so much! I'm going to come inside you!"

Mum's hands held me deep inside her as the rest of my body spasmed with each ejaculation. As my body relaxed after my orgasm mum's hands stroked my back, her mouth nuzzled my neck then I felt her tears dampen my face. Easing off her now trembling body she groaned as my softened cock slipped from her pussy to rest on her thigh.

"Sean I'm so sorry," she cried.

"Don't cry Beth it was so beautiful making love with you," I said, "I love you so much, I want it to always be like this!"

"Sean, I shouldn't have let it go this far," she said through sobs, "I didn't ask your dad, I didn't want him to say no again!"

"It's my fault too Beth," I said stroking her face tenderly.

"No I wanted you too much to care about your or your father's feelings," she said turning her head away, "I'm a cheating slut!"

"No," I said forcefully turning her head back to face me, "You are a beautiful woman who needs someone to love her and if dad can't or won't then I will always be here for you!"

She snuggled silently into my chest as her sobs ebbed away and we both must have drifted off to sleep fatigued from the emotion and sexual activity.

******

Something made me jerk awake and mum wriggled beside me I blinked at the clock and realised it was nearly half past eleven.

I eased away from mum's embrace and whispered, "I'm late going to pick up Maggie!"

"She'll probably keep you waiting," mumbled mum still drowsy, "I want you to come back to bed when Maggie goes to bed."

"I promise," I whispered and kissed her lightly on the cheek before scrabbling into my jeans and tee-shirt leaving my boxers on the floor beside mum's bed.

I left mum to go back to sleep and I headed out of the door to my car picking off one of mum's pubic hairs from my cheek.

The club car park was almost full so I had to drive over near Charlie Bassett's scooter as I was quarter of an hour late I scanned the entrances to the club as I drove through to see if Maggie and Tracey were waiting. They weren't in sight so I parked up and climbed out shivering as the cold of the early spring night hit me. I saw two bulky thug-like figures step away from Charlie's scooter which was on its side. They headed towards the club as three people emerged from a side door half running to where the scooter lay. The bulky figures shouted something and I realised that the three people were Maggie, Tracey and Charlie.

Charlie stepped defensively in front of the two girls but seemed in pain as the other two closed in on them reaching into their jacket pockets. Instinctively I knew this was trouble so I ran towards the group and dived headlong at the backs of the two thugs. We hit the floor but I was on my feet quickly urging Maggie and Tracey to run past them to the car, Charlie was limping and one of the thugs began to grab for him when Tracey lashed out at his arm with what looked like a vibrator making him scream in pain.

Tracey pushed Charlie ahead of her and I dragged Maggie by the arm luckily I had forgotten to lock the car doors so Tracey and Charlie bundled in the back and I pushed Maggie into the front. I started the car and pulled away before the thugs could get near and was out of the car park and on the main road to the sound of taxi cab horns as I cut across their path.

Once safely about a mile down the road I realised I was driving without lights and shaking with the adrenaline rush. I pulled into a side road and parked up partly to calm down but mainly to find out what was going on. With the interior light on I noticed Maggie's blouse was torn exposing one cup of her black silk teddy underwear and her left stocking was laddered. Tracey's hair was out of place but she seemed reasonably unharmed but Charlie was holding his ribs and groaning.

"What was that all about?" I demanded of Maggie but all I got was a flood of tears.

Tracey just said, "It wasn't her fault those guys were out of order and the bitches with them needed a good slap!"

Charlie chuckled then groaned in pain, "Well Tracey girl you certainly gave them a slap and I think you broke that guy's wrist when you whacked him with that truncheon! Uncle Harry would be proud of you!"

Tracey then related how Maggie had been interviewed by the manager for a hostess job then joined his friends and three other hostesses for a drink. Tracey had been working in the cloakroom, and then later collecting glasses for the bar as another girl had gone sick so she had been asked to work until eleven. Luckily she had just gone into the private rooms at the back of the club when she found Maggie trying to fend off one of the manager's friends who was trying to pull open her blouse and grope her tits egged on by the other hostesses.

Maggie was crying silently and gripping my hand as Tracey told the story.

When Tracey intervened the women turned on her but she was more than a match for them (which I could well believe), then the two thugs had started at Tracey when Charlie came in to investigate the disturbance. After a bit of a melee the three of them were bundled into a store room and locked in.





Charlie had taken a few punches to the ribs from a knuckleduster and guessed that when the club closed he and the girls would probably take another pasting. The store room backed onto the beer cellar and somehow Tracey forced the lock and they escaped just as I parked up.

I offered to take Charlie to hospital to get his ribs checked out but he declined so I drove him to his parent's house and Tracey and he got out. Tracey said she would stay with him overnight as both his parents and hers were away in Spain at their Uncle Harry's villa. It was only then that I realised that they were related.

Maggie remained silent on the drive home until we pulled into our road and parked outside the house.

"Please don't tell mum, Sean!" she pleaded, "She won't ever let me out on my own again!"

I ignored her request and asked her, "Tell me the truth, did that guy do anything else to you?"

Maggie hesitated, "He managed to get his hand up my skirt but I threw a glass of beer over him and that's when he ripped my blouse," she mumbled before the tears flowed.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked putting my arm around her shoulders.

"No, just a bruise and a fright," she sobbed and inched closer over the gear stick.

"Show me the bruise," I said.

"Will big brother kiss it better?" Maggie asked and smiled through the tears.

"If you want me to," I said smiling back.

Maggie shuffled in her seat and hitched up her skirt showing a red mark just above her left stocking top beginning to turn blue.

"Well?" asked Maggie as I hesitated.

"Don't tell mum I did this!" I said and bent my head to her thigh and gently kissed the bruised spot catching a hint of Maggie's musky scent.

Maggie giggled and complained it tickled. I lifted my head and suggested we went in before mum got suspicious why we hadn't gone in yet.

We crept in quietly but Maggie being Maggie dropped her high heeled shoes and sent them clattering across the floor. There didn't seem to be any movement for upstairs so Maggie crept to the bottom of the staircase and sat down to roll her stockings off so she could throw them away without mum noticing. I watched Maggie slowly slide the black nylons off her legs and felt the stirring desire in my groin.

Maggie stood up and came over to me putting her arms around my neck, "You definitely won't tell mum!" she repeated her earlier plea.

"Won't tell mum what exactly," came mum's voice from the top of the stairs.

We both looked up to see mum wrapped in her dark blue robe looking down at us. Maggie burst into tears burying her head into my chest trying to hide hoping mum would disappear. I mouthed the words, "Don't be angry, she's had a shock!" to mum as she descended the stairs.

Instead of saying anything mum just wrapped her arms around Maggie and kissed her cheek. Maggie turned to mum and hugged her close still crying but mumbling the words, "Sorry mum, sorry!" over and over.

Eventually mum said, "Come on upstairs and tell me what happened and I promise not to be angry."

Maggie led the way upstairs while I checked the front door was locked then I followed the two of them up to mum's room. They were sitting on the end on mum's bed and Maggie was haltingly telling the story I noticed the dark blue teddy and my boxer shorts were pushed into a heap by the dressing table. I sat next to Maggie and she placed her hand in mine and continued to tell the rest of the story.

Mum cuddled her and only asked the same question I had when Maggie finished and then told her to take off her skirt so she could see the bruise. Maggie blushed and looked at me then mum said, "You weren't so shy earlier in the kitchen!"

Maggie stood and slipped out of her skirt and then shrugged off her blouse for good measure. My cock twitched at the sight of my youngest sister dressed just in her silky underwear. Mum checked the bruise on her leg and made her turn around to check for any other marks.

"You'll live, it was more of a fright I suppose," said mum soothingly, "I expect you will feel better after a good night's sleep, so go and get ready for bed and I'll check on you later."

"Can't I stay here tonight?" asked Maggie sniffling, "I don't want to be alone!"

Mum had a pained expression on her face but said, "Okay but I don't want you fidgeting all night!"

"I'll go and get ready for bed," I volunteered standing up.

"No don't go," whined Maggie, "I would feel safer with you here with us!"

"There's no room," I protested.

"We're not that fat," declared Maggie, "It will be like when we were kids all cuddling up to mum on a cold night!"

"I didn't say you or mum was fat," I said, "It is just that we are both quite a bit bigger than when we were kids!"

"I'm glad to hear you don't think I'm fat, Sean," Mum chipped in, "Let's just get into bed or your sister will be moaning all night and I want to get some rest."

"Okay let me clean my teeth and get out of these clothes," I said, "Maggie do you want to use the bathroom first and get changed?"

"No I'll sleep in this, I can't be bothered changing," she replied beginning to crawl under the covers.

"You don't need to get changed, Sean," said mum with a wry grin, "Just take of those dirty clothes," she added knowing I had no underwear on.

"I need to loo first," I said managing to avoid having to explain how I came to be 'going commando'.

I nipped out of mum's room and into my bedroom to grab some clean boxer shorts then went to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. When I came back into the room Maggie and mum were in bed and Maggie patted the bed next to her.

"You can sleep on this side," she said, "I'll go in the middle!"

We settled in and I reached out and turned off the light switch as I rolled back Maggie was twisting and turning.

"I thought I said no fidgeting," said mum sounding sleepy.

"My head fell through the gap in the pillows," moaned Maggie, "And the bed feels damp there!"

"Well snuggle up to me or Sean and rest on our pillows," Mum commanded, "It probably got wet when I lay down after my bath."

Maggie wriggled over to my side and pushed her bottom against my hip then wriggled some more, "I can't get comfortable Sean's hip is all bony, roll over and let me cuddled up to your tummy," whined Maggie.

"Can't you just go to sleep?" I said.

"Sean just do as she asks so we can all get some sleep," begged mum.

I rolled on to my side and Maggie pulled one of my arms under her head and the other around her waist before pressing her bum back into my groin.

"Umm, that's better," cooed Maggie, "Mum will you be hot in your robe?"

"I'll be fine," Mum wearily replied rolling on her side to face away from Maggie and me, "I didn't put my nightdress on after my bath and I'm not getting up again or sleeping next to you two in the buff. Now go to sleep young lady!"

"Okay, night, night," Said Maggie finally, "Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Maggie's breathing slowed as she finished her sentence and she fell asleep even though my cock was pushing against the crack of her arse. I stretched my arm that was under Maggie's head and softly touched mum's hair, she turned her head pulled my hand close, kissed my fingers then pulled my index finger into her mouth and sucked on it sexily for a few moments then softly rolled away.

Maggie shifted in her sleep as my erect cock pressed harder into her crack. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

*******

Billy Idol screamed, "She cried More, More, More!" as mum's radio alarm burst into life at eight o'clock on Sunday morning before I reached the snooze button behind me.

We were more or less all in the same position Maggie nestled into my body (and 'morning glory'), mum had turned to face Maggie in the night her robe gaped at her breasts. Maggie giggled and shifted against my body.

"Mum, your boobs are showing," she exclaimed, "Don't look Sean!"

"Someone's full of the joys of spring," Mum replied pulling her robe closed, "Are you going to get up and make Sean and me breakfast?"

"But I'm all cosy," whined Maggie, "Besides I'll probably just break something!"

"I'll get it mum," I offered, "You and Maggie can have a lie-in!"

"No baby-boy," said mum, "I need to go to the loo anyway!"

Mum sat up and gave each of us a kiss on the cheek, "I'll make a proper cooked breakfast and leave you two to get another hour in bed. At least you'll be able to spread out you must be stiff Sean from being cramped up with Maggie all night?" she hinted then slid out of bed and headed for the door picking up the blue teddy and my old boxers from the floor.

Maggie snuggled closer then quietly said, "Mum was right about you being stiff!"

"That's why you should move over to mum's side!" I replied.

"Maybe I like being here," Maggie said giggling quietly, "Or do you need space to do something about it?"

"We shouldn't be discussing this," I said listening out for sounds of mum returning, "It happens most mornings and anyway it will go away on its own."

"So it's not just being with me then?" Maggie asked with a hint of disappointment.

"Well you are not helping it go away by being so close," I said.

"So you do fancy me then," said Maggie in a whisper as we both heard mum open the bathroom door. Then Maggie shifted her hips deliberately rubbing against my groin as we heard the top stair creak as mum went down to the kitchen.

"Stop it and move over, I shouldn't be letting you do this!" I complained half-heartedly.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to 'do it' with any of us girls?" asked Maggie referring to my three sisters.

"No," I lied.

"Liar, Tracey says all brothers and sisters in big families want to 'do it' to each other!" Maggie said again rubbing her bum against me, "Am I too ugly for you?"

"No, you are beautiful and you know it. But we shouldn't even be speaking about it; it's against the law," I said trying to shift my groin away.

"I've taken the pill so I won't get pregnant!" declared Maggie, "I want to try it with someone experienced who loves me and won't hurt me. If Tracey hadn't come into the room I think he would have made me do it!" she added her bottom lip beginning to quiver.

"Don't start crying, Maggie," I said, "Of course I've thought about you but I shouldn't!"

"I've thought about you too Sean," Maggie replied, "I'm sure this is what I want!"

I pulled her closer and kissed her gently on her mouth. Maggie took my hand and pushed it between her legs.

I stopped kissing her and rolled her on to her back and said, "You need to be ready as it is your first time, I'll make you come first it will help."

"Don't you just need to push it in me?" asked Maggie naively, "Or do you want me to suck you first?" she added shyly.

"It will hurt too much if you are not ready," I replied not asking how she knew about blow jobs, "And you don't need to suck me I think I'm more than hard enough!"

"I will suck you after if you want me too," said Maggie unconvincingly.

I smiled down at my little virginal sister, "We'll see how you feel later, now remember mum's just down stairs so we have to be quiet. Do you make much noise when you make yourself come?"

"I've never made myself go all the way!" replied Maggie nervously.

"Well just relax and let your body react but if you have the urge to shout put a pillow over your mouth!" I said then kissed her mouth again pushing my tongue against her lips.

Maggie eagerly opened her mouth and sucked my tongue in and I realised that she was at least an experienced kisser. I pushed my boxer shorts down with one hand releasing my throbbing cock to spring against Maggie's thigh. Carefully I slid the straps of her teddy over her shoulders then moved my mouth to her neck making her murmur with pleasure. Her hands awkwardly touched my body unsure what to do then she slid one down to touch my erect cock gripping it gently in her fist but not stroking. I let her just touch me as I moved down to her breasts and peeled the cups of the silky teddy away.

"You have beautiful breasts Maggie," I whispered before sucking her right nipple into my mouth.

"Oh," said Maggie loudly surprised at the sensation.

"Shh," I whispered lifting my head.

"Sorry," she said, "Do it more it was so nice."

I moved back to her nipple and played my tongue over it before sucking it into my mouth again. This time Maggie cooed quietly and I ran my hand down her body to her pubic mound. Maggie made small groaning noises then gasped as I popped the studs holding the teddy together and ran my fingers over her pubic hair and virginal pussy lips. I was surprised that she was already slick and lifted my head, "I'm going to put my finger inside you," I warned her.

Maggie nodded then her eyes widened as my finger breached her entrance, "Mmm Sean that's so nice," she whispered and squeezed my cock making me moan with pleasure.

I slipped a second finger inside and Maggie seemed to adjust easily so I moved my fingers in and out a few times letting her get used to the sensation. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as her pussy reacted to the probing fingers then Maggie began moving her hips to meet my strokes. Her moans increased when I rested my thumb over her clitoris letting her movements stimulate the swollen button.

Suddenly Maggie opened her eyes in shock grabbed a pillow and muffled her screamed words, "Oh Sean, I love you!"

The noise still sounded loud as her body bucked against me a few times.

We both froze when we heard mum call up the stairs, "Are you alright up there I thought I heard a scream?"

"Maggie must have been dreaming," I shouted back quickly as Maggie stared at me unable to react.

"Is she okay? Do you want me to come up?" Mum called.

"No it's okay," Maggie suddenly found her voice, "Sean can take care of me!"

"Okay, breakfast will be another twenty minutes or so!" Mum called her voice trailing off as she went back to the kitchen.

Maggie smiled at me, "I'm sorry Sean but it was so good I couldn't help it!"

I laughed, "At least we'll all know when you have a boyfriend around!"

Maggie suddenly look unsure, "I think I've wet the bed?" she said.

I put my hand under her bottom and smiled, "I think you just squirted juices out when you came."

Maggie looked blankly at me.

"Some women ejaculate a bit like men," I almost added that she was just like mum but instead I slid further down the bed and put my tongue against the folds of her pussy lips and tasted her juices.

Maggie reacted by twisting away but I held her in place and whispered, "Don't worry you'll like this just relax and have the pillow ready!"

She stopped resisting as I probed into her entrance and slipped two fingers inside again then gently sucked on her clitoris. Maggie began moving her hips as she got used to the sensations and I looked up to see her clasping the pillow to her face in anticipation. I quickened the sucking and fingering opening my fingers wider as I withdrew them to help stretched her before I tried to enter her properly. Maggie was whimpering with pleasure trying to hold back until the last moment then her body spasmed and I tasted her juices and heard the muffled scream of her second orgasm.

"Am I ready yet?" she asked in a panting breath as the sensations ebbed.

"I think so," I said, "I'll go slowly just stop me if it hurts too much!"

"I love you Sean," mumbled Maggie.

"I love you too Maggie," I replied as I positioned my body between her legs letting my hard cock rest on her pubic mound.

Maggie put her hand around my cock and pulled my foreskin back to its furthest extent then rubbed to purple head against her sensitive button. Her body twitched then she pushed the head down into the crevice between her legs until it rested against her pussy entrance.

"Pull me into you Maggie," I encouraged her; "You can control the pace!"

Maggie pulled the tip in and grunted as it breached the first ring of muscles then she pushed her hips forward to take in a little more while I supported my weight above her. Without prompting Maggie eased my cock out slightly then pushed with her hips taking me deeper groaning at the same time. She did this twice more before thrusting hard against my weight to take me all the way in. She whimpered and clasped my neck, "Oh god Sean it feels so big."

"Relax Maggie," I whispered, "I won't hurt you I'm going to start to move inside you!"

Slowly I eased back then forward making Maggie clasp my neck tighter, "I love you," I said as Maggie slowly responded. Gradually she moved her hips in time with me moaning softly as our bodies touched.

"I can feel it starting again," Maggie said uncertainly, "Push faster, make me scream again!"

I picked up the pace of my thrusts but Maggie mistimed the first couple of strokes then caught up and we were soon slamming into each other's bodies causing our flesh to make slapping noises. I could feel my semen rising when Maggie buried her head into my chest and bit me hard to muffle the sound of her cries of pleasure. As our bodies touched on the final stroke I exploded inside her my weight pinning Maggie to the bed as I jerked at each ejaculation.

My body went limp and I lay on top of her as she shook lightly gently coming down from her third orgasm. When she stopped I eased my cock out and lay besides her watching her stunned face slowly recover her composure while stroking her body.

I smiled when she finally looked directly at me, "Are you okay Maggie?" I asked quietly.

"Mmm," she muttered, "Is it always going to be like that?"

"Not always, sometimes it will be quick and full of lust and other times it may be even better," I said, "It depends who you are with and how you feel at the time,"

"Can we do it again?" Maggie asked.

"Not now," I replied.

"Wasn't I good enough," said Maggie tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"I didn't mean that, you were beautiful" I said kissing her tenderly, "I meant that mum will be calling us for breakfast soon!"

"Can't we do it quickly?" Maggie pleaded, "I haven't sucked you yet!" she added as if it might tempt me.

I slipped my finger between her legs and collected some of our mingled juices then lifted to her face, "Taste this first, you may not like it!"

Tentatively Maggie poked her tongue out and licked my fingertip, "It smells musky, but tastes not bad," she muttered and sucked on my finger. When she had licked off all the juices she turned her body to me and snuggled closer.

"We will get to do it again?" she asked.

"We shouldn't really," I said, "But I'm not sure I can say no to you!"

"You had better not!" she said.

"Why will you tell mum to make me?" I said smiling at her.

Maggie laughed, "I wonder what she would do if she caught us?" she mused, "Would she be shocked or jealous?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I don't think she and dad have done it for a while and Tracey says lots of mums do it with their sons when the husband is away or doesn't want to," replied Maggie, "I think mum would definitely want to do it with you. She caught me peeking in your room once when you were asleep and we both saw your cock all stiff!"

"Did she say anything?" I asked.

"No, she told me off for looking, but she stared as long as I did!" Maggie said.

"So do you think I should ask mum if she wants me to do it to her?" I teased Maggie.

"No," she said sternly, "I want you for myself!"

At that moment mum called to say breakfast would be five minutes so I kissed my little sister deeply then threw the bed covers off and went in search of my boxers while Maggie tried to find something to stem the fluid leaking from her pussy.

"Will mum notice the wet bed clothes?" asked Maggie giggling.





"Not if you strip the beds and offer to sort out the laundry for her," I suggested helpfully before pulling on my underwear and heading for the door.

Mum was finishing putting the food on plates still dressed in her robe when I reached the kitchen having put my own dressing gown on.

"Where's your little sister?" she asked.

"Just stripping the beds ready for the laundry," I replied adding, "Maggie said she would do the washing and make up the beds for you!"

"Hiding the evidence," said Mum without turning around.

"Evidence?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

Mum turned her head smiled then nodded to the kitchen table, "Put the cutlery out and sit down!"

Maggie arrived with bed clothes bundled up in her arms hardly able to see where she was heading.

"I'm amazed you didn't fall down the stairs carrying that lot," I said jokingly.

"I'm not a complete clumsy idiot," whined Maggie, "Anyway you could have helped!"

"Sorry little sister, I thought you had it covered!" I replied laughing.

"Stop arguing you two," chided mum, "Maggie just put that down and come and eat your breakfast!"

Maggie and mum sat opposite me as we ate and I realised that I hadn't eaten food since the cake in the cafe the previous afternoon. But I had tasted the delights of the two gorgeous women sitting opposite me. Maggie was concentrating on her food but mum looked up and mouthed the words "I want you!" then bit into a piece of sausage suggestively. I felt the sap rising in my groin and accidently dropped my fork on to the floor.

Leaning down I glanced under the table noticing Maggie had her legs firmly closed but mum had opened hers and allowed her robe to gape open revealing her dark brunette pubic curls glistening with juices. My face flushed red and my cock stood to attention.

"Are you okay?" Mum asked when I sat upright, "You look a bit red!"

"I'm fine, it must be having something hot in my mouth," I replied nodding to the food.

"I know what you mean," Mum said suggestively, "Well eat up you need to keep your strength up, I have something to do in the garden this morning which you can help with."

"Do I have to help?" asked Maggie in a voice clearly not relishing the idea of working in the garden; she preferred to lie back in the sun and watch.

"No, you'll be doing the laundry and the some of the ironing," Mum replied, "As you volunteered earlier!"

Maggie looked up as if to protest then cheerily said, "Okay I did promise, I'll have my shower first!"

"That's okay," Mum said, "Sean and I can shower after we finish in the garden."

"Not together, I hope!" Maggie said cheekily.

"No my baby girl," said mum, "Gone are the days of me sharing my bathroom with my little babies!"

"I'm not a little baby anymore," said Maggie indignantly, "I'm a grown woman."

"So when did this happen?" asked mum leaning over to cuddle Maggie's shoulder.

Mum's robe gaped and showed a hint of nipple causing me to stare. Maggie thought I was staring at her as if she was about to reveal what had happened earlier.

"I, I, I mean," she stammered, "That I've grown up too!"

"But you will always be my little baby girl even when you are married and producing my grandchildren," Mum said laughing, "Now if you've finished your breakfast go and get ready for your shower, Sean can help with the washing-up!"

Maggie always keen to dodge a chore didn't wait to be prompted and quickly disappeared upstairs.

Mum collected the plates before moving to the sink and began running the hot water. I walked up behind her and placed my arms around her waist. She pushed her hips back grinding her bum into my thighs. Being only 5' 2" to my 6' 2" my throbbing cock settled in the small of her back.

"Mmm," Mum breathed, "I can feel you have your strength back already!"

"Thanks to my darling sexy mother," I whispered leaning down to nuzzle her neck.

"I want you inside me," Mum demanded then stopped as the upstairs bathroom door shut with a bang as Maggie headed for the shower.

"You want to do it here," I breathed back, "What about Maggie or do you like the idea of being caught with your son touching your sexy body."

"Yes baby boy," she mumbled her mind drifting, "I wish we could fuck hard on the floor with your little sister watching me being taken by a proper cock! I wish we could just show her how good it is to be taken."

Mum reached behind her back and gripped my cock through my boxers.

"But we have to wait until Maggie runs the water," she said coming back to her senses, "Just in case she comes down for something."

I scrunched her dressing gown up with my fingers until I exposed her trimmed pubic bush and slipped my index finger along her moist vaginal lips. Mum's hips rocked against my palm as her vaginal lips tried to suck my finger inside the folds. My middle finger joined the index finger teasing mum's lips pressing along the groove but resisting entry.

The water pipes rattled and the hiss of the shower started overhead.

"Do you want my fingers or my cock?" I asked.

"Please don't tease me," begged mum burying her head into my chest, "I want both; don't make me choose!"

On the next downwards stroke of my fingers I pressed them into her slippery passage making her gasp and open her legs wider. Mum let my fingers enter to the knuckle them clamped her vaginal muscles tight before setting up a steady pulse as she brought herself to a climax.

"I bet your sister doesn't know how to do this!" she panted turning her face into my chest.

"Do you want to show her?" I whispered to her the words seeming to make her quicken the pace of her muscle contractions. Mum bit into my chest hard before she could respond and I had to take her weight as she slumped into me shaking with ecstasy.

The muffled groans she was making ebbed and her body relaxed including her vaginal muscles letting my fingers slip free also releasing a gush of fluid into my palm. We stood still for a few moments until a noise from upstairs broke the spell.

I released my grip and stepped back letting the hem of mum's dressing gown fall to her knees. She turned and stumbled to the kitchen table pulling her dressing gown back up to her waist. Leaning forward she rested her hands on the table and tilted her backside up and out to me.

"Now fuck me hard," she groaned adding, "Like a stallion takes his mare!"

I crossed the kitchen in one stride pushing my boxers down as I went letting my cock spring free. It slapped against Mum's pouting pussy lips making her moan, "Again, do that again!"

I began slapping my cock against her lips then sliding it along her perineum before slapping it on her puckered ring. Mum writhed on the table her hands clenching the sides as she braced ready to receive a hard fucking.

I pulled her dressing gown apart and clasped her exposed breasts in my hands.

"Do to me now," she demanded, "Push it in me and fuck me hard!"

Grasping her hips and quickly positioning my cock at her slickly lubricated opening I drove deep into her body forcing her against the edge of the table. Mum grunted as her breath escaped then pushed back at my body grinding my cock into her. We grunted together as we fucked in short sharp jabs mum's vaginal muscles rippling over my erection as she clenched and unclenched them. Instinctively I rubbed my thumb over her puckered arsehole.

"Oh yes Sean," Mum muttered in between grunts, "Finger me there!"

Pushing my thumb in made her gasp, "Now harder as you push your cock in ram your thumb in and open me up!"

Mum stopped speaking and made more grunting noises as we pumped into each other then shuddered and clenched her pussy and anal orifice tight. I could feel my cock through the skin inside her orifices and then the surge as my balls tightened making me shoot deep into my mother's pussy. The ecstasy of my ejaculation was almost too much to bear and I had to push deep inside her and hold her writhing body down on the table until my cock stopped spewing spunk.

"Oh fuck, Mum," I finally moaned, "That was so fucking good!"

Mum seemed to be holding her breath then reached over to grab the remnants of a loaf of bread and pushed it into her mouth to muffle a long scream before collapsing face down. I pulled out of both her holes and staggered back suddenly feeling light-headed. We both took a few moments to speak as our breathing slowed.

"Sean, help me up, I can hardly move," Mum said weakly, "I haven't had such a hard fuck in years," then she burst into a fit of giggles. I couldn't help but join in as I pulled her upright noticing a slice of buttered bread stuck firmly to her right breast.

"We should have cleared the table properly," I mumbled through the giggles as I peeled the bread from her breast.

Mum just took it from me and held it under my dripping cock.

"I'll save this for later, I always liked bread and dripping when I was younger," she said and carried on laughing as we both heard Maggie banging the bathroom door and shouting down to tell us she was finished.

"We had best finish the dishes before Maggie comes down," I said, "Or she will wonder what we have been up to!"

"I think she will be more interested in when she can feel your cock again," replied Mum, "I hope you have enough energy to take care of both of us!"





Substitute for Dad Ch. 03





Little sister's sexual education continues.


Continued from "Substitute for Dad Ch. 2" and goes back to the good old 1980's in the glorious days before the proliferation of mobile phones, the Internet and always on communication.

*****

It had been a busy morning after I had popped my youngest sister's cherry and pleasured my spread-eagled mother in the kitchen I had then spent the last two hours helping my mother clearing the vegetable patches ready for planting.

I heard the telephone ringing as I finished drying myself after my shower then my little sister Maggie's voice shouting out, "Mum, Lizzie's on the phone for you!"

The handset clattered on the side as Maggie dropped it and then I heard her bounding up the stairs. I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into the hallway as Maggie dashed past into her bedroom. Mum emerged from her bedroom wrapped in her blue silk robe looked at me then brushed her fingers across my groin before grinning and going down stairs to talk to my older sister Lizzie.

As mum began talking on the phone Maggie opened her bedroom door and grabbed my hand pulling me into her room.

"Sean," she panted still breathing heavily from her dash upstairs, "Quick while Mum's on the phone!"

"What?" I asked.

Maggie didn't reply but grabbed my cock through the towel and lifted her head to mine to try to kiss me.

"Wait, Mum is just down stairs," I said trying to make Maggie slow down.

"But I promised to suck you earlier and we don't have much time until you take Mum to visit Dad in hospital," Maggie replied urgently, "I've been waiting all morning and thought we could do it quickly when Mum had her wash!"

My cock was responding to Maggie's groping hand as she intended and encouraged her more, "See you do want it!" she continued as she knelt before me and pulled the towel away.

Gazing at my stiffening member Maggie smiled, "It looks so sweet as it grows," she murmured to herself more than me.

"Maggie, have you ever done this before?" I asked in a hushed voice as Maggie remained still.

"Not really," she replied looking up at me with a confused expression on her face, "Tracey said it was easy but I'm not sure where to start?"

"I can wait until we get some time alone," I said, "Then you can take it slowly and decide if you like it!"

"Are you sure?" she replied sounding relieved.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly on the lips and said, "Its fine and it will be better than Mum finding you with my cock in your mouth!"

Maggie giggled, "I don't know what I'd say if she did?"

"Not a lot probably, any way she wouldn't want you to talk with your mouth full!" I said laughing too, "Now I had better get to my room before Mum does come upstairs."

I had just crossed the landing to my room when Mum put the phone down and walked up the stairs. She knocked on my bedroom door and put her head around it, "Oh Sean that was Lizzie on the phone she said Davey will pick me up to go to the hospital."

Her gaze settled on my groin area covered only in my towel and still bulging from Maggie's attempt at seduction. She smiled and reached out to run her fingers over the prominent shape.

"That reminds me," She said, "I must buy you some bigger towels before your holiday. You'll need one for the beach and a one for the shower, that one looks a bit small for you now!"

"The holiday is months away," I replied having forgotten about the so called lad's holiday to Crete, "There's plenty of time to sort things out but we may not be going as Tony and Jimmy have dropped out."

"Oh I didn't know," said Mum, "It would be a shame I thought you might meet a nice girl while you were out there!"

Maggie appeared on the landing, "I don't think he wants to meet a nice girl," she said emphasising the word nice.

"Don't be cheeky young lady," said Mum over her shoulder quickly withdrawing her hand from my groin.

"You just want him to find a girl to have his babies so you can be a doting grandma," Maggie replied laughing, "With Davey and Lizzie unlikely to produce some sprogs any time soon Sean is next in line!"

"What do you mean by that remark young lady?" enquired Mum.

"Well, Lizzie now prefers women and Davey is going out with a woman older than you!" exclaimed Maggie sniggering.

"Don't talk about your brother and sister like that," Mum said trying not to smile, "As long as they are happy it is okay with your Dad and me."

"I just want Sean to find a nice girl and settle down," she continued.

"Mum, if Lizzie and Davey are going to see Dad, then I don't have to go too do I?" asked Maggie changing the subject.

"I suppose not," replied Mum, "As long as you behave yourself this afternoon and don't argue with Sean."

"It's not that I don't want to visit Daddy," Maggie added, "But hospitals give me the creeps."

"So you keep telling me," sighed Mum then smiled and said, "Well enough of this idle chit chat I need a wash before Davey gets here and you have the ironing to finish young Maggie Mahony!"

Maggie groaned but went down stairs without further protest and Mum went off to the bathroom. I quickly dressed in boxers, jeans and tee shirt then barefoot I followed Maggie downstairs. I crept up behind her and grabbed her from behind making her squeal.

"Oh Sean, you made me jump," she moaned.

I kissed her neck whispering, "When Mum goes out I'll take you up to my bed and make you come again!"

"Why not use Mum and Dad's bed?" Maggie asked.

"So you don't have to wash the sheets again," I replied, "My juicy little sister!"

Maggie moaned as I rubbed my hand over the front of her jeans and cupped her pubic mound in the palm of my right hand then sliding my left up to clasp her right breast. She leaned back into me pressing her bum into my groin.

"Will you show me how to give you a blow-job too?" Maggie asked with panting breath as my hands massaged her body.

"Yes, my beautiful little sister and I will show you how good it is to fuck in different positions," I replied tweaking her erect nipple through her blouse making her groan louder, "Now, finish the ironing quickly or we will have less time to explore each other!"

"Bastard," Maggie exclaimed, "You've got me all hot and horny!"

"And wet, no doubt!" I laughed and tapped her bum then went into the front room to read the Sunday papers.

About twenty minutes later Lizzie knocked at the front door, as I opened it Mum came down the stairs.

"Hello little brother," Lizzie said as she stretched up to kiss my cheek brushing my stomach with her ample chest.

Lizzie was eighteen months older than me but over a foot shorter in height at only just 5' and close on seven stones lighter. Her slight build exaggerated her breasts which although a 30" D-cup appeared more like a DD. She had lost more weight over the last year so her face seemed gaunt but her chest maintained its magnificence.

"Hello, my favourite sister," I replied and lifted her off the ground in a bear hug making her squeal.

"Put me down," she giggled, "You're like big teddy bear!"

I planted a kiss on her neck and blew a raspberry making her squirm, her breasts rubbing against my chest. I was sure I could feel certain hardness to her nipples which in turn made my groin tingle.

"Stop your beard is all rough," Lizzie panted her breathing shallower, "And I can't breathe with you squeezing so tight!"

Before I could make her wriggle more Maggie appeared and tugged at my arm.

"Put her down," Maggie demanded, "I want to say hello too!"

Putting Lizzie back down I let Maggie hug her watching as their chests squashed together and suddenly having a salacious thought about seeing my sisters in a naked embrace.

"Well we had better get going," Mum said breaking the spell, "Is Davey in the car?"

"Yes," replied Lizzie, "So are Angie and Sylvia."

Mum looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of Davey's girlfriend Sylvia and Lizzie's partner Angie. She had not taken to either woman and worried that they were both very possessive to the point of obsession. Sometime before Mum had confided in me that she felt Lizzie had moved from one bad relationship to another when she met Angie, which was something she rarely did unless concerned.

Lizzie glanced at Mum and said, "Don't worry, Davey has insisted you ride in the front with him, I'll sit in the back sandwiched between Angie and Sylvie."

Mum's face lightened and she shrugged on her coat before turning to me and Maggie, "I doubt we will be long, but if I'm not back by five o'clock you can cook the pie that's in the fridge for dinner!"

Lizzie piped up, "Don't worry about dinner, Davey and I are taking you out to the Forester's Arms, Maggie and Sean can meet us there when they open about six o'clock."

"Are you buying?" I asked cheekily.

"Only Mum's, you can pay for yours and Maggie's," replied Lizzie with a smile, "You have loads more money than us!"

"Cheers," I said, "As long as Maggie is a good little sister and finishes the ironing!"

"Oh shit," exclaimed Maggie dashing into the kitchen, "I left the iron on!"

"Don't swear Maggie!" Mum said to Maggie's rapidly disappearing back.

"You'll probably be swearing," laughed Lizzie, "If she's burnt your favourite frillies!"

"At least I'm not in them!" replied Mum, "Come on let's get going before she has anymore calamities."

"Now Sean you look after your little sister while we are gone," said Lizzie playfully wagging a finger at me adding, "Don't let her get into any more trouble!"

"I'll have to tie her up and put her in the cupboard to keep her out of harm's way," I laughed, "Like we used to with you." (This was a reference to a childhood trick Davey and I would play on her and she fell for it every time).

Lizzie stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and whispered, "I didn't mind being tied up it was the cupboard I hated!"

She scooted out the door before I could reply, then Mum kissed me goodbye and followed.

I had hardly shut the door when Maggie came back into the hallway holding one of my white work shirts that now had a brown burn mark on it.

"Sorry Sean, I'll buy you a new one," Maggie said sheepishly, "If you lend me the money?"

"Charming," I replied, "Don't worry you can make it up to me in other ways!"

"Even though I'm not your favourite sister, Lizzie?" asked Maggie with a slight pout.

"Who's a jealous little sister?" I said and grabbed Maggie hugging her close and nuzzling her neck.

"Can we go upstairs now?" Maggie asked squirming as my tongue flicked on her neck.

"Have you finished the ironing?" I replied, "We should get it finished and put away then you can spend the rest of the afternoon pleasuring me."

"It's done," she panted, "Just need to put it away."

"And put my shirt in the rag bag," I corrected her, "Come on I'll help then I can get you naked again!"

Smiling Maggie turned and dashed to the kitchen to begin tidying away.

Less than ten minutes later we were lying on my bed kissing as I began unbuttoning first her blouse then her jeans revealing her plain pink cotton bra and matching knickers. I stopped momentarily to look at her body then stripped the loosened clothes from her. Maggie groped at my jeans but fumbled the buttons on my fly; I moved her hands and undid the buttons for her. Standing up I pulled my tee shirt over my head and kicked off my jeans and pushed down my boxers making my already hard cock jerk up and down.

Maggie knelt up and reached for my cock, "Tell me how to suck you off!" she demanded.

I wrapped her hand around the shaft and moved it up and down letting some pre-cum lubricate the foreskin.

"Kiss the end Maggie," I instructed her, "Taste it first, then lick down to my balls."

She did as she was told at first hesitatingly, "Firmer Maggie, it tickles if you are too light!" I squirmed.

She giggled, "So even your cock is ticklish!"

"Erg", I groaned as she pressed her tongue harder down the shaft and around my balls, "Oh that's good."

Maggie flicked my balls with her tongue then licked back up the shaft before kissing the head again.

"Open your mouth," I said with heavy breath, "Then suck the end!"

She did as instructed then began bobbing her head up and down without prompting. I groaned as I reached down to unfasten her bra. Slipping the straps from her shoulders I then cupped her beautiful titties and squeezed them as she let her bra drop to the floor.

A muffled moan came from Maggie, and then I pulled her face off my cock. Maggie looked up in surprise, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No Maggie, it feels good," I said lying back down on the bed, "I'm going to lick you too."

I lifted Maggie's legs over me into the sixty-nine position, "Carry on sucking, kissing and licking!"

I felt her mouth move back onto my cock as I positioned her cotton clad pussy just over my mouth. Rubbing my nose against her cotton knickers I inhaled her aroma, and then licked the cloth where a wet patch already stained the material and pushed my tongue into her mound forming a camel toe.

Maggie groaned as I slipped a finger under the edge of her knickers and traced her moist pussy lips up to her clitoris. Using my free hand I pulled the material to one side and eased her lips open before plunging my tongue into the juicy opening.

Maggie's head came up of my cock and her hips pushed back as her body reacted to my probing, "Oh Sean," she mumbled, "I can't concentrate on sucking you if you lick me!"

I stopped for a moment to reply, "Relax and you will get into a rhythm, and just don't bite me if you start cumming first!"

I pushed my tongue back into her pussy lips and after a couple of second's hesitation Maggie's tongue pressed back down on my cock. Maggie adjusted the pace of her sucking and licking to my probing tongue then moaned when I pushed a finger across her swollen clitoris. Every few seconds I would slip my tongue out of her pussy and lick her perineum keeping a gentle circling motion around her clitoris with my finger. Soon Maggie's hips began rocking back and forth faster, her head lifted up and she gripped my cock tightly as her orgasm built. I easily slipped a finger into her slick pussy and began fingering her as I rubbed her clitoris faster.

"Oh fuck Sean," Maggie shouted her head now flopped down into my groin, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

I continued my fingering as Maggie's body quivered above me then licked past her perineum to her perfectly puckered little hole. When I pressed my tongue into her arsehole Maggie's whole body stiffened as a second strong orgasm struck. She made strangled cry then went limp sliding forward detaching my tongue from her tangy hole. As she lay across my body she gasped for breath my still stiff cock rubbing her shoulder.

She was silent for what felt like an eternity until I spoke.

"Maggie, are you okay?" I asked gently caressing the back of her thighs and buttocks.

"What did you just do to me?" she whimpered.

"It's called reaming," I said gently, "I should have warned you, and I won't do it again if you don't like it!"

"But it was my arsehole?" Maggie muttered, "Doesn't it taste yucky?"

"No just tangy," I said, "But some people don't like it."

"It made me cum really hard," Maggie said with a hint of doubt in her voice, "I nearly blacked out!"

"Just like M," I nearly said Mum then corrected myself, "Emily."

"Did she like it?" asked Maggie head still resting on my thigh.

"Yes, she did and some other anal play," I replied.

"What you mean buggery?" Maggie asked lifting her head up having recovered a bit more.

"Anal intercourse, is the correct term," I laughed, "But yes she did like me to bugger her sometimes."

"But your cock is so thick it must really hurt!" Maggie exclaimed wrapping her hand around my deflating shaft.

"Are you going to bugger me?" she asked with a look of fright on her face.

"Only, if you want to try," I replied, "And only after preparing you properly."

Maggie glanced at me with a slightly bewildered look on her face, "I'll let you if you want," she said meekly releasing my cock from her grip.

I sat up, pulled her to a sitting position and embraced her and nuzzling her neck then whispered, "Maggie, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. Remember that it is always better if both people want to experience something."

"Okay," she replied seemingly more relaxed, "I'm not sure about having your cock up my bum, but I would still like it in my pussy."

"And my mouth," she added placing her hand back around my member.

"I'll lie back down and let you suck me a bit longer," I said with a grin, "Then we can try fucking with you on top!"

Maggie knelt between my legs to resume her sucking, kissing and licking of my cock while I caressed her neck and firm titties. I was soon sporting a throbbing erection and Maggie gagged as I surprised her by tweaking her left nipple.

She raised her head momentarily so I held her face and said, "Get on top of me I want to fuck you now Maggie!"

Maggie crawled up my body and sat on my lap trapping my cock against her cotton covered pussy lips. I held her hips and moved her back and forth letting her pussy juices seep through the cloth and mingle with her saliva. After a couple of minutes grinding I lifted her from the waist and told her to pull her knickers to one side and guide my cock into her pussy. She pulled my cock into position and pushed down until the head forced her outer lips open.

"Ease yourself down, Maggie," I instructed her, "Feel the difference from when I was inside you this morning."

Maggie sighed as she sank lower, "Umm, it feels nice," she said as she slid down and ground her hips into mine when she reached bottom.

"Move up and down slowly," I groaned feeling the edge of her panties scraping my cock, "Until you get used to it."

"What do I do then?" she asked placing her hands on my chest to steady herself.

"Then," I moaned, "You can ride me as hard as you like until I fill you full of my sperm!"

"Oh god yes!" groaned Maggie and immediately picked up the pace while I fondled and squeezed her breasts. As she evened out her strokes I began thrusting up on her down stroke causing her to grunt in delight.

Moving one hand down from her tits I pushed my thumb against her clit and her body responded by fucking me quicker.

"Sean, I going to cum again," she panted but kept up the pace.

"Yes, almost there" she muttered more to herself than me.

My balls began to tighten then I felt the rush of spunk from my balls to the tip of my cock, "Oh shit yes Maggie!" I groaned and my body stiffened as I forced my cock up deep into Maggie's pussy.

"Don't stop!" demanded Maggie, "Fuck my cunt, I want to cum!"

I let out a strangled moan but obeyed my baby sister's command, jerking upwards as she pushed down. As my cock began to deflate Maggie's pussy muscles relaxed too making our combined sexual emissions ooze over my aching balls. Thankfully Maggie's orgasm hit after about ten more squelching thrusts and she collapsed into a twitching heap on my chest.

Less than a minute later my limp cock popped from her pussy with an audible plop followed by a long fanny fart.

"What was that?" Maggie asked.

"Your fanny saying thanks to my cock!" I said beginning to laugh which made Maggie's body shake on top of me.

Her fanny belched again and more juices oozed out this time coating my pubic hair. Maggie rolled to one side and snuggled into my arms as another belch sounded.

"It won't stop, what's happening?" Maggie said in a panicky voice.

"It's just trapped air escaping," I replied stroking her hair, "Sometimes air gets in when you fuck hard a few times, especially when your pussy is full of juices."





"Does it happen to all your girlfriends?" enquired Maggie.

"Not all, only the special ones!" I replied.

"So I'm special then?" she asked snuggling even closer and rolling my flaccid member in her palm, "Your favourite sister!"

"Yes, you are my special little favourite sister!" I agreed.

"How long will it take for him to be ready again?" she asked referring to my still deflated cock.

"Just snuggle for a few minutes," I mumbled into her ear, "It will give him time to recover."

"How long normally does he take?" Maggie asked insistently.

"It depends on how busy he has been," I replied.

"But you've only cum twice today," complained Maggie, "So he shouldn't take too long?"

I almost told her three times but remembered that the other was when I lustfully fucked my mother over the kitchen table.

"Though they were both very good orgasms but he'll be fine with the right encouragement," I said adding, "If you are desperate I can use my tongue and fingers again?"

Maggie considered this for a moment, "Have you ever used a dido on a girlfriend?"

"Do you mean dildo?" I replied smiling at her mispronunciation.

"Yes, I meant dildo," she said still toying with my floppy cock, "I know where there is one and some lubricant."

"Where is it?" I asked intrigued.

"In Mum's bedside cabinet," she said, "Lizzie found it once and showed me when she last came home."

My sister Lizzie had come back home a few times in the past year each time due to another failed relationship normally she would be home for about two weeks before finding the new love of her life and moving out again. Her current relationship with Angie was nearly four months old which was the longest of recent times so she was either due to come home crying or it might just last a lifetime. When she did come home she shared a bedroom with Maggie and my other sister Susan and still had a wardrobe full of clothes which never seemed to make it to any of her new homes.

Lizzie also had a knack of finding out everyone's secrets from Davey's stack of German hard-core porn magazines and his Polaroid photos of various girlfriends in stages of undress to apparently Mum's instruments of pleasure. From an early age Lizzie had been a sleepwalker and Mum would find her in all sorts of places in the night. It seemed to coincide with when she was stressed about something, exams, appearing in school plays or having to go to the dentist. But some of her nocturnal wandering was deliberate if she thought she might catch one of us out. When she found Davey's stash of porn she blackmailed him into taking her out with his friends so that she could show-off at school and pretend to have an older boyfriend.

"I take it Lizzie found it on one of her nocturnal wanderings," I said to Maggie.

"Of course not silly," said Maggie, "Mum would have known; Lizzie was looking for Mum's diary."

"What diary?" I asked innocently.

"Her special diary," Maggie said, "The one where she writes down her fantasies about doing it."

"Doing what?" I asked.

"You know sex," said Maggie, "Lizzie said she had found one last year and she said it was full of notes about how many times she had done it."

"Did Lizzie find the diary as well as this dildo?" I asked.

"Not a recent one," replied Maggie, "Just ones she had read before, the dildo and some KY jelly."

"So, Lizzie showed you this dildo?" I asked, "She didn't just make it up?"

"Yes, she got one the diaries from last year to show me as well as the dildo," replied Maggie, "And she showed me what to do with it" she continued in a slightly lower voice.

"She didn't use it on you, did she?" I asked in a surprised tone, but also with a definite stirring in my groin.

"No!" said Maggie indignantly, "She used it on herself and let me watch."

My cock twitched under Maggie's hand, "Oh, does he like hearing about girls playing with their 'noonies'?" she asked, and she rubbed it faster.

"Mmm," I replied, "So do I especially if I can watch them too!"

"Lizzie said you would probably like to watch her get off," giggled Maggie "So you and Lizzie discussed me?" I asked.

"She started it," replied Maggie defensively, "She asked if I had seen your cock in the mornings!"

"Do you ever think about her and Angie doing it when you have a wank?" Maggie continued.

"Maybe," I responded, "Do you?"

"No, I don't think about other girls" said Maggie hesitantly, "I think about you!"

"Did Lizzie have an orgasm?" I asked my cock nearly back ready for action.

"Yes," whispered Maggie sexily as she tugged at my cock and moved her other hand between her legs, "She shouted out and her body jerked as she shoved it in and out of her pussy."

"Oh fuck," I groaned now fully erect, "I want to fuck you again Maggie!"

"Shall I get on top again," she asked.

"No kneel on the bed," I commanded, "We are going to fuck doggy style, while you tell me about Lizzie and the dildo."

"Hold on let me get it so you can see it," she said letting go of my cock then she rolled away and got off the bed. Her pert arse was out of the bedroom door before I could stop her, and then there was a squeal and a scrabbling sound.

"What was that Maggie?" I called and got off the bed my cock bouncing out in front of me.

"I'm okay, Mum's curtains are open so I had to crawl around the bed," she shouted back, "I don't want old Mrs Peters across the road seeing my titties."

I shook my head then called back, "I bet if old Mr Peters was still alive he wouldn't mind seeing your firm young titties!"

There was more scrabbling and then Maggie reappeared in the doorway hiding her hand behind her back, "Did Lizzie ever tell you about Mr Peters?"

"He asked to see her titties once when she was about eighteen," continued Maggie, "She said he had just come back from the pub and saw her in the front garden. He offered to give her a pound for a look."

"I hope she said no," I laughed, "They are worth at least a fiver a peek!"

"So, what are my titties worth?" asked Maggie her jealousy coming to the surface again.

"At least five pounds fifty," I teased, "Plus my big cock deep in your tight pussy!"

"Make it a tenner," said Maggie smiling, "And you can lick my arsehole too!"

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips pushing my tongue into her mouth. She responded pressing her titties into my chest as I reached around and grabbed the dildo she was still holding behind her back. A notebook slipped from her hand but we left it on the floor as we kissed and I used the dildo to caress her back.

I was slightly surprised that it was made of wood but carved beautifully to look like a real cock including balls; it was slim but about 7" long up to the balls and was modelled on a circumcised penis. The wood was smooth with detailed ridges and darker in places. We broke the kiss as Maggie put one hand around the wooden shaft and another around mine.

"Hmm," Maggie hummed, "I like this but yours is better."

"So, which one do you want inside you?" I asked.

"Yours, because it's fatter," Maggie said adding, "Doggy style but don't push it up my bum!"

"Okay," I smiled, "Can I just play with your arsehole while I fuck you?"

"Yes, if it doesn't hurt," she mumbled.

"I'll take it easy," I promised as I slipped my hand between her legs and ran two fingers over her swollen clitoris eliciting a soft moan, "Just like that!" I added tapping a finger over her hood for good measure.

"God yes," murmured Maggie, "What shall I do with the dildo?"

"When I'm inside you, rub your button with it," I replied, "Put some lube on it first in case it is a little rough in places."

Typically, Maggie fumbled the tube of KY jelly squeezing too much out so that it began to drip from the now glistening wooden phallus. I instructed her to kneel on the bed facing the headboard and climbed behind her nudging her legs wider. I scooped up some of the spilt lube and smeared it over her clit then trailed my fingers along her pussy lips and over her perineum.

"Umm, yes," she moaned rocking gently pushing her bum towards me.

I ran my lubricated hand over my cock although I knew with Maggie's juices already flowing it wasn't necessary while still rubbing her clit and pussy lips. Maggie's hand gripped the wooden cock pushing it between her legs began nudging the tip around her clit. She rolled her hips forward pressing on the hard implement allowing it to push her lips apart as it skimmed her hooded clit. I pointed the head of my cock just above her pussy opening and let her rocking movement first capture then release it.

"Oh god Sean," she moaned, "Push it in me now!"

I held her hips still momentarily and pushed forward easily breaching her outer ring of muscle and plunged deep making her rear up and gasp. I released her hips and slowly withdrew before pushing deep again.

"Yes Sean, fuck me like that," Maggie gasped her head bouncing up as I pushed deep yet again.

I could feel the wooden phallus hard against the underside of my cock as my thrust in to my little sister's pussy met her stroke with the dildo, "So good," I muttered.

"Maggie I'm going to play with your arse while I fuck you," I warned her.

"I don't care just as long as you keep fucking me!" she gasped in reply before shouting, "Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming Sean!"

Maggie struggled to maintain the stroking while her orgasm ran through her beautiful body; I steadied her with one hand and continued the long deep thrusts. Her pussy juices leaked out as I withdrew so spread some up to her arsehole with my thumb. Maggie reared up again as another orgasmic shudder ran through her then shouted, "Oh fuck" as my thumb circled her puckered ring.

"I'm going to push my thumb in Maggie," I said trying to warn her of the impending violation.

"Umm, fuck me Sean," she mumbled in reply resting her head on her arms, "So nice inside me!"

I pressed my thumb into her arse eliciting a gulp and her hips froze for a second but then she resumed pushing back to meet my cock thrusts. I eased my thumb all the way up to the second knuckle without resistance from Maggie just little moans of pleasure. Maggie kept the wooden dildo pressed against her clit so I could feel the pressure on my cock from above and below as I fucked her.

"Oh, shit Maggie," I mumbled, "This is so good!"

"I keep cumming!" Maggie just whimpered then cried out, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" as I twisted my thumb in her arsehole.

She jerked violently as if to emphasise the point and losing her balance fell forward dropping the dildo which bounced off the mattress and clattered on to the floor. My cock popped out of her pussy as I was on an out stroke but her arsehole tightened around my thumb pulling my hand with it wrenching it as she twisted. She laid face down squirming, clenching and unclenching her buttocks as her orgasm slowly subsided; my thumb feeling the ripples of her vaginal muscles.

When she finished shuddering I had to prise her cheeks apart to extract my thumb. I grabbed a tissue and quickly wiped my aching digit before lying next to her now still form.

I touched her shoulder gently and called her name but she didn't respond, so I repeated it while shaking her.

"Maggie, are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded her head then rolled over to face me with tears in her eyes, "That was the best one yet!" she said then turned her head away.

"What's wrong?" I asked turning her head back with my hand.

"I seem to have the best orgasms when you put something up my bum," she spluttered, "Am I a freak?"

"No, my funny little sister," I said soothingly, "You are just sensitive there and it's all new."

"When you make love to other people you will find different things will turn you on!" I continued.

"Are you sure?" she said staring up with her tearful brown eyes.

"Yes," I said, "You're my little sister, would I lie to you?"

"I suppose not," she conceded.

"Good," I said stroking my still hard cock, "Now I haven't come yet so what are you going to do about that?"

"Practice my cock sucking, I ache a bit down there now," replied Maggie now smiling, "I want to feel your spunk in my mouth!"

"Sounds like a good idea," I agreed, "How do you want me?"

"Lie back and I'll get a wash cloth first," said Maggie taking control, "That KY stuff smells funny so I want you clean!"

She skipped out of bed and instantly squealed as she stepped on the discarded dildo, "Ouch, who put that there," she exclaimed.

"You did," I laughed, "You had best clean that too or Mum will be able to smell your juices on it."

Limping Maggie disappeared off to the bathroom so I got off my bed to pick up the dildo when I spied the notebook lying on the floor. I picked them both up put the dildo safely on the bedside cabinet then lay back on my bed and began to flick through the pages. Generally, each page had a different date in the margin and initials which I assumed represented the partner Mum had been with. Naturally curious I flicked through to try to find any entries about my encounters with her and recognised a couple of descriptions with dates of our affair the previous year with the initials LBB.

Aug Bank Holiday - 1982 Saturday

"LBB arrived early and found me coming back from the local shop this morning. Drove to a beach car park then LBB took me in the sand dunes, pushed me down and had me on all fours, a couple of dog walkers watched us as they passed by on the causeway. I love being spied on when my man is riding me hard! Shame he must pull out every time, but I can't let him make me pregnant. Had to mop my backside with my drawers and hide them when I got back to the van!"

"We had to sneak around again this afternoon as the girls were sunbathing outside the caravan, but managed to give LBB a quick blow job but had to swallow too much cum too quickly that I had hiccups for about half an hour. He seems to have so much cum even after saturating my knickers earlier."

Sunday

"We had a glorious love making session at the caravan whilst Pat took the girls into town for the Sunday market. Nearly caught by the new arrivals in the next van as the window was open and I came so hard I screamed loudly. The woman keeps giving me strange looks now, I bet she is jealous. Maybe I should lend her LBB for an hour or two when her fat husband is not around!"

I was engrossed, my prick already stood rigidly to attention, when Maggie made a noise when she came back from the bathroom,

"OH, why is he so stiff, are you reading Mummies' dirty fantasies?" she asked.

"Just flicking through some," I replied.

"Do they mention LBB, Mum seemed to write about those fantasies the most," she said, "Read one out loud while I wipe your cock clean."

"Okay, this one is from August Bank Holiday Monday two years ago," I said and started reading as Maggie wrapped the wash cloth around my still hard cock.

Monday - early morning

"The girls promised to make breakfast, they woke us with their bickering. Pat was feeling horny but still couldn't get fully hard so he made me come with his tongue and fingers. Dreamt it was LBB's mouth on my button and nearly called out his name, I had to bite a pillow to muffle the sound.

Pat keeps promising me he will be okay soon and wants me to stop letting LBB have me. Agreed to tell LBB later just to make him feel better but I'm not sure I want to stop."

Monday - afternoon

"Found a quiet time with LBB while the others went out to the shops, told him we should stop but cried when he agreed. Then took him to our bed for one last hard fucking session which made me pleasantly sore (three times in an hour and a half). Not sure I can keep away from him if Pat isn't better soon."

Thursday - early morning

"Went out early for a walk while Pat and the girls were still asleep, he is still annoyed after I confessed having LBB one last time that he hasn't touched me for two days, he has never been jealous of other men he has shared me with before - but LBB is different for both of us I suppose.

Hot and stuffy night so I went to the beach for a swim to cool off and to try to work off my frustration, I'm even more horny than before I started with LBB. It seemed to work for a while but as I lay on a towel letting the early morning sun dry my skin I slipped my hand over my crotch and rubbed my button through my swimsuit pushing the cloth between my lips imagining LBB caressing me, getting me ready to be fucked. Lost in my own pleasure I didn't notice the man standing watching me make myself come - one of the dog walkers from the other day. Not until I felt the air cool as he cast a shadow over me when he shuffled forward for a closer look. I was too far gone to stop so I let him watch as I pulled my swimsuit to one side slipped my fingers deep inside so he could see my puffy lips parted and I groaned aloud and humped my fingers fingering hard until I came. After I calmed down he spoke telling me it had been a great show and then asked if my young lover was due soon as he wanted to watch me be fucked again.

I know I shouldn't have done but I told him I needed to be fucked right away, before he could agree I pulled his zip down and fished out his semi-hard cock. I made him lie down and sucked him stiff then rode him until he said he was going to come. I had to pull off him and let him finish in my mouth, I so wanted it to be LBB's taste but it was sourer and much less than LBB produces."

Friday - afternoon

"Went to the beach again as arranged with Dog Man One, anything is better than nothing as Pat is still being stubborn. Surprised by Dog Man Two being there also, he brought rubbers, gave in to temptation and let them both fuck me one after the other after sucking them both hard. Disappointed as had to finish by myself after they left."

Friday - night

"Pat relented after the girls were safely asleep, he licked and fingered me, made me come twice. I sucked him off making him fully hard for the first time in nearly two years of trying. He came before I could get him inside me but he seems on the mend. I didn't let on about encounter with the dog walkers."

Saturday - morning

"Pat was hard when I woke, he managed to enter me but pulled out after about five strokes and came over my bum. He then fingered me until I came too. Girls woke up before I could make him hard again. He is definitely on the mend, hopefully I won't be as tempted by LBB again."

Sunday - morning

"Pat and I left the girls to wait for Sean and Davy to arrive to take us all home, we strolled down to the beach. He noticed my dog walking friends watching us then mischievously decided to give them a show by leading me into the dunes and passionately kissing me while lifting the hem of my sundress and fingering me until I came and collapsed in his arms. As I recovered my poise he then pushed me to my knees and I dutifully sucked him until he came in my mouth with a grunt. Pat pleased as punch with his show of dominance in front of DG1 and 2, I thought it best not to mention I actually knew them intimately."

Sunday - evening

"Pat failed to get hard, he was tired from travelling and exertions this morning, even put on a show with my wooden friend but hardly any reaction. I miss LBB's young ever ready cock. I will need to live with it for now, hopefully Pat will get back to his former self, he is still adamant I can't have LBB anymore."

Maggie mouth was on my cock soon after I began reading, tentatively licking and sucking until I began reading about Mum's encounter with the dog walkers then with more urgency seemingly turned on by thought of two men taking her mother one after the other. This continued until I had to stop reading and warned Maggie about the impending eruption. She nodded awkwardly but remained attached to my cock as the first spurt hit her mouth, two further jerks later she had to release me so she could swallow and allow some spunk to dribble down her chin. She laid her head on my stomach and watched my cock twitch as the last few spurts caught her face or dropped onto my belly.





"Do you reckon Mum would be proud of my performance?" she eventually giggled wiping her face with the wash cloth.

I pulled her up so that she was snuggled on my chest, "I'm sure she would be," I replied.

"Even though it's my big brother's fat cock I'm tasting," Maggie giggled, "Perhaps she would be jealous and want to compare your taste to Dad or LBB?"

"Or even DG1 and DG2?" I asked.

"I reckon if she tasted you she would prefer you to all of them," Maggie declared then went silent for a minute or so until she asked, "Do you think Mum's stories are just stories?"

"Of course, some of the bits where she is with Dad might be real," I lied, "But she probably likes to write her other fantasies down, it might be something which turns her and Dad on."

"So, you think she lets Dad read the stories," replied Maggie.

"Maybe, or she reads them to him," I said, hesitating, "I read that some men like to dream of their wives being with other men and always coming back to them."

Maggie thought for a moment, "What if they are true stories and Mum does do it with other men?"

"Well if Dad knows and is happy then it's up to them, I suppose."

"But the way she writes about LBB, it sounds like she is in love with him," said Maggie, "He seems to be much younger, Dad might not be able to compete anymore. What if she decides to leave Dad and live with LBB?"

"That's a lot of ifs? Well we would have to cross that bridge," I started to say but Maggie interrupted, "If she wants a young lover, then she could have you!"

"I'm not sure that would happen," I replied carefully.

"Would you do it with Mum if she wanted to?" Maggie insisted.

After a pause, I said "Yes, I would if she asked."

"But little sister, would you be able to share nicely?" I asked Maggie, "If her diary is true, she would be having me all day long!"

"We would have to tell her about us," Maggie responded, "She couldn't stop us as she would be as bad as we are!"

"She could show me ways of pleasing you," Maggie continued after another pause, "She said she likes to be watched."

"So, you want to watch Mum being taken by your big brother," I teased Maggie, "Perhaps you would like to join in?"

"You could you draw up a rota, for my services," I laughed.

We remained silent as we cuddled dozily for a while then after about fifteen minutes I eased Maggie's head from my chest telling her it was time to clean up properly and return all of Mum's things to her bedroom. Maggie nodded but kept her eyes closed and didn't move so I ran my fingers along her thigh and over her buttocks until I reached the gap between her cheeks.

"Are you going to move?" I asked, "Or shall I finger your bum again?"

She squirmed but ignored me keeping her eyes closed, until I ran my finger over her puckered ring, "Please don't, I was thinking and just want a while longer," she finally murmured, her eyes flickered open and she rolled on to her back.

"Perhaps you could try it on with Mum later, when we get back from the pub," suggested Maggie with a smile, "She will be merry, so if she really wants a younger man she will be less resistant to it being her son. I know she likes it when you give her playful cuddles, like on her birthday and Christmas when she has had a couple of drinks. Her face gets flushed and she gets like a giggly schoolgirl."

"You have thought this through, my devious little sister," I said, "So where will you be when this seduction takes place?"

"I'll pretend to feel really drunk and go straight to bed," she declared immediately, "I'll snore loudly so she will think it's okay to do it with you."

"How will you get to watch?" I asked playing along with her plot.

"You'll have to leave her bedroom door open and I'll be listening for sounds," she explained earnestly, "Then I'll creep out and watch until you have your cock in her then I'll come in when she is cumming and pretend she woke me with her moaning!"

Maggie's breathing was becoming faster and shallower as she spoke and her hand had moved between her legs.

"What if she wants to have sex downstairs on the sofa or living room floor?" I asked as I watched my little sister begin rubbing her pussy with the heel of her hand.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," she said her eyes closed, "You'll have to make sure she is facing away from the door, so she can't see me until I'm ready to burst in!"

"Okay, what position do you think she would like?" I asked playing along with my little sister's fantasy.

"Doggie," Maggie moaned rubbing harder imagining she was already watching her mother being fucked, "I think Mum will want you to fuck her hard from behind, you could finger her bum too!"

My cock was back hard, I rolled Maggie on to her front, straddled her back and pulled her legs apart then pushed inside in one thrust making her yelp. I leant in and whispered in her ear as she wriggled beneath me, "Imagine you are Mum and I'm fucking you!"

She groaned as I lifted her hips upwards, "Fuck me Sean, fuck Mummy hard, make Mummy come!"

Suddenly we were both frenziedly fucking, egging each other on, Maggie's body spasmed twice but she kept moaning, "That's it, keep fucking Mummy, good boy, cum in Mummy's cunt!"

Then I unloaded into her with a long moan and felt my balls tighten and begin aching with the exertion. Maggie's pussy muscles clamped on to my cock as her body shook then we collapsed on the bed. Just as we began to breathe easier following our exertion the telephone rang.

"Hello," I gasped into the receiver.

"Sean, its Mum, you and Maggie need to come to the hospital now!"





Substitute for Dad Ch. 04





Further tales of Family secrets.


This is set in the 1980's about eight weeks after deflowering my younger sister and restarting my affair with my mother. My had father passed away suddenly after a heart attack in hospital, devastating my mother who had in her grief detached herself from us. Questions surrounding a number of sudden deaths at the hospital had delayed us putting him to rest...

I felt my bed move and rolled over still half-asleep expecting Maggie my youngest sister to be sneaking in beside me, it had been nearly a week since we had last managed to get together as the house was almost full again with my sister Lizzy back home after a massive row with her partner. To my surprise I found my mother perched on the edge of the bed looking at me. I reached out my arm to pull her closer, but she shook her head.

"Are Maggie and Lizzy still here?" I asked drowsily.

"No, they have already gone up to London to get their outfits for tomorrow," Mum said, "You shouldn't keep giving them the money, they have plenty of clothes!"

"They just want to look nice, with everyone coming around," I replied.

"That's not the point," Mum responded unusually harshly, "They shouldn't expect you to keep paying just because you earn more than them, you work hard for the money, they shouldn't take advantage of your good nature!"

I tried again to coax her into an embrace.

"No Sean, not now", she said, "I just want to know if you can still help me get the shopping later."

"Of course, I can, I did promise," I replied, "I'll get up now and get ready."

"No, you can stay in bed, you didn't get back home until late last night," Mum said, "I have an appointment at the doctors beforehand, so I'll meet you at the supermarket about lunchtime. Also, I have to ask you to sleep on the sofa tonight, I promised my cousin she could stay over for a couple of days and she is bringing her daughter, June."

"That's okay," I said, "But couldn't Gran put her up?"

"No that's not a good idea, they don't get along," she explained.

I notice a tear leak from the corner of her left eye, so I gently held her face in the palm of my hand and wiped it away with my thumb. Mum held my hand against her cheek momentarily, then pulled it away and turned her head towards the door.

"Mum, what's really wrong with," I began to say, but she interrupted.

"Enough, Sean, I don't want to talk about it now," she said, "Maybe we can talk after tomorrow."

"I just want to know what I've done," I insisted, "Is it about me and Maggie?"

Mum turned her head back, "If it was, I would have stopped you both before it started," Mum sighed and leant down touching her forehead to mine. I slipped my arms around her and for the first time in nearly seven weeks she did not pull away.

"You haven't done anything wrong, I just need time to think some things through," she said softly snuggling closer, "You know I love you all but sometimes it's difficult to keep you all happy," her tears flowed openly, and she pressed her head into my neck.

"I was worried about you, in fact we all have been worried," I whispered, "We just wanted to look after you."

Gradually Mum's sobbing died away as I caressed her back and she let me pull her down to lie beside me. I lifted the bedcovers over her as she pressed her body into mine, her head lay on my chest and her hand rested on my stomach. With one arm around her shoulders I continued to caress her back as we lay in silence. I noticed a tremble in her body as she slid her left leg over mine, raising the hem of her nightie and pressed her groin against my hip. My next caress was firmer, and I continued over her hip pressing her against my hip.

"Sean, you mustn't," she murmured beginning to grind against my hip even more.

"Mustn't what?" I asked feigning innocence.

"You mustn't make me," she gasped moving her hips faster, "Umm, want you!"

"I only want you to feel nice," I said rolling over to face her, letting my now hard cock slap her thigh.

"Another time soon, but we can't do it today," she sighed moving her body, so my cock rested on her pubic mound, "I've got to go to the doctors, he might need to check me!"

"You can wash after," I suggested, rocking my hips to tease her more.

"No, I'll never get all your stuff out of me," she panted beginning to move in time with me.

"I would pull out, just before," I argued as I managed to push my cock between her legs so that her pussy lips slid along the shaft.

"Oh no, you're just being naughty," Mum gasped, obviously excited, "You know once you're inside and stretching me I want to feel you cum in me. Then, how would I explain a wide-open fanny dripping with spunk!"

"Is there anywhere else, that the doctor won't be checking?" I asked mischievously expecting her to suggest a blowjob or a 69.

"If you know where my KY is you could have my bum!" she moaned, "I think one of the girls took it, but I couldn't find it in their room."

My cock jumped at her suggestion, I knew Mum liked her arse being played with as I had fingered and reamed her arsehole during previous encounters, but she had never asked me to jam my cock up there. I remembered that the KY lube was still in my bedside drawer after Maggie brought it and Mum's dildo in to show me when we were first exploring each other.

"I think it's in my drawer, with your toy," I said reaching over Mum to check, "Maggie wanted to learn how to use it," I quickly added in case Mum thought I was in the habit of playing with a wooden phallus.

"Tell me properly later," she gasped in response, "I need your cock somewhere now!"

As I scrabbled around in the drawer for the tube, Mum peeled her nightie off over her head exposing her gorgeous breasts, they seemed fuller after not having access to them for seven weeks but as Mum had noticeably lost weight over that time, so I assumed it was also the contrast to her slimmer frame. Her journal fell out as I pulled the tube of KY free of the drawer, she looked at me quizzically for a second then pulled my free hand to her left breast.

"Your titties are fantastic," I blurted out, "I've missed them," I continued caressing one of the tempting globes.

"Ouch, be gentle" moaned Mum, "They're a bit sensitive this time of the month!"

Mum rolled over, lay face down, pushing a pillow under her hips, "Rub some lube on your cock first then open me with your fingers. It's been a while since I had anyone in my bum, and no one as thick as my little baby boy."

"It's okay I've done this before," I declared, "I'll be gentle and take it easy."

"Good boy, but don't take all day," she sighed.

I flinched as the cold lube touched my sensitive knobhead, so I worked the next blob between my fingers before sliding them down Mum's arse crack. Her moans of pleasure began to get louder as I opened her cheeks and eased more lube around and then into her bum. Probing first with one finger then two I eased lube into her and felt her pushing back and rotating her hips trying to get me further inside.

"So good baby boy," she breathed, "Try your cock now, push it in gently!"

Holding her cheeks apart with one hand I gripped my cock and pushed it at her slightly opened ring. Mum had her face pressed into the mattress, with one hand underneath her playing with her pussy the other was stretched back pressing against my stomach. She pushed back, and I felt her ring expand and capture the tip of my cock eliciting a long groan from my prone mother.

After a few seconds pause, Mum rolled her hips back to capture another inch or so of my cock, then eased off, groaning again. I remained still letting my mother work her way up and down.

Finally, she eased forward until the tip was just inside, "Baby boy put some more lube on your cock, then push it gently all the way in!" she instructed bracing herself with both arms against the headboard.

"Ready," I asked after smearing more lube and pushed without waiting for any answer.

"Oh god," she moaned tipping her head back, "Fuck me slowly baby!"

"Mmph, it's tight," I grunted pushing further until my pubic hair nestled in the crack of her arse.

"Oh Sean," Mum groaned as she arched her back slightly, "It feels like you are in my belly."

Raising myself into a press-up position to ease the weight on Mum's body I began slow strokes in and out of my mother's tight orifice, partly to be gentle and partly to prolong the experience. Mum kept one hand on the headboard and slipped the other down to her fanny and started to rub her own clit and groaned with pleasure at the end of each inward thrust. I could feel the urge to come getting more urgent and began moving faster.

Mum squealed, "Oh Sean, slow down, just let me come first!"

I held the next thrust deep inside her for a few seconds longer allowing my urge to abate slightly. Mum wriggled below me then gasped, "Oh shit that's it, oh fuck I'm coming Sean!"

Her body jerked and spasmed as she came hard, her arse clenched squeezing my deeply buried cock forcing it out. The sudden push back made me lose control and I thrust back in hard as I ejaculated into my mother's body for the first time in seven weeks. Her head snapped back then she fainted and went limp underneath me. I continued to gently fuck her arse as she lay passed out below me, pumping a few days of pent-up seminal fluid into her colon. As I squirted the last of a really satisfying load inside my prone mother, she began to come around a little. I eased off her as my shrinking cock popped out making her jerk underneath me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"Umm," she murmured still recovering, "give me a minute, please."

Rolling to her side I lay a hand in the small of her back and gently caressed her skin until she finally turned her head and smiled at me.

"That was very nice, Sean," she eventually said, "Hopefully my blood pressure will be normal by the time I see the Dr Bhatterjee."

"Now you go back to sleep and I'll get ready to go out," she insisted as she tried to sit up.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" I asked holding her in place gently, "I've really missed love holding you close, as we haven't made love for so long."

"I'm sorry Sean, I really did want you to make love to me all this time," she replied her voice beginning to waiver again, "But I don't deserve to feel happy just yet, not after all my lying to your Dad and you!"

"I think you deserve to be happy," I interjected, "You only lied to keep Dad from worrying, it's my fault if anything for pushing you too hard!"

Mum laid her head on my chest and squeezed closer, "No Sean, all my adult life I have be untruthful," she mumbled her tears beginning again, "Even to myself, I couldn't accept that I wasn't just being selfish but that it was what others wanted me to be."

"You've read one of my diaries, I lied to you about how many men I have been with, I've lied to myself about being a selfish unpaid tart!" she blubbered, "I lied to your Dad about starting up with you again."

"It's my fault your Dad gave up and just died without a fight!" she cried, suddenly letting go of seven weeks of pent up feelings of guilt.

"He wanted me to keep my promise but even though he was seriously ill he could tell I was lying to him, he would have fought to stay alive, if I hadn't been so selfish just because I couldn't wait to have a good seeing too, because I'm an easy fuck, buy me a drink and I'll fuck you, take me to the cinema and I'll fuck you, take me for a walk and I'll fuck you, carry my shopping home and I'll fuck you, Elizabeth Mahony, your local slut!" she ranted through her tears, "Now he's dead, I'll just lie and cheat on you because I like men fucking me whenever they want too, everyone can have a free ride, at least a common whore takes their money, but not a dirty slag like me, it's the more the merrier!"

The last words ended in a wailing sob, her body shaking and tears streaming down her face on to my chest. Too shocked by her sudden outburst to be able to respond verbally, I did what every confused little boy does and just hugged his mummy tight hoping she would stop crying soon.

After about three minutes Mum just stopped crying and pushed herself free from my embrace. She looked at me then shook her head as I opened my mouth to speak, "Not now baby, I must clean-up and go!"

With that she slid off the bed, a small wet fart sounded as she stood up and clasping a hand underneath to stop any drips hobbled out of my room to the bathroom. I listened to the flushing of the toilet and running shower whilst trying to work out how or even if I should respond to my mother's outburst. Also, my mind wandered to her words, did she really mean everything or was it just an outpouring of grief and guilt. I had read her journal but had thought that most of it was only an expression of fantasies, she hinted there may be more. My confusion as to what to do only grew by thinking about it, and images of Mum lying down or bending over being fucked flooded my thoughts, then I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but these were tears of frustration just like I had as a child prior to the bouts of blind fury. I could feel the anger rising and kicked out at nothing in particular, catching the pillow that had been recently placed under my mother's hips as I fucked her arse it flew across the room and clattered books and sport trophies from a shelf. Still angry I grabbed the first thing to hand, Mum's wooden dildo, and hurled it at the door, which swung open.

"Sean, stop it now," I heard being shouted through the red mist, then found myself enveloped in my mother's arms being hugged to her wet naked body, "stop it," she repeated more gently and then again and again until the anger had subsided and all that was left were sniffles.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yes, it's like I was little again," I said with a shy smile.

"Only I was never naked, and you didn't have a big hard cock standing up for all to see," she laughed.

"Sorry, mum," I mumbled, "I just got frustrated because I don't know how to make you feel happy again."

"You're too good for me," she said, "I don't deserve you, but I'm happy you are here. Now I really must get ready, but I think we will need to have a proper chat at lunchtime after my appointment."

"Okay I'll meet you at 1 o'clock in the Green Man, it's near the surgery and has a quiet garden, it does a nice pub lunch."

"That's a date then, my little baby boy!" Mum replied then gently kissed my lips and went to her room to dress.

I lay back down on my bed, hoping to just fall asleep, but my cock stood erect achingly in need of attention, so I conjured up an image of my mother bent over the kitchen table 'thanking' a stranger for carrying her shopping bags and masturbated until extremely satisfied then drifted off to sleep in a large pool of my seminal fluid.

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Substitute for Dad Ch. 05





Mother confesses her sins in a graphic way.


Set in the 1980's, this continues the events ahead of my father's funeral. Where my mother has an important announcement and confesses her sins.

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I woke up sometime later bursting for a pee and realising that no one else was about just wandered out of my room stark naked to the bathroom. After a satisfying piss I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, cock hanging down from a mass of spunk matted gingery pubic hair and dried lube with brown streaks staining one thigh. I needed a shower and also to change the bed clothes as no doubt they were spunk stained and potential a little shit stained too.

After stripping my bed, I noticed it was already past midday, so I piled the dirty laundry on the floor and headed for the shower. Refreshed, shaved and dressed, I skipped breakfast, then quickly drove to the pub. Mum was sitting table on the raised patio in the furthest corner of the pub garden talking to one of the barmaids, as I got there the girl turned showing off a large round pregnant belly.

"Hello, Sean, you've grown," the girl said, "I haven't seen you since junior school!"

"So, have you, Patty Bailey," I replied grinning recognising one of my earliest girlfriends, "You didn't have that before," I pointed at her bump. I would also have mentioned the huge titties that were bulging in her tight t-shirt but thought the better of it even though my cock twitched at the sight.

"Well I was only ten, but I recognised your Mum when she arrived, she still looks as young," she explained, "So I thought I'd have a chat before some of the dirty old buggers that come in here started harassing her! As you're here now she should be pretty safe, what do you want to drink, I'll bring it out?"

"No, you won't," piped up Mum, "He's big enough to carry his own beer, you should be taking it easy! Sit down and keep me company and Sean can get the drinks and order me one of those corned beef sandwiches and a lemonade."

Patty laughed, "Okay, I'll stay until he gets back, but I'll have to go as Barry can't even butter the bread properly."

As duly ordered, I went off to get drinks and order the food. When I returned, Patty wearily stood up from the bench seat, and waddled back into the pub.

"Doesn't she look well?" said Mum as I sat down, "Not long before she has the baby by the way it looks."

"Well as long as she has time to butter the bread!" I laughed, "But she does look really well, pregnancy seems to suit her."

"But you men, don't know the pain we go through," said Mum, much happier than this morning, "Just to make you Daddies!"

"Some pleasure beforehand, if we do it right," I replied.

"Well you definitely do, my little baby boy," mumbled Mum just as she sipped her drink.

Mum crossed her legs and I heard the familiar swoosh of nylon stockings rubbing together and her skirt slid up exposing a little flesh.

"That's a nice sound," I murmured, "and sight," I added.

"I'll need to call Patty," laughed Mum, "I think a dirty young man is harassing me!"

"Anything to oblige, Ma'am!" I smiled.

"I glad you seem happier now," I continued, "Did the Doctor's appointment go okay?"

"I feel a lot happier," said Mum, "But the appointment depends on your point of view?"

Worried I said, "You're not ill are you," slightly too loud.

"No Sean," she replied touching my hand, "But I have a decision to make and you need to help!"

"What is it?" I asked intrigued, "and how can I help?"

"Well you know Patty looks really well," Mum replied, "Do you think I'll look as good in seven months' time?"

"You'll look great as always!" I said, "What's happening in seven months?"

Smiling, Mum looked at me, "For a grammar schoolboy you can be slow sometimes. I will be having a baby if you want me to."

"What," I sat back stunned for a second, before stupidly asking "Are you pregnant too?"

"Yes, I can't have a baby any other way," she slowly explained, "But I'll only stay that way if you want me to!"

I couldn't think straight at first and just took a deep gulp of beer, "But didn't the Doctors say you shouldn't," I finally said, "Won't it be dangerous?"

"I'm not worried about that, the doctors will keep an eye on me as an older mother," said Mum, "But I need you to agree, Sean!"

"Of course, I agree, but I don't want anything to happen to you," I said fearfully, then suddenly realising the full implications, "What about the baby? Will it okay because its mine?"

"We can only hope so Sean," she said, "But I think either way you'll be a good Daddy."

"I promise I will, Mum," I said, and tears rolled down my cheeks for the second time that day, but not with any anger this time.

"Thank you, Sean," cried Mum, handing me a handkerchief, "Now dry your eyes before Patty comes back, or she'll think something is wrong."

I wiped my eyes and then dabbed hers just as a couple of business suited older men walked out from the bar holding pints, followed by Patty carrying two plates of sandwiches. The men looked at her and sat down without offering to help, so I waved and called to tell her I would come and get them.

When I took the plates from her, she said, "Sorry to hear about your Dad, I didn't want to say anything before to your Mum as she seemed worried and a little bit on edge when she arrived. But she seems happy now you are here."

"Thanks, there has been a lot going on lately," I replied, "But the funeral is tomorrow and perhaps it will gradually get better after that's over. Good luck with the birth, I remember to pop by to find out how it goes."

"Imagine," Patty grinned, "If you hadn't been caught kissing Julie Baines in class 3B, this could have been yours." With that she chuckled and waddled back to her bar duty.

I was smiling when I got back to our table and told Mum what Patty had said. Mum patted the seat beside her indicating I should sit there so that we could both look back down the garden. The old guys were looking the other way, so I quickly stole a kiss on Mum's neck as I sat down.

"Sean, you have to be careful, Patty may be watching from the window," complained Mum, "It would be fine if no one knew us."

"Sorry, but I'm in a good mood," I said, "It's the first time I've been told I'll be a Dad."

"Well there is a long way to go and things sometimes go wrong," she said cautiously, "We never really talked about this as a family but I have lost babies before so we will need to be careful."

"It's a bit late for that," I joked, then stopped realising how stupid I sounded, "Sorry Mum, I didn't mean that."

"I know, but that's what we need to talk about it properly," said Mum quietening her voice, "In the early days I'll need you to be gentle when we make love, or only do it up my bum, when I lost babies before one of the doctors explained that sometimes even later on getting carried away and being rough can cause problems, especially if the woman is a bit small or the man is longer than normal."

"Like you and your Father," she continued, "Sometimes when you do it, I can feel you very deep."

She paused and ate some of her sandwich letting her words it sink in. I nodded and suddenly feeling very hungry wolfed down my own sandwich and drained my beer.

"That's another thing, eating so fast will give you indigestion, or worse you'll choke, I want this babies' father to be around for a long time!" she smiled at me lovingly. Then her free hand slid under the table and she squeezed my cock while checking no one was watching.

"Now I don't want to say anything to Davy and the girls until after the funeral tomorrow," she smiled again continuing to squeeze my now solid cock, "So you need to stop acting like the cat who's got the cream and act like you don't know."

"Well I do feel like that, sitting here having my cock squeezed by the mother of my first child," I grinned, surreptitiously sliding my hand over her stocking clad thigh.

Mum squirmed slightly, gave my cock a harder squeeze and uncrossed her legs to allow me access all the way to her silk covered crotch.

"Hmm," I murmured, "Your best French knickers for seeing the doctor?"

"Umm," she cooed, "I wanted to look my best, and I know he appreciates the effort I put in."

"So, you show off for the doctor too?" I asked smiling so that she knew I approved.

"Well I always have before, so I thought it best to be true to form," she smiled back, "It helped to distract him when I told lies again!"

"I have told him that I think I'm three months gone, and with all the problems with the inquest and funeral didn't go to see him before," she explained, "He would have suspected something if I said it was only eight weeks, as he knew your Dad was having trouble again. I persuaded him we had made a mistake because we got carried away when your Dad had managed to get hard one time."

"Do you think he believed you?" I asked, "Don't they have special tests that gives exact dates?"

"He did seem to believe me; I don't think he thinks I'm some old slag who fucks men as soon as her husband can't get it up!" she suddenly snapped, releasing her grip on my cock, "Even though I am!"

"Beth," I said quietly but firmly, "Don't say that again, you are my beautiful sexy mother, who shouldn't care about what others might think!"

She stayed silent, but I felt more confident in what to say than earlier in the day,

"The only person that matters is you. You just need to accept you have desires which may not be conventional in a sleepy little town, so stop putting yourself down, at least you enjoy your sex life as best as you can, without the outdated inhibitions of rural England," I preached, "A few lies to keep the peace is fine!"

"There is another little person inside me that matters too, and you should know the truth about the mother of your child!" said Mum, squeezing my cock again, "But are you sure that you will feel the same when I tell you all the sordid things I've done?"

"Why should the past make any difference to our future?" I stated, "I love the mother I know, and the woman who is carrying our baby, what you did is of no consequence."

"But my sort of urges may never go away, I will probably do the same again, I could never be sure of being faithful to anyone," she insisted, "Your Dad understood and accepted that as he had similar urges that I had to accept, but can you do the same?"

"I intend to try," I promised, "We both know we cannot be a conventional couple, and I'm not sure I ever wanted to be conventional."

"Okay, but I tell you about something that happened, and you must be honest and tell me immediately what your feelings are towards me!" she challenged.

"I will be honest," I agreed, "just tell me."

Mum began relating the incident, "You see the taller of the two men drink over there," I nodded.

"Well about twelve years ago when you were all still at school, probably when you and Patty were playing kiss chase, I used to walk 'Tommy' the dog in the forest after walking you and the girls part way to school. Sometimes I would be out as far as the Old Mill car park, most of the time it would be empty during the week, but sometimes a few insurance sales reps would meet up normally Friday mornings in the summer."

She paused and laughed, "That dog was always a menace, I spent more time chasing him through the undergrowth than walking the paths, anyway the first time I ever spoke to any of the sales reps was because I had chased that dog all the way to the car park shouting his name and telling him I would get him neutered if he didn't come back. It turned out that the man over there was one of the reps and his name is also Tommy, so his two friends started cat calling him and telling him to obey."

Pausing again to sip her lemonade, Mum then continued, "Well Tommy, the rep, decided to join in the fun and came running up to saying, "Here I am!" just as Tommy, the dog took notice and came barrelling out from some bushes and clattered into me from behind as the other Tommy reached me. I collapsed in a heap at his feet and reached out to steady myself just to grab his trouser leg and pull him over too. The other two reps jogged over laughing at the two of us scrabbling to get up, one of them hoisted me up and proceeded to try to brush bits of earth and leaves from me and copping a feel of my bum. Tommy the dog had run off again, and Tommy the rep was on all fours in pain. Somehow, I must have kicked him in the groin when we fell, his other friend, was taking the mickey and telling Tommy he should ask me to kiss it better."

At that point she squeezed my cock and noticed that the two men were looking our way, I thought she would move her hand, but she began stroking my cock instead, and wriggled forward in her seat pressing her pussy against my hand, "Don't worry, they can't see what I'm doing properly," she said, "Touch me, whilst I get back to the story."

So, I pressed my fingers into Mum's gusset and felt the silky material of her knickers push a little inside and immediately dampen with juices, I just had enough angle to rub her button with my thumb without twisting my arm and being too obvious.

Mum sucked in a breath then continued,

"The rep who had been groping my bum then said he was sure that Tommy could sue for damages, so I replied it was an accident and would he kindly stop touching me. Well you could at least show Tommy you're sorry he insisted, so I bent over the now prone Tommy and started to say sorry when I felt a finger run up my calf. The other rep pointed out I had a ladder in my tights, when I corrected him that they were stockings not tights he said it must be their lucky day as no ordinary dog walker wore stockings when tramping through the woods and I was probably looking for a bit of action. I tapped his hand half-heartedly, but already felt excited by the situation. I tried to say I wasn't looking for anything except my dog, but he slid his hand further up my leg and then the arse groper grabbed my bum in both hands. Trying to turn away from his hands just allowed the other one to push his hand right up where you have yours now."

Mum wriggled more in her seat, then said, "I need you to take me somewhere less obvious in the car, before I finish this story."

I stood up awkwardly and draped my jacket in front of my groin to hide the bulge created by my mother's groping, then taking her arm I led her down the steps passed 'Tommy' the rep and into the car park. Patty waved as we passed the open door to the bar, without thinking I raised my hand and gave her a quick view of the tent in my trousers.

I hurried to the car and opened the passenger door for Mum letting her wriggle into the seat, before going around to the driver's side. When I sat down, I had to adjust my groin before putting on my seatbelt.

"Where to?" I asked, eager to find a quiet spot to hear the rest of the story and as I suspected indulge in some mutual pleasure.

"Scene of the crime will do nicely," replied Mum slightly out of breath. I noticed she had one hand pushed between her legs with her handbag covering her lap from view.

Less than five minutes later we swung into the Old Mill car park, which was deserted as lunchtime had finished for most locals. I parked over in a shaded corner as Mum unbuckled her seatbelt pointed to the back seat. We were out of the front and in the back within seconds and Mum was unzipping my jeans to free my cock. She bent over and sucked on the end eliciting a long low moan from me, "Beth," I groaned, "You can't finish the story with your mouthful!"

Reluctantly she lifted off, sat up and wriggled out of her knickers and lifted her skirt over her hips, "Make me feel nice, while I finish the story," said pulling my hand to her exposed pussy allowing me access for two fingers, then gripping my cock she began a slow hand job, saying, "Now where was I, oh, when the reps hand touched my pussy I moaned, but tried to resist saying I was a married woman and didn't do things with other men. They ignored me and both reps continued to grope me, and they started to unbutton my blouse. I did try to protest but the one with his hand on my pussy could feel my dampness, like you can."

She paused, "Sean finger me gently, remember the baby."

I eased back on my excited thrusting, then she continued, her voice raspy as her impending orgasm built,

"'She's ready for it, the pussy groper said, I told you she's one of those bored housewives wanting a bit of excitement. Come on darling just relax and we will play with you, no one will hear about it and we all get what we want.' He had fished his thin cock out of his pants and grabbed my hand making me wrap my fingers around it (she gave my cock a squeeze to emphasise the words). He thrust into my fist a couple of times until I started tugging it myself. 'See love it's easy, just go with the flow,' he said, 'show us those tits.'

I slowly undid my blouse and shrugged it from my shoulders swapping hands to get it off. Arse groper switched his attention to my breasts and pulled them out of the cups and started tweaking my nipples. Tommy seemed to have recovered enough to help strip my skirt and pussy man yanked my knickers down. There I was just in stockings and suspenders when Tommy pushed down on my shoulders to make me kneel and pushed his chubby cock in my face. To far gone to resist I sucked it in my mouth and let him push it to the back of my throat, I was still tugging on pussy groper's cock. Arse groper knelt behind me still fondling my titties and pushing his cock into my arse crack. Pussy man kept up his commentary as I tugged him and sucked Tommy, 'go for it girl, suck him dry,' he egged me on crudely, 'I bet you want a cock up your wet cunt'. I pulled off Tommy's cock to protest, 'you mustn't, I'm married, only my husband can go there, please just use my mouth I don't have protection.' Tommy grabbed my head and pushed his cock back in my mouth moaning, 'I'm almost there darling, don't stop now.' I sucked him hard and he started jerking and sped up a bit then pumped his cum in my mouth. He held my head tightly and I choked a bit as he forced me to swallow, 'Good girl, you're a swallower too, now me' demanded pussy groper pushing Tommy to one side and grabbing my head. Tommy staggered back as arse groper tried to push me on to all fours, pussy groper popped out of my mouth temporarily then knelt down in front, knowing what arse groper intended. 'Please don't put it in me," I pleaded dribbling the last of Tommy's cum from my mouth and reached one hand back to try to grab his cock to stop him entering me.

'Don't be a tease,' arse groper replied, 'You know this is what you want!'

'But I don't have protection!' I moaned, 'Please don't come in me.'

'So, you do want it then,' laughed arse groper and grabbing my hand made me line up his cock with my entrance then he pulled my hips back and impaled me.

'Oh god, yes!' I groaned as he began fucking me roughly and I reached out for pussy groper's cock and put him in my mouth to help stifle my moans.

Pussy groper exclaimed, 'All right, I've only seen this in a porn mag, never thought I get to try it!' then started pumping his cock in my mouth.

Arse groper couldn't keep going for long and declared he needed to come so pussy groper told him to swap quickly. When they changed positions, pussy groper began fucking me even rougher than arse groper who only just knelt in front of me and spewed his cum in my face. By that time, I was almost ready to cum myself and just lay my head on the ground and met pussy gropers thrusts with my own."

Mum suddenly hesitated, then her head flopped back, her pussy flooded juices and she cried out, "Oh yes baby boy, oh fuck that's good."

Her hand on my cock pumped faster and I groaned and shot spunk up in the air hitting the car door panel and leaving a trail over the back-seat Mum's nylon clad thigh, and her hand.





After a few moments heavy breathing, Mum kissed me deeply, then said, "We've made a bit of a mess of your car!"

"Shall I finish the rest of the story?" she asked, then continued without waiting for an answer.

"Pussy groper kept fucking me as hard as he could in silence as he concentrated on lasting longer than the others, who watched fascinated by my moaning asking him to fuck me harder to make me come. He started to flag a bit, then with a final surge he pushed as deep as he could, grunted, and deposited his load in my unprotected pussy. He pulled out before I had come so I rolled over and finished myself off with my fingers as they watched. When I cried out as I came, they were zipping their flies and looking around to make sure no one had heard my loud orgasm. Pussy groper finally found his voice again, 'We need to shoot off to work, but see you next week, maybe come by a little earlier and we can all get to fill your wet pussy and mouth!'

They left me to mop up all their spunk from my dripping pussy and face, the only thing I had to hand were my knickers which were soaked by the time I finished. Once I had taken off my ruined stockings, put my titties back in my bra, and put my blouse and skirt back on I bunched my knickers up into the waistband and straightened my hair as best I could, that bloody dog came sniffing back from the undergrowth. Then I had to walk all the way home without my knickers on and that dog jumping up trying to sniff under my blouse."

"Well what do you think now?" she asked, "Tell me the truth!"

"Well the effect that story had on me, well both of us, should tell you something," I replied, "But I still think you are the best Mum and lover a man could want!"

"I'm not a nice person," she continued, "The things I have done are not normal behaviour."

"Mum, you are talking to someone who has made love to his own mother and sister and is about to become a father to his own brother or sister!" I replied, "So do you think I am worried about being normal?"

"But I can't promise that I wouldn't do it again, if the opportunity arose, or even go looking for it if I had the urge!" she stated, "Your Dad and I accepted that if situations arose we could indulge ourselves but he had certain rules. I constantly broke his rules and lied to him."

"What rules did you break?" I asked.

"We had to tell each other as soon as possible after an encounter," she explained, "If we were at special parties, it was okay to go all the way as long as we used protection. But if we just met a stranger, then we could only go as far as kissing, touching and manual relief. I could never control my urges and as you heard if the men could last, I would suck and fuck them even if they didn't have a rubber!"

"Special parties?" I said somewhat surprised, "Do you mean wife-swapping? I didn't know that happened around the estate."

"That's not the point, but if you must know, it was sort of wife swapping, but not around here," Mum answered, "Your Dad had a number of friends from the aircrews he served with during the war and they had this private club where they shared wives, girlfriends and sisters. One of the friends owned a big estate in Norfolk, so we would go there two or three times a year, normally staying for the weekend. But as we all started families that became more difficult to arrange."

"Sounds interesting," I mused, "What used to happen?"

"Another time, but generally, I always went beyond my promises," she said with sniffle, "Then would tell him only what he would want to hear, just enough to turn him on."

"So, Dad never found out or suspected?" I asked giving her a cuddle, "You were lucky that you never got pregnant or infections."

"No Dad never knew the real truth. My urges tended to be worse during my safe time of the month and when your Dad was away working, so that's when I mostly went with strangers," she said stifling a sob, "But, I was also lucky to know a private doctor who would do tests and give me prescriptions if I did catch something. He was a special friend of my cousin Kathy, so he didn't charge any money."

A thought stuck me, "So did your cousin know?"

"Yes," Mum said in whisper just audible above her sniffles, "She knows everything, including you and me and about the baby, at least that I thought I might be! Kathy understands and has always kept my secrets, she is keen to see you again now you are all grown up."

There was a silent pause while Mum waited for me to respond, then I turned her head to mine and kissed her mouth passionately. I broke the kiss just long enough to say,

"Look, I still love you, I will not try to stop you giving in to your urges or set any rules."

We kissed some more, then she began to push me away,

"Sean, we have to clean up now, we still need to get the shopping for tomorrow!"

"If, we must," I reluctantly replied, "But will you do me a couple of favours?"

"What?" she asked.

"Would you tell me more of your encounters," I asked with a grin, "and go around the shops commando?"

Mum smiled, "Well I will tell you more, when we have time alone, but what does commando mean?"

"No underwear like in your walk home," I explained.

"I suppose it's a small price to pay," said Mum popping her knickers in her handbag, "You'll need to unfasten my bra, it's awkward in the back seat, but I want to keep my stockings and suspenders on!"

"That's suits me, I only meant you didn't need your knickers on!" I laughed as I adjusted stiffening cock.





