The Mechanic's Tale
The life of a young man, his mother and twin sisters.
A/N -- Hello. Hopefully the short synopsis is informative enough as to what is likely to come within this story. As always, I don't write short 'stroke' stories. Sex only happens once characters are eighteen but the start does give background and flavour of the growing years and forming of relationships.

Hope you enjoy. As always, comments and feedback appreciated.

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Mark

"You're pregnant again?" my father asked, and even I heard the disappointment, maybe even anger in his tone.

I was standing in the darkness by the doorway leading into the kitchen. My mother was sat to one side of the dinner table, my father the other. Neither knew I was present. I'd just come in from seeing a friend who lived at the other end of the street. "Yes, I am. I had it confirmed by the doctor this morning."

"How the hell has that happened?"

"How do you think it happened, Michael?" Mum asked, a mixture of sarcasm and frustration, "In one of the few times you've actually shown me any bloody affection..."

"I thought you were on birth control?"

"I was until you made it rather clear you'd rather fuck your secretary than me so I stopped as, quite frankly, it made me feel like garbage most of the time."

My father remained silent before he asked quietly, "You know?"

"Of course I fucking know, Michael. I also know she hasn't been the only one. I'm not an idiot."

"Then why..."

"The only reason you're still in this house is because of our son. I'm not going to kick you out because my son needs his father in his life, even if I personally think that man is a pathetic piece of shit. I'll be honest, I'm not sure why I allowed you sex with me that night. Considering you've made me feel like nothing but a piece of shit for years now..."

"Are you keeping it?"

"How fucking dare you!" my mother said coldly.

"It's just..."

"Shut. Up. Michael. Firstly, yes, I am keeping it as you know I've wanted another child for years. Secondly, you're moving out of our bedroom. You can take one of the spare bedrooms. Our marriage will remain in name only. But you will be meeting the following requirements. Fail to meet a single one and I'm hauling your arse into divorce court. Willing to hear the terms?" I can only assume he nodded but, by then, I'd heard enough and walked away back to my bedroom.

I was twelve years old at the time. Mum knocked on my door a little later, looking up as she opened the door. There was a flicker of sadness on her face before she smiled at me. "Can we talk, Mark?"

"Of course, Mum."

She sat on the edge of the bed next to me. "You heard, didn't you?" I waited a seconds before nodding, wondering if I'd be in trouble. Instead, I found myself embraced. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "You were not meant to hear all that."

"Is it true?"

"The good part or the bad part?"

"Good part!"

"Yes, Mark. I'm pregnant. In around six months, you're going to have a baby brother or sister."

"Cool!"

Mum allowed herself to chuckle. "Well, I'm glad someone in this house is excited about it. Then again, you've been an only child for twelve years now."

"Are you not excited, Mum?"

"Of course, Mark. I'm still in shock though, to be honest."

"Is it true... about Dad..."

I wasn't sure how honest Mum would be, but I guess she assumed I'd heard enough. "Don't let it change your relationship with your father."

"But is he... being with someone else..."

Mum hugged me a little tighter. "I'm not going to unload my problems onto my only son. Mark, rest assured I love you and will always be your mother." She lifted my chin and I noticed she was crying. I hugged her tighter, feeling the sob escape her. "Well, at least my son still loves me."

"Always, Mum."

She took a few minutes to compose herself. "I'll always be Mum. And he'll always be your father. What happens between us shouldn't affect you, okay?"

"Okay, Mum."

I didn't know much about pregnancy, still being a kid, but I promised myself to help from that day on.

Mum was twenty years old when she had me, thirty-two years old when she fell pregnant a second time. My parents were both educated professionals. Dad worked in finance and provided a comfortable lifestyle, despite what he was doing on the side. Maybe it was a guilty conscience? Mum was a lawyer and, after giving birth to me, had spent two years raising me before returning to work. I probably spent more time with my grandparents than my parents most of the time. I knew Mum hated being apart from me. We always had breakfast together before she drove me to school, but I spent the afternoons at my grandparents, my grandmother collecting me as she didn't work. As for my father, I usually only saw him an hour or so during the week before I went to bed, and usually on the weekends, depending on his plans.

She noticed straight away I was doing what I could to help her. I was excited at the idea of having a younger brother or sister. Most of my friends had siblings, generally closer in age, but it meant they had company at home, at least. I'd found growing up a little isolating at times, though Mum had obviously done her best, ensuring she spent nearly all weekend keeping my company, even though I knew she was tired.

I think we were both surprised when she sat me down and told me that not only was she going to have a daughter, she was going to have twin daughters. I thought that was so cool, and the fact I was even more excited made Mum cry again. She hugged me for what felt like hours, hearing her mutter that at least one male in the house was excited.

Even I felt the distance between my parents during the pregnancy. Dad was coming home later and any affection Mum had for him was definitely on me and her unborn twins by now. She was still hard at work with her job, but she explained to me things like maternity leave, and that once she'd given birth, she'd be home for nearly a year before she would go back to work, adding it would only be part-time until the kids were at school. She was surprised her firm agreed, but they didn't want to lose her.

"What about Dad?" I asked one night at dinner, Mum now looking quite large. Considering she was only around five-foot-five, she had a big belly by now. I would sit next to her occasionally, taking my hand and placing it on her belly to feel the babies kicking. I'd chuckle and it felt like my future siblings giving me a high five.

"Don't worry about your father, Mark."

I looked down at my dinner plate, playing with my food. "Mum... It feels like he doesn't care about me anymore..."

I heard her chair scrape and I was soon wrapped in a hug. We both had a little cry. Then it kicked off that night once I went to bed. I heard raised voices, sneaking out of my room as they were in the dining room once again. "Your own son has picked up on it, Michael!"

"I didn't mind having him, Cathy. I do love my son, never doubt that. But I didn't plan nor want another two children."

"You were the one that wanted sex that night."

"I thought you were..."

"Could have worn a fucking condom or pulled out, Michael! Considering however many fucking women you're probably with nowadays, I should probably get myself tested."

"Not like you want to fuck me anyway! I'm surprised I could even get it up for you that night!"

Silence. Interminable silence. Then I heard Mum crying. "You fucking bastard," she sobbed, "I've given you some of the best years of my life and all you've done is cheat on me at every turn."

That's when I appeared in the doorway. "Mum?" I whispered before I walked to cuddle into her.

Dad got to his feet. "You know what? I'm done. It's obvious this marriage is over. I've already put things into place in the event this arrangement grew intolerable. I'll be moving out over the weekend. Keep the fucking house. Do what you need to do otherwise. I know I'm going to get fucked in court."

He walked towards his bedroom. "Dad?" I asked.

He was man enough to turn back and look at me. The sadness appeared genuine. "Sorry, son. We did agree for you not to get in the middle nor see this. But we're obviously not happy. You're old enough to understand now. I'm still your father, but I also need to be happy too."

Dad moved out that weekend. All he took were his clothes and a few other things. Mum did ask where he was going. When he told her a name, I'd never seen Mum blow up in anger like she did, screaming at him to get out and go. She then slammed the door and collapsed to the floor. I'd never heard her sob like it. I gave her a hug on the floor. I was only twelve, but I'd done a lot of reading and Mum had explained the changes that would take place. "The babies, Mum," I whispered.

"They'll be okay. They'll be eager to meet their brother soon enough," she managed to say.

Mum gave birth to twin girls two months later. Dad wasn't at the hospital so my grandparents took me. Once the birth was complete and Mum was in recovery, I was taken in to see them the first time. She was holding one in each arm. Despite having just gone through labour and everything that went with it, and Mum hadn't held back in explaining, she looked positively radiant.

Standing next to her bed, she smiled at me. "Mark, I'd like you to meet your sisters," she said softly, "They're identical. The little girl in my left arm is Rebecca, and the little girl in my right arm is Natalie. Girls, this is your older brother, Mark. He's the one who will help guide you through life."

I'd never felt such a surge of feeling and responsibility in my short life until that moment. I now understood how all my friends felt about their younger siblings. My best friend had a sister two years younger and he protected her fiercely. Another had an older sister and he was just the same with her. Same for a couple of female friends with younger siblings.

I entered my teenage years with Mum at home full-time taking care of two babies. With Dad not around, I did what I could to help out. Mum didn't have to ask, I wanted to help. My grandfather would come around to help maintain the house and yards. Every time, I'd head outside to help him. He'd ruffle my hair, call me a good kid. "I've got to help Mum," I said, "Not like Dad..."

"Yeah. Less said, the better about that..."

I helped Mum with my sisters where I could. I learned how to change a nappy, though dealing with number twos wasn't pleasant. Mum breastfed them but she'd fill bottles and show me how to feed them too. I'd happily lie in the room with them as they napped and just watch them

Mum and Dad officially divorced by the time I was fourteen. She kept the house and received child support for three kids. Considering my father made a lot of money, and Mum had received sole custody of the three children, she received enough money that she sat me down and explained that she would work part-time until my sisters were at school.

"You'll be seventeen by then, Mark. Becoming your own man but I'm hoping..." She looked awkward. "I know you're still young, but I know your sisters would love you to stay for a while after you enter adulthood."

"I'm still only fourteen, Mum, but I promise right now I'm not going anywhere."

Mum was more than aware that I was not into what I called 'book learning'. Sure, I liked reading, and learning new things, but the idea of going to university never appealed. My grandfather picked up on my interest in vehicles, and after a few conversations with him, I sat down with Mum during my fourth year in high school. I was sixteen and exams were only a couple of months away.

Dinner had been eaten, the plates cleared away. My little sisters were already in bed asleep. Mum was tired after a long day at work but would always take time to sit and listen to any idea I had. "I want to finish high school after these exams," I said, "I've already applied for a number of apprenticeships. Once I start making money, I can contribute things like money towards the bills."

Mum smiled at me, taking my hand in hers. "Mark, you've been a responsible young man since I came home with your sisters. But don't you have hope and dreams?"

"Of course. I want to be a mechanic. Grandad and I have already bought a beat up old car..."

"Mark, I'm more than aware. I'll be honest, I thought it was just a hobby. But if you're serious, I'm not going to force you to stay at school beyond what is legal."

I grinned. "You won't?"

"It's your life, Mark. And even I can admit that you're good with your hands..." She paused and cleared her throat. "Around the house. Certainly done more to keep this place ship-shape than your father."

Less said about that man, the better. I'd long stopped visiting him during the customary visitation. He never even bothered forming any sort of bond with the twins, though Mum had made sure his name was on the birth certificate. She wasn't going to let him get away with bullshit. I spoke to him every so often on the phone, but he'd married the woman he was having an affair with, and I never attempted a relationship with her. Didn't trust myself to hold my tongue about her contributing to destroying my parents' marriage. She knew he was married and didn't care.

"I'll let the school know on Monday that I won't be returning after Christmas."

"Just pick the best apprenticeship you can. And I assume you're training to be a mechanic?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. "Don't suppose this means I can get a free service?"

"I'll add it to the list of things I'll keep on top of around the house, Mum."

She smiled, finishing her drink before getting up, kissing the top of my head. "Done nothing but make me proud, Mark," she whispered, "Thank you."

My exam scores turned out even better than I expected. Mum tried only the once, nothing more than a conversation, about possibly staying on, suggesting I was smarter than I gave myself credit for. But she was more than aware of what I wanted to do, Grandad assuring her I was already showing skill with the beat up car we were trying to restore.

I started work in the January. Most of my friends stayed on in school, and if I was honest, I expected most of those friendships to fade. Didn't really bother me anyway. My priority was continuing to support the family. My sisters were now at school, Mum back at work full-time, so I helped out by at least taking the two little ones to school in the morning, and picked them up from after school care when I finished work.

Despite all this, Mum made sure I had a social life. "You're their brother, not their father," she would so, almost shoving me out of the house on a Friday night or on the weekend to go see friends. I wasn't old enough to go out drinking legally, but I made friendships with colleagues at work rather quickly, so found myself invited for the occasional barbeque. They'd sneak me a beer or two though warned me to be sensible.

As I got older, I focused on keeping fit. I'd played rugby league since I was a kid, and as I continued to play that, I'd go to the gym, particularly as I went through a growth spurt, so by the time I was eighteen, I'd developed into a rather tall and broad young man. Kept my dark hair short, been shaving since I was fourteen and already had a five o'clock shadow, blue eyes and dark chest hair already appearing.... And hair was appearing in other places too...

Mum was almost the polar opposite. She had dark red hair, a pair of emerald green eyes, cute little nose and just a gorgeous face. Yes, I know what I just said, my mother had a gorgeous face. She was a beautiful woman. She wasn't that tall, and her body was more petite, even after carrying me and then my twin sisters. She'd spent months in the gym getting her body back. And she looked good for it.

My twin sisters were now six years old. Precocious little things. They looked exactly alike. Strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, faint freckles. I warned Mum they were going to be heartbreakers when they get older. By the time I was eighteen, Mum and I had worked out how much I should pay a month regarding mortgage and bills, but more importantly in her eyes, I was happy looking after my sisters. Took them to school, picked them up afterwards, made their lunch and dinners, and they were generally bathed by the time Mum got home from work.

I could see the guilt on her face more often than not, the fact her son was almost the primary care-giver at times. Again, now that I was eighteen, she was almost insisting I disappear on a weekend to go have fun. More than once, I just ignored her, content to entertain the two little ones'. I know it broke Mum's heart, the fact their father wasn't in their lives. Then she reversed what she'd told me two years before.

Sitting down one evening, I wasn't busy with anything, Mum was curled up on the couch reading a book, sipping at a glass of wine. I didn't drink at home, Mum only had a glass or two over a weekend. A bottle would last more than one weekend. It was late, probably 10pm or so, the girls fast asleep in bed. Absent-mindedly watching the television, I felt the couch move before I felt a warm body cuddle into me. It wasn't the first time. Mum enjoyed 'son cuddles' occasionally. I'm sure many would find it weird, considering I was now eighteen...

"Mark?"

"Yeah, Mum?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Helping raise your sisters. I hope you never think I'm taking advantage."

"Never." I left a soft kiss on her forehead. "Mum, I've been here for the past six years. I've seen them turn from babies into little children. And I've loved every minute."

She was quiet before I heard a sniffle. "My own son has been more of a father than their real one ever was. Twice, Mark. Twice he's seen them in six years."

"That reflects on him more than anyone. I haven't spoken to him in over a year. He's tried calling a couple of times. I just don't pick up."

"Mark, can I ask a rather personal question?"

"You can ask me anything, Mum?"

"Do you want your own children?"

That wasn't what I was expecting. "I don't know, Mum. I'll be honest, I haven't really thought about it. The girls I've been with... Well, when I talk about my sisters, it probably sounds like I've got two kids of my own. Adding to that, I prefer to keep things casual. I said I wasn't moving out, and getting serious..."

I felt soft fingers on my chin so I could meet her eyes. "Mark, you have your own life to live. You shouldn't give up on anything just for..."

I kissed her forehead again. "Mum, you, Natalie and Rebecca are family. Dad abandoned us. I won't be doing the same thing because I'm better than him, and I'll keep on proving I am too."

Mum needed a hug after that, though she settled down and cuddled into me again, wrapping an arm around her. Feeling her hand on my chest, over my shirt, it was rather relaxing. I loved my mother, probably a little more than most son's would, simply because I'd been the only man in the house for six years by then, and we'd practically raised my sisters together, particularly the last couple of years when I'd taken on quite a bit of responsibility.

"Mum, why don't you date much?"

"I don't need to when I've got you here. That's probably not particularly healthy, but you already do so much. You're not only my son, you're my companion."

"What about..." I trailed off and felt myself blush. Then Mum giggled.

"Ah, you were going to ask about sex, Mark?"

"Yeah. I shouldn't but..."

"Well, what about you?"

"I have enough, Mum. I just don't have a steady girlfriend or anything."

"Sure you want to know?" I shrugged. She wasn't going to say anything that shocked me. "Well, if you must know, I have a few toys that help take the edge off. The only thing I miss is that, after I orgasm, I don't have anyone to cuddle up to." My cock woke up at her words. I'd had an erection around her more than once. I was attracted to her, but hearing her admit to masturbating was, to put it bluntly, fucking hot. She definitely noticed the bulge in my tracksuit bottoms. "Well, at least I excite someone," she muttered.
"Sorry, I just had visions and, well, you are an attractive woman, Mum. You should date more."

"I'll be honest; I simply don't want to. I've got two little girls to care for, my son to look after me when I'm feeling down, and toys to use when I'm horny."

"Are you still hurt?" I asked softly.

"I'm just glad I don't see him when I look at you," she whispered, "That's why I still enjoy son cuddles. But you know the truth, Mark. I was treated... He was never violent, but he made me feel worthless. I don't feel like that anymore, not on the surface, but..."

"I'll take you out."

She leaned back, curious before a broad grin formed. "What? Like a date?"

"Well, obviously not quite like that. But I'm making enough money now, and whatever I don't spend on bills, I save. Therefore, I think I should treat you to a nice out. Meal, drinks, something else."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. Come on, when was the last time you went out that wasn't a work function?"

She had a thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, before a sweet grin appeared. "When?"

"Next weekend. We'll drop the girls off at our grandparents and I'll take you out to dinner. Just the two of us."

"So it is a date!"

"I'm taking my mother out for dinner. That's not unusual."

"It is if it's just me and you, Mark."

"Now you're making it awkward."

"No, you are."

She poked her tongue out. "Am not," she added.

So I tickled her. It was good to hear her laugh, just like when I'd do the same thing to my sisters, tickling them all over and giggling away. Chased her around the house, avoiding my sisters room, before she stopped and gave me her look of 'You'd better stop, mister'. So I opened my arms wide and she cuddled into me. Stroking the back of her head, she looked up at me, her green eyes alive with feeling. I swallowed before clearing my throat. "Um..."

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, son."

I smiled. "I love you, Mum."

I hugged her tightly. Not too tight she couldn't breathe, but gave her a good squeeze.

We'd always had a good relationship, but that next week, I won't say we acted like a couple but it felt things had changed. Just slightly, but enough that both of us seemed to think something was going on. There's be those glances we'd share which made us both smile, light touches as we walked by each other, kisses on the cheek which, while appearing innocent, seemed to indicate something else. I actually didn't trust myself to say at home on the Friday. All I knew is that the attraction that had always been dormant was waking up. And I didn't want to ruin anything by doing something completely and utterly stupid.

"So where are you taking me tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Well, I like to think I know my mother quite well. Despite the fact she's a hot-shot lawyer in her business suits, working long hours and providing for her two children... I don't count myself. I like to think I contribute at least a little."

She took my hand immediately. "Mark, you've been the man of this house from the moment you started working and contributing. Simple as."

I felt my cheeks grow a little warmer at the compliment. "Anyway, despite being the hot shot lawyer, I think my mother is also a simple woman at heart. Am I right?"

"You are."

"So I'm thinking an afternoon at the footy, dinner and drinks in the city after that, then wherever the night takes us."

"So it's a date?"

I groaned but chuckled at the same time. "If you want it to be a date, Mum, so be it."

"I love it, Mark. There's a new steakhouse that's getting rave reviews. We should check it out."

"Give me the name and I'll see if I can get us reservations."

I just went with jeans, nice shirt, leather shoes, bit of cologne and a lot of deodorant for our 'date'. Mum walked out of her bedroom wearing a gorgeous red dress, tight to her petite body, just a hint of cleavage, smooth, bare legs, sensible shoes though a hell of perhaps an inch or so. She had a little make up on, her hair was simply vibrant.

"Wow," I whispered.

"You look very handsome too, Mark."

"Thanks, Mum. You're something else entirely."

The grandparents thought taking my mother out for the night was a great idea, hearing my grandmother say more than once that my mother should head out more often, but that if her grandson was willing to do it, then so be it. Mum threw me the keys to her car as we headed out, parking in one of the multi-storey car parks near the ground before heading in.

It was the first time we'd been to a live game in a couple of years, at least, and with a full crowd around us, the atmosphere was great, buying us a couple of drinks each as we watched the team we both supported win. That put us in a better mood, catching a train the rest of the way into the city. The sun had set during the game, and I couldn't help smile as Mum made the move to hold my hand, feeling her fingers latch between mine. I glanced at her and saw a little colour in her cheeks. I squeezed gently which made her look at me.

"Definitely a date."

The steakhouse was fantastic. Busy but I'd managed to reserve a table in a quiet corner. Mum couldn't stop smiling, and I couldn't stop looking into her eyes. I'd spent years occasionally checking her out. I was a young man and curious, and Mum was the first female I really saw. I'd seen her naked more than once, always be accident, but she assured me the naked body was nothing to be embarrassed about, nor should I be shy in ever asking questions. She just wasn't going to lie back and go into ultra-detail about her pussy or anything. Hearing your mother say 'pussy' as a teenager certainly makes you blush while she finds it very amusing.

We found a bar where we could sit side by side in a booth, enjoying a couple of drinks. I was a little surprise how easily the conversation flowed about any number of topics. I'd dated before, so maybe that's why I found it easier, though I told myself it was my mother, and though I did like to impress my mother, the end goal wasn't about getting into her panties. Or that's what I kept having to tell myself.

"So you're not a virgin," she stated after a couple of drinks. Almost spat mine over the table, needing to cough a couple of times, Mum rubbing my back, "You suggested you have sex, yes?"

"When the opportunity presents itself."

"Who was your first?"

I met her eyes, mischief abounding in them. "Cindy."

"Cindy Williams? Who lives four doors down?"

"Yeah. We didn't exactly date but, well, she let it be known she'd be down for some fun. She was a virgin too, and as she's always been a good friend, we simply agreed to lose it together."

"How was it?"

"Not as terrible as either of us thought it would be. Yeah, awkward as we had to figure things out, but once we did, it was quite nice."

Mum leaned closer to my ear. "Make her cum?" she breathed.

I cleared my throat. "Um, yeah, I was rather impressed. She told me what felt good, I did it and she made a lot of noise."

"Were you safe?"

"She'd been on the pill for a couple of years by then. No worries there. She didn't want me to wear a condom, and I'll admit, I wanted my first time without one. After that, we fooled around for a few months, agreeing to stop if either of us met someone. She's obviously with Joe now. We're still good friends, and he's a good guy for her. He knows we fooled around, but I consider him a friend too."

"Well, she's not had a child either so I guess it's not a problem. What about since then?"

"Depends but, yes, I'm generally safe, Mum. Not so much about having a child but the other issues that can crop up."

"How many, Mark?"

"What, partners?" She nodded. "Including Cindy, I've had six in total."

"I've had four, Mark."

I swallowed my drink quickly again. "Four? But... How? You should be beating the men off with a stick!"

"I lost my virginity while still at school. He was a good friend, part of our group. It wasn't great, it wasn't awful. We fooled around for about half a year then he met someone else. I then had a couple of short term flings before I met your father when I was nineteen." She sighed. "The last time I had sex was when I feel pregnant with your sisters."

"You haven't been laid in six years?" She looked into my eyes, blushing and shaking her head. Feeling a surge of confidence, I leaned closer. "So those toys get a good work out then?" I whispered.

"They will tonight, Mark," she breathed, "Definitely going to make myself cum more than once. I haven't had a night like this in years."

Our faces were no more than a couple of inches apart. I could see something in her eyes. There was always the love she had for me as her son, but something I'd seen appearing recently. Maybe lust? Maybe desire? I wasn't sure, and didn't want to tempt fate. I took a deep breath as she reached up to stroke my cheek. "My little boy is now a man," she whispered, "Better man than your father ever was." Her hand ran down my cheek, over my shoulder and down my arm. "Your father never had the physique you had, whether when he was your age or older. I've watched you grow taller, broader, more confident... just... I'm proud, Mark." I caressed her cheek, watching her eyes close. What I didn't expect was the tear that escaped, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "My son looks at me with such love in his eyes," she whispered.

I pulled her close so she could hug me, running my fingers through her hair. We would have looked like lovers than mother and son in that moment, but I don't think either of us cared. I could sense the depth of feeling in that moment. And I was left thinking my mother was possibly experiencing some rather unmotherly feelings at that moment too.

So I resolved to ensure, if anything happened, it would be on her terms.

We stayed in the city until around midnight, talking quietly and not drinking too much, so that by the time we caught one of the last trains back, I was sober enough to drive us all the way home. Mum held my hand the entire way home, glad the car was automatic, so I could easily drive with one hand. Pulling into the driveway, I opened the door for Mum before we headed inside.

"Nightcap?" she asked.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," I muttered. We were home, and though it looked the same, and almost felt the same, our relationship had and was still changing. Standing in the middle of the living room, she walked towards me until our bodies almost touched. Caressing her cheek, I leaned down as she lifted her face to mine. At the last second, I chickened out and kissed her forehead. I sighed with frustration.

"Do you want to kiss me, Mark?" she asked softly.

"Yes."

"I want you to kiss me, Mark."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Mum."

"Why is that?"

I looked down to meet her eyes. "Because if I kiss you, I'm going to want to go to your bedroom and do a lot more than just kiss you. And I know that's not a good idea... because you're my mother... and everyone would say I shouldn't... We shouldn't..." I looked away and started to blink, "I'm confused, Mum. I'm sorry. I don't..."

She hugged me tightly. "It's okay," she whispered, "It's okay. It's a confusing time for us both. Trust me on that one." She took a deep breath. "Look at me, Mark." I looked at her, feeling her thumbs dry my cheeks. "I love you. You're my son first of all, but you're also the perfect partner in nearly every single way. I've come to rely on your for so much, and I love you even more for it." She took a deep breath, resting a hand on my shoulder. "Mark, you're now a man. I am a woman. At heart, that's all we are. What I can tell you is this. Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting for you. If it never happens, I can live with that. If it does happen, then... I know I'll never want another man in my life."

"How long?" I wondered.

"The feelings have simply changed from those of pride in my young son into something far deeper since you turned eighteen and I allowed myself to feel what I do now."

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Longer than a peck. Short enough that I wouldn't give into the overwhelming desire. When I broke apart, she dazzled me with a smile. "Nightcap?"

I smiled back. "Okay."

Escorting her to her room after our drink, we hugged for a long time. She would have felt my cock pressing into her, but she didn't make mention of it. Though she had to tease me. "I'm going to masturbate now, Mark. I've never told you that before."

"I know."

"I'll be thinking about you the entire time." I sighed, feeling her hand run up and down my back. "Just being honest, but I won't keep teasing you about it. Trust me, nothing will change otherwise. You're my son, I love you very much, and you've always made me incredibly proud."

I had to jerk off when I got to my room that night. Barely lasted five minutes. All five minutes, I thought about Mum. She'd suggested interest but it was such a decision to make, even at eighteen, I didn't feel mature enough to make it, and I knew Mum wouldn't do anything until I was one hundred percent sure.

I just didn't know what to do. I couldn't talk to anyone except her about it.

*****

Cathy

My twin daughters were at a sleepover with some friends from school. Despite being identical twins, they at least had different personalities. Natalie, or Tali as she was called, the name given as her twin couldn't say her entire name for a couple of years, was a quiet little girl, though once she was out of her shell, her enthusiasm was positively infectious. Rebecca, or Becca to most, was the complete opposite. A complete and utter extrovert, needing to be a centre of attention the entire time. They were yin and yang.

Mark was out. Now a twenty-year-old man, there was a distance between us that I knew was breaking both our hearts. I knew why. My feelings for him hadn't changed, and if they had, they had only intensified. I knew how he felt about me, but even a twenty-year-old man isn't completely mature. They're called adults, but eighteen is just an arbitrary number to denote adulthood. He was so responsible and mature in so many ways, but what we felt for each other, I could understand his continued confusion and hesitation.

We had 'dated' for a little while, Mark usually taking me out once a month. But, after that first time, he was almost willing himself to keep it as mother and son. The affection remained, but I could sense him holding back from giving into what he really felt for me. And I knew I couldn't push him. I had promised I wouldn't. He needed to make the leap himself.

When he told me about his girlfriend when he was nineteen, he looked so guilty, almost ready to throw up, I simply had to hold him and assure him it was absolutely fine. He was his own man, he still lived at home, still helped raised his sisters, and I had told him that I wanted him to be happy. Hand on heart, I don't think he was. That first relationship fizzled within six months.

He'd been with his current girlfriend from around nine months. What amused me was the fact she was similar to me in many ways, at least regarding her looks, stature, breast size, or so it looked to me. I'd met her a few times, and even I would admit that she was delightful, and a good match for him, but he spent more time at hers than bringing her home. He'd told me it was because of his sisters, but I knew the real reason. I didn't make a big deal of it, though I missed his presence in the house.

I'm sure many would think a forty-year-old woman sitting at home on a Saturday night must be a rather lonely experience. It wasn't. I had friends I would meet up with at least once a fortnight. My girls were home most weekends, and we'd have a lot of fun, watching movies, eating junk food. On the times Mark was home, he'd entertain the girls and we'd still enjoy cuddles on the couch, but I always kept it motherly. I hoped I never sent him mixed signals, but he still hugged me as often as before. But I could see the turmoil in his eyes nearly every day, and it broke my heart each time.

What I didn't expect was the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway outside. That was followed by the slamming of a car door, then the front door opening and slamming, before he walked past me into the kitchen. I rarely saw Mark angry, as he was usually the sea of calm in a busy household, but he was practically apoplectic with fury. The fact he was carrying a bottle of liquor was the real surprise as he rarely drank.

But it was the language that really surprised me. He never cursed in the house, always mindful of his sisters. I didn't care if he swore in front of me, but this was something I'd rarely ever seen. Carefully getting to my feet, I walked to the door leading into the kitchen and dining room, seeing Mark at the kitchen counter, a glass in front of him full of liquid. He knocked it back before he looked down at it... then he threw it against the opposite wall.

"Fucking cunt bitch!" he shouted. He slumped almost immediately. "Shit," he muttered. With a sigh, he walked towards me and only then did he seem to notice my presence. "Oh... um...."

"I'll get the vacuum," I said softly.

"No, I'll... Mum, I'll... Sorry..."

I pointed back to the living room. "Sit," I ordered, using a tone of voice I wouldn't have used on him in a long time. He blinked at that before he seemed to just sag into himself. "Mark, honey, sit down before you hurt yourself or do something silly. Let me clean up then I'll sit with you. Okay?"

"Okay," he muttered.

He grabbed the bottle, which I didn't mind, and I got to cleaning up the glass. Took a few minutes to clean up, thankful I had something on my feet, going over the area with a broom, then the vacuum, then a dustpan and brush. I think I'd got every shard of glass, though would warn the girls to wear something on their feet for at least a few days.

Grabbing a pair of glasses from the cabinet, I walked out to find my son with his elbows resting on his legs, head in his hands, still muttering under his breath. Sitting next to him on the couch, I took the bottle and poured us a couple of fingers each. Seeing the offered glass, he thanked me before sitting back with a sigh. Curling my legs under me, I made sure I was taking him in. He was ever so handsome. Maybe I only see it because I'm his mother, but I knew he had his fair share of admirers.

"So what happened?" I asked, running my fingers up and down his arm, "Something big if that's how angry you are."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Don't apologise. At least the girls aren't here. So what happened?"

"Let's just say I'm single again."

"I figured that out, Mark. Tell me what happened. That's wasn't the outburst of someone who just had a good break-up."

He knocked back the liquor, no surprise he coughed immediately. I couldn't help giggle as he almost blushed at me. "Not used to the burn on the way down," he admitted, though he held out the glass for a refill. Once he had it, he continued. "So Tamara and I are at dinner and she starts going on about our relationship. We've been going out for nine months so it's not a surprise. I'm thinking maybe she's going to suggest moving in together. She knows the situation here, but it's something I would have to give serious thought. I didn't anticipate a break-up. She was in too good a mood. No, I just had it wrong entirely." He trailed off with a sigh.

"So what did she suggest?"

"She wanted an open relationship."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, oh. Completely out of the blue. Not something I've ever mentioned, certainly not something I want. She's never mentioned it before either. I know others might do that sort of thing. Good for them. Each to their own. But read the fucking room, Tamara. I... I wasn't polite. I basically suggested she was either already fucking or wanted to fuck someone else immediately, and simply wanted my okay to cheat on me. She didn't like that, but suggested that, yes, she did have someone in mind already. Tried to convince me that I could fuck someone else. I said I didn't need to stick my dick in everything that moves."
"Public spectacle?"

"Not quite, though our conversation got quite heated. She called me narrow-minded, that plenty of young people were doing it nowadays. I said it was just an excuse for her to whore around for a little while. Basically cuckold me in one way, or keep me as a backup plan in another. I said we were done, paid for my dinner, and walked out. She came chasing after me but I wasn't having any of her shit. She had admitted to wanting another man. Probably been texting and flirting for ages already, and he's probably convinced her, or she's convinced herself I'd be all for it. Emotional cheating is what they call it. I'll find out through the grapevine whether she has been physically cheating on me or not, but the sheer audacity to spring that on me. I'm sure she's been blowing up my phone but I put it on silent and ignored it since leaving the restaurant."

"Clearly doesn't know you at all, Mark."

"Makes me fucking wonder, that's for sure." He swallowed his glass, coughing again to my amusement. "I just want to get really fucking drunk right now and forget all about her."

"Want some company?"

"Not sure I'll be good company."

"My son will always be good company."

He managed a grin at that as we started to slowly make our way through the bottle. There were no tears from him. He was quite obviously angry about what happened. He managed to rein it in most of the time, but once or twice, let's just say he wasn't exactly polite about his now ex-girlfriend. I knew he just needed to get it off is chest, and he'd be right as rain within a couple of days.

By the time we headed to bed, we were both a little drunk. He escorted me to my room like he always did, hugging me tightly. When he leaned back and looked at me, I put a hand to his chest. I could read his eyes as well as he could read mine. "Not when we've been drinking, Mark, and I won't be your rebound. Don't make that choice now."

He closed his eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, then he kissed my forehead tenderly. "I love you, Mum. More than ever."

"You're still my little boy at heart, despite the fact you tower over me now."

He hugged me tightly again before turning and staggering towards his own room. The girls were home by lunchtime the next day and certainly helped lift his mood. To say the two girls worshipped their brother would be an understatement. They didn't know their father. Mark was the only male presence in their lives except their grandfather. Mark hadn't spoken to his father in a number of years now. There was no relationship there to salvage. Despite the fact I despised my ex-husband, I was sad Mark had lost his father in a way, but he didn't seem to mind.

Mark was a little sad for a couple of weeks. Despite the stiff upper lip, it had been obvious to me that he'd loved Tamara, perhaps even been in love with her. He had talked to her at least a couple of times since that Saturday night. Apparently she'd said she didn't want the open relationship anymore, but Mark retorted that he simply couldn't trust her any longer. She'd opened the door and it couldn't be shut. There was enough to suggest, to him at least, that she was either cheating or thinking about it. Therefore, he was going to protect himself and confirm that the relationship was done.

He did hear that, within two weeks of the last phone call, she was practically shacked up with another guy. From what he was told by close friends, it was the very guy she was planning on meeting up with. By then, all Mark did was shrug and admit to absolutely no surprise. All he did in return was block her on everything and forget about her.

"Want to go out for dinner next weekend, Mum?" he asked over breakfast one morning a couple of months later. The girls giggled as I started to blush. I knew he hadn't started pursuing a new relationship, only leaving the house for work, shopping, his footy matches on a Saturday and the occasional beer with a friend.

"Sure, Mark. Where to?"

"Somewhere in the city, I guess. Maybe try a new place we haven't been before. Tell you what, you choose where to go. I don't mind."

"Why don't the girls go to their grandparents for the evening and we cook dinner together here?"

He grinned at that idea. "Yeah, that sounds good. We'll go shopping, pick up a few things. What about the girls? They could just stay here?"

"I'm sure they'd still love a night being spoiled by their grandparents."

The girls were vocal in their approval of that idea, so it was agreed. I'll admit to a flutter of butterflies the closer the weekend came. The missing affection had slowly returned during the past month. I knew Mark loved me deeply, far more than a son should love his mother. I won't lie. I was hoping he would finally give into his desires and want me as much as I wanted him. I would give him all the signals possible that I was willing for him to take me to bed. Every time I masturbated, which was a lot nowadays, my thoughts were only about my son.

I'd understood his hesitation, his pulling away. His feelings would have confused him. If I'd tried to talk him through it, convinced him it was okay, I was worried it would blow up in my face. Who could I possibly talk to about my own feelings? The only real place was the internet, but I simply wouldn't trust much of what I was told. So I took to reading a lot of mother and son erotica. Some of the stories were such a turn on, I would orgasm more than once during a reading. But they were pure fantasy. This was real life.

Mark took his sisters to their grandparents before returning home, picking me up so we could do some last minute shopping. Returning home, we started preparing a three course meal. We'd prepare the first two courses, the third was a store bought dessert. Mark put on a little instrumental music, ensured I had a glass of wine, and we had a lot of fun preparing. Once we had the main dish prepared and in the oven, we headed off to shower and changed.

I selected a little black dress, a plunging neckline that showed off my cleavage. I knew I didn't have the largest breasts around but I caught enough glances from my son to know he approved. Tight to my body otherwise, the hem barely reached halfway down my thighs. Underneath, I wore a lacey black bra and panties, with black stockings and heels. A little make up, making sure my red hair shone, as I knew how much he loved that, before I walked out to greet him.

He'd gone so far as to wear a suit, something I knew he rarely wore. He looked so utterly handsome, I nearly cried though felt an instant dampness between my legs. He simply had no idea how much he turned me on. Hands behind his back, he proved his charm by approaching and offering me flowers. "You look beautiful, Mum," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"I'm going to need to fix my make-up," I whispered back, taking the offered flowers, "They look beautiful."

"Well, nearly as beautiful as you, Mum."

I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I think my son was wooing me. It was simple, but it was working. He escorted me to the dinner table, ensuring I was sat down, a glass of wine, flowers in a vase in the middle, taking off his suit jacket before he prepared the first course. Sitting down next to me, I took his hand in mine, watching him lift his eyes to mine and smile.

"Thank you, Mark."

"Do it because I love you, Mum."

"I love you too." I cleared my throat. "Is this a date, Mark?"

"Yep."

"Then call me Cathy." That raised his eyebrows. "If my man is going to treat me to a home cooked meal, wine and flowers, he's going to call me Cathy." I leaned forward, gauging his reaction. "Though I'd rather you call me Mum later..."

I was expecting a nervous reaction, but I was left thinking he'd been sorting out his feelings, as she leaned forward, his face barely an inch from mine. "Mum or mummy, mother?" he whispered, before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. It was so soft, so sensual, I felt my cheeks burning up as he pulled back.

With a slightly smug grin, he tucked into his first course, the conversation flowing as easily as ever between us. He was making great strides at work, talking about becoming the manager of his current place, suggesting he might move to an authorised mechanic for a particular car company, as the money was better. He had ambitions to open his own business, but knew it would be difficult, and it was a dog eat dog business. But he admitted the risk might be worth it.

Couldn't have been more proud of my son. I think I beamed at him the entire time he talked about it.

The main meal we'd prepared together. It was delicious, the wine with it complimented it well, but I could see Mark's eyes on me nearly all the time. When I was talking, he always met my eyes, his interest in whatever I was saying never wavering a second. But when we were quiet, I knew he was looking me up and down. He wasn't shy about it any longer. He was growing in confidence. I knew he desired me, and I was confident in myself that he would eventually give into that desire.

Or that's what I hoped. We'd both waited long enough for this moment.

He served dessert, placing in front of me before he lifted my chin with a finger, leaning down to leave another soft kiss on my lips. "You're so beautiful, Cathy. I love you," he whispered. The way he touched my cheek, the look in his eyes, the feeling of his lips against mine...

He sat down, though hadn't released my hand, both of us eating one handed. My right hand wouldn't stop shaking, feeling him squeeze my left. "I'm nervous too, Cathy," he admitted.

I couldn't help smile at him using my name. "I shouldn't be nervous."

"Nothing wrong with nerves. This means a lot to both of us."

I just about managed to finish dessert. Clearing up everything and turning on the dishwasher, he took me by the hand into the living room, turning on the stereo and finding some music. Offering his hand, we danced. I have no idea how long we danced, but being held in his arms as we simply swayed, I'd never felt as loved in my life until that moment. Resting my head against his chest, amazed at how hard it felt, I ran my hands up and down his back. My son wasn't one to show off, though he did go without a shirt when it was warmer.

When I finally looked up to meet his eyes, there was no longer any hesitation. He leaned down and kissed me. And it wasn't like the previous kisses. It was firm and full of his desire for me. I accepted his tongue and I was in dreamland. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me as I felt myself pulled against him again, and there was no missing the fact my son was hard for his mother. When he released a soft moan, I couldn't help the little giggle that escaped me.

Leaning back, he caressed my cheek again, moving my head into his palm. "I'm sorry, Cathy."

"For what?" I had to ask.

"For taking this long to figure it out."

I smiled and kissed him again. "It's not an easy decision. But can I ask..."

"Who loves me more than my mother? Who do I love more than my mother? Who do I trust more? Who have I spent the last eight years with raising children? Cathy, we were pretty much together, just a large age gap and without the sex." He sighed. "God, it even felt like I was cheating on you at times."

"Never think that, Mark. You are still your own man, and you will be... Until the moment we are intimate. Then you're mine." That made him smile. "Do you like that thought? Of being intimate with me?"

"I love it."

*****

Mark

I'd made my mind up within a week of ending things with Tamara. My previous couple of relationships had ended on good terms, but it was with Tamara that I'd actually fallen in love for the first time, and I honestly thought there was a future. I hadn't started planning anything, it had only been nine months, but I was ready to move in together and then go from there. Instead, she turned out to be someone I wasn't expecting. I ended the relationship with no regrets. I wasn't going to be someone's second choice, and what I learned afterwards, I'd certainly made the right decision. She moved on without a second thought.

I could have done the same thing, but the woman I wanted most of all was my mother, and I'd spent nearly two years ignoring my feelings about her. I knew how she felt about me. I remembered every word from that night. She had admitted her feelings for me but said it was up to me.

So I was a coward and ran from my feelings. I had no idea if I hurt my mother in the process, but while I was busy dating, I knew she wasn't. The guilt was almost overwhelming at times. It's why I rarely brought a girl back home, using the excuse of not wanting to introduce them to my sisters until I was serious about the relationship. I did eventually take Tamara home, left wondering if she noticed any similarities to my mother. I'm sure it was a subconscious thing, the fact Tamara also had red hair, green eyes, was rather petite. If she noticed, she never said anything.

I loved my mother. I loved her more than anyone, except maybe my adorable little sisters. They sometimes felt more like daughters than sisters. But, at the same time, my mother felt more like my partner. It's what made up my mind. I was going to go for it, embrace my feelings for her, and see what happened.

And that's how I found myself in the living room that night, Mum in my arms, looking up at me with a mixture of love and unbridled desire in her eyes for me. "Do you like that thought? Of being intimate with me?" she asked.

"I love it."

I led her to the couch, sitting down as she wasted no time straddling my lap, the hem of her dress sliding up even further so I got a sign of black panties, the top of her stockings, and some smooth thigh. Running my hands up her legs to the bottom of her dress, I found the zip at the back of her dress, lowering it so I could easily take it off her.

Mum straddled my lap in just her underwear, stocking and heels. What I found adorable was the fact she seemed to be shaking with nerves. Forty-year-old woman as nervous as she would have been on her first date. I felt the same but simply tried to give the façade of confidence.

Running my fingers up her back, she leaned forward to kiss me again. Sliding my tongue into her mouth again, she was playful, making me smile. I didn't want to force myself on her, waiting for any signal she could give, if she wanted it firm, soft, somewhere in between. There was no doubt she would have felt my erection, feeling her move slightly on my lap. She eventually had to break the kiss. "You're hard," she whispered.

"Cathy..."

"Call me Mum now."

"Mum, I don't think I've been this hard in my life."

"I'll be blunt, Mark. You make me so wet all the time. It's a good thing you don't do the laundry and see the state of my panties nearly every day." I raised my eyebrows then she added, "If I'm wearing them," she added before kissing me again.

I managed to stand up, feeling her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, carrying her towards her bedroom. Sitting her down on the bed, I wasted no time taking off my shirt, trousers, shoes and socks before joining her on the bed. "Underwear," she whispered, "I want to see my son nude."

I had no problem with that idea, Mum getting onto her knees as she looked me up and down, her soft fingers trailing up and down my arms, over my chest before she met my eyes as I felt her fingers gently caress my cock. "My boy has a big cock," she murmured, "Bet you've heard no complaints."

"Well, not to my face," I replied with humour.

I wanted my mother naked, so took control, I think amusing her as I rather deftly took off her bra one handed. Placing that on the floor, I saw my mother's breasts properly for the first time in a few years. I could see the look in her eyes, the nerves on display. Would I find her sexy? Desirable? Forty, three kids, all breastfed, carrying twins had left their marks.

Lowering her down on her back, I kissed her again as my fingers brushed over her nipples, feeling her stockinged legs resting against me. Kissing down her check to her neck, she lifted her head so I could kiss and nibble at the exposed skin. The light moans told me everything I needed to know. Down her body further, I kissed across her breasts. They were not small, I knew she was a C-cup, though I'd heard more than once in conversations with friends she thought they were small.

"They're perfect, Mum," I whispered as I kicked and sucked everywhere. She ran her fingers over my head, "I love how hard your nipples are."

"I can't remember being this turned on!" she exclaimed, giggling away. It was a delightful sound.

I gave her breasts a lot of attention before kissing back up so I met her eyes, gazing into them as I ran a hand down to between her legs. The thin fabric of her panties were absolutely soaking wet, and pressing my fingers against her moan, she released quite the moan. "Mum, can I admit something?"

"Anything, baby."

"I love eating pussy. And part of the reason I do it so often is that, in the event this happened, I just wanted to spend hours doing it and I wanted to make my mother cum."

That confession earned me one hell of a kiss first, enough I was enveloped in arms and legs, chuckling as my cock pressed against her mound. If it wasn't for the fabric, I'd have probably slid inside her. That made her gasp and moan even louder. "Oh fuck!" she cried.

"That's for later, Mum," I said, "Would you love me to eat your pussy first?"

"More than anything, baby."

Removing my mother's panties was quite the moment, taking them off nice and slowly so she was only left in stockings and heels. I took off the heels too. Mum spread her legs for me and I definitely licked my lips. "I've been keeping it neat the past couple of months," she admitted, "Before then, it was quite the bush."

"Can I admit I wouldn't mind either way?" She smiled before I added, "But I do love the fact it's glistening."

"Mark, you touch me down there and I'm going to cum."

I put that to the test, leaning forward to kiss her softly before I ran my fingers ever so gently across her slit. She didn't quite orgasm but her entire body shuddered. I could have teased her relentlessly and we'd have both enjoyed it, but I wanted to taste my mother. Kissing back down her body, I inhaled her scent and groaned. Holy shit, it was utterly intoxicating. I needed to taste her.

She moaned loudly as I ran my tongue up her slit, her back arching slightly and I had a feeling she wasn't going to last long. Her taste was different, that musky scent I was used to but just something that made her taste better. I think it was probably in my mind, and the fact it was my own mother I was going down on.

"Mark," she moaned softly.

Mum was soon writhing as I lapped at her pussy, begging me to make her orgasm. So I teased her, ignoring her swollen clit, not sliding any fingers inside her just yet. She looked up and giggled. "I'm going to pass out when I orgasm," she said.

"Good. Excuse to just cuddle you afterwards."

She lowered her head back and laughed. "God, my son is already better than the other four men I was with."

"I should hope so, Mum."

Time to stop teasing her and figure out how she liked her clit treated. I started with some gently licks and, well, that seemed to work. She started to writhe even more, hearing her breathing change. Sliding a couple of fingers inside her pussy for the first time, that had her lifting her head again. "Oh, baby, that's perfect."

I just looked up and met her eyes as I started to use my fingers in the motion I figured would work. With attention on her clit at the same time, hearing her murmur to be a little firmer, she was soon begging me to help bring her off. "Oh god, Mark!" she cried. I could feel her pussy starting to squeeze my fingers, the sign she was definitely getting close. "Oh baby, I'm going to..."
She didn't finish her sentence as I gave my mother an orgasm. One hell of an orgasm, if I do say so myself. Not sure I made another woman orgasm like it before. Then she told me to keep going, so I got my brain back into gear and made her cum again rather quickly. She was sensitive, incredibly sensitive, but pleaded with me to keep going.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned softly, feeling her body convulse again. My mother tasted wonderful. It was probably her natural taste, much like her scent was intoxicating, but I knew it was the fact I was doing this to my mother which heightened the senses.

My mother moaned and trembled through another orgasm, then another one. How she managed to tolerate it all, I didn't know. I only stopped when the last one almost knocked her out entirely, watching her chest rise and fall, entire body glistening with sweat, taking on a pinkish colour as there was no doubting she was now rather warm.

Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her body, she opened her eyes once I was looking down into hers. I didn't know what to expect. Tears? Smile? Giggles? All the above. She leaned up and left a soft kiss on my lips, then she giggled. "You taste like my pussy," she whispered.

"I've spent two years thinking about it, Mum," I admitted.

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Better later than never, Mark," she whispered, "I love you so much."

I looked down, my cock gently pressing against her. Meeting her eyes again, she nodded immediately, sliding the head of my cock inside her. "Fuck," I muttered.

"That's it, baby," Mum whispered, "Nice and slow. Never had a cock this big inside me. Not even my toys." I couldn't help smile at her. "I've been a little sneaky, Mark. Might have had the occasional peek, just wondering what my son was packing." I slowly gave her every inch until we were joined entirely. I needed to take a moment. Yes, it was a big moment, but it was more I didn't want to cum in two minutes. She kissed me again, leaving soft kisses up and down my cheek. "Love my pussy?"

"Wish I'd..."

She shushed me. "We're living our wish in this moment, Mark. And now we have the rest of our lives." Her fingers trailed up and down my back. "Make love to your mother."

She'd gone so long without sex, I figured she'd want something tender and gentle rather than just pounding her senseless. Once we figured it all out, and talked about it, we'd not doubt try numerous different things. She did move her legs as I slowly started to move. I looked down occasionally as my cock disappeared inside her, loving how tight she felt, her warmth, her entire body pressing up into mine at times.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"If you need to cum, baby, then cum in me. We have all night. All I want is my son to fill me as much as he can."

"Fucking hell, Mum..."

Picking up the tempo of my thrusts, she was able to read my body language. Feeling her move her legs again, I felt them wrap around me. That made us both groan, the angle of my cock changing inside her. "Holy shit, Mark," she cried softly, "You feel even thicker..."

"You feel tighter," I grunted, picking up the tempo further, amused that the springs of her bed started to creak.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck your mother."

I lasted two more minutes at most. I wasn't embarrassed by the fact my mother had excited more than any other woman I'd been intimate with. Except maybe Cindy. She'd always be special being my first lover. But my mother was something else entirely. Certainly felt like the best orgasm of my life as I felt spurt after spurt of cum fire into the same place I'd left twenty years earlier. Needing a couple of minutes once I was spent, I felt her soft fingers trailing up and down my back. "I love you so much," she whispered.

"I feel the same way," I whispered back, kissing her cheek, moving my way slowly to her lips, that next kiss soft, sensual, but an expression of the depth of feeling we clearly felt for each other.

I remained pretty hard, so despite the fact she was leaking cum, we resumed making love. She smiled at the fact I had barely gone soft. "Is it because of me?"

"One, I'm fairly young. Two, my cock is inside a very tight pussy. Three, that pussy belongs to my mother. Four, I'm in love with my mother." That brought me a halt as I comprehended what I just said. It had always been just expressions of love.

Then I felt her fingers trailing down my cheek. Meeting her eyes, now they were starting to glisten. "Been waiting two years to hear you say you were in love with me," she whispered.

"I always was, Mum. But..."

She put a finger to my lips. "Later. Let's focus on being in love for now."

What she wanted to try a few minutes later was to ride her son's cock. I wasn't going to complain as that meant I could watch her petite little body on top of mine. Lying back, she grabbed the base of my cock, and I got the perfect view of it disappearing inside her. We both groaned again as she slowly bottomed out.

Grabbing my hands for balance to start, I honestly didn't know where to look. Watching my cock disappear and reappear as she bounced up and down was mesmerising. Watching her still rather firm breasts jiggle was arousing and amusing at once. But it was the sheer joy on her face that made my heart swell. She'd been happy for a long time, but being intimate with me added to that.

"Fuck," she moaned, "Mark, your cock is almost too big for me."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, I don't mean that way. I mean you're going to make me orgasm even more."

I released her hands and sat up enough that I could kiss her before my lips found a hard nipple. Sitting up changed the angle, and she was soon gyrated on my lap. Hearing her breathing change, growing rapid with every passing minute, I knew she was getting close. Her breasts got plenty of attention before I kissed up her body, placing my lips near her ear. "Are you going to cum on my cock, Mum?" She made a sound that suggested she was. "I want you to cum on my cock, Mum."

"Oh baby," she whimpered.

"And this is just the first night, Mum. Every night, you can enjoy this."

"Please," she whimpered, almost releasing a sob.

"I love you, Mum," I breathed.

"I love you tooooooo..."

I felt her pussy clamp tightly around my cock, wrapping my arms tightly to keep her steady as her entire body started to tremble. I waited until her orgasm passed, gently stroking her back, before I felt her snuggle into my body, so I carefully lay down on my back, Mum happy to rest on my chest. We laid in silence for quite a while, not needing to say a word, simply enjoying that blissful moment, finally giving into our desires after so long.

Sliding off me, she got off the bed and offered her hand, silently leading me to the bathroom. The smile on her face didn't fade as we showered. We fondled and fooled around, making out constantly, still not sharing a word. Backing her against the tiled wall, my fingers found their way inside her again. I'd already discovered the fact I loved bringing my mother off, bringing her to orgasm one final time before we stepped out of the shower. She dried me down, returning the favour on her, before returning to bed.

Wanting to spoon against me, I held her in my arms, her tiny body against my larger farm perfectly fitting against me. I finally released a sigh. "I was scared, Mum," I admitted, "I wanted you so much, but... I couldn't talk to you about it. I knew how you felt, but it was that one time in my life I needed to speak to someone else. But who could I ask? None of my friends. How could I tell them that I was in love with you? So... I buried everything. I thought maybe dating would help me. It didn't." I managed a chuckle. "Shit, maybe that's why Tamara offered the open relationship? She figured out that I certainly love you more than most son's love their mother."

"But I wouldn't want to share you," she whispered, "Well, except for maybe two girls, if it happens."

"I know. I'm sorry, Mum. I was a coward, and I know it hurt you."

She turned around, feeling her hand on my chest as she kissed me. "No, Mark. You've never hurt me. I've always said you were your own man. You were making the right decision to protect us both, still thinking about your family. This won't be easy for either of us. Then there's your sisters. We will need to be careful. But I want you in here with me. They'll be asleep by the time we get to bed, and you're up before everyone. It will take work but we can do this."

"I'll move my stuff in tomorrow, if that's what you'd like."

"I don't want to sleep alone anymore," she said softly. My hand went to her cheek, gently stroking her face. "I still can't believe how you look at me sometimes."

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Mum. How could I not look at you like this?"

I slept like a log. Best night of sleep I ever had. Waking the next morning together, I ended up between her legs again, happily bringing her to another couple of orgasms before we made love again. Only after I'd cum in her again did she ask, "Mark, would you like me to suck your cock?"

"Honestly, it's up to you, but while I do enjoy a blowjob, I prefer being inside a woman like I am now."

"I'm nearly forty and barely have any experience, Mark. Your father..." That was a sign to pull out of her and cuddle. "The first few years after you were born were good, I guess. You were five when I realised he was cheating on me."

"Bloody hell."

"He thought he was being careful. But the longer he did it, the more blasé he got. He never flaunted it nor threw it in my face, but it wasn't difficult to figure out he was fooling around me. But it was always a case of, as long as I had my little boy to raise, and my career, I guess I could put up with a husband who slowly lost interest in me."

"So that night you ended up pregnant?"

"He mustn't have got any that day as he came home and showed interest in me for the first time in months. And though I didn't think much of him anymore, I still craved being wanted, needed, loved. I didn't even think about the pill or protection until it was too late. Anyway, my first boyfriend, the one I lost my virginity to, I did blow him but I don't think I was very good, or I wasn't that confident about it. The other two guys, it was just sex and it made me feel good, I guess. I tried it with your father but he never reciprocated."

"Jesus, Mum. Why the hell..."

"I was young and in love. When he was younger, your father was very smooth. He wooed me and I fell in love. When I gave him a son, I thought we'd remain in love. It obviously wasn't enough. But, no, he rarely ate my pussy. Mark, you've done it more in one night and morning than in a decade of marriage to him."

"Right, pussy eating is on the menu every day too, Mum. Shit, I'll drive to your office and do it at lunch for you."

She kissed my cheek. "I love that idea. Being naughty in my office? I've often daydreamed of you picking me up late, then just bending me over my desk, ripping down my panties and just having your way with me."

"So we might end up living out some fantasies with each other?"

"What do you want, Mark?"

"I love you in dresses and skirts, Mum. Preferably without panties underneath so I could just wander up, maybe give you a little fondle, maybe slide my cock inside you while you're busy doing something else. A quick, fast fuck, leave cum dripping out of you afterwards."

She loved that idea so much, we had our first proper fuck, Mum ending up bent over the bed, my forearms to either side of her as I pumped her from behind. Once I'd left another load inside her, we had a shower before dressing, enjoying breakfast together before we needed to pick up the kids.

I swear, our grandparents must have figured out what was up within five minutes of our arrival. The girls were happy to see us as always, but there's no way they missed how Mum and I acted with each other. We'd always been close but, after the previous night...

"Your Mum looks happy, Mark. Happier than I've seen in years," my grandfather said as I had a look at the car we were still restoring. I was confident it would be ready within a year. The engine was done, as was most of the interior. The outside needed to be fixed, then it would be ready to drive.

"I do what I can to help that."

He made a sound that had me glancing at him curiously. He walked towards me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "Look after her, Mark. Care for her. Love her." I felt my eyes widen as he squeezed my shoulder. "All we want is for our daughter to be happy. She'll always be my little girl, but she's got a good man in her life who clearly loves her just as much in return." I opened my mouth to say something. He shook his head. "No words are necessary, Mark. This is all I'll say about it. Your grandmother and I just want you both to be happy. That's all that matters. Okay?"

"And Mum?"

"Your grandmother is saying the same thing to her."

I hugged the old man tightly. "Thank you," I whispered.

"You've always been a good kid, Mark. Now you're a grown man, mature and certainly responsible. You belong to and with each other."

"Why?" I had to ask.

"Honestly? I don't think we could stop you anyway. You'll both be miserable apart. As I said, I haven't seen your mother this happy since her wedding day to your father. If she looks this happy all the time, then as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters."

Once we had the girls in the car, I drove us home. Mum was wearing a dress, showing off plenty of her delicious looking thighs. It was rather distracting, Mum giggling, warning me to keep my eyes on the road. She held my hand the entire way, spending most of her time gazing in my direction. "You look happy, Mum," Natalie said from the back seat.

"I am happy, pumpkin. I have you two little tearaways, and then I have this responsible man with me too."

Pulling the car into the driveway, the girls immediately wandered off to their rooms, Mum and I heading to the kitchen for a coffee. Mum hugged me tightly before I could even start preparing. "They give us their blessing," she whispered, "Should we tell the girls?"

"I think they'll figure it out eventually. When they do, then we'll have to sit them down and explain everything." I kissed her forehead before taking her hands in mine, glancing into her emerald eyes. "I'm going to buy you a ring."

"Mark..."

"It can't be official, but I want to buy you a ring."

"Will you wear one too?"

"Of course."

Her face broke into a broad smile. "Okay," she said softly, "When?"

"Soon as I can. The only decision is do you want a surprise or would you like to help pick it? To be honest, I'd rather the latter. I'm confident I know as much about you as possible, but this will be on your finger for the next few decades. Want it to be right."

Mum couldn't reply, kissing me before hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes, enjoying the scent of her shampoo and perfume, only opening my eyes when I heard giggling, the two little terrors standing in the doorway. "Mark looks happy too, Mum," Natalie said.

"He is, pumpkin. We're both happy. Never been happier." She met my eyes, the smile never fading. "It's why I love him."

That was safe. The two terrors giggled before returning to their bedroom. I kissed her a final time before finally focusing on coffee. "I'll move some of my stuff when they go to bed," I suggested.

"If we put on a movie for them, we could disappear for an hour." I gave her a look, Mum lifting the front of her dress to give me a good view of her pussy. "Would you like that, Mark?"

Coffee was abandoned. I put on a movie that would last ninety minutes for the girls before Mum and I disappeared for an hour.

*****

Cathy

I couldn't help stare down at my left hand every few minutes. It was a simple band as I insisted Mark didn't have to break the bank. I was a simple woman at heart. The fact my son loved me, was in love with me, was more than enough. Yes, there was a couple of jewels, but it was the inscription that I couldn't see that meant the world to me. Only three people knew of the inscription. My son. Myself. And the jeweller that did it.

"With us, Cathy?"

I looked up, feeling my cheeks blush as I glanced around the table. "Sorry, million miles away for a moment."

I managed to concentrate on the rest of the meeting before the boss ended it. He asked me to stay for a moment once everyone else disappeared. Taking a seat nearby, he smiled at me. "You seem different, Cathy. Happier. Content." He paused, then added, "And you're in love. The reason I can say that confidently is the ring on your finger that you can't help staring at every so often. Whirlwind romance?"

"No, it was a long time coming, actually. The wedding was what happened quickly. Guess I should mention I'll need time off soon for a honeymoon. He's talking of a week in the Pacific somewhere. Sun. Sea. Sand." And sex, though I'm sure they would have figured that out.

"Will we meet your new husband?"

Thankfully, I'd kept work and home life separate. There was a picture of Mark on my desk when he was a little boy. He looked much different now. There were more pictures of my daughters around. "He might pop in."

"And your daughters?"

"Pretty much adopted them as his own already. They adore him."

He smiled. "Sounds like you've snagged yourself a good man."

"A great man. It's why I married him."

I hadn't really thought my demeanour had changed that much since Mark and I had finally been intimate, but as I asked some of my colleagues, they suggested I'd been in a better mood for months. That suggested I was happier even before that first night with my son. I'd certainly been far happier about life the past couple of years, even when we were not together. Even when my son was dating, I'd never felt more content with life. My son had been a man, finding his own way in life, while still supporting his family. But every day since we'd resumed our close relationship was just better and better. And I knew he loved me as much as I loved him.

He was already home when I pulled into the driveway, thankful it was a Friday night. I walked into the living room to find the two girls glued to the television. He was sitting back, relaxing, after another hard week at work. Dropping my things in our room, I gave the girls a cuddle before sitting next to him. Checking they were not watching, I turned his chin and kissed him properly.

"Well, hello to you too, Mum," he said softly.

"When are you able to go on holiday?"

"Whenever you can."

"Next month? I've asked for the time off. Won't be a problem."

"All I need to do is confirm the reservations."

"Girls, how would you like to spend a week with your grandparents?"

That excited them as they knew they were going to spoiled rotten the entire time they were there. And the grandparents loved having their grandchildren around. They were still only in the mid-sixties so could just about keep up with them on a daily basis. I was just as excited as my daughters, the idea of a week away with my son. We could travel and act as husband and wife. No-one would know who we were unless we had the misfortune of running into anyone we knew.

We managed to get time off within a month, Mark booking everything for me, suggesting the only thing I needed to do was go shopping. Incredibly suggestive, though when I asked him to join me, he simply said, "Surprise me when we get there."

After dropping the girls at their grandparents, both telling us to simply enjoy our time away together, Mark drove us to the airport, parking up before rolling our bags towards check-in. Leaning against him as he passed over everything, the lady behind the desk smiled. "Newly married?"

"It's our delayed honeymoon," Mark replied.

The smile broadened. "Well, good thing you booked business class tickets."
"You didn't!" I exclaimed.

Mark glanced at me before leaning forward to kiss my cheek. "I love you," he whispered.

Business class tickets meant we could relax in the lounge before the flight. There was plenty of food and drink to enjoy, including booze, but I was far too excited to drink. Mark was taking everything in his stride as always, content to just have me sit astride his lap. My son had always loved me, but the love we shared now? I'd waited near forty years for it. And it had been worth every hour of waiting to be with him like we were now.

The flight was smooth, taking a few hours, and business class was certainly better than economy. I was tempted about joining the 'mile high club'. Instead, the seats were rather large and comfortable, enough that I found myself on his lap again, blanket covering my lap as his hand ended up under my dress, moving the thin fabric of my panties aside, two fingers inside me.

"Make me cum," I breathed into his ear.

"What do you think my intention is, Cathy? Though the idea of teasing you without making you orgasm..."

"Please don't," I pleaded. He met my eyes and no doubt saw the desire for release. His face softened immediately. "I love you so much."

Loved him even more when he got me off. Needed to kiss him to cover most of the moans I released. But it was when he sucked his glistening fingers, his eyes not leaving mine the entire time, that certainly had a wave of desire flood through me. "Love your taste, Cathy," he said softly.

"Well, you certainly do it enough nowadays."

"At least two years to make up for, my darling wife."

I kissed him softly. "Mark, you've more than made up for any hurt you think you caused."

"I know, but I'm going to keep making you as happy as I am every damned day."

The resort was utterly magnificent. My son certainly had good taste, and it was catered towards adults rather than families. The pool was enormous with a bar in the middle of it, while there were plenty of things that would help us relax, such as massages and spa treatments. Our room was spacious and must have cost him a small fortune. There were activities we could participate in, though I admitted I was happy to just spend a week relaxing. I was on holiday and had no desire to fill my days with activities. That seemed to please Mark, who admitted he didn't want it to feel like work.

We'd arrived late in the evening, so after a rather fabulous dinner, we retired to our room. Mark had a quick shower, walking out naked as we were no longer shy around each other. Rubbing his hair dry, he met my eyes as I relaxed on the bed. I couldn't help look him up and down. His daily gym routine had left him with a toned body. Still had to pinch myself that he was interested in his forty-year-old mother.

I grabbed a little something from my bag before sliding past him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, giving me the sort of kiss that aroused me in one moment, made me practically jelly in his arm in the next. "Enjoy your shower, wife," he whispered.

"I will, husband."

It was a quick shower, just to wash away the ride in the plane. I'd flown for work often enough and I was always left desperate for a shower afterwards. Once I was out and drying off, I put on the sheer black teddy that would leave nothing to the imagination. Two thin straps over my shoulders, and it barely covered my pussy. If he ended up ripping it off me, I wouldn't be all that bothered.

Opening the door, he was already turned to the bathroom, clearly waiting for me to arrive. His eyes widened, smile forming as I turned sideways, lifting a leg as I clung to the doorframe. "Do you approve?"

He practically growled as he stood up and stalked towards me. The look in his eyes verged on animalistic. He gently pulled me into his body, feeling his thick cock pressing into me. "Fucking hell, you're beautiful."

He picked me up with ease, carrying me to the king sized bed. I swear the only sounds I heard were our hearts beating as he laid me down, sitting back on his knees as he gazed down at me, a million thoughts seeming to cross his eyes in seconds. Then he smiled as his eyes moved to my crotch, raising an eyebrow. "You shaved?"

"You said surprise you. Considering some of the surprises I have, shaving would be best." I felt my cheeks heat up as I spread my legs rather provocatively, running a finger down to tease my slit. "Do you like my bald pussy, baby?" I shuddered as I was already utterly turned on. "Maybe you'd like to eat my bald pussy for a while before you fuck me?"

"Oh, I'm fucking you later, Mum," he growled. He always called me Mum in the bedroom. That would never change. "After a week, you'll be left walking funny as we walk through the airport."

He made me orgasm within a couple of minutes, helped by the fact he had kept me turned on during the flight, during the trip to the resort, and the simple fact he was just achingly handsome. But he'd learned my body incredibly quickly in his desire to make me happy in return. Knew just where to kiss me, how to lick my pussy, the best way to use his fingers. I loved it when he spent an hour just teasing me, slowly building to a crescendo, giving me the sort of orgasm that left my body shuddering for ages, and needing to cry at how much he did just to put a smile on my face.

The fact he sometimes spent all night just giving my body attention just made me fall in love with him more each and every time. My son didn't have a selfish bone in his body. He'd dedicated his life to his family, and to me, since he was a boy. Now he was a man and his desire to continue his dedication, I rarely had the words to express what it meant.

Feeling him kiss up my body, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples, feeling another dose of arousal flood my body, he continued to tease me until I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. I pushed my body down, eager to feel him inside me. He pulled back and smiled. "No, Mum. Not yet."

"Please," I begged.

"How much do you want me, Mum?"

"So much, baby."

"You want your son to stick his cock in you?"

"I want my husband to fuck me." He raised an eyebrow at that. "I want him to stick his big cock inside me and just fuck me senseless. No need to worry about anything except the fact I want to feel him blast deep inside me in a few minutes."

His eyes lit up at what I just said, and feeling him slide his cock inside me in one movement made me moan loudly. Once he was comfortable, he gave me a look I only saw every so often. The sort of look that suggested 'Hold on, Mum. I'm about to fuck you something stupid.'

Then he surprised me by pulling out, easily lifting me up and putting me back on my knees. I quickly grabbed a pillow for my head, wiggling my arse in his direction as I felt his cock slide inside me again. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, he growled, "Ready, mother?"

"Fuck yes, baby."

My god, he fucked me hard that night. Probably the hardest he'd done so far. I was no wallflower, but I'll admit I loved it when he was gentle with me. We made love, we rarely what I called 'fuck'. But that night, my god, my son fucked the shit out of me. He was a man possessed, and he stayed hard even after he came inside me three times. He didn't have any particularly interest in trying a bunch of strange positions, sticking to versions of missionary and doggy.

No idea how many times I orgasmed as well. Sex just got better and better from that first time, figuring out which positions were best that I could orgasm with his cock inside me. But my son loved it when I rode him. He'd sometimes have me lean forward and thrust up into me nice and fast, but after fucking me senseless, he ended the night looking up at me with nothing but love in his eyes as I rode him to one final orgasm.

Then we slept.

The next day, I showed off my next surprise, a red bikini that just about covered my pussy, and the top covered my nipples and a part of each breast, but that was about it. When I walked out of the bathroom to show him, he looked ready to leap on me. I loved exciting him so much.

"Fucking hell, Mum," he muttered.

Walking towards him, I ran my hands down his strong arms. "I only wear it for you, baby," I whispered, kissing his chest, "Every other man will be checking me out, but they'll be jealous because they know my eyes are only for you."

I wore a different bikini every day. All different colours. He loved the black one I wore on day three as he said it meshed well with my pale skin. I also had a blue one that he adored. I had other sheer teddies I wore at night, and other nighties, one that ended up being ripped off my body as things heated up. We enjoyed plenty of time in the pool. We had massages together. We walked along the beach every day, eventually finding a secluded spot we could make love. Going down on him as he relaxed on a towel was such a brazen act, I was so turned on after I'd made him cum, and swallowed it, that I just had to mount him and enjoy my own orgasm.

How we didn't break the bed during our weeks' vacation, I'll never know. The sex was phenomenal, making love each morning, slow and tender, the perfect way to wake up, a light orgasm that provided a pleasant start to the day. Mark would cum in me, then we'd have a shower, dress and head downstairs for breakfast. We'd return to our room after lunch for a nice, hard fuck. That's when I made sure it was all about him. I just wanted him to almost use me for his own pleasure. At night, we mixed it up between a rough, sweaty fuck and some sweet lovemaking. Every night, I'd fall asleep in his arms. Even after all this time, I'd occasionally get a little teary at how much he loved me. That resulted in me turning around for some 'son cuddles', his fingers gently caressing me, whispering how much he truly loved me and how happy he was with how life had turned out.

"Mum, my friends at school would be jealous I'm with you like this now. I'm living out the fantasy so many would have had about their own mothers too."

The week passed too quickly for both of us. That last night, I returned the favour by making love to his cock with my mouth. The look in his eyes as I pleasured him had me almost dripping with excitement. My son had a great cock, bigger than his father's, that was for sure, and even better was that he knew how to use it. Having rarely given blowjobs, I'd been so nervous when first going down on Mark, but he was a vocal lover, and let me know exactly what felt good. The first time I made him cum, I was far too excited and swallowed his cum without thinking. That left him surprised. When I said I'd definitely be doing that again, he leapt on me, and I was rewarded with one hell of a good fuck.

We joined the 'mile high club' on the flight home. It was awkward, uncomfortable, but feeling him his cock slide inside me, knowing people saw us disappear inside together, was such a turn on, little wonder we both enjoyed an orgasm.

Mark drove us home, collecting the kids from our grandparents. They took one look at us and started to chuckle. "Good time with your mother, Mark?" my father asked.

"We had a great time."

"Good. The kids have been great. Spoiled rotten, but they're good kids."

They were ever so excited to see us. It was the first time I'd been apart from my girls for longer than a couple of days since they were born. Hugging Rebecca, Natalie hugging her brother, it was only then that I think we both realised how much we'd missed the little terrors. "We'll take them with us next time," he said softly, "Maybe go up or down the coast, enough to keep them occupied."

Mark continued to 'date' me, though we were now doing it once a fortnight, as soon as he was paid. Within a year, he was managing one of the locations for the company he worked, though thankfully it barely changed his hours. I decided it was time to cut back on my hours, at least at the office, making sure I left at a reasonable time. The week away had given me time to think. My girls were getting older, and I didn't want to miss out on too much.

The next few years seemed to fly by. The depth of love my son and I shared could not have possibly been matched by any other mother and son, considering he shared my bed, we were husband and wife in our own eyes, we made love every night, and the affection I received from him, and return, was positively endless. I only asked once more about him having a child of his own. He assured me that his sisters were his kids, he'd practically been a father to them since he was around sixteen, since he started working.

But the problem I saw looming was Rebecca and Natalie. I had an inkling they had it figured out by the time they were teenagers. We simply couldn't help being affectionate in front of them sometimes. They never walked in on us making out in the living room, and a closed bedroom door meant knock and wait for an answer before entering. But it would have been obvious, even to an untrained eye, that Mark didn't use his room at all except to store some of his old stuff. It was practically an office nowadays.

There were also the feelings I could see them developing for him. There was no doubt they saw him as both their brother but also as a father figure. But I also saw the eyes linger on him when he walked out of the room, the light touches on his body, and the obvious fact they were falling in love with him. They were subtle but I was old enough to know the signs. Whether Mark ever realised or not, I wasn't sure. But I could see it coming, and I wasn't worried. I loved my son and I loved my daughters. When it happened, I'd deal with it as best as I could. It would mostly depend on Mark and how he would feel about it.

Part of me didn't like the idea of sharing him with anyone. But I loved my daughters as much as I loved my son. And I would do anything for my daughters. Sharing my son with my daughters? I could barely say 'no' to them about anything. I certainly couldn't deny them their brother's love. And once we'd told them the truth, it would likely lead to them eventually admitting their own feelings. We'd just deal with it from there.

Lying back one evening, my hand trailing up and down his chest, I asked, "Should we tell them? I know we've discussed it a few times, but they're sixteen now. And I think they know already, but just don't feel confident enough to say anything."

"Okay." I raised my head to meet his eyes, earning a smile in return. "I think they've figured it out too. And I have a feeling they've seen me come and go from this room plenty, no matter how careful we try and be. Let's be honest, Mum, we've been like a married couple for eight years now. We both wear rings. Neither of us date. I take you out at least once a fortnight. Buy you plenty of gifts. Honestly, if they hadn't figured it out, I'd think they were blind."

"When?" I asked softly, resting head back where it had rested.

"Tomorrow. No point delaying it."

I'll admit, I was a nervous wreck the next morning. Mark was calm as always. The two girls rose late as expected. Now sixteen, they were actually well-behaved, all things considered. Mark's calm presence in their life helped keep the worst of it all at bay. I knew plenty of mothers who had almost wanted to murder a teenager at times.

"Girls, we need to talk," I said once breakfast was over.

The pair shared a glance and grinned. "What about, Mum?"

I cleared my throat and glanced at Mark. He took my left hand and placed it on the table. "You see the ring on her finger?" They both nodded. "I gave it to Mum." He rested his hand next to mine. "And Mum gave me my ring."

Rebecca snorted. "Please, like we haven't noticed you wear rings. We're not blind, you know?"

"And we know you're in love too. We do live under the same roof as you," Natalie added.

I glanced at Mark, who didn't seem that worried. My heart was racing along. "We know you're our brother, Mark, but you've always been a father to us. You've raised us with Mum. Natalie and I have discussed it. We've wanted to call you 'Dad' for years, but you're not that much older than us."

"You have?" my son whispered, hearing the emotion in his tone.

They both smiled. "We love you, and we love Mum," Natalie replied, "We couldn't have asked for better parents."

Mark had to get up and hug his sisters tightly. "And we certainly understand why you and Mum are together. We honestly think it's rather sweet, that you took everything on when you were so long," Rebecca explained, "We've never told a soul, and we never will."

I got up and joined the hug. "Sorry for not telling you sooner," I murmured.

"We know people will freak out about your relationship, Mum. It's fine. But thanks for trusting us to share your secret," Natalie said.

"Okay, we're going out tonight. My treat, wherever you girls want. Just try and agree on something," Mark said.

Going out that night, my son and I acted like married couple with two daughters. I'm sure some would have looked at our sixteen-year-old daughters and wondered how old he was, but in the end. It didn't matter. We were family.

******

Natalie

"Your brother is so fucking hot," Emily stated, relaxing back on the lounger by the pool.

"God yes. I'm eighteen and still a virgin. I'd love him to pop my cherry," Lizzie added.

"Fuck that, he can have my arse if he wants it," Rachel added, "He can take that first, then have my pussy." She paused before adding, "No, pussy first, then my butt."

"God, shut up, you lot!" I exclaimed, "That's my brother you're talking about."

"Not our fault your older brother is a fucking hunk, Tali," Rachel said, glancing over the top of her sunglasses as her brother relaxed in the pool. Rebecca was taking a dip with our other friend, Mary.

"Have you ever seen his dick? I bet it's huge," Emily asked.

"I'd suck it no matter what," Rachel added, "I'd let him take all my holes. Bet he could fuck all of us without breaking a sweat."

"You ever thought about him taking yours, Tali? You've been eighteen a couple of months now," Emily wondered.

"He's my brother!" I retorted.

"So?"

"Well, that's it. He's my brother."

Emily snorted. "Shit, if my brother looked like him, I wouldn't be a virgin. Trust me on that one. I'd make sure he was fucking me every day, morning, noon and night."

Mum came outside to join us, wearing a sensible bikini. She was now fifty years old and still had a rocking body. I noticed how my brother looked at her as she dropped into the pool, immediately making her way towards him. They had to be careful in front of our friends, but in front of us, we didn't care how affectionate they were.

I'll admit, it made me jealous. Because I'd been in love with him for years. So was my twin sister. I'm still not sure who had it worse.

It felt fucking awful, the way we felt about him. We knew how much Mum and Mark loved each other, but my sister and I, we couldn't help our feelings. We knew there was nothing we could do about it. It would break their relationship if we started fooling around with him. Yet I think Mum already knew. She probably saw the lingering glances we left whenever he left the room, or the way we enjoyed long hugs with him, just feeling his strong arms wrapped around us. We assumed he saw us only as his little sisters.

My three friends eventually joined the rest in the pool. Mark started to laugh about far too much young female flesh joining him, and he needed a drink to cool down. Plenty of giggles as he lifted himself out, and I saw all their eyes just drink him in. Thirty years old now and he'd just grown even hotter with each passing you. He was a walking masturbation fantasy.

I followed him inside, seeing him chug down on a bottle of water. He turned as I walked in, grabbing a can of soft drink from the fridge. As I sipped at it, I looked him up and down. "Everything okay, Tali?"
"I'm fine," I replied. He smiled, kissing my cheek, before walking to the screen door leading out. "I love you, Mark."

I cringed as I knew how it sounded. And when he came to a stop, I think he heard the difference in the way I'd said it. He turned slowly and met my eyes. I had to look away, needing to wipe my cheeks of the tears that were falling. Before I knew it, I felt his arms around me. I figured I'd just ruined everything with four simple words.

"Hey..." he whispered, "It's okay, Tali. It's okay."

"I'm sorry..." I sobbed quietly.

He shushed me, lifting my chin up. I could barely see as my eyes continued to fill up, feeling tears continuing to slide down my cheeks. Feeling him softly brush them away at least made me smile. Then he kissed my forehead and I sighed. "Tali," he said softly. I blinked my eyes clear before meeting his, "I know."

"You... You do?"

"Of course. So does Mum. She figured it out first, a while ago. We discussed this very situation happening."

"Oh shit..."

He shushed me again. "We were just waiting for you to be comfortable to talk to us about it. And I know your twin sister feels the same way. I think you need to talk to her, then talk to Mum and I. Okay?"

"You're not mad?"

"How could I be mad? You're my little sister, and I love you very much."

That just made me cry even harder. Then I felt someone else hug me, glancing to see it was Mum. "Has she finally admitted how she feels? That can be the only reason she's sobbing in your arms right now."

"I think it's a volcano of feelings ready to erupt, Mum," Mark replied.

"I'm sorry," I murmured again.

"Tali, the fact you're in love with him comes as no surprise to either of us. I've been aware for a while now. I think you were having those thoughts and feelings before we told you about our relationship." I nodded into his chest. "I thought that would have given you the confidence to tell us. Why now?"

"Because my friends won't shut up about how hot he is and how much they want him to fuck them."

"Wonder how they'd react if I said I was fucking my mother?"

I snorted. "They'd think you were even hotter and want to watch."

"Do they know how you feel about me?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered, "I needed to tell someone other than my sister. They don't think I'm weird, which is weird in itself."

He lifted my chin again. "We'll talk when they go home, okay?"

He let me go, watching him walk away, though he glanced back and smiled. That just made me want to melt into the ground. Mum hugged me again from behind. "Mark and I have already talked about it once we realised, Tali. I love my son. I love my daughters. There won't be more than two people at once, I'm not interested in women. But if you want to be with your brother, I couldn't think of anyone better you could be with."

"Are you sure, Mum? I don't want to ruin your relationship."

"That man loves three people, Tali. He loves me, and he loves his sisters. There is no greater expression of showing that love than by being intimate. I've been fortunate enough to have that for ten years. Now you will get the chance to experience that same sort of love."

I turned and hugged Mum tightly. "Thank you."

She kissed my cheek. "Anything for my daughters. Much like he'll do anything for his sisters. His entire life since he was twelve has been about helping his family, one way or the other. Now, take a minute, dry your eyes, then come join your friends again. And Tali?" I met her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mum."

I calmed myself down before heading back outside. No surprise two of my friends were putting on a show for Mark, busy making out with each other. Rebecca looked at me, rolling her eyes, while Mark seemed more amused by it than anything. Joining them all back in the pool, Emily and Lizzie broke apart, smiling at everyone. "Want to join in, Tali? Becca doesn't want to because of your brother."

I felt my cheeks grow warm. "Something you need to share, Tali?" Mark asked, hearing the humour in his tone, "My little sister has done some experimenting, perhaps?"

"Not like that!" I blurted out, "But, well, we practice kissing."

"Really?" he asked, and I swear it sounded like he wanted to laugh.

"Maybe you'd like to practice with your brother, Tali?" Emily asked.

"Maybe she could practice more than kissing?" Rachel added.

"God, you lot are obsessed with getting me to fuck my brother!" I exclaimed.

"If you won't, I'll throw my hand up for the chance," Rachel retorted, "I'm sure he'd love some of this smooth eighteen-year-old pussy."

My brother couldn't help himself, chuckling away. "Let's be honest, we'd all love him to fuck us," Lizzie added, "Would you like that, Mark?"

"Well, it isn't every day I get sex practically thrown in my face. What do you think, Mum?" he asked.

She was sat on the ledge within the in-ground pool, sipping at a glass of wine. "Hmmm, watching my son deflower a bunch of virgins? I might just get a little jealous, Mark. You are all virgins, right?" I nodded along with my friends. "And you all want to be fucked by my son?" My friends nodded again. Rebecca and I just looked at Mum, who smiled at us. "Well, Mark, I must say, that is quite the tempting offer you have."

"I'd totally suck your dick," Lizzie blurted out.

My brother looked at her and smiled. "Well, I'm sure you have a very pretty pussy in return, Lizzie." It amused me when she blushed. "You've got a tight little body on you too. You all do. I'd be a very lucky man just to have one of your join me in bed."

"Even your sisters?" Rachel wondered.

Mark shrugged. "Sure. Have you not seen my sisters? They're both gorgeous. I'd have to be blind not to notice them."

It was obvious Rebecca hadn't said a word to him, as she looked a little overcome by his comment. She soon found herself being cuddled by him, and my friends at least thought it was sweet. "Wish I had a brother like him," Emily muttered.

Once it started to grow dark and cooler, we all headed inside, our friends getting changed. Their goodbyes to Rebecca and I were short, ensuring Mark hugged them for at least a couple of minutes before they headed out the front door. Once the door shut, Mark burst into laughter. "My god, your friends sometimes," he said, before he turned towards my sister and I. "Okay, girls. We need to talk," he added softly. I knew what was coming, but Rebecca looked like a deer in headlights, glancing at me in concern. I took her hand.

"It's fine, Becca," I said softly, "Don't worry."

We sat on the couch, Mark sat in the armchair, Mum sitting on his lap, leaning against his shoulder. They were always cuddling nowadays, and we both thought it was very sweet. We loved cuddling with him too, but it was different. "Becca, Tali told me how she felt earlier," Mark started, "Be honest, do you feel the same way?"

I wasn't surprised my twin burst into tears, ready to hug her. All she could do was nod. No surprise Mark came over, getting onto his knees to hug us both. "Becca, I know, it's okay. Mum knows too." She joined him on the floor. "It's nothing to worry about, certainly nothing to be ashamed about, considering that you know I'm with our mother. The question is, Becca, do you want me to be intimate with me too?"

"More than anything," she managed to reply, "Tali and I are virgins. We agreed that you would be our one and only."

"Shit, our friends today almost feel the same way. You could have a harem of younger lovers if you wanted."

He shook his head. "No. I'm with Mum, and I'm committed to her. But she realised your feelings for me before I started to really comprehend how you felt about me. She told me how you obviously felt, then asked if I'd be willing to take that step with you. Mum is absolutely fine with the idea. She knows I love her, and she knows I love you two as well. I guess the only question is, do you want me together or separately?"

"And I won't be involved, Becca," Mum added gently, "I love my daughters. You're wonderful. But I'm not interested in being intimate with women, though watching my children make love? I know I will love that, at least."

"Together," Rebecca whispered, nodding my head in agreement, "Tali and I do everything together as it is, why not lose our virginities at almost the same time?"

"Next weekend," Mark said, "We'll go out for a meal, then come back here, relax, then we'll go to bed together."

"Our bed, Mark," Mum added, "I'd love to see my daughters become women thanks to their brother."

"You sure, Mum? It's only ever..."

"I'm sure, baby. As I said, the idea of watching you with these two makes me smile. Add to that, I'm fifty years old now. Maybe..."

Rebecca and I watched our brother turn to his mother and kiss her with as much passion as he could muster. Whatever she was going to say ended in that moment. "No getting silly ideas into your head, Mum," he warned softly. She blushed brightly and cleared her throat. "Okay, girls. Why don't we go and get some take away?"

Returning home after we'd stuffed ourselves, Mark sat on the couch, Rebecca cuddling to one side, myself to the other, Mum sitting back against the lounge between his legs. My sister and I couldn't help run our hands up and down his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothing. To my surprise, Rebecca was the first to make a move down to his crotch. When she gasped and glanced at me with a smile, I knew it was because he was hard.

I had to cop a feel too. When I did, I couldn't help but look up at him. "You've got a big dick," I whispered.

Mum laughed. "Girls, you have no idea. Want to see it?"

"What?" Mark asked.

"Nothing sexual, Mark. But maybe you should let them know what they're in for?"

He glanced one way, then the other, before he stood up and took of his t-shirt, before he lowered his shorts and underwear, sitting back naked between my sister and I. Mum turned around, grinning immediately. Rebecca and I shared another glance. "It's okay, girls. Do whatever feels comfortable," he said softly, though he released a soft groan when Mum grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes. I watched, mesmerised, as it clearly filled as it quickly turned erect.

"Oh my god!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"Wow," I whispered. I looked up to see him look down at the three of us, nothing but love on his face and in his eyes for us. I leaned up and kissed him. He wasted no time kissing me in return. I whimpered within seconds. Breaking the kiss, he caressed my cheek before turning to Rebecca, kissing her as well. No surprise she whimpered too. The desire we both felt for him was all encompassing.

Distracted by kissing him, he groaned, turning to see his cock in Mum's mouth. She looked up, her eyes filled with desire. "You don't have to suck his cock first thing, girls," she said, "He'll definitely eat your pussy first before making love to you though. Your brother loves eating his mother's pussy."

Rebecca had a hand down her shorts. I followed suit, no surprise I was already soaking wet. Just touching myself almost ended with me falling onto the floor, much to the amusement of our brother. While he was blown, he continued to kiss both of us. Rebecca had an orgasm with five minutes. Mark held her tightly as she came down. "Now that was beautiful, Becca," he whispered, "Are you close too, Tali?"

"God yes," I moaned, my fingers now entirely focused on my clit.

He leaned down to my ear. "Cum for me, little sister. Cum for your big brother."

"Oh god!" I moaned, feeling his fingers caress my back. Just that was intimate and sent me cresting a wave I didn't want to end.

"Keep going, Becca. Cum for your brother again. I want my little sisters to orgasm again and again. And I haven't forgotten about you, Mum. Soon as I cum, you're getting on for a ride."

"We can watch?" Becca asked.

"Yes, so you get an idea of how it will be for you too."

We continued to masturbate as Mum's head was soon bouncing up and down fast on his cock. I'd never seen a blowjob in real life before. Lizzie had a couple of toys, and she liked to put on shows, but the only blowjobs I'd seen was in porn. When he groaned, his fingers running through her red hair, I knew that meant he was getting close. "Wait for me," I whimpered, "Want to cum together."

"Me too," Becca murmured.

"Hurry, girls. I'm close."

I frigged myself something stupid. He came first, exploding in Mum's mouth. Becca and I came almost together, needing to collapse against him to either side, breathing deeply. I noticed him hug us tightly as Mum eventually lifted her mouth from his cock, showing us the contents of her mouth. She then closer her mouth and smiled, swallowing it down.

Feeling a finger at my chin, Mark kissed me and it was hot, passionate, full of hunger. He left me wanting more as he kissed my sister the same way. "I want to get naked," I said.

"Not yet. Not until next weekend," he replied, "Trust me, I want to see you in all your glory right now, but if you get naked, I'll want to fuck you right now."

"Want to fuck me, baby?" Mum asked.

"How is that even a question, Mum?"

Becca and I watched as our mother stripped naked. Even at fifty, she was still fit as a fiddle. Her tan had long since faded as she preferred pale skin, as did Mark. Her breasts were small, a little sag but nothing to be ashamed of at fifty. She was still slim due to going to the gym and a good diet. Wide hips from carrying three children, and there were marks which remained. Mark looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes as she rested a leg to either side of him, leaning down to kiss him. "Now that you've cum already, I'll get to ride you for a long time now," she said.

"Girls, count her orgasms. I'll be carrying Mum to bed once she's done with me."

Rebecca and I snuggled into him, watching as his cock disappeared inside our mother. "Can we touch ourselves again?" I whispered.

Mum smiled. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't, sweetie."

Watching Mum ride our brother was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, but there was no missing how in love they were either. I actually started to feel a little guilty again. Mum noticed, as it must have appeared on my face, stopping long enough to kiss my cheek. "Don't worry about it. Next week, you'll be in this position and you'll realise how much you'll love it too."

Resting hands on his shoulders, she really started to bounce up and down on his cock. That's when she enjoyed her first orgasm. Never thought I'd see my own mother's orgasm face, but the delight made me smile. She clearly loved my brother, definitely loved his cock, and watching her with him was not only sexy, it was beautiful too. One of the most beautiful things I'd watched in my short life to that point.

There was a surprise in store as Rebecca got up and sat next to me, her hand going straight down my shorts, turning to kiss her immediately. "Oh, well... I guess I should have expected that," Mum said, before she giggled, "Mark, I think your cock just got thicker. Do you enjoy that?"

"I'm beginning to see my little sisters in a whole different light."

"Does it bother you?" Rebecca asked.

"God no. If it makes you happy, do it."

I turned back to my sister, her hand down my shorts, while I was soon fondling her bald, wet pussy at the same time. Wasn't the first time we'd masturbated each other, wouldn't be the last either. We just hadn't done anything else, though admittedly, we did enjoy being naked while doing it. But we were okay remaining clothed. Or we were until Mark said, "Get naked you two."

We stripped so fast in our excitement, standing before him. Mum turned and smiled. Mark looked at us with nothing but hunger in his eyes. We were both around five-four, nearly the same height as Mum. B-cup breasts as we shared bras. Not too slim, more athletic than anything. We were both shaved as we liked to wear bikinis. We were pretty much identical. Even the same sort of firm little butt men seemed to love.

"Fuck," he muttered, bringing Mum forward to kiss her, before he turned her onto her back, staring into her eyes. Then we watched him utterly fuck our mother, Rebecca and I sitting in the armchair together, continuing to fondle each other.

"Fuck me, son, Fuck me with that big cock!" Mum cried.

"So hot," I murmured.

"Totally have to watch them again," Rebecca stated, "Though hopefully my tight little pussy will get some attention too."

Mark was now grunting, Mum's legs spread as wide as possible. He was an animal, driving his big cock into her over and over again. No missing the fact Mum enjoyed a couple of orgasms before he finally exploded inside her. Must have been a good orgasm as he practically collapsed on top of her, watching her wrap him up in his arms and legs, soft kisses on his cheek and whispered words in ear.

"Like the show, girls?" she asked.

"God yes. Totally hot," Rebecca replied.

"Good. If you like, you can watch us again. I really won't mind. You can watch us make love, or you can watch us have a nice hard fuck. The only thing I ask is that you ask before coming into our room, okay?" We both nodded. "Good girls."

Watching him pull out of our mother, his cock was still mostly hard, glistening in the light. He glanced our way and smiled, helping Mum to her feet, watching as his cum started to dribble out of her. "Sex is messy," he said, "So we're going for a shower. We'll be back shortly. We'll need to wipe down the couch later. Your mother does get rather wet sometimes."

She giggled. "Please, how much cum do you fill me with each night?"

"Hmmm... more than enough, I think."

Feeling tiredness suddenly hit, I gave my sister a squeeze. "Bed time? We do have uni in the morning."

"Yeah, guess we should."

Despite we were all naked, hugging Mum and Mark wasn't too awkward. No surprise Rebecca joined me in bed that night for some company, bringing each other a couple more times before we went to sleep. The last thing she whispered was, "I can't wait for next weekend," before we both drifted off.

*****

Mark

I'll admit, I was distracted all week at work. Thankfully, being the manager, the only person who could criticise me was the regional manager, and apart from the occasional phone call, he just let me get on with the job. One or two guys noticed my mind wasn't exactly with it. Shame I couldn't admit that it was because I was going to be fucking my sister's on the weekend. They'd never met my mother, so I could introduce Mum as my wife, at least. One or two questions about the age gap, but they could see were in love, so it was never mentioned except for one or two subtle jokes.

Getting home from work on Friday, Mum was already home as she worked from home more often than not nowadays. She had perhaps a decade left of working, but considering the mortgage was paid, and the bills were few otherwise, I knew she was already looking at early retirement, considering her pension was going to be enormous. Perhaps the biggest sign we were at different stages in our lives, but my commitment to Mum was as firm as ever.

The girls weren't home yet, so Mum quickly found herself back on the table, my head buried between her legs. I couldn't get enough of her pussy. I knew she still had memories of her ex-husband, about the lack of interest in her after only a few short years. We'd been together for ten years, and the sex just got better and better. I brought her off three times before I put her panties in my pocket, leaving her lying back on her forearms, breathing heavily and looking rather seductive.

"What you do to me, Mark," she murmured.

"I know. Drink?"

"I'd love one."

I poured Mum a glass of wine, grabbing myself a soft drink. I didn't like wine, had the occasional beer, and tried to avoid spirits except if I was out with friends. The girls enjoyed their cocktails on a weekend, surprised they preferred lazing about at home than heading out with friends. Though considering their friends ended up spending most of their time at ours anyway.
Mum and I knew exactly why as they were not shy in letting me know what they thought about it. It didn't make me uncomfortable. Frankly, I was flattered by the attention from a group of very pretty young women. I'd even mentioned to Mum that, if we were not together, and I was with my sisters, they'd probably want their friends to join in. She asked if I wanted to anyway. I assured her it was the farthest thing from my mind.

To settle any of her concerns, I spent an entire night eating her pussy, only stopping when she'd practically passed out.

"We're home," Natalie called.

"Going to dump our things first," Rebecca added.

"We're in the kitchen," I replied. Mum set about moving all her work things to the office. Before she could leave, I pulled her close and kissed her. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too, Mark. Don't worry about a thing. What matters this weekend is your sisters and making them as happy as you make me. After that, we'll figure out how this will all work."

"Been thinking?"

"Of course. I'm always thinking about us, but also about them. My daughters deserve to be just as happy as we are."

I kissed her again before she disappeared to her office, my sisters appearing a couple of minutes later, having changed out of their university attire. In just a week, they'd become more confident in showing a lot more skin. Pretty much trying to turn me constantly. It worked, of course. I'd told Mum years ago that they were going to be heartbreakers when they got older. I'd been proven one hundred percent correct.

Both of them were wearing nothing more than a sports bra and very short shorts. I looked both of them up and down, strawberry blonde hair up in a ponytail, blue eyes sparking all innocently, though far from it, both ensuring they gave me a soft kiss on the lips. They'd always been affectionate, but it had always been innocent, up until the pool party last week.

"We told our friends," Natalie admitted, "They're very jealous you're going to fuck us."

"Sure it won't bite us in the arse?" I asked, "I mean, they don't know about Mum, but it's still illegal what we're going to do."

"They think it's hot, Mark," Rebecca added, "They'll just ask for all the details when we're back on Monday."

"Would you like to fuck them, Mark?" Natalie wondered.

Mum walked in just as she asked the question. "Yes, Mark, would you like to fuck a quartet of very willing, eighteen-year-old virgins, in addition to your incredibly willing, eighteen-year-old virgin sisters?"

"That's simply not fair!"

Mum giggled. "Baby, if you said you would, I wouldn't be offended. They were clearly throwing themselves in your direction last Saturday."

"Okay, yes, I'd love to fuck them just to experience it, and hopefully match their expectations, but no, I'm not going to do it. I've got all I want right here. Now, what I am going to do is order in some pizza for dinner as I can't be bothered cooking, then we'll chill out for a while. It's been a long week and I've been distracted the entire time."

"By our shaved, tight, little virgin pussies, Mark?" Natalie breathed.

"That you desperately want to stick your cock in and leave a big load of cum?" Rebecca added softly, the pair forming a pincer movement in my direction.

"God, you two are going to be the death of me." I quickly pulled them both towards me, making them squeal as I left a big, wet kiss on each cheek. "Behave yourselves, otherwise I'll spank you."

Mum snorted and laughed. "Mark, they'll probably find out they love it and want it more."

As I ordered pizza, Mum grabbed a glass of wine while my sisters made themselves a cocktail. I told them to keep the alcohol to a minimum otherwise as I didn't fuck drunk women. They sipped at their drinks until the pizzas arrived, gathering around the dinner table, thankfully the conversation light, plenty of laughter as we discussed the week and anything that came to mind.

Returning to the living room, I let dinner settle first before concerning myself with anything else. Mum happily sat by herself in one of the armchairs, my sisters sitting to either side of me as they snuggled into me. It took all of five minutes for the pair to be eagerly making out with me. I thought it should have felt weird making out with my little sisters, but they were excellent kisses. When I felt hands at my crotch, I pulled back from Rebecca. "Fuck it," I muttered, standing up and offering one hand to each of them.

Leading them to the bedroom, I glanced back. "Coming, Mum?"

"Of course. I can't wait to watch this."

The girls were eager, taking off their bra and shorts before I could even do anything, standing before me naked. Their breasts were perky and absolutely perfect, pale pink nipples already hard. Flat stomachs, though they had subtle curves they'd fill in as they got older. Bare pussies, as I already knew. I twirled my finger, the pair showing me their pert little butts. I caressed them both, making each of them giggle. I had to remember they were still only eighteen, and had only touched each other.

"Do you want to undress me?" I asked softly. They nodded eagerly but struggled with the buttons on my shirt, their hands shaking. I stopped them for a moment, giving each of them a soft kiss. "Nerves are to be expected. Take a deep breath. Don't have any expectations other than that I'm going to spend this weekend making you feel good, okay?" They both smiled and nodded at me. "I'm nervous too. A different sort of nervous. I just want to make you both as happy as I make our mother."

They took a few deep breaths and managed to mostly calm down. My shirt disappeared, before they eagerly removed my trousers, then my socks and shoes, leaving me in just my boxer-briefs. The sisters shared a glance and helped remove those together. I was already hard considering my sisters were naked. Mum was already on the bed, wearing a silk robe, just watching what was happening.

I pulled them tight to my body, leaning down to kiss Natalie first, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She whimpered with a few seconds. Kissing Rebecca next, she was just the same as her sister. I could sense both were in desperate need of release. Gesturing with my head, they eagerly got onto the bed, laying side by side, Mum smiling at me as I joined them.

It was honestly one of the most beautiful sights in my life to that moment, equal to the moment I was first intimate with Mum and she'd laid the same way. "You two are beautiful," I whispered, "I'm a very, very lucky man."

"Natalie first," Rebecca said, "She admitted her feelings first. I want you just as much, but she was the braver."

"You sure, Becca?"

"I want to watch my brother make my sister cum."

I was surprised when Mum slid across, beckoning Rebecca spoon back against her. She whispered something into her ear which made her giggle as I positioned myself above Natalie. Before I could even start, she started blink rapidly. I caressed her cheek. "It's okay, Tali. Still nervous?" She nodded straight away. I leaned down to kiss her, keeping it soft until she responded. As I said, she was a surprisingly good kisser. Guess all that practice helped.

Moving down to her neck, she lifted her head enough that I could probably kiss, suck and nibble at the soft skin. When she released a soft moan, it was followed by a giggle. "He'll spend time just finding what works," Mum said softly, "Then he's going to make you cum so hard, Tali."

Slowly kissing down further, her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. As I took one in my mouth, I played with her other breast, gently squeezing it while rubbing her nipple. She was already gyrating and moaning at what I was doing to her. "Oh god," she cried softly.

"Let him know what feels good, Tali," Mum suggested, "Communication is important. Do you like him sucking your nipples?"

"God yes," she moaned.

"I love your breasts, Tali," I murmured, moving between them, "I can already feel the heat from your pussy. Would you like me to move to your pussy, sweetie?"

"Please," she whimpered, "I've waited so long."

I moved up to give her a soft kiss, before I resumed kissing down her body. I spread her legs, her pussy glistening. I inhaled her scent. It was as wonderful as her mother's. I teased her further, kissing down her legs, finding she was rather sensitive along her thighs. Even kissing her delicate little feet, which made her giggle.

Moving back up to her pussy, I inhaled her scent again, making sure she knew too. "Fucking hell, your pussy is going to drive me crazy, sweetie."

She almost leapt off the bed when I ran my tongue along her slit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned.

"Think your sister is going to orgasm rather quickly, Mark," Mum said with humour.

I licked everywhere, judging what got the best reaction. She was so sensitive, pretty much wherever my tongue went provoked a reaction. Sliding my tongue inside her made her moan even louder. She tasted as good as her mother, letting her know that. No missing the fact she blushed when I told her. Noticing her clit was now engorged, I knew I wouldn't have to do much to make her orgasm.

I teased it to start off with, to which she reacted as I expected. Grabbing her hand, I made sure her fingers held my head in place. "Tell me what you like," I whispered.

"I don't know."

"What do you do when playing with your pussy?"

"Soft flicks with my fingers."

So I went soft flicks with my tongue. Worked like a charm, and she enjoyed her first orgasm within a couple of minutes. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I continued eating her out and that set off another orgasm rather quickly. "Oh fuck, Mark!" she cried out.

"Want more, sweetie?" Mum asked.

"Yes, don't stop. Please," she pleaded.

What my little sister wants, my little sister gets. She managed two more before she needed to cry enough. I watched her body shake and shudder as she continued to come down from the high of her orgasms. When I met her eyes, her face lit up with a beautiful smile. "Wow," she said. What surprised me was the fact she leaned down to grab my cock. "Are you going to make love to me now?"

"Absolutely." Placing my cock at her entrance, I leaned to kiss her. "You have toys?" She nodded. "Big one?"

"No, just a little one. Becca and I broke it together on the same night. We wanted you to do it, but we didn't want it to be painful tonight. We knew you'd... be upset if you hurt us. But we rarely use a toy. We've only ever wanted your cock inside us, Mark."

Gently, I slid the head of my cock inside her. She gasped but her face immediately lit up as I ever so slowly move inside her, stopping after every inch or two, letting her get used to it. She was incredibly tight, as I expected. I constantly asked if she was okay. The smile suggested she was absolutely fine.

I looked down with her to see my cock slowly disappearing inside her. "Wow, your cock looks even bigger sliding inside me, Mark," she said.

"Sweetie, I'm going to last five minutes at most."

"Should have sucked your cock, baby," Mum said, "Sorry."

"I don't care how long. I want to feel you cum in me, Mark," Natalie murmured, leaning down to kiss her.

Gently starting to thrust into her, she ran her soft fingers up and down my arms and back, then down my chest as I continually kissed her. I gave her one or two suggestions, but being her first time, I really didn't mind doing all the work. What I didn't expect to hear was she could feel another orgasm. I knew enough to know that many women simply didn't orgasm from regular sex. Mum usually enjoyed an orgasm riding me, my cock hitting all the right spots in that position.

"Oh god!" she cried out, feeling her pussy grip me like a vice.

"Oh fuck," I grunted.

"Mark," she whimpered, and I knew it was going to be a big one. I kissed her deeply, feeling her fingers dig into my back as I started to move faster. She moaned into my mouth, her pussy gripping me even tighter. Then she had to break the kiss as she released a long groan before I just buried my cock and blasted inside her.

"Holy shit!" I managed to mutter after I'd regained my senses. I felt soft kisses on my cheek, lifting my head to see Natalie simply beaming at me. "I take it you enjoyed that. Are you okay?"

"I feel wonderful, Mark. I've waited so long. I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie."

Mum passed over a small towel as I pulled out of my sister, putting the towel to her pussy. No surprise she giggled as she felt my cum start to leak out of her. Lying down next to her, she cuddled into me, Rebecca moving across to cuddle me too. "Me next?" she whispered.

"Of course, sweetie. Just give me a few minutes to get nice and hard again. I'm still fairly hard, but I want to make sure I'm nice and stiff when I'm with you too."

"You're going to love it, Becca," Natalie practically gushed, "My god, I had no idea it would feel that wonderful."

"Wait until you get the chance to ride him," Mum said, "That will rock your world. Nothing better than riding my son's big fat cock."

"Definitely need to see that later," Natalie said.

"After your brother is with Rebecca, if he's up for it..."

"Mum, the day I'm not up for fucking you is the day I'm on life support in hospital. Even then, pop me some Viagra and I'll get it up for you."

Mum burst into a fit of giggles, as did my sisters. Two soft hands soon found their way to my crotch, Natalie and Rebecca both giving my cock some gentle strokes. The latter then sat up on her knees between my legs, and I enjoyed the fact she was curious. The sex education in our country is good, but it still different when seeing the first real cock in your life. Like my first time with Cindy. Sure, I'd seen pussy before, but having a real one before me was something else entirely.

Discovered I loved eating pussy that first time too.

"Do you want a blowjob?" Rebecca asked.

"While I love the idea of you both sucking my cock, I'd rather eat your little pussy then please you as much as your sister. We have a long time to do everything else." She still wanted to do something, so feeling her tongue run up my shaft provoked a light moan.

"I think I tasted my sister's pussy too." She smiled up at me. "I'd really like to try sometime soon, Mark. I've thought about sucking your cock for ages. Emily won't shut up about it. She's desperate to suck your cock despite the fact she's never done it before. Wants you to cum all over her face."

"Fuck, I'm almost willing to let you nail the poor girl," Mum said, chuckling to herself.

"They really love him, Mum," Rebecca said, "I'm talking crushes they've been nursing for years."

Sitting up, I pulled Rebecca towards me and kissed her. She moved forwards to straddle my lap, my cock resting between us, resting against her body. She kissed just as good as her sister, considering they'd admitted to practicing together. Running my fingers down her back, she shuddered a couple of times as I knew she was ticklish and sensitive, grabbing her arse firmly, which made her moan into my mouth. Easily able to turn her around onto her back, Natalie moved to snuggle with Mum as my other sister received the full treatment.

Natalie had been a little quiet. No real surprise considering it was her first time, and it would take time to discover what she liked and what worked. Rebecca wasn't as quiet. Soon as I had my mouth near her pussy, she was begging me to eat her pussy and make her orgasm. And she wasn't quiet as I did get her off rather quickly.

"Fuck, you taste wonderful too," I muttered.

"Good. You can eat my pussy whenever you want. Just throw me on the bed and go to town."

Natalie giggled next to use as her sister started to curse. Sliding a finger inside her, it didn't take long to find her spot. When I did, I noticed her eyes open wider, and with my attention on her clit at the same time, her orgasm was phenomenal. Glancing towards my other sister, I had her lie next to Rebecca, and used my free hand to find her spot too. Realising what I was doing, she fondled her clit at the same time. I smiled as I soon had both sisters almost cumming together.

"That's my boy!" my mother exclaimed, "Make my little girls cum hard."

My main focus was Rebecca but the fact I was getting Natalie off at the same time certainly pleased me. Once Natalie had enjoyed another couple, I removed my fingers from her pussy and had an idea, offering those fingers to Rebecca. She didn't hesitate on sucking them. "They were in my pussy," Natalie whispered.

"I know. Tali, I've wanted to fool around with you for ages too. Before you wonder, no other woman. Just my sister who I love." I glanced up to see them share a soft kiss. Taking my fingers from Rebecca, Natalie eagerly sucked on those in return.

I heard a sniff, glancing at Mum, whose eyes were glistening. "My children are in love with each other," she whispered, "It's so beautiful to watch."

"We love you too, Mum. Obviously different to Mark," Natalie replied.

Natalie moved back towards our mother as I positioned myself, ready to make love to my other sister. She couldn't stop smiling as I slowly slid my cock inside her. "Holy shit, my brother has a massive dick," she exclaimed.

"Well, my little sister has an incredibly tight pussy."

"Do you love my tight, little pussy, Mark?"

"Fuck yes."

"I'm going to keep it nice and smooth, just for you. Whenever you want to fuck me, I'll be ready."

"Jesus wept, Becca," Natalie said, chuckling to herself.

"You know what I'm like, Tali. And I've wanted to this big fat cock inside me since my birthday." She leaned up and kissed me as I gently thrust into her. "Want my virgin arse too, Mark?"

Mum started to laugh. "God, even we haven't had anal, Becca."

"Never really been bothered by it. Done it a couple of times. I can live without it," I admitted, more for my sisters than my mother. We'd obviously discussed absolutely everything. Mum wasn't interested, nor was I.

"My body is his, Mum. I want him to cum all over me. Just take me however he wants. I'll suck his cock all the time. He can fuck me as hard as he wants, once I'm used to it. And I want him to take my arse too when I'm ready."

And that was really the only difference between the twins. And I was pleased they did have different interests. I figured we would be having a lot of fun together in the future. Though I would have liked to fuck her as hard as she thought she could handle, when I did go a little harder, she winced more than once. I slowed down, and she smiled. "First time. Should remember that," she whispered, "Going to cum soon?"

"I've been holding back."

"Cum in me, Mark. God, I want to feel your massive cock..."

She didn't get to finish that thought as I kissed her hard, and came within a minute. That made her smile while I kissed her, particularly as I groaned rather loudly, before I needed to relax above her again. Once I was ready, Mum handed me another small towel to place at Rebecca's pussy. I'd cum just as much as I had in her sister. Flopping back onto the bed, I was immediately snuggled by two very attractive young women. Mum wasted no time getting between my legs, ready to put on a show.

"Ah, now I know what my daughter's taste like, at least," she joked as my cock quickly disappeared in her mouth.

She sucked me for a good fifteen minutes, waiting until I was firm and ready for her, and she happily slid down my cock and put on a show for her daughters. All she wanted me to do was occasionally give her breasts some attention. Otherwise, the three children simply agreed that Mum looked beautiful riding her son's cock, and that beauty increased when she enjoyed an orgasm. My sisters were impressed at how many she enjoyed before she simply had to give up, resting on my forehead, my hands ending up on her arse as I fucked her for five minutes until I came inside her.
"Okay, girls, that's me done for the night. Three times is usually enough for me."

So we somehow managed to finish in the shower together, the two girls giggling away, Mum finding it all rather amusing. When my two sisters started making out, little Mark did wake up again. I looked down and told him to go to sleep.

After drying off, we all gathered in bed. Mum snuggled into me, my sisters snuggling together. We agreed that this night was just the start. We had the rest of the weekend, and then the rest of our lives to explore each other.

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A/N -- Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the story.