Guardian Angel (4.74)	Could sex with his family ultimately lead to love.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	09/30/20



    incest – lovestory – mom – sex – sister – mom son incest – family incest – older woman – milf


Guardian Angel
by miss_D_mena ©





Lucille lifted her leg as high as she could but was still unable to get her foot to clear the top stoop of the stile. She had no choice; she was going to have to hitch her skirt higher. Self- consciously, she pulled it up to mid-thigh, lifted her leg again and stepped over. Jordon was waiting for her on the other side, glancing away as she stepped down. She was sure she had noticed him looking at her legs and wondered how much he had seen up her skirt. For the first time in over twelve months, she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach which was quickly replaced by disgust. Why the hell would her son want to be looking up her skirt.

Jordon pointed over to the far corner of the field where the small copse of trees was situated and where they planned to have their picnic. For nine months, his mother had not left the house, ever since her husband had died suddenly in a car crash. He had not been alone sadly. The police had later told Jordon that the woman in the vehicle with him had been a 'street girl' and that he had been three times over the drink-drive limit when he left the road and ploughed the car into a tree, killing them both instantly.

Jordon had felt completely indifferent; he had never liked the man. Thomas had only been his stepfather, his real father having done a bunk the moment his mother had found herself pregnant.

She had married Thomas when he was only two years old and they had gone on to have another child, his sister Sally. He and his stepfather had never got on. Thomas only had time for his daughter; she could do no wrong while Jordon would be blamed for any trouble that she got into. He was a bully as far as Jordon was concerned, who had made their lives a misery over the years. It had continued up until a few months before his death when Jordon had finally had enough one day and threatened to put him on his arse, something Thomas suddenly realised he could probably now do.

As he led his mother across the field, he could not dislodge the picture in his head of her legs and thighs as she raised her skirt and stepped over the stile. For a moment, he'd had a view of her inner thigh, right up to the gusset of her panties. Up until that moment he had never thought of her in any other way than as his mum, but that view up her skirt had made him realise that she had pretty good legs and he found himself thinking that it was a shame that she didn't show more of them. He imagined her undressed, acknowledging that her figure was not bad for a woman of her age. But then he thrust the thought away, why the hell was he thinking of her in that way, she was old enough to be his "mother". He smiled to himself as he recognised the irony, pleased to have reached the far end of the field and put down the quite heavy picnic basket.

Together they spread out the blanket before opening a bottle of wine they had brought with them, Jordon pouring them a glass each before they clinked their glasses together.

'Cheers,' he said, taking a sip of the cool liquid.

The day was getting hotter he thought, pulling his vest top from his torso, his body already tanned from the time he had spent outdoors under the sun's gaze this summer. He lay back and closed his eyes against the glare, the only sounds, were those of passing birds and insects as they buzzed around them. Occasionally the noise of a tractor somewhere in the many fields was carried on the breeze.

Lucille was also getting hot, the blouse she was wearing, though white and lightweight was sticking to her skin as she perspired. Looking across at her son her eyes lingered on his toned bronzed chest, before slowly moving down to his waist, groin and his bare thighs and legs. She shook herself.

'Jesus Christ get a grip of yourself woman,' the tingle in her stomach had moved and she felt embarrassed at where it had come to rest. She helped herself to another glass of wine, attempting to slake her thirst and distract her mind.

Jordon sat up, noticing the rivulets of sweat that ran down his mother's face.

'Why don't you take your blouse off if you are getting too hot? Besides, you could with a bit of a tan.'

Lucille was shocked, fancy her son suggesting that she undress in front of him.

'I can't do that; it would not be right that you see me naked.'

He laughed, 'Mum, I'm not going to see you naked am I, you're wearing a bra which is no different to a bikini top, so what's the problem?'

He was right she supposed, but still, he had never seen her even partly undressed. She sat for another fifteen minutes, but eventually, she had to capitulate. With her face flushed with embarrassment, she undid the buttons of her blouse and eased it from her shoulders, instantly feeling the cooling effect of the slight breeze on her moist bare skin. Jordon tried not to look but her pale skin attracted his attention. Her bra of light blue pulled her breasts together and pushed them upwards, creating quite an inviting cleavage. Her breasts while not large looked to be more than a handful, the skin smooth and free from blemishes. He wondered what her nipples looked like, conscious that he could feel a growing urge between his legs. As she lay down, she hitched up her skirt, baring more of her legs and attracting Jordon's attention once again. Finally, he had to turn on his front, the bulge in his shorts becoming conspicuous. Meanwhile, Lucille had polished off another glass of wine and was feeling tipsy, normally one was her limit.

On a sudden drunken impulse, she stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it before lying back down. Jordon could not take his eyes off her now, his gaze roving over her body while the stiffening in his shorts became more pronounced. He turned his head away from her, looking off into the distance and trying to think of anything to distract himself until his cock had subsided. Lucille had just started her fourth glass of wine when he suggested that they have something to eat. She needed some food in her he decided before she became so pissed that he would have trouble getting her home. He put sandwiches and titbits on paper plates before opening a tub of salad and taking two bottles of soft drinks from the hamper, intending to try and get her away from the wine for the moment.

'Glad you came?' He asked her.

She had been reticent to leave the house. All the town had been talking about what had happened, the gossipmongers out in force, and she had responded by locking herself away.

She nodded her head, her mouth full of food. She was glad that she had let him persuade her, relishing being out in the fresh air but still requiring to be away from other people.

'So, what do you intend to do next? Do you think that you will date again at some point?' Jordon asked, watching as her face turned dark and mean looking.

'What! So that another man can fuck me about and treat me like shit.' She spat vehemently. 'All men are bastards!'

He was taken aback, having never heard his mother use coarse language like that.

'Am I included in that statement?' He asked, wounded by the viciousness in her voice.

Her face softened and she smiled, 'I'm sorry Jordon, of course not, you are the only one that has always treated me with any respect.'

His face brightened, as her mood changed. 'It's only because I love you, you know,' he said and laughed, trying to lighten the conversation once more.

They had eaten, but Lucille had not touched the soft drink. Instead, finishing the glass of wine she had. Putting her arms out straight behind her, she leant back on them and then asked him the most surprising of questions. 'Have you ever sunbathed naked?'

He stared at her, wondering where that had come from.

'Well yes, I have done a few times when I have been alone.' He told her.

'What does it feel like?' She wanted to know.

Jordon was not going to tell her he had been naked here several times, usually with a girlfriend, as they took the opportunity for some al-fresco sex.

But his mother seemed to have read his mind, 'Have you brought your girlfriend here? Is that why you were naked?

'Did you.........?'

She stopped, suddenly aware of what she had been about to ask him and going bright red, 'Sorry, Sorry Jordon, none of my business.'

She knew she had drunk too much and that it was suppressing her inhibitions. But her original question was still niggling at her.

'What did it feel like to be naked out here?' Spreading her arms and indicating their surroundings.

He thought for a moment, 'I suppose it felt quite liberating, it's not something that normally happens, and so to be outside and naked is quite refreshing. It's also a little bit exciting, probably that element of possibly getting caught heightens the senses.'

His answer made sense Lucille decided, she knew that he'd had several girlfriends but none of them seemed to last. Looking back, the longest one had managed four months. He never fell out with any of them, several still visiting the house, even if now only as friends. A thought came into her head, one that she was not able to dislodge. If it had not been for the drink, she would never have thought of suggesting it.

'Could we sunbathe naked?' She said very quietly, 'I will if you will.'

Jordon's head jerked around, surely; she was pulling his leg. But he found her looking at him intently with a hint of devilment spread across her face.

'I don't think that's a good idea mum, it could cause embarrassment.'

'Rubbish,' she responded drunkenly, 'I have seen you naked before, hell, I've even wiped your bottom.'

What she was saying was perfectly true, what she had failed to mention was that he was probably only two at the time.

'Anyway, I promise not to get embarrassed, come on, please say yes,' she pleaded.

Jordon was only too aware that it was the drink talking.

It wasn't her embarrassment he was concerned about as he reluctantly agreed. Sliding his shorts down, he felt the slight breeze around his genitals as he concentrated on keeping everything under control. He was fine until she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, lowering it slowly and releasing her breasts.

That was when his problems started, her tits were fantastic, her areoles large and covering the front of each orb. But it was her nipples that got him, each was a darker brown colour and must have been at least half an inch long. Instantly his cock reacted, starting to thicken and expand as she lay back and wriggled out of her panties before treating him to a perfect view of her beautifully manicured pubic mound.

He lay down trying to keep his mind blank, but the minute he closed his eyes images of her appeared. He was sucking on those tantalising nipples, or he was laid between her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock was growing, and he began to panic, opening his eyes to dispel the thoughts. But now he could see her nakedness in his peripheral vision. Her tits pointing skywards, as well as the little mound of hair between her legs with a hint of red, matching her head. No matter what he tried, his penis refused to respond as it stood majestically from between his legs, bouncing like a "jack in the box" with each involuntary twitch.

He was about to turn onto his front when Lucille shrieked. 'Oh my God Jordon. What's happening, why is it sticking up like that?'

What a stupid question he thought, sitting bolt upright and trying to cover his appendage with his hands.

'What were you doing? You weren't......you know?' His mother asked, her voice slurring.

The irritation was evident in his voice, 'No I wasn't. I told you it would cause embarrassment, but you would not listen.'

She was still wittering on as he tried to block her voice out, he was already embarrassed enough without her continuing in the same vein.

'Well you had to be thinking of someone to cause that to happen, and at the moment, you and I are the only ones here.'

Jordon sarcastically responded with one word, 'Precisely.'

Lucille shut her mouth with a snap, the penny had suddenly dropped. It was her; she had caused his erection; she was the one lying there naked like some hussy. How disgusting must she be?

She was the one that had sexually aroused her son the voice in her head told her. She grabbed her underwear, quickly scrabbling into it before sitting upright and drawing her knee's up to her chest. She noticed that Jordon had taken the opportunity and had also replaced his shorts.

Close to tears and ashamed of her behaviour, she could not erase that startling view of his erect shaft. Internally she was scolding herself for her wickedness, appalled that secretly she wanted to see it again, or better still wrap her hand around it.

'Why Jordon? Why would I arouse you like that? I'm your mother and I'm twenty-odd years older than you are. I'm old, wrinkly and not nice to look at, surely you can't find that arousing.'

Exasperated, he shook his head, leaving her puzzled.

'What did you think was going to happen, mum? You're an attractive woman and you have a nice body. You can't lie there naked and expect me not to notice, I'm only human.'

Lucille did not know how to respond at first but then retreated to what had become her normal behaviour.

'I want to go home, please take me home Jordon.'

She wanted to return to her house where she could hide away again and refuse to face the consequences of her actions. What was her alternative, other than to give in to the dark demons which suddenly seemed to be tormenting her? She watched as he started packing all the bits and pieces away, the bulge in the front of his shorts had at least diminished but was still obvious.

Against her better judgement, she stopped him, patting the blanket next to her.

'Sit down for a minute. What you said about an attractive woman with a good body, you meant that?' He simply nodded his head.

'Was that just a reaction to me being naked?' She asked, unsure whether she wanted to ask the next part of her question or what her son's reaction would be.

'Or was there more to it than that, perhaps sex?'

She watched as he coloured and turned away from her, but it had answered her question. Jordon had thought about having sex with her.

Afterwards, she blamed it on the drink as she cautiously turned her back to him.

'You had better undo me.' She whispered.

Kneeling behind her he unfastened the hook and eyes of her bra, slipping the straps from her shoulders. Sitting up higher, he was able to look over her shoulders and view her breasts from above as they jutted from her chest.

His arms circled her as his hands cupped each one. They felt heavier than he anticipated, and he heard her murmur as he caressed the velvety smooth flesh. Squeezing gently, he was surprised at how firm her tits still were and was rewarded with gasps as his fingers found and teased her nipples.

In his present position, Lucille could feel his cock pushing into the middle of her back as she leant against him. The tingle had returned between her legs and her teats were demanding that he increased the pressure that he was applying. She could feel herself getting wet as his touch aroused her and she had the urge to see his manhood again.

'Take your shorts off, I want to see you,' she said as she turned, watching as he lay back and raised his hips, pushing the shorts from his waist and down his legs.

Once free, his shaft stood proudly to attention, the skin pulled tight along its length. The veins bulged from its surface as they pushed blood to its bulbous head which was smooth and shiny. She had to resist the urge to grab at it immediately, not wanting to appear hurried or desperate.

Jordon stretched out on the blanket, his hand shielding his eyes as he watched her stand and slowly ease her panties down her legs. In his present position, he could see her cunt, the lips had opened slightly, and he could see the moisture within.

Lucille eased herself down, lying atop him, her head resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through her russet curls. His manhood felt hot and would twitch frequently as it pushed against her belly. It elicited shivers of excitement as she deliberately waited for the moment when he would hopefully fulfil her.

Jordon could feel her breasts squashed against his chest, her nipples like two cherries, ripe for the plucking, hard against his ribs. He moved one hand, tracing patterns up and down the soft skin of her back and spine before coming to rest on her buttocks.

'Like a ripe peach,' he thought to himself.

Lucille could resist no longer, she desperately wanted to feel him inside her. It had been over two years since she had felt a cock down there, her husband Thomas having lost interest in her long ago. Nowadays, she knew the reason why; he was getting what he wanted from some old "prostitute" that he had picked up.

Pushing herself upright she straddled her son's hips, ensuring that her cunt rested on his cock and grinding her lips against it as she became excited. Jordon's hands ran up and down her thighs and across her belly before grasping her hips as he pushed his shaft against her pussy.

Pushing herself upright, her hand went between her legs as she grasped his cock and positioned it between her open lips. Taking a deep breath, she started to sink onto it, the air whooshing from her lungs as her insides stretched and expanded. It took her by surprise, the sheer sensation of being impaled on his shaft after so long, making her cum.

Gripping his hips with her thighs she squeezed tightly, rocking back and forward with her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

She spoke quietly to herself, Oh fuck, oh yes, Jesus, that's so good.'

Lucille leant forward onto her outstretched arms, her head hanging down and her face covered by her hair as she breathed heavily. Her eyes were still closed as she savoured the slowly diminishing sensation of her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes to look down at her son, he had a smile spread across his face.

'Feel better now?' He asked her.

She nodded; still unable to speak as she took deep breaths, his smile was infectious, and she found herself breaking into a laugh.

'You could say that' she eventually managed to reply.

He wasn't smirking, he just actually looked happy that she had achieved her climax.

He raised his hands and parted her hair, pushing it back from her face before doing something that she had not been expecting. Raising his head and torso, he pulled her face towards his and kissed her. It was slow and soft, and tantalisingly sensual. Lucille had never thought about that possibility, what he was doing to her body was sex; she could understand that; the kiss was something else, it was intimate and promised so much more.

She had not even thought of kissing him, presuming the sex was what they both wanted. But that kiss had just taken things to a new level and despite her reservations, she found herself returning it. Their lips locked together as he released her face, his hands moving to caress her breasts and excite her nipples.

She rocked back and forwards on his shaft, raising and lowering her bottom as she felt his cock slide in and out of her cunt. She noticed that his eyes rarely left her breasts as they jiggled and bounced while she moved, his hands constantly touching, squeezing and fondling them.

His fingers delighted in keeping her nipples erect, a fact that she loved. Her nipples had always been sensitive, so much so that she seldom went without a bra, the material of her top whether it be a blouse, t-shirt or vest would rub against them and could very easily cause her to climax in the most inopportune places.

Her husband had often ignored them, now that she thought about it; he had ignored lots of things that she would have liked. He was only ever concerned with his own gratification, often leaving her feeling frustrated because he had finished and did not consider her orgasm of the same importance. She felt bitter about the way she had been treated by him and the ignominy he had heaped on her with his selfish inconsiderate actions.

'Good riddance,' she thought, returning to the present.

With the attention, her breasts were receiving and his cock throbbing inside her as she rode him, her climax was swiftly approaching. His hands roamed her body, constantly on the move as he committed her curves to memory, his thumb finally sliding between her legs and pushing the hood back from her clitoris as he gently rubbed it.

She tried to ask him to stop and that she wanted to wait for him, but he ignored her, sensing that she was close and finally pushing her over the edge. Her body shook as she climaxed, his hips rising as he ground his cock into her, partially lifting her off her knees.

Her cunt and nipples were alive with sensations, as every nerve sent pleasure signals to her brain. With her eyes shut tight, she could hear herself panting and realised that she was sobbing, the tears running down her face with the exquisite pleasure he had given her.

Lucille slumped forward, lying on his chest as she recovered. Jordon was concerned, thinking that she was upset and that he had perhaps hurt her.

'It's OK Jordon, I'm fine, it's just that it has been an exceedingly long time since anyone has made me feel like that, thank you,' she managed in between breaths.

He allowed her the time to recover before rolling her over onto her back, his cock still inside her quim. Kneeling between her open thighs, he looked down at her beautiful body, the picture that had sprung into his consciousness previously, had now come to life.

At first, he fucked her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her thoroughly moist cunt. He would tease her by withdrawing and just rubbing her labia and clit with the tip of his shaft, before suddenly plunging it back inside her and making her gasp and moan each time.

He was aware that his arousal was growing and that his climax was imminent but was determined that he would last until she was ready again. Watching as his mother writhed beneath him, Jordon knew that sex had never felt this good. Her vagina, even at the age of forty-four was still tight and he could feel her muscles grip him with each insertion.

She used words to encourage him, words that he thought he might never hear his mother utter as she told him, 'Fuck my cunt. Ram your cock in me. God, that feels so good.'

Lucille was so aroused that she could not think straight, accepting that her sons cock was bigger than she had been used to. Thomas had been quite small by comparison, but it was the way he fucked her that she could not get over. She had expected a wham bam and thank you, instead she found that he was a very competent and considerate lover.

He had teased her and fucked her, his hands stroking her skin and rubbing at her clit. In between all of that, his mouth and tongue had nearly had her climaxing as he sucked and licked her nipples.

She was ready, his cock now frantically slamming into her cunt as she was swept over her precipice. Her body arched, every muscle straining as her orgasm took control of her. Flinging her head back she shouted and screamed at the sky.

And then suddenly her head flew forwards, her eyes open and staring as she felt his cock explode inside her quim, filling her with his cum.

Jordon's hips became a blur as he rammed his cock into her cunt, intent on prolonging both their orgasms as long as possible. His chest heaved and his lungs burned as he attempted to get enough oxygen into them until he could last no longer and spent and exhausted, he collapsed on top of her. Even then, he was still considerate enough to carry on supporting his weight, so as not to squash her.

Two naked bodies lay side by side, both covered in sweat and breathing heavily, but that was where the similarity ended.

Jordon felt drained but contented, his mother had been a fantastic fuck, the main thought in his head was the possibility that she let him do it again. She had ticked all the boxes, he thought, already planning what other things he would like to do with her.

Lucille initially was thinking the same thing, but then the voice started in her head. It was always her husband's voice, as the guilt started to consume her. She closed her eyes tight, but still, his voice droned on as she imagined his finger-wagging in her face.

'Look at you, you slut, you whore. What kind of woman fucks her son?

'You're a pervert, you're disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself.

'You're his mother and you lay there and opened your legs wide and then made him fuck you, you deserve to die.'

Lucille was close to tears as she sat upright abruptly and told him that they should get dressed and go home. Her excuse was that it was getting late, even though it was only mid-afternoon.

Jordon was stunned, but she refused to speak or even look at him as she busied herself getting dressed. Dutifully, he packed everything away before putting his clothes back on. The journey home was completed in total silence with Lucille rushing up to her room immediately she was indoors and locking herself in.

Jordon got an evening meal ready for his sister who had been out in town with her friends, telling her that their mum had a headache and had gone to bed and did not want to be disturbed.

Sally was in bed and fast asleep while Jordon was in his room tossing and turning. He was struggling to go to sleep, still confused by the change that had come over his mother. Even though he had waited for her, she had not appeared again that evening, and he had not heard a sound from her room.

Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was approaching two in the morning, 'Shit, I need to get some sleep,' he thought to himself.

He was about to turn over when he heard the faintest of taps on his bedroom door and it started to open as a shadowy figured entered and closed the door behind them.

'Who is that?' He asked, the voice of his mother telling him to 'Hush!'

She sat on the edge of his bed as he turned on his side lamp, leaving the room mostly in shadow as its weak light only illuminated the immediate area. Her face and eyes looked puffy as though she had been crying and as she started to speak, her voice cracked.

'I know I'm a bad mother, but what I made you do today was unforgivable. I know that I probably disgust you and while the drink was partially to blame, I must accept full responsibility for my actions.

'I used you for my gratification, imagining that you might find an old woman like me attractive and sexy, which I am not.

'I know I can't compare myself to the young girls that you date, and that you must have found it distasteful having to perform those acts on me, a fat, ugly, old woman.'

Jordon had heard enough; he knew where this was coming from and could hear his stepfather's words spilling from her mouth. Before she could say anymore, he stopped her.

'Stay here and for fuck's sake, shut up,' he said angrily as he got from his bed and disappeared out through his bedroom door.

When he eventually returned, he had a skirt and top draped over his arm, telling his mother to get dressed. She looked worried, asking him what he was doing, but Jordon was in no mood for any more of her crap.

'Just do as I tell you,' he hissed at her abruptly, conscious that his sister was asleep next door.

His mother began to protest, but he gave her options, the anger evident in his voice.

'You can put those clothes on, or you can go naked, the choice is yours.'

Lucille cowered at the way he spoke to her but did as she was told, feeling awkward that he had not brought her any underwear.

Jordon dressed in shorts and a jumper, took her hand and silently led her down the stairs.

'You need some flat shoes,' he told her as he slipped his trainers on and handed her a light-weight coat. The house was in darkness as he quietly opened the back door, ushering her through, and then re-locked it behind them.

'Where are we going?' She asked him fearfully, but her son refused to say a word, simply taking her hand and pulling her along.

Outside, everything was quiet and still. The night-time was still warm from the heat of the day and not even a dog barked as they moved among the shadows, Jordon keeping to the side roads and alleyways. She was afraid to speak now lest it attracted attention, looking around as she tried to get her bearings.

Finally, as they crossed the park she knew where she was, a sudden fear developing in her chest. Jordon stopped and took both her hands in his.

'Do you trust me?' He asked.

Lucille nodded her head hesitantly.

'I promise that no harm will come to you. I will look after you and will do nothing to hurt you. Remember that I love you,' he said, as keeping hold of her hand he walked towards the small wall and the gate set in it, the rear entrance into the graveyard.

She knew exactly where he was heading. Thomas's grave was in the corner of the cemetery by the over-hanging tree. Lucille trembled with fright as they stood by the side of the grave, Jordon looking around and making certain that no one was about at this hour.

He squatted down, pulling her down with him and started to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

'Look who I have brought to visit you, Tom.'

Lucille knew that her husband had hated being called Tom, he had always insisted on Thomas.

'I know it must be a little difficult to see properly, what with six-foot on earth on top of you, but there is a reason I have brought her here.'

'I don't know how to tell you this mate, but yesterday, I fucked her.

'And I'll tell you something else Tommy boy, she was the best shag I have ever had.

'What was that? You don't believe me. Well, that's the other reason we are here Tom, I thought you would say that.'

Lucille had suddenly lost her fear as she listened to her son having this imaginary conversation with her dead husband and had to stifle her giggles as he continued.

'What was that Tom? Sorry, I am digressing.

'OK, guess what she is wearing beneath her skirt and top, a what?

'Sorry mate you're not even warm, let me tell you, beneath what you can see she is stark bollock naked.'

'Now that's the real reason we are here. I knew you would not believe me, so I thought that the best way to prove it was to come here and fuck her on your grave so that you can watch.'

Lucille stared at him in horror, surely, he was joking. But he wasn't, as from beneath his jumper he produced the picnic blanket.

The grave had no flowers, it was simply a mound of soil now covered in grass with a headstone. Taking the blanket, he spread it over the mound before taking her coat and placing it over the memorial. She held his hand as he helped her down onto the mound, sitting with her legs on either side and her back against the stone. He checked once more to ensure that were alone and then started unfastening the buttons on the front of her skirt. Lucille had wondered why he had chosen that one.

As he pulled her skirt open, she felt the cool air waft across her cunt.

'Look at that Tom, have you ever seen a prettier looking pussy.... wait a minute. Christ Tom, she is bloody wet in there, she must be desperate for some cock.'

As he had been talking, his hand had been rubbing between her legs, his fingers parting her lips and slipping inside her cunt. She had her eyes closed now as she listened to his conversion and had started to become aroused by what his finger was doing to her.

'Have we to see what else she has to offer Tom?' Jordon asked.

'Well fuck me, I tell you, mate, she has got a fantastic set of tits.' This was said as he raised her top exposing her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.

Lucille was so excited that she had forgotten to be afraid, now only concentrating on her mounting arousal as his fingers squelched inside her cunt. She reached out to his groin, her hand encountering the large bulge in the front as her fingers traced the length of his cock.

'Fuck me...... Jordon, I want you to fuck me.'

He unfastened his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles.

'You'll have to excuse me, Tom.' He continued to whisper. 'Only, your wife, my mum, says she needs some cock, a proper cock, not your kiddy cock.'

With that, he opened her legs wider and slid his shaft inside her, her back bumping against the headstone as he fucked her. He was not planning for a marathon session, only long enough to make her cum. With the sound of her breathing and the amount of moaning she was doing, that was not going to be that long at all.

The location and conversation now coupled with the fact that his cock was filling her cunt had Lucille already on the edge. His manhood slammed into her faster and faster and then as he applied pressure to her nipples, she climaxed, feeling his cock shoot his hot cream inside her.

It was probably a good job no one was about and passing, the noises she made would have given them a heart attack. He held her tightly as they both got their breath back and recovered before producing some tissues from his pocket so that she could wipe herself. When she was done, he helped her to her feet before folding the blanket again.

'Well Tom, I'm afraid we must go now. What did you say? It's not fair?

'Now don't you worry; I will take care of her and I promise to shag her whenever she needs it.

'Oh, by the way, she says she needs it every day.'

'Also, she has a message for you, she says, you can go fuck yourself, nobody else wants too.'

Jordon put his arm around her waist as he escorted her from the graveyard, quietly closing the gate behind them before merging back into the shadows.

Lucille was like a giddy schoolgirl on the way home, she could not believe what they had just done. Never in her life had she ever done anything as outrageous as that.

'Bloody hell Jordon, that was manic, you're a nutcase, I can't believe that I just let you fuck me in a graveyard, and on top of his grave.'

She could not stop herself from laughing, it just seemed so funny and ridiculous now that the tension had dissipated. Jordon stopped and pulled her into the shadow of the lane.

'You don't have to be afraid anymore, you can come and go as you want. You can say what you want, wear what you want. Hell, you can even go out and get shagged if you want!'

'He can't control you any more mum, he's dead and gone. Enjoy your life from now on, you deserve it.'

Lucille wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, before planting her lips on his.

He couldn't help himself as his hand automatically sought her breasts, massaging them through her coat and top.

'I'm sure you're obsessed with my tits,' she quipped, the look in his eyes confirming her suspicion.

'Do you realise that they are the most sensitive part of my body? It is why I seldom go without a bra, just the sensation of material rubbing across my nipples can make me cum,' she giggled self-consciously.

Jordon had the most wicked lascivious look on his face.

'You definitely should not have told me that,' he said, as he unbuttoned her coat and pushed her top up, freeing her breasts. He stooped slightly so that his mouth was level with her left tit before taking her nipple between his lips, his tongue licking at its tip. His other hand fondled her right breast, his fingers applying pressure to her teat and sending her into raptures.

When he had told her previously, about the excitement of being outdoors in a risqué situation she had not necessarily believed him, now she understood. The night had been unbelievable from start to finish. Stood there in the darkened alleyway with her son sucking on her breasts accelerated her arousal, and before long she felt her legs turn to jelly as she orgasmed, aware of her juices running down her leg.

'You are a very naughty boy,' she said as he handed her some more tissue to clean herself up, 'But from now on, you are my naughty boy.'

They were finally back indoors and very quietly, tiptoed up the stairs.

'You could always join me in my bed,' she whispered in his ear, but Jordon shook his head.

'I'd like nothing better, but with Sally asleep next door, it's too risky with the amount of noise you make.'

He laughed quietly as he kissed her goodnight, squeezing her bottom as she turned and headed for her room. She slept that night, the kind of sleep she had not experienced in a long time, the voice in her head finally banished.

The following day the weather had turned and outside the rain fell. Sally was going to the cinema later with her friends, but all three of them decided that what the house needed was a spring clean. Since the funeral, Lucille had let things slip.

The house had originally belonged to her parents who owned several properties which they rented out. When she had fallen pregnant, her father had allowed her to live in this one rent-free and had then bequeathed it to her when he had passed away.

Her mother was still alive and lived in the next town, to which they all made frequent trips to visit her and occasionally stay over.

Jordon and Sally made a start on their bedrooms whilst Lucille tackled the lounge. She had done the normal day to day jobs, and so nowhere was too bad, it just really needed a good dusting and vacuum.

By ten-thirty they had completed the three rooms. His mother was cleaning the bathroom while he did the stairs and hallway. Sally had already lost interest and was lounging in her bedroom, not being one for hard work. He was polishing the bureau when he opened the front and out fell a multitude of letters.

'Bloody hell,' he thought, it looked like his mother had not opened any mail since his stepfather had died. Collecting it all together, he dumped the pile on the kitchen table and made himself and his mother a hot drink. He had noticed several letters amongst the pile, that had "Final Demand" stamped on them. He was worried now, had his mother been paying the bills? She did not work, and he suddenly wondered where the money had come from each week to keep them going.

With two cups of coffee sat on the table he called her down, her face paled as she came into the kitchen and saw all the letters piled high.

'Who's been paying the bills?' He asked.

His mother shrugged her shoulders. 'Thomas took care of most of that, I never really saw any money other than a small allowance. I know a lot of the bills where paid automatically from the bank, and I have just used his credit card to pay for food to keep us going.'

One by one they opened and sorted the letters; some just went into the bin immediately as they were only junk mail. The others went onto different piles, bank statements on one, credit card statements on another and a third for bills and sundries. It did not make for great reading, the credit card statement showed that she was currently in debt to the tune of two thousand pounds as only the minimum had been paid each month and the interest had mounted.

The bank statements brought little relief, if she paid the credit card off completely it would leave only a thousand pound in her account, an amount which would not stretch very far.

The "Final Demands" were for the gas and electric which would take nearly three hundred from the paltry amount in her account.

'Well, it looks like I need to get a job because I am officially broke,' Lucille said despondently.

It was the next to last letter in the pile and looked like it had been in the bureau for a while, addressed to his mother, the logo on the front read "Dobson, Greene & Morgan Solicitors".

'There's a letter here from your solicitors,' he said, handing it to her.

Lucille stared at it puzzled. 'These are not my solicitors; I've never heard of them.' She opened the letter and scanned the single sheet of paper before reading out loud.

Dear Mrs Wilson,

We currently act for your husband, Thomas Wilson (Deceased) as executors of his estate.

We would be pleased if you would contact us at your earliest opportunity as we have news which may be advantageous to yourself.

Yours Sincerely

P.P.

Charles Dobson

'I don't understand,' she said, 'there was no estate. We had a joint bank account, but there were only a few hundred pounds in there.

'There was nothing else other than the house, and that was already mine. What estate are they on about?'

She handed the letter to Jordon who scanned what she had already read to him. 'Do you realise this letter came nearly six months ago; don't you think you had better ring them?'

He handed the letter back and went to get her the telephone, putting it on the table in front of her and sitting back down. Lucille dialled the number and asked for "Charles Dobson", explaining who she was.

Jordon could only hear one side of the conversation, which was irritating.

'Yes......... Yes.........I've not been myself ....... I'm fine now....... Thank you.........What estate......... Yes, I see.........Today at two-thirty......... That's fine.........I'll meet you later then. Thank you......... Goodbye.'

'Well?' He asked, the suspense killing him.

His mother looked stunned, but there was little more she could tell him.

'Thomas did not make a will it appears, so anything that he had or owned, automatically comes to me as his spouse. They haven't told me what it is about, only that they need to speak to me.'

The firm of solicitors was in the city, which was just over ten miles away, and would take her only about thirty minutes to get to. Jordon asked if she wanted him to accompany her, but she said she would go in alone and asked if he would finish the last few chores around the house.

Sally heard that her mother was going out and asked if she would drop her in town on the way.

It was nearly four-o-clock when his mother returned. Hearing the car pull up in the driveway, he opened the door for her, eager to hear what she had learned and secretly hoping it was nothing that would cause her to relapse.

Seating herself on the couch, it was as though she was in a trance as he asked her three times what had happened before she noticed that he was there. She told him to sit down, before straddling his thighs and sitting down facing him.

'Will you kiss me?' She asked him.

He did not need asking twice as he took her face and drew her towards him until their lips met. He loved the taste of her lips as his tongue traced a pattern across them, his fingers stroking and running through her curls.

Finally, she sat back and took a deep breath.

'It appears Thomas owned a couple of properties in the city,' she began, 'One is an apartment in the centre, they estimate the current value at two hundred and fifty thousand. The other is a three-story "Townhouse", current value approximately seven hundred and fifty thousand.'

Jordon's mouth had dropped open, he could not believe what she had just told him. Over several hours, she had gone from being broke to being, quite rich, on paper.

'That's not all,' she continued, 'There are also two bank accounts which in total contain.........five, hundred, thousand, pounds.'

Jordon just stared for ages, his brain refusing to acknowledge the amounts of monies she had mentioned. 'But......but that makes you......bloody hell mum, you're rich!'

'From what they would tell me, Thomas was the only child of a very wealthy family. When they passed away, it all went to him.

'This is the portion that this lot of solicitors dealt with, but they have said that there may be more out there being dealt with by other firms. They are going to make some enquiries and get back to me.'

Lucille looked sad as she finished telling him what she knew. 'I hate him, Jordon, all those years of pleading poverty, telling me that he had to work all hours just to provide for us and yet he was sat on a pile of money and we could have had a comfortable life.'

Jordon could see the pain on her face and needed to distract her, 'Well, I'd like to thank him,' he said.

'What the hell for?' His mother asked, vehemently.

'Firstly, for making you a rich woman. The money does not bother me, but I know it will make your life easier.

'Secondly, if he hadn't been such a cretin, you would not be sat here on my knee showing me what you have, and may I say it looks extremely sexy.' As he spoke, he glanced down, she had hitched up her skirt to straddle his legs and her panties were now fully on display.

It made her laugh, 'Is that what I am, a sex object?' Jordon nodded his head enthusiastically as his fingers softly rubbed the lips of her cunt through the silky material.

Lucille stood, and never taking her eyes off him, sexily wriggled out of her panties. At the same time, Jordon unfastened his pants and slid everything down to his ankles. He did not know what it was, but he had only to be near her or touch her, for his cock to start growing.

Imagining her cunt beneath the black panties already had it throbbing and it stood upright as he released it. Slouching back on the couch, he watched as she parted her legs and resumed her position, only this time, she slid down on his shaft. With her skirt around her waist, his hands grasped her hips and buttocks, assisting her rocking motion as she impaled herself on his manhood.

She was still wearing her suit jacket and it was tricky to remove, but eventually, she managed to cast it to one side, all the while whimpering and talking to herself as much as to her son.

'Fuck, I needed this, it feels so good Jordon, do you realise I have had more sex in the last two days than I have in the last twelve months.'

He smiled wickedly, 'Well mum, that is nowhere near enough, we are just going to have to make up for it.'

Slowly she undid the buttons on her shirt, teasing him as bit by bit he caught sight of her breasts. Pulling it free, she unfastened the last buttons before reaching up to the centre of her bra and pushing the catch, allowing it to pop open and release her breasts. Jordon's hands were faster than the eye could see as he immediately grabbed them, squeezing quite firmly and pushing them together.

In this way, he brought both of her nipples close to each other before leaning forward and taking both between his lips at once, his tongue sliding from one to the other.

Lucille groaned loudly as she bounced up and down faster in his lap, her juice lubricating his cock, as well as his thighs and balls. His constant attention to her tits, made her fully aroused as she realised that Sally could return anytime soon.

Here she was, she thought, broad daylight and getting fucked on her couch. She could tell her son was close. Not content to let her bounce up and down, he held her aloft as his hips propelled his cock upwards, ramming it into her cunt. And then as his hot semen hit the back of her vagina, her climax happened. Her legs shook and her nails dug into his shoulders as she thrashed and shuddered, screaming out his name.

It turned out they had timed it to perfection, no sooner had they made themselves decent than they heard a key in the front door and Sally arrived home.

'Are you OK mum?' She asked, 'It's just that you look a little flushed.' Both of them having to stifle their grins.

As his sister fussed in the kitchen, he whispered to his mother, asking if she was going to tell Sally about her visit to the solicitors.

Keeping her voice low, she shook her head. 'There is no reason why she needs to know yet. You know what she can be like when she decides she needs something and if she knows that there is money there, I can guarantee there will be something that she wants.'

She loved her daughter dearly, but her husband had spoilt her, forever buying her gifts whilst Jordon received very little from him. There always seemed to be money for his daughter, even at times at the expense of essentials. Sally could get particularly stroppy, especially if she were not getting her own way, so as far as Lucille was concerned, what she did not know would not hurt her.

He was just rising when he heard the phone ring and his mother answer it, she spoke for about fifteen minutes before he heard her call him.

'Your gran is not feeling too good, so I'm going to pop over and make sure she is OK and get some shopping in for her. I should be back by late afternoon or early evening.'

Jordon was disappointed even though he tried not to show it. He had already looked out to check the weather, the rain having passed late the previous evening and the sun now high in the sky again. He had been hoping for a nice day and to perhaps to persuade his mother that what she needed was another picnic and all the accoutrements that would come with it.

Left to his own devices, he decided to go out alone, taking with him some reading that he had to complete over the summer break. Most of his friends were still away on holidays with their families and one group had all gone off together. He had been invited along but knowing his mother would not be able to afford it, he had politely declined, thankful that he had with the way his break had so far turned out.

He put everything he needed into his rucksack, along with cold drinks and some snacks, before donning his trainers and setting out across the fields. Arriving at his destination, he spread the blanket out on the ground in front of the coppice and removed his t-shirt before kicking off his shoes, his toes luxuriating in the long grass.

He read for about forty minutes, before finding that the glare of the sun on the white pages was making his eyes feel drowsy. Sitting up and looking around him, there was not a soul to be seen as he slipped out of his shorts and lay back down, enjoying the feeling of the heat on his naked flesh and the slight cooling breeze as it wafted between his legs.

Jordon was dozing, that serene state between wide awake and fast asleep. Thoughts of his mother and what he could be doing to her now if it had not been for his gran, had resulted in his cock sticking proudly up in the air.

He was suddenly startled by a noise from in among the trees as turning onto his front, he scanned as much of the copse as he could see. He stayed perfectly still, looking and listening for any sight or sounds, but none came, and he simply put it down to a rabbit or squirrel moving about in the undergrowth.

Settling back down, he allowed the images of his mother which had been so rudely interrupted, to slowly return. He was lying on his back; the book being held in front of his face to shield his eyes from the sun as he continued to read. Trying to concentrate, images of his mother's body would pop in and out of his head, his cock springing to attention and twitching each time. He had contemplated whether to have a wank but decided he would wait till later in the hope he could get her alone.

'Crack.' Jordon sat up abruptly as the twig snapped, it was too loud to have been caused by some small mammal he thought, as he pulled on his shorts and slid his feet into his trainers. He stood and walked in among the trees; the area not so large that he could not see out the other side. Walking from one edge to the other he looked both ways for any signs of human life. It seemed empty, but to be sure, he walked up the centre checking behind some of the larger tree's, just in case someone was hiding.

Satisfied that he was alone, he returned to his spot but had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. Putting his hand above his eyes, he scanned the horizon, slowly turning three hundred and sixty degrees. There was not a soul to be seen and the feeling of eyes watching him had disappeared.

Staying for another hour he finally became bored, packing his things together and heading for home. The sky had suddenly gone silvery grey and extremely bright, a sure sign that unless he got a move on, he was going to get caught in the sudden summer downpour. He was only a hundred yards from home when it started but was soaked to the skin by the time, he reached the front door.

The rain persisted for the rest of the afternoon, so he settled on his bed after taking a shower and continued reading. His mother rang at just after four to say that although his gran was on the mend, she was going to stay there over the weekend and would see him on Monday.

He was preparing the evening meal when Sally came in at five, drenched through to the skin.

'You had better go and get a hot shower before you catch your death,' he told her. 'Tea will be ready in about thirty minutes.'

Over the meal, they ate and talked. Whilst there were times that she could be a pain, he did not dislike her, it was just that at two years difference in age, they had different likes and separate groups of friends. For some reason, this evening though she was quite chatty, asking how his day had been.

'You know Melissa fancies you,' she suddenly said.

Jordon knew that she was one of Sally's friends, an extremely attractive half-caste girl with beautiful olive skin and dark hair.

'Does she now? Well, she is very pretty; I shall have to give that some thought.'

He had no intention but did not want his sister suddenly questioning why he presently had no girlfriend in tow.

Although the rain had ceased, the sky had turned a dirty grey, in places almost black. He had put the house lights on as it had suddenly gone so dark that it was becoming difficult to see. Outside it continued to darken until by ten-o-clock that evening, the sky was a broiling mass of clouds and he was sure he had heard the first murmur of thunder off in the distance.

Sally was already upstairs in her room and so he switched off all the downstairs lights before going up himself and getting changed into his pyjama bottoms. Switching off his light he opened his curtains wide before sitting on his bed and waiting as he heard the rumbles growing closer.

His room and the street outside lit up brilliant white for a second, before, after a short interval, the clap of thunder boomed close by. The nearing storm did not bother him, fascinated; he watched the light show outside, marvelling at the sudden flashes of light.

The next flash ripped across the sky, lighting up the town. It looked like it had struck something off in the distance and was followed by a crash of thunder that reverberated through the house, even making the windows vibrate with its intensity. His bedroom door was flung open as his sister threw herself into his room, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed with fear.

Jordon pulled the covers back next to him and allowed her to crawl beneath them before putting his arm around her. He could feel her trembling as she begged him to make it stop, each crash of thunder turning her into a quivering wreck. He could not understand her irrational fear but was happy to comfort her until the storm finally passed. It took longer than he thought before the display was finished, by which time his sister was fast asleep and snoring gently beside him. He didn't have the heart to disturb her, so gently slid down under the covers and was soon asleep himself.

Jordon was having the strangest of dreams. For some reason, he was kissing Sally and although it seemed quite normal, he could not understand how and why it was happening, but it felt pleasant. Next, she seemed to be proffering herself to him, but he had no recollection of what was said before the scene dissolved, only to return in a different room of the house where he was touching her. This disjointed series of events went on for a while until as he looked up, the sun shone into his eyes and he found he was laid out in the fields, his cock ached, and he could see someone approaching. He could not see the woman's face but for some reason, he presumed it was his sister, as she raised her skirt and straddling him, started to insert his cock into her cunt.

The feeling was so intense that he suddenly jerked awake, at first disorientated until he realised, he was in his bed in the darkened room. The next thing he noticed was a hand resting on his stomach and his pyjama bottoms felt loose, as though they had been undone.

His cock was throbbing as it pushed against the covers, but as he lay there for a moment perfectly still, he felt the hand move as its fingers encompassed his girth.

His initial thought was that his mother had returned early and had snuck into his room, but then he recalled that she was at his grandmother's and that it was his sister in bed, next to him. As the skin of his shaft was moved back and forward, he could not contain the groan that escaped his lips, his head swivelled to find Sally staring intently at him.

'What are you doing? You shouldn't do that.' He managed to gasp

Her hand stopped but did not release him; instead, she squeezed him, her fingers beneath the head of his cock, rubbing softly as she kept him aroused.

'Does it not feel nice?' She asked as her hand continued its slow-motion up and down his shaft, Jordon finding it difficult to speak as he enjoyed the sensations her hand bestowed.

'Why are you touching me?' He stuttered as the moan left his mouth, interrupting his speech.

Quietly she told him, 'We saw you leaving the house today. Melissa fancies you, as I said, and thought it would be fun to follow you and see where you went.

'You could imagine her surprise and delight when you stripped naked; it took everything I had to stop her from bounding out and near enough raping you.'

Jordon placed his hand on top of hers, stopping what she was doing to him so that he could concentrate.

He breathed deeply for a minute whilst he got his thoughts together. 'So, it was you two spying on me. I heard the twig snap, which was why I went to investigate, but I never saw either of you,' Jordon responded quizzically.

Sally smiled mischievously, 'There's a hollow which is hard to see because it is surrounded by three bushes. 'From the outside, it looks like one big bush, but there is a space where you can wriggle into the middle.

'When you heard the twig snap, that was me dragging Melissa back in as she was determined to get to you.'

Despite his hand trapping hers, she still grasped him firmly, her fingers continually squeezing where she knew it would keep his cock erect. As hard as he tried, his current state of arousal made it difficult to marshal his thoughts, and try as he might, he could not stop the groans of pleasure that would sneak out against his will.

'Sally, please, you need to stop. If it was Melissa that wanted me, why are you the one that has your hand around my penis?'

She laughed at the word he had just used, 'Because my dear brother, if anyone is going to sample this cock of yours's, then I think I should get preferential treatment.'

He did not know at what point she had partially undressed. But as she threw the covers back, still keeping a firm grip on his manhood and straddled him, he saw that she was naked from the waist down. She appeared to be well versed, because it took her only seconds before she was sliding down his shaft, swearing loudly as he filled her cunt.

Jordon was just too weak-willed to stop her; he had been looking forward to having sex with his mother, but instead, found himself having sex with his sister. He did not mean to touch her, it was just an involuntary reflex, his hands sliding up her thighs towards that small patch of hair between her legs, and his goal of her clit.

Rubbing it slowly increased her excitement as she rocked back and forward, her breasts, still encased in her vest top, hung down over his face. He wanted to see them because he was already aware that his sister's tits were considerably larger than his mothers. Sally sensed what he was after and sat upright as she slowly peeled the vest top over her head, releasing two large mammaries. While her areoles were like other girls he had bedded, her nipples were just like his mothers and were longer than normal.

His hands were immediately attracted to them, but each was too large for one hand to encompass. He wondered if just like his mother, her nipples were extremely sensitive. His suspicions confirmed, when as he twisted them, she responded by crying out loudly, her up and down movement increasing rapidly.

Sally, when she had seen his cock earlier in the day, was convinced that she could manage him quite easily. But she was now finding, however, that her body was so aroused by the sensations of sliding down his length, that she was struggling to contain her climax.

'How the hell did he know that she had sensitive nipples?' She thought, aware that he was giving her breasts and teats plenty of attention.

Suddenly he pulled her head towards him, forcing her hips and bottom into the air. And then his cock was fucking her, like some mechanical piston, ramming itself into her cunt. She could not stop her body's reaction anymore as she felt her juices flow, her hips and legs shaking as the waves of pleasure surged through her with her orgasm.

When finally, he allowed her to relax, she slumped on top of him feeling drained.

'Christ,' she thought to herself, 'I feel fucked,' she was only too aware that he had not ejaculated and that she could still feel his erect cock, throbbing away inside her pussy.

With practised ease, Jordon flipped her over before kneeling between her thighs, his cock still buried deep within her quim.

He teased her by fucking her slowly and then withdrawing, rubbing his cock against her cunt and clit before suddenly and when she was least expecting it, impaling her once more as he fucked her rapidly. He would then stop, before repeating the process all over again, keeping her in suspense all the time and bringing her to the stage of begging him to make her cum.

She was loud, far louder than his mother as she moaned, cried and coarsely told him that she wanted 'Fucking.' He brought her to the edge, left her dangling there for a moment and then gently eased her down before taking her to the edge once more. As he reached his climax and his hot spurt of semen hit the back of her cunt, Sally was already too far gone. Her multiple orgasms shook her body as her eyes turned up and she hovered within the spectrum of unconsciousness.

Fully sated, she lay next to him, wondering what in hell had possessed her to want to fuck her brother. What she had told him was true, the very fact that Melissa had been intent on sampling his flesh had suddenly induced a strong feeling of jealousy and yet she did not know why.

Yes, he was good-looking, and yes, he had a well-toned muscular body, but that had not influenced her in the slightest. It was as she looked at him, laid there naked in the grass with his cock pointing up at the sky, that she suddenly imagined herself sliding down his length. Immediately, that thought was accompanied by the sensation between her legs, knowing she was starting to grow moist.

The image would not fade. She had closed her eyes, but Melissa's whispered comments about what she wanted to do with Jordon just brought the image sharper into focus. And then she found herself wanting him, more than that, she needed him. She desperately wanted him to fuck her, and she would happily have hurt Melissa if she had got in her way or got to her brother first, which was why she dragged her back into the bush and sat on the girl to restrain her.

Sally was in a quandary, she had thought that once she had fucked him, she would be content and Melissa could then happily make a play for him, but she would always have come second to Sally. Unfortunately, that was not happening, having just had sex with him, she was intent on repeating the performance every chance she got.

She knew that the storm had given her the excuse she needed to come into his bedroom, somewhere she seldom ventured. The weather outside had not bothered her in the slightest and it had been easy to bring on the tears. Whilst Jordon had always been kind to her and had looked after her on many occasions, for some reason, she always imagined that he did not particularly like her that much.

She was determined that once in his bed, she could slowly arouse him to a state where he would be unable to refuse her advances. Her plan had worked perfectly up to a point, the point at which he fucked her. She could tell he was taking as much pleasure from the coupling as she was, which caused her initially to feel guilty, and then he made her cum.

'Shit, I'm not supposed to feel like this,' she told herself as she realised that she wanted him again and again.

'Has that satisfied your curiosity?' He asked her brusquely, sitting up and placing his arms behind his head.

'You don't like me? Do you Jordon? And yet you have just happily fucked me,' she said sarcastically.

'Listen, Sally, where do you get the idea from that I do not like you. I did not like the way that Thomas would continually buy you things and spoil you, while I was lucky if I even got so much as a thank you.'

Even though he had been incredibly young when his mother married, he had always called him "Thomas", never having called him "Dad", perhaps that had been part of the problem.

'I saw him spend money on you, even while mum was going without. And I got fed up with being blamed for things I had not done.

'I'm sorry, I know he was your father and I appreciate that you miss him. But because of the way he treated me and mum, I did not like the man. That wasn't your fault, so there is no reason why I should dislike you, you are my sister.'

Jordon did not hate or dislike his sister. Because they had been treated differently, they had never bonded. At times, he'd had very little to do with her, preferring to be with his mates growing up while letting her be with her own set of friends. Sally had gone noticeably quiet and withdrawn, pulling the sheet up under her chin and staring off into space.

'They were not present's, Jordon, they were bribes.' Sally told him, refusing to elaborate and go into details, but enough for Jordon to piece together what had perhaps taken place.

He watched as a tear ran down her cheek, suddenly feeling sorry for her and angry at the same time. If Thomas had still been alive, he could happily have killed him. Was there anyone in his family, who that man had not affected?

'You must tell mum,' he said, but Sally was adamant that no one should ever know. 'He's dead and he's gone, it's over with and I just want to forget about him.'

She spent the rest of the night in his bed, even though there was no more physical contact. It took him a while to drift off, his head full of the little she had told him. He awoke the next morning as the sunshine streamed in through his bedroom window, aware that she was still next to him sleeping. Sliding from beneath the covers which she had pushed down to her waist, exposing her large breasts. Jordon had to admit that she was extremely attractive, and the sight of her tits was causing a slow reaction down below. Grabbing his dressing gown to cover it, he went to wash and dress. He had just finished his breakfast when she finally appeared.

'Do you want some making?' He asked, but she just shook her head, making herself a coffee.

'What have you got planned for today, are you meeting up with Melissa?' Sally was still quiet, thinking that she was not yet ready to let her friend anywhere near her brother.

'Would you mind if I spent the day with you?' She asked him. Jordon was surprised; Sally had never asked to spend time with him, ever, but he saw no reason why not if that was what she wanted.

'Certainly,' he told her, 'But I don't have anything planned and mum's not going to be back until Monday.'

She was stood at the sink washing up her cup when she quietly asked him, 'Fancy going for a walk, the weather looks lovely again outside.'

Living on the edge of town, it was only a short walk down their road and then up the lane before it branched out into the open countryside. They were both dressed the same in shorts, tops and trainers and at first Sally said extremely little, but bit by bit he got her chatting.

'So, I take it I am going to get pestered by Melissa, now she has seen me naked.'

Sally shook her head, 'I'm sorry, it was a childish thing to do. I'll make sure I keep her out of your way. Anyway, you said she was pretty, are you sure you're not interested, you have no one at the moment.'

Jordon was sure, he had no intention of acquiring a girlfriend yet, his thoughts conjuring up images of his mother. Sally was a step behind him when the question popped out, 'Am I pretty?' she asked.

Jordon kept walking, not even turning his head as he said, 'You'll do.'

He turned to look at her downcast face, a large grin spread across his own.

'You bastard,' she cried, as she realised, he was teasing her before catching him up and punching his arm.

'I will deny I ever said this,' Jordon laughed, drawing his answer out.

'I suppose you could be considered gorgeous.' Sally's chest felt as if it would burst and Jordon thought she was going to crack his ribs as she hugged him fiercely.

He had turned in a different direction to the one he normally took to get to the copse deciding that today he would give it a miss. They had covered nearly three miles across fields and Sally was beginning to flag, she wasn't really a country girl. The field in front of them rose to a small summit which she was not looking forward to ascending, but Jordon took her hand, nearly dragging her along.

Standing on the top, she looked down to see a stream about two hundred yards away which looked cool and inviting after the heat of the day. The small expanse of water was about ten feet across and varied in depth of between three and five feet, with crystal clear water and a sandy bottom. Many years ago, he would often frequent it in summer with his friends. But as they got older, the prospect of a four-mile hike put many of them off.

Jordon sat on the grassy bank after having removed his trainers and dangled his legs in the water, enjoying the coolness passing over his feet. Sally sat beside him, her feet splashing in the water like a mischievous toddler, she had not known that this place even existed.

Eventually, he turned to her, 'What was last night all about Sally?

'You were the last person that I thought would ever consider something like that. Is this a game you have dreamt up? Because if it is, the game just got profoundly serious.'

She stilled her feet, watching the water as it idly drifted by.

'Honestly, Jordon, I don't know yet, I can't explain it properly, I don't have the words. It was not something that I have ever thought about or considered, even watching you lying naked did not trigger any kind of desire, even though you were impressive.

'Melissa, on the other hand, could not believe her luck. I remember her giving me a running commentary of what she was going to do to you, and it was then that I got the funniest feeling in my tummy. The trouble was, it did not stay there, it moved, down below and then suddenly, I wanted you to fuck me.

'The more I tried to dismiss the idea, the greater it became. Do you realise how hard it was to get through dinner last night and then stay in my room, while all the time I wanted to come and throw myself at you, to have you touch me, to make love to me?'

Jordon sympathised with her, had his sudden infatuation with his mother not taken a similar route, and would he not find it just as difficult to rationalise the reason.

'What now then Sally? You've had what you wanted, has that satisfied your sudden desire?'

How was it that he was not surprised when she shook her head? It took her a few moments before speaking very quietly, she managed to spit it out.

'I want to be like a girlfriend.'

He could not stop the laugh that followed her statement.

'I'm sorry Sally, I'm not laughing at you, but how can you be my girlfriend?

'You're my sister. How would that work? I can't exactly walk through town holding your hand or kiss you. I think people would talk.'

She was secretly pleased he had not dismissed the idea out of hand, only raising points of impracticality.

'I know I can't be your girlfriend in those types of situations, but look at it like this, you get all the benefits of a girlfriend without any of the demands.' Jordon knew exactly what she meant by benefits, that much she was making obvious.

'So, if I say yes, what happens when I do acquire a girlfriend. What happens if I already have someone, not a girlfriend, but someone that I see occasionally,' he asked her, thinking about his mother but not about to divulge that information to his sister.

'Look, Jordon, I'm not talking about taking over your life. I appreciate that things will change, that girls will come and go, I wouldn't expect you to be a monk.

'There may be times that I want to bed someone. There may be times when you just want someone convenient. I'm sure Melissa would be happy to stand in when needed, so long as you shag her occasionally.'

'I just want to be part of your life, more than just a sister because it feels like I haven't been anything in the past.'

He sat mulling her request over in his head as she stood and walked up and down the bank. Deep in thought, he was unaware that she was now behind him until he felt the push in the middle of his back, and he went headlong into the water, surfacing and spluttering as he got his breath back.

The day may have been hot, but the stream was still quite cool. Sally was crouched down on the bank as she laughed uncontrollably, so much so, that she did not see him reach out and jerk her into the water next to him. As she surfaced, pushing her now wet hair back from her face, it was obvious from her chest, how cold the water was. Jordon was unable to take his eyes away from the two substantial protrusions, while his tackle had shrunk in the cold water, it was suddenly making a comeback as he stared at her breasts.

His sister was no prude, she knew what she wanted and would grasp any opportunity to attain her desires. Taking his hand, she placed it on her left breast, squeezing it as her other hand dipped below the waterline fondling his quickly growing cock. How could he resist, not content with her nipples pushing into his palm through the material of her vest and bra, Jordon wanted to feel skin.

Pulling her top from her shorts, he slid his hand underneath and pushed her bra up and out of his way so that he could massage her heavy breast. Her nipple was extremely hard, a combination of the cold water and his finger and thumb applying pressure as he squeezed and twisted it. Her eyes closed in pleasure, a guttural growl rising from her throat.

'Are we going to stand here freezing or are you going to shag me?' She asked in a husky voice.

Jordon moved to the bank and climbed out, extending a hand to his sister and then as she watched, he pulled his wet vest over his head before shrugging out of his shorts. She was surprised and ecstatic to find that he wore no underwear, perhaps his intention all along had been for this to happen. He helped her out of her clothes before laying them to one side so that they could dry in the sun.

He towered above her for a moment, before leaning forward and kissing her mouth. Sally had not expected that but found his kiss arousing as she responded to it, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He broke away and kissed her neck slowly working his way down to her breasts and nipples. Sally groaned loudly as his mouth took each nipple in turn, his tongue circling each tip.

She was still surprised at how quickly he had worked out that her teats were extremely sensitive but lost the thought as the sun warmed her body, still considerably slower than her brother was.

She lay expectantly, her legs open, as he kissed his way over her tummy, knowing where he was heading. Her cunt was wet, and her hips moved in anticipation of his mouth reaching her genitals as his lips traced patterns across her inner thigh. Then, at last, her back arched and she cried out loudly as his tongue penetrated her quim, forcing itself into her hot interior. His attention was divided as he first lapped at her cunt, and then compressed her clit between his lips, his teeth softly nibbling at its tip.

Sally just lay back and enjoyed the attention her cunt was getting, she could feel her excitement rising, knowing that her climax was edging ever closer. She thought she could hold out a little longer, enjoying the sensation of his tongue inside her, until his hands reached up to her breasts and found her nipples, twisting and pulling at their erectness. She exploded, her juices splashing his mouth and face as her hips bucked. He held her firmly, his tongue continuing to pleasure her as she shook and writhed with her climax.

She had to beg him to stop in the end, her clitoris far too sensitive to be licked anymore. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. She was knackered, feeling as though she had just run several miles.

But Jordon was not going to give her the chance to recover as she felt the head of his cock against her labia and then he was sliding into her, stretching her passage as she took the full length and girth of his cock. With his hips producing a steady rhythm, his cock plunged in and out of her wet cunt, squelching as he rammed it in, his balls banging against her anus.

No sooner had her first climax finished than her second was already building. Jordon seemed to sense that she was reaching her peak and would dip his head, showering kisses on her nipples and making her cum. She had orgasmed twice in a row without his continuous penetration faltering. She could feel her excitement building again as her arousal rose once more, only this time his head did not dip as she reached her summit. Instead, he fucked her hard and fast, and as she went over the edge, she felt his cock filling her insides as his semen spurted against the back of her cunt.

They lay side by side, their bodies hot, wet and sticky with their coupling, his hand holding hers gently and protectively. Sally did not have the strength to move, she felt drained, her body completely satisfied.

'Christ, my brother knows how to fuck,' she thought to herself, slightly jealous of the girls that had gone before her.

'No wonder he was always in demand,' she chuckled to herself as she admitted, that the girls compared notes just as much as the boys did.

Their mother returned home on Monday morning, just as Sally was about to go out to meet up with her friends. Jordon was still in bed after a hectic night of sex, but Sally needed to escape for a while, she had underestimated his sexual appetite and just needed a few hours of rest and recuperation.

'Can you go and get your brother up please Sal? I need to speak to you both.' Lucille requested.

Sally went and woke him, pushing his hands away as they made a beeline for her tits and he tried to entice her back into his bed.

'Behave,' she laughed, 'Mums home already and she needs to speak to us both.'

Washed and dressed he sat in the lounge, Sally by his side. He had momentarily forgotten how sexy his mother looked, finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying as his eyes undressed her and he imagined his cock sliding into her cunt, the ensuing protuberance causing him to fidget in his seat.

'You both know that your grandmother is not getting any younger and while, she is still spritely, it does concern me that we are so far away from her if she needs us. I have spoken with her and we have decided that it would be best if we moved.' She told them both.

She could tell immediately by the looks on their faces that the idea had not gone down well, both of her children piping up at once with objections as to why they disliked the idea. She held her hand up, silencing them.

'Gran has a couple of properties that she still rents out, but the return on them is not as great nowadays as she has to have a management company look after them, and they take a percentage of the earnings.

'We are proposing that we sell those two properties, as well as her house and this house, and put the proceeds into buying one property.'

Before the children could interrupt, she continued.

'Birchwood House is up for sale; it has five bedrooms as well as a granny flat and has been on the market for quite a while. I have spoken to the estate agent and he estimates that we would raise more than enough to be able to afford it.'

Jordon and Sally sat stunned, the thought of moving away had been the worst suggestion they could think of, but they both knew of "Birchwood House". It was on the edge of the town, literally about one and a half miles from where they presently lived. It was a big old rambling house, set in its massive grounds right on the edge of the countryside.

'If you'd like to, we can go and look around it this afternoon,' their mother finished. 'The owners have already moved out and are looking for a quick sale.' She was nearly killed in the stampede as both Sally and Jordon jumped up, wanting to go straight away.

The house was owned by the Douglas family. Jordon vaguely remembered the kids, but they had been quite a lot of years older than he was and had finished senior school just as he was starting. It appeared that they were married with their own families now, and their parents, Tom and Jean Douglas had felt like they were rattling around in the big house now that everyone had gone, and they were both getting on.

They had bought a large bungalow on the other side of town and were now hoping to sell the house, unfortunately, the asking price was out of most people's range and meant that it had been on the market for quite a while.

That afternoon they bundled into the car with their mother as she drove to the estate agents to pick up the keys, and then out to the "Big House" as they decided to call it. As they rolled up the driveway, Jordon wondered if the interior was as old fashioned and rambling as the exterior. He was pleasantly surprised to find, once they entered the property, that it had been thoroughly modernised over the years. Other than some decorating, the inside felt and looked no different than their present house, only larger and with a lot more space.

Sally and Jordon were both impatient, expecting that things would happen within a short period. Lucille had spoken with her mother and had decided that of the two properties she had suddenly inherited; the townhouse was the one that she was least likely ever to use.

She had no desire to live in the city with it hustle and bustle and so decided that she would put it on the market. It was in an affluent area and was snapped up nearly immediately, fetching fifty thousand over the initial valuation price. The sale would put enough money in the bank to buy 'Birchwood House' outright, and the coffers would then be replenished as she sold her own home, and her mother sold her property. Lucille's mother, Dorothy, also had another two properties that she had decided to dispose of. But because they presently had tenants in, she would have to give them at least six months' notice or the option to buy the houses.

Summer was over with and they were heading towards Christmas by the time the deal was done on their new home. It was November when their current house went on the market and they expected that this would be the last Christmas in the home they had grown up in.

The sale went through in February the following year and Lucille was planning for all the furniture and belongings to be removed and transported. Their gran's house was also on the market, there had been several viewings but nothing definite offer wise had yet been received. Their mother had decided that once they had settled in and got things straight, she would move their grandmother over into her new flat. She was having it spruced up and redecorated ready for her arrival.

Both Jordon and Sally had picked their rooms on that first visit; they were at the front of the house overlooking the driveway and the town off in the distance. At the rear of the house was a large master bedroom with en-suite which overlooked the gardens and the fields beyond. Their mother was going to take this room because it also overlooked the granny flat and her mother. By the time Dorothy had moved into her flat, it was already the middle of summer and both Jordon and Sally were on their summer breaks from their respective colleges.

The next term would be Jordon's last, he had taken a course in computer technology, something he had always had an affinity with and hoped to get a job with one of the many companies in the city in their IT departments. Sally was at another college doing a business course, she wanted eventually to go into retail, her dream job was to be a buyer for one of the big clothing outlets and travel abroad.

The last twelve months had been a bit of a nightmare for Jordon, who had realised that having a girlfriend was simple compared to trying to find time to spend with his mother and satisfy his sister's demands. He had lost count of the number of times that they had all come so close to being caught. The summer had made it easy to disappear into the fields and have time alone whilst they made love. Winter, however, put a stop to that and trying to get either of them on their own for any length of time became a juggling act.

There had been times when both Lucille and Sally had snuck into his room late at night, they thought that they were the only one doing that, but Jordon had visions of one of them walking in whilst he was already in bed with the other.

The granny flat was perfect for Dorothy. The lounge had views across the gardens with double doors leading onto a small patio where she could sit out in the sun. There was a small kitchen if she needed it, but she tended to have her meals with the rest of them. Coupled with a toilet and bathroom and a spacious bedroom, it meant that she could have her privacy if she wanted but could also join the family in the main house.

Jordon had explored the fields the moment they had moved in. They could still get to their old haunts, it was just a slightly longer walk, but he also found new areas, many of them well hidden. The other thing that he had come across was what appeared to be an old wartime bunker which sat within the boundary of their land, looking out across the fields. The door was on their garden side and was made of steel and although he had pulled at it, he found it solidly locked. He made a mental note to ask his mother about a key, wondering if it was theirs to use.

He visited frequently the areas he had selected, noting each time if there ever seemed to be many people about, happy that where he had chosen appeared secluded and he had yet to see another soul.

It was on one of these trips that he suddenly remembered about the bunker, returning home to see if they had a key. His mother pointed him towards a drawer where there was a tub of keys which they had yet to find a use for. Taking the box, he crossed the gardens and back into the tree line as he circled round to the bunker.

It was the fifth key he tried, excited as it turned full circle in the lock. He expected the door to be heavy and rusted shut, but to his surprise, it opened easily without a sound. It seemed someone had taken good care of the building, oiling and greasing the lock and hinges. Inside was quite small but had been fitted out with a large camp-bed, stove and armchair. The slits which would have previously been left open for lookouts or guns had been glazed. Looking out of one slit, he was amazed that he appeared to be quite close to the ground. Going outside, he circled the building, noticing that it was built into a small bank so that the fields were on a slightly higher level.

He walked forward several feet and climbed over the fence, from the field it was very hard to spot even when he knew where to look, what did show above ground level had been disguised, possibly by the previous owner, with rocks and shrubs.

The glass in the openings looked to be tinted, making it impossible to see inside when the door was shut. He returned over the fence, going back inside. The walls had been painted a dark grey and were covered by posters depicting different types of birds, perhaps old Mr Douglas had done it as a hobby.

The floor was covered in a thick carpet making the small space quite cosy, he imagined with the small stove lit, it would be quite warm in there. Returning home, he plundered the cupboards for old sheets and blankets, taking them back and making the bed up. He was puzzled as to where the smoke from the stove vented and went outside to investigate. It was hard to spot, but someone had ingeniously run the chimney up the rear of a tree so that the top came out far up in the canopy. Satisfied with his find, he returned home and the next day invited his mother to come and see his discovery.

Sally was out with Melissa and his mother had just checked with his grandmother when he approached her.

'I know it's been difficult to find time alone with you, but I may have just found a solution to our problem.'

Taking her hand, he led her out into the garden, momentarily releasing it, aware that his grandmother could see them cross the lawn. He pointed out different aspects and chatted idly just in case she was watching.

As they disappeared into the treeline his mother asked what he was waffling on about. He took her hand again as he led her towards the bunker, producing the key as they reached the door and unlocked it.

Lucille stepped inside, surprised at what she found.

'I know it's not very big, but I thought that when the weather was bad, or we wanted some time alone, we could come here,' he explained.

She sat on the edge of the made-up bed, finding it quite comfortable, now understanding what he had in mind. She nodded enthusiastically, the thought of fucking in here where there was little chance of getting caught appealed to her. She knew it appealed to Jordon as she heard the soft click of the lock and he pulled her to her feet and slowly turned her around.

He kissed her gently, his hands moving up from her waist towards her breasts when they both heard voices. They stood stock-still for a moment as the voices drew closer, Jordon moving to one of the slits and looking out, certain that whoever was approaching would not see him.

A man and woman came into view, crossing the field at an angle as they chatted to each other, they seemed to be coming directly towards them and his natural reaction at first was to duck down so as not to be seen. The couple stopped about fifteen feet away and he saw the man lay out a blanket.

He motioned his mother to come and take a look, she seemed reticent at first, scared of being seen, but as she came to stand next to her son, she peered out and whispered in his ear.

'That's Sylvia Masters, she lives a couple of streets over from where we did, I don't know who the man is, but he is not her husband.'

It was hard to hear what the couple said as they spoke very quietly now, Jordon and his mother only catching the odd word. He reminded himself to check at some point and see if people inside the bunker could be heard outside. They felt voyeuristic as they observed the couple who were unaware that they were being watched. At first, they just spoke to each other, but then the woman leaned over and kissed the man.

As they watched, they saw his hand come up and fondle her breast, while they could not hear properly; they could tell that she enjoyed his touch. Jordon's cock was already getting hard, he had been about to do the same to his mother before they were interrupted.

Outside, the woman's hand was briskly rubbing at the chap's cock before she unbuttoned his pants and he pushed them down his hips for her. They could see his hard shaft as she ran her hand up and down its length tossing him off.

Jordon was mesmerised, this was like watching a porn film, only this was live and only feet away from them. His mother turned to him; a grin spread across her face.

'Oh my god, what are they doing?' She said in mock horror, doing her best not to giggle.

'I think she would be a lot happier if she had her hand around your cock.'

This was said as his mother copied what she was watching outside and began stroking Jordon's member.

His hand slid under her top, pushing her bra up and freeing her breasts as she purred in his ear. In response, she unfastened his trousers, forcing them down his hips, so that she could wank him as he played with her. Their attention returned to the couple, the woman's head now bobbing up and down as she had the man's cock in her mouth and was giving him a blowjob.

Jordon wanted to see her naked and he also wanted to fuck, very quietly he eased the armchair nearer to the slits and motioned his mother to remove her knickers. Using sign language, he indicated what he wanted her to do, climbing onto the chair, she placed a foot on either arm before squatting down. It had the effect of opening her up completely and as Jordon stood behind her, she felt his cock against her cunt before he pushed forward, and she felt him slide inside her.

It seemed that the woman had also reached the point where she wanted fucking, the dress she wore appeared to be some sort of wrap-over and Jordon was delighted as she unfastened the ties and opened it wide. She was completely naked beneath and as she straddled her partner; Jordon was given a perfect view as she slid up and down the other man's shaft.

She looked to be a little bit younger than his mother, but of a similar build, she had the same baby-belly and probably carried a little more weight than when she had been younger. Her tits were a reasonable size with quite big hard nipples and Jordon knew straight away that he would not mind fucking her if he was ever offered the chance. What did catch his eye, as he spied between her open legs, was that she had a tattoo of an angel where her pubic hair should be, her cunt currently bald as a coot.

It was as though both couples were synchronised. As the woman slammed herself down onto the man's cock, Jordon would ram his shaft up his mother's cunt. Lucille was doing her best to contain her excitement. The sensation of her son fucking her, whilst she watched another woman getting fucked had her extremely aroused and it was taking a lot of self-control not to climax too soon and to stop herself from crying out.

Jordon watched as the other woman's body moved and bounced with her exertions, the timing was so perfect that it was easy to imagine that he was fucking her and not his mother. Outside, the other woman had grown so vocal that the sound now carried into the bunker, she leant forward, her large breasts swinging backwards and forwards as she impaled herself on the shaft.

She sat upright, breathing heavily and giving Jordon a magnificent view of everything she had to offer. At last, he heard her cry out as she started to climax, his cock throbbing insistently inside his mother's cunt, spat his semen deep inside her, triggering her orgasm

Lucille had not been able to contain herself anymore and had moaned loudly as Jordon filled her cunt and she had climaxed. The couple outside had not seemed to notice, so either the bunker was soundproofed, or they had been too consumed with their satisfaction to hear them. As Jordon and Lucille slumped into the armchair, he was thinking of ways that he could get to know this Sylvia Masters.

'Good god Jordon, is sex with you always like this?' She asked him quietly.

So far it had been anything except normal, fields, graveyards and now spying on another couple. She had to admit to herself though, that it had been exhilarating watching the other people fuck whilst she was getting shagged at the same time.

Thankfully, once they had finished, the couple seemed to want to leave quickly meaning that Lucille and Jordon were not trapped inside the bunker. That was the only downside he realised, being so close, it would have been extremely hard to sneak out without being spotted. Lucille climbed back into her panties before they both walked back through the tree's and out into the garden, his grandmother waving to them as they walked back towards the house.

Five weeks had passed, and he would be back in college in another two. In his mind, he had played out numerous scenarios as to how he could get to meet this Sylvia Masters but was accepting that it was not going to happen. He could hardly approach her and start chatting her up, there was too large an age difference for that to happen. Could he blackmail her he wondered, and then dropped the idea as fast as he had thought of it?

No matter what came to mind, it was preposterous and was never going to happen. He stopped thinking about it and had also stopped going each day to check the bunker, he had hoped she might return but so far, he had not had any luck.

He was in town shopping for a few items, when, as he left the shop, he was knocked flying. One minute he was planning where to take his sister for some extracurricular activities and the next he was sprawled flat on his back, staring up at the sky. Several people leaned over him, one of them being the lady who had broadsided him and knocked him over. He was helped to his feet with everyone asking if he was OK.

'Honestly, I'm fine,' he told them all, 'Nothing to worry about.'

Folk drifted away leaving just him and the lady, she was apologising profusely as he took a proper look at her. 'I'm so sorry, it was an accident, I should have been looking where I was going.'

Jordon interrupted her before she could say anymore, 'Sylvia, it's OK. I'm not hurt, and it was my fault for not concentrating.'

She had stopped abruptly at the use of her name, Jordon was staring, up close she was even prettier than he remembered and the way she dressed accentuated her curves. Sylvia Masters looked incredibly good dressed, almost as good as she looked naked.

'Do I know you?' She asked.

His reply was not meant to have come out, but his mouth had started before his brain had properly processed his comment, 'Not yet, but I live in hope.'

His hand flew to his mouth and he blushed profusely as he realised what he had just said. For a moment she just stared at him, and then her face broke into a beautiful smile.

She started laughing, 'What is this, am I getting chatted up by a toy-boy?'

Now it was Jordon's turn to be apologising profusely.

'Anyway,' she continued, 'How did you know my name?'

He could not stop himself stuttering slightly as he tried to come up with a reason.

'I've seen you around and I asked who you were,' it hadn't come out sounding right as he continued to explain 'I lived on the next street to you, maybe you know my mother, Lucille?'

She was teasing him now, 'Well, I must be doing something right if a young man notices me and wants to know who I am.'

Jordon took a deep breath to steady his nerves, this may the only chance he would ever get, and he was making a complete idiot of himself.

'I'm not doing well, here am I?'

She was laughing again, he loved the sound of it, it was kind of dirty and sexy.

'Perhaps we should start this again,' he said.

'You want me to bump into you again,' she teased, his retort teasing her in return.

'If that's what it takes to get to know you?'

It was his eyes and his smile that got to her, she just knew that what he was doing, was undressing her with that look, the smile on his face showing the pleasure he anticipated.

Quickly she looked him up and down, he was young but quite a lot older than her kids who were seven and nine. He was certainly good looking, but not in a way that afflicts some men; she supposed it was his boyish charm, whatever it was, it was causing a tingle between her legs.

Sylvia bent to retrieve her shopping bags, however nice he was, she needed to get on.

'Here, let me help, please. I'm going your way; I'll give you a hand with the bags.'

She looked at him suspiciously.

'Honestly, I am,' he said, 'We lived on Victoria Road and we have just moved across town. I'm just nipping back to collect any mail that may still have been delivered there.'

They chatted as they strolled along, she told him that now he had mentioned the road, she did faintly remember his mother. Jordon did not tell her where they had moved to, simply explaining that as his grandmother was getting older, his mother had wanted her to come and live with them.

The last thing he presently wanted, was for her to realise that she had been shagging at the rear of his garden. At the end of her road, he handed the bags over.

'Perhaps we'll meet again,' she said, her smile conveying more than words.

Jordon's confidence had returned, as he walked away, he knew his parting comment had stunned her, 'I hope so,' he said, 'I've always wanted to meet an Angel.'

Jordon walked through the town on his way home from college having just finished for the Christmas holiday. Through his earphones, Christmas music filled his head as he took in the festive lights strung across the street. He occasionally glanced in the shop windows, brightly lit as they displayed their seasonal wares. It was already dark and earlier the sky had looked like they might hopefully have a white Christmas. As he passed the station absorbed in his little world, he felt a tap on his shoulder, swinging around, he was confronted by a shy smile.

'Hello again, toy-boy,' she said.

Pulling the phones from his ears, it took him a moment to recognise her. He had not bumped into Sylvia since the time she had knocked him onto his back, even though he had looked for her each time he had been in town. He and his mother had used the bunker on many occasions since that day but had never been treated to a repeat performance.

His nervousness returned as he blurted, 'I didn't recognise you dressed,' immediately blushing as he suddenly realised what he had said.

'Pardon me!' She looked startled for a moment before his hands indicated the business suit, she was dressed in.

'You look exceptionally smart in your suit, I didn't recognise you at first, I meant to say.'

She was doing that laugh again which he found so attractive and quite arousing.

'You do seem to have a way with words... Not,' she said holding her sides.

It transpired that she worked in the city and had just left the station and was on her way home. As they strolled along together, they told each other a little of their lives and Jordon found himself telling her things that he wouldn't normally have divulged so soon.

She asked if he had a girlfriend and for some reason, he explained what he sometimes saw as his dilemma.

'Don't get me wrong, there have been plenty of them, but they never last,' he explained, 'I suppose the fact is, it feels like they are all a bit too young.'

They had reached the point where Jordon turned off. As he said good evening to her, she stopped him, 'What did you mean the last time about an Angel,' it seemed a strange thing to say?' She asked him.

He was not about to tell her what he had witnessed, but at the same time, he wanted to keep her interested in him.

'It was a dream,' he told her, 'I saw an Angel and thought I was in heaven, thankfully it turned out to be you.' He set off up the adjacent road leaving her stood there looking at his receding back, he turned and waved before carrying on his journey home.

Sylvia watched as he walked away, with his good looks, she was sure that he never had difficulty finding a pretty girl. When he spoke to her at first, he was a typical youngster, saying the first thing that came into his head. But as he relaxed, she noticed he spoke quite eloquently and rather mysteriously. Again, his parting comment had intimated something that he knew, his words chosen carefully for effect without imparting any actual knowledge. The comment could easily be taken one of two ways and she felt both nervous and excited at the same time.

Arriving home, the house looked inviting. There was a Christmas tree in the driveway covered in flashing lights and his mother had fastened a wreath to the front door. The windows with the curtains still drawn back showed rooms filled with Christmas decorations, and in the lounge, a log fire burned in the grate. He closed the door behind him, hearing laughter emanating from the kitchen at the rear of the house. Placing his coat and bag in the closet, he made his way through, his mother, grandmother, sister and Melissa were sat around the large kitchen table, a glass of wine in front of each of them.

'The prodigal son returns,' his mother said, raising her glass and sounding rather tipsy. All the women looked like they had been having a good time as several empty bottles sat on the side.

Melissa's gaze never left him as he moved around the kitchen to get himself a beer from the fridge, Sally giving him a look of consternation, aware that her friend had eyes only for her brother.

His mother turned, speaking to him, 'Melissa's parents are away over Christmas this year, so I thought it would be nice if she spent it with us. Her bags are at the bottom of the stairs, would you take them up and put them in the room next to your sister?'

Drinking half the contents of the bottle, he went and grabbed the bags, taking them upstairs and depositing them in one of the guest rooms. As he turned to leave, he found the doorway blocked, Melissa having followed him upstairs. He knew he had to say something otherwise Christmas was going to be uncomfortable and could not see his sister putting up with her behaviour for long.

He sat on the bed, indicating that she should come and sit next to him. 'Listen, Mel, Sally has already told me that you were both spying on me during that summer. I can't change that, but for now, I am not in the market for a girlfriend.'

She looked disappointed and he thought she was going to burst into tears. 'If you spend all of Christmas following me around like a lapdog it is not going to endear you to me.

'Be yourself and let me get to know you, I'm not promising that something will happen, but you never know.'

Her face had brightened as he left her to settle in, returning downstairs to the kitchen and his drunken family. They were all laughing hilariously at something when he heard the doorbell. He went and opened the front door to find a delivery driver outside, loaded up with take-away food. Lucille came up behind him and paid for the order as he carried it towards the kitchen.

'I'm sorry about Melissa,' she said, 'Sally said that she is still infatuated with you at the moment. I can't say that I blame the poor girl. Try and be nice to her.' Her speech slurred slightly, and she walked unsteadily as he followed her back to the kitchen.

They all sat around the table and devoured the food, Melissa was trying hard to be normal, but every so often he would catch her lecherous glance. The evening was drawing to a close and his mother, by now drunk, had gone up to her bed. Noticing Melissa still looking longingly in his direction, he decided that he would see his grandmother to her room and spend a while with her, giving the girls time to retire. Sally mouthed a 'sorry,' to him as he took his grandmother's arm and escorted her out of the kitchen.

His grandmother sat on the couch and sighed deeply, 'By heck, it's been a good while since I've drunk so much, I'm pissed.'

He looked at her with a grin, never having heard her speak like that. On a bookcase opposite the couch were several photo albums and he idly picked one out, leafing through the pages. A lot of the pictures were of people who were all dead and buried, relatives, most of whom he had never known. Dorothy would point to occasional faces, explaining who they were and how they were related to him. He turned the page and was confronted by two pages of a strikingly beautiful woman. She must have been around his age and had been taken on a beach and around a pool as she cavorted about, dressed in a bikini.

'Who is this woman gran?' He asked, Dorothy, laughing loudly.

'Why do you ask?' She wanted to know as Jordon noticed the smirk on her face.

'She is gorgeous, is she related to us? She sure is one hot lady.' Jordon thought she was going to have a seizure; she was laughing so much.

'That young girl was me when I was about your age, it was taken in France, and now that you mention it, I was hot wasn't I?'

She rose from the couch, leaving him looking at the pictures of her as she went into her kitchen to pour herself her nightly tot. For years she had done this every evening before she went to bed, three fingers of brandy made her sleep well and she always woke refreshed. On impulse, she poured one for her grandson, having the sense to give him a little less. Returning to her lounge, she handed him the glass, He looked at what seemed an awful lot of brandy.

'I don't normally drink spirits,' he told her, but she just chuckled, telling him it would put hairs on his chest.

It only took three gulps and hers was gone, he tried to follow her example and ended up coughing as the liquid hit the back of his throat and went down, an instant burning sensation in his stomach. She took the glass from him, placing it on her side-table.

'It takes a bit of practice,' she said, 'You soon get used to it.' Already he could feel a tightening in his temples as his head spun a little, the alcohol having an immediate effect on him and his gran who had already consumed several glasses of wine was now quite drunk.

She took the album from him, gazing at the pictures, when she spoke, it was as much to herself as it was to him.

'I was about twenty or so and it was the first time I had been abroad; I went with two friends even though our parents were not happy about it.

'Bikini's still hadn't been seen much in this country, but they were all the fashion abroad, so we bought one each.

'I looked fit, I remember I had to fight the waiters off all the time, it was a couple of years before I met your grandfather, and I was young, free and single.'

Jordon listened, enthralled by her story, 'Did you...... You know?'

She looked him in the eye, 'What? Get myself shagged? Of course, I bloody well did, though you had to take precautions back then. If I had come back pregnant, my parents would have disowned me and kicked me out, times were vastly different than now.'

His grandmother was so candid with her answers, that it prompted him to ask more questions.

'Were you and granddad happy, and how come you never had any more children?' He asked inquisitively.

She looked thoughtful for several minutes, 'Yes, I would say we were happy, we had our ups and downs like anyone else. You can't live with someone for all those years without falling out sometimes, but you have just got to put it behind you and get on with life.'

'When I had your mum, there were complications afterwards and it meant that I could never have any more children. I went off the rails for a while, but your grandfather was patient and eventually we sorted things out.'

'Did you ever cheat on him, gran?' He asked.

She nodded, 'As I said, I went off the rails a bit and ended up having an affair, it was nothing serious and didn't last that long. I just wanted to punish him because it felt like I was being punished, I'd always wanted several children.

'We got over it and put our energy into being successful.'

Jordon had one more question that he often wondered about, he was young, and sex was an essential part of his life, 'Do you miss it?' She looked at him curiously.

'Do you miss having sex, do you still get the urge, or does it just fade away?' He wanted to know.

She answered him as candidly as she had answered his other questions.

Smiling sardonically, she told him, 'Of course I miss sex, do you not think there are nights when I would love to have a man in my bed. Do you not think that I don't appreciate a good-looking chap, or that there are times when what I need is a good fucking?

'Let's face facts, who the hell wants to take a sixty-eight-year-old bag of bones to bed?

'Tell the truth Jordon, would you?' she finished bitterly.

Jordon stood, slightly unsteady on his feet, the brandy had hit him more than he thought as he held out his hand to her. Dorothy looked at him through bleary eyes, wondering why his hand was outstretched, nevertheless, she took hold of it.

'Where are we going?' She asked, stunned when his simple reply was 'Bed.'

She stopped in her tracks, surely she had misheard, 'I'm sorry. Did you say bed?'

Jordon turned to face her, coming in close, 'You asked who would take you to bed?' He paused just long enough for her to understand what he was suggesting, 'I would if you will let me?'

Dorothy was still pondering why she had followed him into her bedroom as he closed the door behind them. Standing in front of her, he slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse, easing it gently from her skirt to undo the last few, before sliding it from her shoulders.

She was thin, her bones barely covered by the flesh which was wrinkled and covered in blemishes. The old-fashioned bra she wore made it look like she still had full breasts, but as he unhooked it and threw it to one side, her tits hung down like two empty sacks. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, taking her hand and placing it on his chest as his hands cupped her tits, fondling them gently, fearful that if he applied too much pressure, he would break her.

Dorothy was no were near as fragile as he supposed. As his fingers found her nipples and brought them erect, her hand slid down to his crotch, cupping his sack. She moved her hand upwards discovering the length of his erection, as she gasped with delight. Jordon lifted her easily, laying her on the bed. She watched wide-eyed as slowly he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper down before getting rid of the rest of his clothes, he stood naked in front of her with his cock jutting out. Dorothy patted the bed next to her, eager to touch him now that she had seen his erection exposed.

Lying next to his grandmother, he watched as her bony hand encircled his shaft, stretching the skin as she started to masturbate him. He suckled her nipples, causing her to cry out in pleasure before she took one of his hands and moved it down towards her groin.

'You must be careful my darling, I will be very dry at first.'

Jordon's hand moved from her knee, sliding over the nylon covering as he inched up her inner thigh, finally reaching the top of her stocking. It seemed his grandmother was not one for those new-fangled tights. As his finger touched bare flesh, he felt her shiver. Her thighs were thin, even with her legs closed, he would have still been able to insert his hand. As he reached the gusset of her panties, he eased the material to one side and with a single finger, stroked her completely hairless cunt.

Her hand flew up and down his shaft as she wanked him off. Reaching over her waist, Jordon found the zip on her skirt and slid it down. She had to release him for a moment as she wriggled out of it and removed her knickers. He hips were as skinny as the rest of her body, her stomach wrinkled and rounded. What fascinated him was her vulva, because she was all skin and bone, it seemed to extend from her body, her labia now open and showing its pink interior.

She had been correct he found, even with his finger covered in saliva, her cunt was tight and dry. As gentle as he was, he knew he would hurt her if he applied to much pressure. He glanced around hastily, looking for anything that may help when his eyes alighted on her moisturiser.

He grabbed the tub and got a dollop on his fingers, rubbing it into his hand and smearing it all around her genitals and partially inside her pussy. He applied a slight pressure and was rewarded as his finger gradually slid inside her cunt, now that he had got some lubrication in there, he dipped his fingers once more into the tub and forced more of it inside her.

His fingers now slid easily in and out of her cunt as she moaned loudly, her hand still firmly gripping his cock as she slid his skin back and forth. His mouth went to her teat, his tongue swirling around her nipple while his finger could tell that her natural lubrication had kicked in as he fingered her a little faster and watched her arousal intensify. Because her skin seemed to have shrunk over the years, the hood of her clitoris had drawn back leaving it permanently exposed. It seemed large compared to his sister and mothers, and as he gently rubbed it, she bucked her hips and swore loudly.

The constant attention she was giving his cock was bringing him close to ejaculating, and so he stopped her hand, removing it from his member as he slid down the bed. Jordon opened her legs wider as he lay between them. He could smell the moisturiser and her juices as he moved his mouth closer to her cunt and then the tip of his tongue slid across her clit.

Dorothy swore like a trooper, her bony legs gripping his head as her fingers, tangled in his hair, pulled his face closer. She was stronger than he realised as she ground her cunt against his mouth, all the while mouthing obscenities.

'Shit...Fuck.... Suck my fucking cunt.'

She suddenly went rigid, the veins standing out on her neck and her tits flopping about as she climaxed. Jordon had to keep telling her to 'Hush,' fearing that his mother would hear his granny's cries and come to investigate.

As her body started to relax, Jordon took the opportunity to get another dollop of cream and rub it into his shaft. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slowing as he raised her legs and shuffled between them, placing the head of his cock against her open pussy lips. Gently and slowly he eased himself inside her, Dorothy's eyes coming open as his cock filled her cunt.

'Oh lordy! You're going to split me in two,' she said as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her quim.

He was slow and considerate, fearful of hurting her. But she was tougher than he realised as she grabbed his buttocks, pulling him into her cunt with each thrust until she climaxed. Her fingers clawing at her bedsheets as she raised her hips each time his cock slammed into her quim. Jordon felt that final twitch of his throbbing member and then emptied his sack into her, several spurts of spunk hitting the back of her cunt as he forgot to be gentle and just pounded her love hole.

As he lay next to her, she wrapped her scrawny body around him, totally fulfilled. It had been nearly ten years since she had last got herself fucked and she had accepted the fact that in all probability, she would never get fucked again. Her grandson had breathed new life into her, having forgotten what it was like to have a cock once again sliding in and out of her cunt.

'Thank you, thank you, my darling boy, you have made me a complete woman again.'

Jordon had thoroughly enjoyed shagging her. All right, she was never going to win a 'Miss World' contest, but there was something quite arousing about her skinny body.

'You do not need to thank me, gran, I enjoyed every moment of it. So much so, that if you are happy to let me, then I would love to come and fuck you whenever you want.'

It must have been around four in the morning when he awoke, his grandmother next to him was sleeping soundly. He quietly slipped from her bed and collected his clothing before getting dressed in the lounge, tiptoeing from her flat and heading for his bedroom. As he passed through the kitchen, the room seemed exceptionally light and he glanced out of the window. He had expected to see a full moon, instead, he found it was snowing steadily, about a foot of snow had already fallen. The garden looked breath-taking in its white coat, still unmarked by the clear crisp layer.

Going upstairs, he crept into Melissa's room, standing at the foot of her bed as he watched her sleep. She had pushed her quilt down and it was obvious that she slept naked because her cute breasts were plainly on show. Kneeling at the side of the bed, he blew gently on her face, her hand moving as she tried to brush away whatever was disturbing her. He persisted until her she opened her eyes and peered at him sleepily.

'Get up and get dressed,' he said very quietly, 'Oh and by the way, you have great tits.' He winked at her as he got up and left the room, while she became aware that her top half was exposed.

Next, he entered his sisters' room, only this time, as he knelt by the side of her bed, he pulled her quilt lower and ran his tongue over one nipple resulting in a long drawn out 'Mmmm.'

Smiling to himself, he blew across her rapidly hardening teat, before tickling it once more. Sally's eyes opened, slowly focusing on his face.

She uttered another 'Mmmm,' as she pulled her quilt back, inviting him to join her.

'Behave, get dressed, put on something warm.' He kissed her forehead before making his way to his room.

By the time he had pulled on a warm jumper and thick socks Melissa was stood quietly outside her room, she seemed extremely bashful as she asked him, 'How long were you watching me?'

Jordon teased her as he realised, she could not dispute what he said, 'Long enough to see what you have to offer. I think that makes us quits now, as I said before, very nice tits,' he winked at her again as his sister joined them.

Quietly, he led the girl's downstairs, the house still in darkness. As he brought them into the kitchen, they both commented at how light it was and then gasped with delight as they looked out of the window. For the next two hours, they chased each other around the garden. They had snowball fights, which Jordon lost badly, as the two girls ganged up against him. They built a snowman in the middle of the large lawn area, and still, the flakes kept coming, slowly covering the footprints they had already made.

The noise they were making increased so that by six-thirty their mother and grandmother were stood together by the patio doors watching them before she called them in for some breakfast. His mother had made everyone a "Full English" which they devoured with gusto while she asked what they had planned for the day. Christmas was five days away and she still had a couple of chores to complete.

'Sally do you mind giving me a hand for an hour, I just need to get some last bits and pieces.' Sally nodded her head, 'Of course mum, I'm sure Jordon can look after Melissa,' she said smiling at Jordon wickedly.

Lucille agreed, 'You don't mind do you, Jordon,' in effect giving him no chance to refuse.

His mother and sister had just left, and his grandmother was watching some boring program on the television

'Fancy a walk?' He asked Melissa, noting that she seemed subdued without his sister by her side.

They donned their coats once more, wrapping scarves around their necks and pulling on leather gloves. He led her across the gardens and through the treeline before giving her a helping hand over the fence and up the slight banking. Bit by bit he got her talking, the fact that he had now seen her partially naked seemed to have diminished her previous infatuation.

She followed him as they crossed several fields, the snow for the moment had stopped and the morning was crisp and clear. They had covered several miles when the sky began to darken, Jordon looked up as the first snowflake landed on his nose. As Melissa finally found her confidence, he began to enjoy her company, it seemed they had similar likes and she had a natural knack for telling jokes which had him in stitches.

They had completed a circuitous route and were on the way back when it started to snow heavily, making it quite difficult to see where they were going. Jordon knew they were not far from the coppice and so headed in that direction, the tree's suddenly appearing from the whiteout.

Beneath the sparse canopy, they found a small amount of protection, Melissa shivered a little, starting to feel the cold. Jordon found one of the larger tree's and put his back against it, sheltering from the wind.

'Come here,' he said, and wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm. His nose picked up the scent of her shampoo and her perfume as he held her close. She was still shivering and so he unzipped his coat, opening it wide and pulling her in against him, before wrapping it back around her. She rested her head on his chest and he felt the heat rising from her body as she cracked a joke which made him chuckle as she turned her face upwards, gazing at him. Her dark hair and colouring accentuated her looks, she was very pretty, her lips full and shiny, before he realised what he was doing, he had kissed her.

'I'm sorry Melissa, that wasn't very fair of me.' She had been as surprised as he was as their lips had met. The kiss had been soft, his arms holding her close to him. There had been no tongues nor hands exploring her body, it was purely a kiss of affection, something she had waited so long for.

'It's OK, these things happen,' she replied, 'I won't hold you to anything.'

He still held her tight, shielding her from the cold wind.

'Look, Jordon, you know how I feel about you, and I realise that I've been a pain lately. But just because you have kissed me, doesn't mean we are suddenly in a relationship.

'If something happens in the future, then I will be the happiest person alive, and if it doesn't, then so be it.' She explained to him with a hint of sadness in her voice.

The snow had let up for the moment and she took the opportunity to wriggle from his arms, 'Come on, we had better get back, and don't worry, I won't be saying anything to Sally.'

Both his mother and sister had returned by the time they got back indoors, and Sally seemed to be looking for an opportunity to ask him something.

'Well, did you?'

Jordon feigned ignorance, 'Did I what?'

'Did you bloody kiss her, you, idiot?' Thumping him on his arm as his downcast eyes told her everything she needed to know.

Christmas Eve had finally arrived, and his mum and gran were ensconced in front of a roaring fire, watching old movies on the television. Mel and Sal were wrapping last-minute presents, their laughter loud, as they shared some private joke. The snow had eventually stopped and as he walked across the garden, he looked up at the clear blue sky with its wintery sun.

He set off across the field at a brisk pace, loving the feel of the cold air as he inhaled, watching the little cloud of vapour as he breathed out. He had covered several miles around the edge of town when suddenly he heard a dog bark and a rotund Labrador came bounding up, wagging its tail briskly. Its owner was still a couple of hundred yards off yet, and he ruffled the dog's fur as they came towards him.

'We meet again, toy-boy,' she laughed, it was hard to recognise Sylvia beneath the fur-collared coat and the furry hat.

'Hello, it seems we are destined to keep meeting, perhaps someone is trying to tell us something?' He joked.

Jordon walked through the snow with her, the Labrador, who was called Max, continually bounding ahead as it sniffed here and there. As they crossed the field, the only sound at first was the crunch of their boots in the crisp virgin layer and an occasional bark from the dog.

'So, what brings you out here?' she asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders, 'I needed to clear my head, and perhaps meet someone interesting,' he replied, teasing her.

Sylvia gave him a look of disbelief, 'I'm anything but interesting.'

'Depends on your perspective,' he countered, 'Anyway, I'm not your toy boy...... yet, my name is Jordon, and if no one else does, I at least find you interesting.'

She laughed, 'You know we can't carry on meeting like this, people will talk.'

'How can I get to know you if we don't carry on meeting?' Jordon asked, feeling comfortable in her company as they walked. He had managed this time, not to put his foot in his mouth, and as they strolled together his confidence grew.

'Are you flirting with me, Jordon?'

He took a moment before he answered, 'Yes, I believe I am.'

'What makes you think that an older woman would be interested in a youngster like you?' She asked him,

'Maybe for the same reason that a young man, may find a slightly older woman, attractive. Is there something that says you can only be gorgeous up to a certain age?' He countered.

Sylvia admitted to herself that she was impressed by him, this time he had not floundered about as on the last two occasions. He had matched her comment for comment, and she could see that he would easily have the girls eating out of his hand.

'You sound extremely confident, Jordon, that I would in any way be interested.'

Now it was Jordon's turn to laugh, 'I'm far from confident,' he replied, 'It's not the cold making me shiver, it's the nerves.' She did not believe him for one moment, if anyone was nervous, it was her. Here was a young man, nearly young enough to be her son, chatting her up, things like that did not happen in her life.

'Would you not be better with someone of your own age?' The question hadn't come out exactly as she had intended, and she could tell that his laugh was tinged with irony.

'There is a young woman sat in my home at this very moment, who would like nothing more, than for me to return and ask her out. Most people, if they saw her, would think me mad for not doing so.

'But it would not last, and I like her too much, to see her hurt in a few months when it ends.'

Sylvia was puzzled, 'How do you know it will end, perhaps she is the one?'

Jordon just sounded sad as he continued, 'Because it always ends, the same as all the rest have done because what I want from someone, does not seem to come from females of my age!'

'And what is it you want?' Sylvia was intrigued to hear his answer.

'I want someone who has seen something of life, who realises that it can't all be a fairy tale. Who will tell me to beggar off when they are that way inclined? Someone who intrigues me but has a mind of their own, someone who has an air of mystery about them.'

She was laughing, the laugh that was husky and sexy all in one. 'Jordon, I am none of those things, what about me, is possibly intriguing?'

'Your laugh is,' he told her 'Every time I hear it, I get a shiver down my spine, and I want to know why?'

They had very nearly come full circle and Jordon could see his home off in the distance.

Sylvia was speaking, 'Say hypothetically, something did happen, and then the first time you saw this person undressed, it was not what you imagined?'

He blushed slightly as he smiled 'Perhaps I have already seen this hypothetical person undressed, that is how I know how utterly gorgeous she is.'

Sylvia had stopped, the look on her face telling him she was not happy with something about his comment, 'Do you know what a woman looks for in a man, Jordon?

'Trust, a man who lies, can't be trusted. A man who lies will do so about anything, not a trait that I would ever tolerate.'

She started to walk away from him, and he had to run to catch her up. He had become overconfident and his mouth had got him into trouble. He had to do something if this was not to be the end.

'Sylvia, I'm not lying to you, I'm asking you to trust me for a little bit longer and to take a small detour.'

Her look told him that if he fucked this up, she would not be speaking to him anytime soon. She followed him across the adjacent field, and he noticed her looking around as though the location was bringing back memories. As they approached the back of his home, he stopped, leaning on one of the fence stoops.

'This is where I live.' His arms went wide as he indicated the fence-line.

'We had just moved in and I was exploring the grounds when a heard a woman cry out. What was I supposed to do? I thought she was in some difficulty. So, I came to check, and when I got here, I realised that she was not crying out in pain.'

Sylvia seemed stunned as she looked around her, 'How much did you see Jordon?'

'I saw everything. I saw an Angel.'

'I never saw you,' Sylvia stuttered; her face had gone red as she blushed profusely.

'You wouldn't have done,' he replied, 'You seemed to be enjoying yourself and I thought it manners not to disturb you.

'But I could not get the image out of my head, that I had just seen the most perfect creature I could imagine.'

In Sylvia's head, all the comments, the little nuances, the clues all came together. His comment 'I thought I was in heaven and saw an angel,' made her blush even more as she suddenly understood his meaning.

'Who have you told?' She asked him nervously.

Jordon shook his head.

'I wanted to meet you and get to know you, that was never going to happen if I told all and sundry, so I have never told anyone.'

She wanted to believe him, he aroused and scared her at the same time. She remembered who she had been with that day, and it was certainly not her husband.

'Look, Sylvia, I am being as truthful as I can. I would love to get to know you, but that decision must be yours. Ultimately, you can just tell me to bugger off. If you do, then I promise, I will not trouble you anymore, and what I saw that day, will always remain a secret.

'And now, I had better let you get back to your family.' Jordon leant forward and kissed her on the cheek as he turned to leave, 'Merry Christmas Sylvia.'

She grabbed his hand, stopping him and spinning him back around, her arms went around his neck as her lips came closer, finally meeting his own as she kissed him. It was slow and warm and arousing and everything he hoped her kiss would be.

'I couldn't let you go without your Christmas present, could I, have a merry Christmas Jordon. And if you happen to be out this way on Boxing day, say ten-o-clock......well who knows.'

Having returned home, Jordon just spent the rest of the day lounging around the house. Slowly a plan formulated in his head. It was now just a case of seeing if he could put it into practice, convinced that it would work as he fell asleep that night.

Christmas day was the same every year, and not one of them ever wanted to change it. As youngsters, they would have been awake and up, well before six. As adults, they took the chance of a couple more hours, everyone coming downstairs around about eight.

They all sat around in pyjamas and dressing gowns as their mother prepared bacon sandwiches, which would be eaten as presents and gifts were exchanged and opened. After that, they would take it in turns as they went and got washed and dressed. By 10-o-clock, the television was usually on in the corner, even though no one was taking any notice of it as they chatted and had their first drink of the day. This year Lucille had purchased several bottles of champagne, and everyone was feeling squiffy after a couple of glasses.

Dinner was normally around two and as in every previous year, there was far too much food, trouser and skirt buttons being undone as they left the table. The rest of the day was spent watching films and playing games, boxes of chocolates were spread around the lounge as well as titbits for everyone to pick at.

Gran insisted on watching the Queen's speech, Jordon teasing her that they would have to stand to attention at the end. Tea-time was normally at six-thirty, even though everyone insisted they were not hungry, Lucille still made sandwiches to go with the considerable amount of alcohol they continued to consume.

Jordon later recalled that he had enjoyed the day spent in Melissa's company, she made him laugh all the time, and since he had kissed her, she had relaxed and had for the moment, stopped pining after him.

It was to one and all, how they spent the day every year, it was a magical day of family, fun and overindulgence, probably a good job that it only happened once a year. Their grandmother Dorothy, retired at just after ten, considerably the worse for wear. Jordon was always astonished at the number of drinks she could consume without falling over.

His mother was the next to vanish at eleven-thirty, giving him a wink as she kissed them all goodnight. Sally and Mel were starting to doze at opposite ends of the couch when he woke them, telling both to go up to bed.

It was after midnight and Christmas Day was officially over for another year. He thought back to how things had changed. His mother, his sister and then his grandmother, all becoming at some point, his sexual partner. Hopefully soon, he would add another name to that list, all he had to do, was to make sure that none of them ever discovered the truth.

He had settled down to watch the end of a film when his phone buzzed, picking it up, he wondered who could be messaging at this time on Boxing Day morning.

Glancing at the message, he smiled to himself, 'My room 02:00, I haven't given you my present yet! Love, Mum.'

He wondered what she had in store for him, besides the obvious. By one-o-clock, he could feel his eyes closing; he needed to move otherwise he was going to end up falling asleep. He donned his coat and boots before switching off all the downstairs lights and exiting by the back door. It was bitterly cold outside and at least no more snow had fallen, but everywhere he looked was still covered by the stuff, footprints crisscrossing the garden as people had passed back and forth.

He did a tour of the perimeter, standing for a while gazing out across the field. The chill had now brought him fully awake, glancing at his watch he made his way back home, entering by the same door. The house was quiet as he tip-toed upstairs, going into his bedroom first and changing into his pyjama bottoms and a vest top. He didn't close his bedroom door completely, fearing that any noise would wake the girls. He passed their rooms hardly daring to breathe and made his way to the end of the corridor and his mother's bedroom. Opening the door softly and slowly, he slid around it before gently shutting it behind him. He had the sense to slip the lock into position as a precaution, the last thing he needed was another close shave.

Lucille was sat at her dressing table as he entered. She finished checking her makeup and hair before standing and turning around to face him. Jordon was astonished. Over the years she had barely bothered but as he now saw her in the light of her bedside lamps, she looked stunning, for a moment he was lost for words.

'Wow, you look gorgeous.'

Slowly, she untied the belt of her robe but kept it pulled around her.

'I didn't know what to get to for Christmas this year, so I hoped that you might like this.' As she spoke, she pulled her robe open.

Jordon's mouth dropped open and he thought his eyes would pop out of his head. His mother stood there in black lingerie; the bra cut incredibly low. Supporting only the bottom part of her breasts, it left the remainder, including her nipples, exposed.

Her panties were little more than a slender thong and at a guess, he would say that she had shaved her pubes, as there was no sign of wispy tendrils. Her legs were covered in black stockings, attached to the suspender belt around her hips.

'I don't need to ask if you approve,' she said with a giggle as she glanced down at his erect cock which had already burst from his pyjama bottoms.

She shrugged the robe from her shoulders as he advanced towards her, naked by the time he took her in his arms, his cock feeling hot to her skin as it pushed against her belly. Their mouths locked together, the kiss urgent as their tongues tangled, his hands roaming up and down her skin as he stroked her hips and waist. All the while they were moving upwards until they grasped her ribcage, his thumbs rubbing at her now erect nipples. As she tilted her head back in pleasure, he kissed her neck before sweeping her up and depositing her on the bed.

His mouth continued across her chest, latching on to each one of her teats in turn as he crushed them between his lips, nipping them gently between his teeth. The attention he bestowed on her breasts triggered her initial minor climax as she stretched out, groaning softly, her senses ignited.

Allowing her no respite, his mouth continued across her belly and down to the thin lacy edge of her panties. Carefully, he stroked her through the thin material, already damp from her first secretions. Lucille was hot, and she was wet, she wanted his cock, but he kept her hands from it as he continued to tease and arouse her.

Sliding between her legs, he could smell her musk and kissed her cunt lips through the damp material. There wasn't a lot to move, a minute piece of satin, but nevertheless, he eased it to one side as his tongue licked her labia.

He was conscious that she was no longer quiet, hoping that the noise would not carry to the girl's bedrooms. His hands stroked the nylon of her outer thighs as his lips showered kisses across the bare flesh of her inner thigh. His head turned from one to the other, with each turn, he would plant a kiss on her now moist open cunt. She would lift her hips each time his mouth encountered her genitals, and then she emitted a loud cry as his tongue penetrated her cunt, licking and lapping at her sensitive internals.

Jordon cradled her buttocks, lifting her slightly from the mattress and pulling her cheeks apart. His mouth was glued to her vagina as he alternated between her cunt and clit, feeling her begin to shudder, his thumb pressing and rubbing at her anus.

He had never touched her there before, but she appeared to respond to the pressure as his digit slipped inside and she exploded with another climax, her nails digging into the sheet as she scrunched it in her fist. Her hips bucked, his head moving with them, refusing to be stopped from giving her as much pleasure as he could. Eventually, she managed to push his head away, her clitoris too sensitive. Each tiny contact made her muscles spasm as she gulped down much-needed air, aware that she was covered in sweat on such a cold night.

Sliding up the bed, he lay beside her as she rested her head on his chest and her breathing slowed, watching his cock still standing proud and erect in front of her face.

'Do you realise how easy it would be to fall in love with you Jordon?'

His fingers ran through her hair as she playfully twanged his shaft, making it swing back and forwards.

He spoke quietly to her, 'If the world was different mum, then I would already have beaten you to it. I love you, in ways that a son shouldn't, unfortunately, those feelings must never be allowed to surface, it would be too dangerous.'

Lucille laughed, 'Not me you bloody idiot. There are plenty of girls out there who would happily fall in love with you, at some point you are going to have to give them a chance.'

'I love what we have. I have had more sex with you in the last eighteen months than I have had most of my life. But I'm not stupid enough to think it can go on forever.'

'What are you doing for New Year?'

'Would it be OK if I borrowed the apartment, I was thinking of going into the city for New Year's Eve and wondered if it was alright if I stayed there?' Jordon asked.

'Of course, it is, use it whenever you want. The keys are in the bureau, tucked in the back. In fact, why don't you get a set cut, then you can go there whenever you need too. I'm sure Mel would like to go out at New Year.'

She straddled his hips, her cunt rubbing against his cock as she slid back and forwards, her juice lubricating his shaft.

'You know you looked like the perfect couple! To......day.'

The sentence was drawn out because he had somehow managed to insert his cock, and as she slid backwards, it had filled her cunt.

'I'm sorry,' he laughed, 'I didn't quite catch that, anyway, I've got this nympho of a mother to take care of first.'

Lucille surrendered herself to him as he fucked her slowly. He was well practised now at arousing her, but then keeping her waiting right on the edge. So that when he finally rammed his cock into her with intensity, she was like a dam bursting. The sudden surge, as every nerve in her body, went into overdrive.

Jordon had to pull her down and kiss her as he buried his cock deep inside her cunt, his hot cream coating her insides, if he hadn't, Lucille would have woken the entire house.

He could not remember what time they fell asleep, but it was after they had tried several other positions. What he did know, as he opened his eyes was that the clock next to the bed said eight.

'Shit, eight-o-clock! Other people in the house may already be up and about and he was still in his mother's bed,' he panicked.

He jumped out and started pulling on his clothes as he shook her gently, 'Mum, you need to wake up,' she stared at him through bleary eyes, 'What time is it?' She asked sleepily.

When she heard him say eight, her eyes shot open, 'Is there anyone up yet?'

Jordon was whispering, 'I need to get back to my room before anyone notices. If anyone looks in there, they will see that my bed has not slept in all night.'

His heart was going like the clappers as he eased her door open and listened carefully, the house still seemed quiet as he dashed for his bedroom. He had almost made it when his sisters door opened and she stepped onto the landing, noticing him immediately.

'Where did you get to last night?' She asked, 'I came to your room and you were not there, nor were you in Melissa's room, I checked.'

His mind raced as he tried to come up with a reason for his absence.

'I came up but couldn't settle, so I went for a walk around the garden and then watched television. I ended up falling asleep on the couch.'

Sally seemed to accept his explanation as he breathed a sigh of relief. What he did not know was that she had noticed when she went to his room, that his bed was still made and unruffled. She had also gone downstairs during the night and checked for his presence, Jordon was not to be seen and why had he been coming from their mother's room this morning?

After washing and dressing, he checked his watch before putting on his coat and boots, slipping from the house and across the garden and disappearing into the treeline. Emerging on the other side, he climbed the fence and crossed the first field, waiting on the far side and looking into the distance. He was unaware that he was being watched. Sally having observed him getting dressed and going out, had, as he reached the far end of the garden, decided to follow him.

Moving cautiously and trying to be as quiet as possible she made her way through the tree's, it had been difficult, the snow crunching and twigs breaking as she went. Fortunately, he seemed preoccupied with getting somewhere and did not hear her. She waited as she saw him cross the field and stop, wondering what he was waiting for.

Jordon heard the dog barking before he saw her, Max coming bounding up with his tail wagging furiously, jumping up at him to be stroked. As he ruffled the dog's fur, Sylvia came into view, dressed in the same hat and coat as Christmas Eve.

'Hello Jordon,' she said mischievously as he leant in and gave her a peck on her lips.

'I'm afraid I haven't got as long today before I need to get back, should we walk?' She linked her arm through his as they strolled across the field.

Sally was curious, who was that woman? And why had Jordon sneaked out to come and meet her, is that where he had been last night, she wondered to herself?

She was already frozen and realised that if she tried to follow them, she would easily be spotted against the snow-covered fields, so turned around making her way back to the house.

He decided that Sylvia felt nice on his arm as they strolled together.

'Well toy-boy,' she started, 'Where do we go from here. I can't invite you back to mine, not with a husband and children. What about you?' Jordon explained his circumstances, giving her a brief rundown of what had gone on in the past.

'Of course,' Sylvia said, 'That is where I know your mum's name from, it really must have been awful for you all.'

Jordon shrugged his shoulders, 'We have come through it, and anyway, perhaps if it had not happened, I would not have met you.'

He did say the sweetest things at times she decided, it was the way his words came out, totally uncontrived and sounding as though he honestly meant every word.

'What are you doing Saturday?' He asked, 'Perhaps, you might be going into the city to see if there is anything that takes your fancy in the sales?

'You never know, you might meet someone on the station who is also waiting for the ten-thirty train.'

Sylvia stopped and looked at him, 'What have you been planning?' She asked with a smile.

His reply was said so innocently that perhaps she should reconsider his ability to manipulate her. 'Nothing, I just thought that if you met someone, you could have a look around the shops together, and then maybe he happens to know of somewhere where you could go and grab a coffee and get warm.'

She looked at him in disbelief, 'How long have you been planning this Jordon?'

His face showed the faintest trace of a smile, 'Since the first time I saw you,' was his reply.

There were no prying eyes on the way back as he kissed her passionately and said goodbye. 'Perhaps I may see you on Saturday,' he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

As Sylvia made her way home, she felt a warm sensation inside. Her married life was not the best, it was probably why, every so often she would cheat on her husband. She sensed Jordon was different than the others had been, for a start he seemed to have a genuine affection for her. Whatever he had planned for this weekend, he had put some thought into, he wasn't just expecting her to drop her knickers in a field.

Once he was home, Jordon went to find his mother, pulling her to one side as he spoke quietly to her.

'I'm going to go into the city tomorrow and make sure the apartment is OK and get some keys cut. On Saturday I'm meeting someone there and no it's not Melissa, at least not yet. We may use the apartment and I may be back late if that's alright.'

Lucille gave him a warm smile, tinged he presumed with a little disappointment that it was not Melissa, she seemed determined to push the two of them together.

'Of course, it is Jordon,' she whispered back, 'You have a good time, I'll put some money in your account in case you need it and be careful.' Jordon knew exactly what she meant by that.

Boxing Day in a way had always seemed a little bit of an anti-climax, the big day had gone, most places were still closed, and the excitement had passed.

At home it was a more subdued repeat of Christmas Day, his mother would lay the table out with cold joints of meat, sausage rolls and pies along with salads and dips so that everyone could eat when they felt like it.

Then she and his grandmother would be sat engrossed in the television, watching more Christmas films and shedding a tear at some weepy that was being shown for the three hundredth time. He, Sally and Melissa chatted and played silly games throughout the day, but he got the impression that his sister was itching to say something to him.

He was coming out of the bathroom when she collared him.

'Who's your lady friend, is that where you were last night, I know you were not in the house, I checked everywhere?' She had a grin spread across her face at having found him out.

'Were you following me, Sally?' He asked, not happy at the prospect.

'I was going to come for a walk with you, but then when I saw you meet her, I thought I had better give you some space. Is she nice?' Sally asked, wanting to know the ins and outs of a cat's backside.

'I've only just met her,' he said, 'And I really like her. There is a slight problem though, which is why I have had to be discreet; she's married.'

Sally's mouth was gaping open with surprise, 'Bloody hell Jordon, you're taking a risk aren't you, what if her husband finds out.'

Jordon shrugged his shoulders, hopefully, he thought, that would not happen.

'You be careful,' she cautioned. 'And make sure you come back in one piece; I haven't had my fill of you yet.'

Her hand had grasped his crotch as she rubbed him vigorously, already achieving a bulge and planted a smacker on his lips. She giggled as she pushed him towards the stairs, 'I'm sure Melissa will be happy to see you again,' indicating her handiwork.

The next morning, he was up early to catch the train into the city. His mother was the only one who had so far visited, and he had got directions from her, reminding himself that there may be short cuts from the main shopping areas, as she had been driving.

Coming out of the station, he walked into the centre which only took him a couple of minutes, and then using the sat-nav on his phone, he walked to the apartment. It was easy to find, only being five minutes from the city centre, as he stood outside looking up, he felt overwhelmed at the splendour of the building.

This was not your common or garden city flat, this was a proper posh apartment building. With trepidation, he pulled the keys from his pocket and approached the front door. There were several keys on the bunch, and it took him a moment of trying several before he found the correct one. Once inside the foyer, he was faced with a second door, at least he knew which key it wasn't. It clicked open as he approached and as he went through, he was met by a reception.

'Good Morning Sir, can I help you?'

Jordon explained who he was and that he had just come to check everything as he would be visiting tomorrow with a guest. The man at reception, whose name was Robert, explained all the protocols and where everything was, before showing him up to the apartment.

'I remember Mr Wilson,' he said, and Jordon thought he caught a note of disdain in his voice'

'If it is alright with you sir, I shall call you Master Jordon for the moment.' Jordon was going to insist that he just used his first name, but Robert was adamant that he would adhere to the protocols.

Using the lift, Robert took him to the fourth floor and showed him to the door of the apartment.

'If there is anything you need sir, just call down. Will you have female company tomorrow sir?' He asked.

Jordon confirmed that he would have a lady with him and that her name was Sylvia.

'Very good sir, so that is Master Jordon and Miss Sylvia for tomorrow.'

Jordon was about to tip him, but Robert would have none of it.

'That's incredibly good of you sir, but there is no need, it is all part of the service.'

Jordon thanked him for his assistance, 'Do you mind if I ask Robert, what do you drink?'

'I'm a Brandy man, sir.' He replied as he turned, making his way back to the lift.

Jordon's first job was to explore the apartment, from the front door, a corridor stretched straight down to the lounge, which boasted a large plate glass window giving views across the city. At one end of the lounge was an open plan kitchen with a six-seater dining table and a large wine cabinet which appeared to be well-stocked. Going back into the corridor, doors opened into a bathroom, a guest bedroom and then the master bedroom with en-suite.

'Bloody hell,' thought Simon, 'So this is how the other half lives.'

Somehow in his head, he had been expecting a cold flat, not this height of luxury. It was already cosy and warm, he presumed it was Roberts job to ensure its occupants were pampered to the extreme.

He went back downstairs and asked Robert for directions to the nearest shops.

'What would you like Sir,' he enquired.

Jordon told him what he was looking for.

'Very good Sir, leave it to me and I will get it sent around,'

Jordon was going to ask about paying for the stuff when Robert continued, 'Your mother phoned to say I should expect you and that anything you needed should be put on the account, a very nice lady, your mother.'

Jordon thanked him, 'Could you also get me a bottle of Brandy please Robert, I'll leave the choice up to you.'

As he made his way back up to the apartment, he must remember to have a word with his mother he thought. This place must cost a fortune, and Sylvia was going to wet herself when he brought her here at the weekend.

About forty minutes had passed when there came a knock on the door, he opened it to find Robert waiting outside.

'Your items Sir,' handing the bags to Jordon, he was turning to leave when Jordon stopped him.

'Sorry Robert, this is for you. Thank you for making me feel welcome and for everything you have done.' He said as he handed the fancy bottle of Brandy over, 'Though I'm sure if my grandmother were here, she would fight you for it.'

Robert smiled, 'Thank you very much, sir, your grandmother must be a very formidable lady.'

Jordon laughed, 'She certainly is Robert, she certainly is.'

Back home, he could hardly wait for the next morning, his nervous energy having him constantly on the move. He was in the kitchen when his mother came in.

'Jordon, for God's sake, calm down, be yourself and I'm sure everything will go perfectly.'

He tried to relax but was too much on edge, even going out for a walk did not make him feel any easier.

He went up to his room, stretching out on his bed but within minutes, Sally had popped her head around the door.

'I have never seen you so nervous about meeting a woman before,' she laughed.

'Who says I'm meeting a woman,' he countered.

'Well, you ain't this nervous about going for a "Big Mac" so it must be a woman.'

She sat on the edge of his bed and lowered her voice, 'I could help you relax if you wanted,' her hand starting to move up his thigh

'Better still, I bet I could persuade Melissa to come and join me, the two of us would make you relax.'

He told her politely to 'bugger off',' as she left his room laughing loudly.

Jordon had gone to bed early, he was not as nervous as everyone seemed to presume, he was simply impatient. So far, he had only managed short periods with Sylvia, tomorrow hopefully, he would have her to himself for most of the day.

Even the sex seemed unimportant; he just desperately needed that time in her company as they got acquainted. By ten-o-clock, he was fast asleep, his mother looking in on him as she passed. Sally did the same when she came to bed, undecided whether once the house was quiet, to join him.

The next morning when he awoke, the wintery sun was beaming in through his bedroom window, the snow still covered everything in sight, but he could see that it was beginning to melt in places. The house was still sleeping when he went and showered, returning to his room, he was undecided as to what to wear.

Normally it would have been jeans and his boots in this weather, but today he decided on smart but casual, picking out some trousers and a shirt. Once dressed, he retrieved his "Crombie" overcoat from the wardrobe, draping it across his bed, ready for later.

He was downstairs by nine-o-clock, pacing back and forwards, raring to get going. Glancing out of the lounge window, he decided that the shoes he was going to wear were not ideally suited to the weather outside and so rang for a taxi at ten past ten. It was only a two-minute journey, getting him to the station in plenty of time. No matter how many times he looked at the clock, the hands refused to move any faster, the time seemingly dragging.

Finally, he saw the car pull up at the bottom of the drive. He could hear movement upstairs as his family began to surface. Letting himself out the front door, he closed it quietly behind him, not wanting to draw attention, the journey to the station taking only minutes.

He was glad he had called the cab, while the fields around them had still been white, the roads into town had turned to slush with the constant traffic, and his feet would have been wet through by the time he made it.

Jordon paid the cabbie and entered the station purchasing himself a ticket into the city, it felt warm enough when he was in the sun, but out on the platform, a cold breeze blew through the station. Looking up and down, there were another couple of women standing around; the weather it seemed was keeping most people indoors.

He had his back to the entrance when he heard the clip-clop of a woman's heels as they came onto the platform and then hesitate. As he turned around, she caught sight of him and slowly made her way to where he was stood. She was dressed in a skirt and thigh length winter jacket; her legs clad in black leather boots.

She gave him a shy smile, 'Someone looks very smart, I very nearly didn't recognise you.'

Jordon looked her up and down, 'Someone looks stunning,' he said quietly, not wanting to attract the attention of the other women.

On the train, while he sat next to her, he made sure he was not to close. You never knew who may recognise her and wonder who the young man was in her company. Alighting in the city, he allowed her to walk a couple of feet in front of him, all the while watching her bottom wiggle, she turned and saw him staring at her rear, blushing and telling him to behave.

They spent the first-hour shopping, she would point things out to him, and they would talk about their lives. One thing that she never discussed or mentioned, he noticed, was her husband and family. Jordon making a mental note that it seemed to be out of bounds.

She told him about her job and where she had come from before moving into the area, while he spoke of his life growing up and his studies at college.

She had picked up several items which Jordon offered to pay for, 'No thank you toy-boy, maybe in the future. Let's get to know each other first and see how it goes.'

By twelve-thirty, the cold wind had taken its toll.

'I could do with a hot drink,' she had said to him.

His face had given nothing away as he gave her two options, 'We can grab a coffee in the centre if you want to do some more shopping, or I know a place that's a little bit quieter.'

She wondered what he had planned as she opted for the "quieter place".

Moving to the edge of the pavement, he raised his arm and hailed a cab, opening the door for her as it pulled alongside and giving the driver the address. Sylvia sat back, asking where they were going, but Jordon just gave her a mysterious smile. The journey only took a couple of minutes, but Sylvia, looking out of the window could see that they were in the affluent part of the city.

The taxi drew up outside the apartments as Jordon jumped out and paid the driver, Sylvia staring up at the building, before giving him a puzzling look. He took her hand, leading her to the front door which he opened with a set of keys, ushering her inside, the inner door opened once the main door closed.

They approached the reception finding Robert on duty once again.

'Good Afternoon Master Jordon, Miss Sylvia. Not the best weather to be out and about, I hope you have managed to get everything you need?'

'Yes, thank you, Robert. Could you possibly order me a taxi for four-fifteen?' Jordon looked at Sylvia for confirmation.

'Certainly, sir, have a pleasant afternoon.'

Jordon led her to the lift and as they ascended, Sylvia looked completely astonished.

'Bloody hell Jordon, how much is this costing you, have you borrowed it off someone?'

He opened the door of the apartment, allowing her to enter first and then showing her through into the lounge. She stood looking out of the window at the view across the city, feeling completely overwhelmed. He came and stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

'I hope you like it. My family own it. Would you like a coffee, or there is wine in the cabinet in the kitchen? Or would you like something stronger?'

Sylvia requested coffee, exploring the apartment as he made them. She popped her head into the master bedroom, the bed was laid out with two robes and slippers. Checking the en-suite, there was a selection of sprays and deodorants as well as toothpaste and toothbrushes still in their wrappers.

She returned to the kitchen, 'Are we being a bit presumptuous Jordon?' She asked with a laugh.

He shook his head, 'No, we are taking precautions. I have no idea what you wanted to do today, we can go back out shopping or we can just sit and talk It does not matter to me, so long as I get to spend that time with you. But, if something did happen, would I want you returning home, smelling of me, no, so I see it as a precaution.'

Sylvia was impressed, no, she was more than impressed, she was full of admiration for him. No one had ever gone to this much trouble, simply for a few hours of her company. He had planned meticulously for her comfort, and to protect her, if she had not believed in angels before, she considered that she presently had a "guardian angel" looking after her.

She found herself enjoying his company, yes, he was young. But the way he acted, the way he spoke, it was as though he was many years older than he really was. He put her completely at her ease, continually making her laugh, even when he sometimes blundered, it was all part of his charm she found herself thinking.

When she had set out that morning, she had been undecided, his age a contributing factor, now, she unequivocally knew that her body wanted him, and wanted him badly.

She excused herself, making her way to the en-suite bathroom. When she returned, she was clad only in the robe.

'Are you not going to join me?' She asked innocently.

It took Jordon no time at all, finding her stood looking out of the window as he returned, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she rested her head on his chest.

He turned her slowly, Sylvia looking at him expectantly as he kissed her. She found it exhilarating, part of the attraction was that he did not attempt to touch any other part of her, most men by now would have grabbed her tits.

As they eventually broke apart, he took her hand, leading her towards the bedroom. He helped her onto the bed as she knelt in its centre, Jordon kneeling behind her. He kissed her earlobe and then her neck as he slid the robe from her shoulders before kissing her shoulders and across her back. His hands stroked her arms, moving downwards over her hands where he rested for a moment before she felt his fingers on her thighs. He continued down to her knee's before starting his return journey along her inner thighs, Sylvia opening her knee's wider, allowing him access to her soft centre.

She waited in anticipation for his touch which never came, he had got so near, his hand mere centimetres away, but instead of touching her there, he had moved past and onto her tummy.

His hands travelled upwards, tracing patterns across her rib cage until they reached the underside of her breasts. Again, it was the same, he touched underneath and to the sides, he even ran a single digit between her breasts, tracing the line of her cleavage.

All the time he was kissing her neck, her shoulders and back, his hands slid down her sides as he followed her curves. Gently stroking the sides of her buttocks before sliding back across her thighs and starting his journey all over again.

When his hand eventually, after several minutes, slipped between her thighs and alighted on her vagina, Sylvia felt as though a bomb had just gone off inside her. Her body shook, her thighs tightened on his hand as she squirmed and she found herself panting, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead as her arousal suddenly soared.

Her head swam.

'Fucking hell,' she thought, never had anyone got her to this point so quickly. She could feel her insides trembling as he pulled her against him, allowing her to compose herself.

His hand was still covering her vagina and she could feel his erect penis pushing into the small of her back and yet he had still not allowed her to glance it. Each time she moved, he moved with her. She tried to slide her hand between them, but he foiled her by pulling her tightly against him.

A single finger started to stroke her cunt, her lips opening like the petals of a flower, granting it access. The digit was soon covered in her juice's as they seeped from her and then she took a sharp intake of breath as he slid it inside her, slowly and gently fingering her cunt.

Sylvia felt his other hand which had been resting on her tummy move up and over her ribs, before finally cupping and squeezing her left breast.

She was too far gone to even contemplate stopping him, even if she had wanted to. Her chest heaved rapidly as she drew in much-needed air, his fingers twisting and stroking her nipples, as she continuously called his name.

Her emotions were in turmoil, one moment she felt like weeping, the next she wanted to scream as he aroused her to fever pitch. He had chosen his moment perfectly as he eased her forward so that she was knelt on all fours, pushing his cock down, she felt its tip meet her cunt and in one fluid movement, slid his shaft inside her moist tunnel.

Sylvia wanted to cry out and scream, suddenly realising, that she was doing just that. His cock slid in and out of her cunt, as he varied his momentum, leaning forward to shower her back and spine with kisses. His hands reached under her as he held her tits, squeezing and teasing her nipples.

She would have liked to stop herself so that she could allow him to catch her up, but he had control of her body and mind, sensing when she had reached her summit and tipping her over.

She felt his groin slapping against her buttocks as his cock was rammed into her, she was shaking again, trying to concentrate on supporting herself as her orgasm shook her soul, sending shockwaves to her brain, every touch on her skin causing her nerve endings to implode.

He had withdrawn his cock and eased her down, her brain refusing to move her body anymore because of the overload. Jordon lay beside her and eased his arm under her head and neck before cuddling her protectively. To Sylvia, it felt like she was alternating between sleep and awake and it took her a while before she was finally able to construct a sentence.

At that moment, no matter how irrational it felt, she loved him. At last, she was able to open her eyes, catching sight for the first time, of his cock jutting proud and erect from between his legs.

She took a deep breath, she had died and gone to heaven. No longer would she call him her toy-boy, no boy could ever turn her into the quivering wreck that she currently felt, that took a man.

Sylvia eased herself up, leaning on one arm so that she could look at him properly, her eyes took in his muscular chest and slim waist, travelling past his groin to his thighs and legs, but no matter how she tried, her gaze was drawn back to his jutting member.

'What have you done to me, Jordon?'

'Hopefully, not enough yet,' he chuckled.

Sylvia was momentarily scared, each time she had cheated, it had been to get back at her husband, or because she needed satisfying. Once it was over, she was happy never to see the other person again. She was scared now because, for the first time in her life, she wondered what it would feel like if Jordon did not want to see her again, the very thought making her eyes moisten.

She blinked the tear away, sure that he would not have noticed, but she did not yet know him well enough yet as he sat up sharply, full of concern.

'What's wrong, have I hurt you?' Jordon asked.

Sylvia forced a smile, 'It's nothing, I'm just being silly,' but he wouldn't let it go, convinced that he had done something to upset her.

Finally, she explained, 'I wondered what it would feel like if you said that you did not want to see me again after today and found that it hurt.'

Jordon took her hand, kissing the palm and holding it to his cheek, 'Now you know how I feel at the prospect of not seeing you again.'

Pulling her on top of him, he kissed the tears away from each of her eyes as his fingers ran through her blonde hair. He kissed the tip of her nose and then found her full juicy lips. Sylvia would have loved to just stay in that position all day, but she could feel his cock pushing urgently against her belly.

Sitting upright as she straddled his legs, she took her first opportunity to wrap her hand around his shaft, while the outer skin was soft and smooth, she could feel the rigidity within.

Sliding her hand up and down his length, she was amused at the way his eyes involuntary shut each time she touched its sensitive head, opening immediately as he refused to avert his gaze from her body.

She teased him incessantly, making him groan and his hips arch until she raised herself and moving forward, positioned his cock against her open cunt. Even though she had previously had him inside her, it still caused her to gasp as she impaled herself on his shaft, sinking slowly, until she felt her groin touch his.

Jordon held her in that position for a moment, as his gaze moved from the 'angel' tattoo to her face. His slight smile making her ask what he was thinking.

He shook his head, but she persisted. 'Don't get mad, but this is exactly how you were positioned, the first time I saw you.'

Sylvia leaned forward and kissed him, what was it about this young man that got to her, she wondered as she started to raise herself up and down his shaft

His hands fondled her breasts, they were easily as large as his sisters. Up close and naked Jordon could see that she carried not one ounce of fat, she was what his mates would describe as 'a perfect mature woman.'

Everything was in proportion, her legs and thighs were extremely shapely, her hips while wide, curved in perfectly to her waist. Yes, she had a bit of a tummy, but then so did his mother, probably a side effect of having children. And her tits were magnificent, especially at that moment as they hung down over his face, gratefully he took each of her nipples between his lips.

Sylvia was trying her best to make him cum, the trouble was that Jordon was doing the same. She was doing well until his thumb and finger found her clitoris, once exposed, his constant attention heightened her arousal. She slammed herself down on his cock, her climax was already underway as much as she had tried to stop it.

Each time she rose he would ram his cock into her cunt with such intensity that she could no longer control her orgasm. As she peaked and her juices flowed, he rolled her over onto her back, her legs and thighs opening wide. Towering over her, he ploughed her cunt with his cock. Watching as she stared at him, her mouth hanging open and her orgasm so intense that one ran into another as he reached his plateau, filling her cunt with his cream.

They lay side by side, both completely exhausted. For Jordon, she had been far better than he could ever have imagined, Sylvia was just too exhausted to think, a single word continuously emanating from her lips.

'Fuck......fuck......fuck......fuck......fuck.' She felt drained, covered in sweat, her inner thighs and cunt wet were with her juices. She could not remember a time when she had been shagged and satisfied to such an extent. When at last she was able to move, she rested her head on his chest, listening as his heart hammered away, and then gently slowing as he started to recover.

Jordon glanced at his watch and gently ruffled her hair, 'Sorry to do this, but its three-fifteen and the taxi will be here in an hour. I wasn't sure if you wanted to take a shower?'

Sylvia sat up, she didn't want to go but knew that neither of them had a choice.

'Are you going to join me?' She asked awkwardly.

'Try and stop me,' he said, mischievously, 'Though you may have to keep pushing my hands away.'

It made her laugh, but underlying it was a question she needed to ask.

Jordon beat her to it, 'I'm sorry, I have to ask, do we get to do this again?'

Her smile told him everything as she nodded enthusiastically.

They were ready with time to spare, and yes, she'd had to slap his hands away several times as he could not stop wanting to touch her.

Robert had just called the apartment to say the taxi was outside as Jordon stopped her by the front door.

'I may not get the chance once we step through,' he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her before escorting her downstairs.

'Good afternoon, Master Jordon, Miss Sylvia, I hope we see you again soon.' Robert said as he pushed the button which opened the inner door to them. Sylvia smiled and nodded shyly.

As he followed her out, Jordon asked, 'If you don't mind, I'll pay the taxi to take us straight back to town, I'm not quite ready yet to share you with a train full of passengers.'

She readily agreed, it beat the prospect of standing on a draughty platform.

Ensconced in the warmth of the cab, Jordon discretely held her hand, 'I know I've asked already, but it has not properly sunk in yet, are you certain that you want to repeat this?'

Sylvia looked down at their hands joined together, raising her head, she looked into his eyes, 'You try and stop me!'

The taxi dropped them in the town and Jordon walked her as far as he dared towards her home before handing over the bags of items she had bought.

Sylvia asked him for his phone number.

'Sorry, I can't give you mine. I can never be sure when it would be safe to phone me.'

Jordon completely understood, the last thing he wanted was for things to go wrong before they had started. Sylvia glanced around her several times, making sure that there was no one about before she pulled his face closer and kissed him.

'Thank you for today Jordon, it would take far too long to try and explain how you have made me feel, please rest assured, I will be in contact.'

With that she turned and walked away from him, heading for her home, she turned after a few moments and gave a little wave before carrying on her way.

As Jordon continued on his way home, he suddenly felt lost, as though part of him had been ripped away. Inside, he was supremely happy, it was just that feeling that without her, he was not complete.

Sylvia walked up the road towards her home, glad that she would be back with her children shortly, sad that Jordon was no longer with her. While outwardly she appeared normal, internally she was a nervous emotional wreck. What if she called and he did not answer? Yes, today had been fantastic, but how long before he got bored. He was a handsome young man, in all probability, most of the young girls in town would be trying to catch his eye. He had already mentioned one that had been staying with his family, at her age, how did she compete with them? She had reached her front door, taking a moment to compose herself before entering.

Arriving home, his mother tried not to pry, simply asking how his day had been. Sally, on the other hand, could not help herself, she wanted to know if he had shagged the woman, she had seen him with. The more someone else was getting, would mean less time he would spend fucking her.

She had managed to get away from Melissa for several moments, saying she was going to the bathroom, once upstairs she went to her brothers' room, just as he was getting changed. Barging in, she found him stood there naked and was unable to keep her hands off him.

Before he could even cover his bits, she had flung herself at him, her hand automatically reaching for his cock as she squeezed and slid her hand up and down its rapidly expanding length.

'Bloody hell Sally, someone could come in,' Jordon was trying to say.

But she was not listening, sinking to her knees, she pulled the skin back tightly on his cock. Looking at him mischievously, she opened her mouth and took the head of his prick between her lips, sucking and teasing the tip with her tongue as she continued to work his flesh back and forth.

Jordon once aroused, was not able to stop her, his hips pushing his shaft into her mouth. She could feel him twitching as he neared the point of ejaculation, gripping his cock at its base, she squeezed tightly, waiting as his arousal abated.

Standing up, she hoisted her skirt before wriggling out of her knickers. Leading him to the desk chair in the corner, she placed one foot on the seat as she pulled his cock between her legs. Her cunt was already wet, and Jordon slipped easily inside her, opening his legs wide so that he was in a lower position as he rammed his cock into her cunt.

Sally raised her top, exposing her bare breasts, her nipples already erect and crying out for his fingers to abuse them, Jordon dutifully obliged, as he pulled and twisted her teats causing her to cry out in pleasure.

'Sally, keep the noise down, they'll hear you downstairs if we're not careful.' This was said as he continued to rapidly ram his cock into her.

She wasn't hoping for a marathon session, all she needed was a quick fuck and was grateful as she started to cum, hearing him call her name as she felt that first spurt of his semen inside her quim.

After wiping her cunt, she made herself decent.

'I'm glad to see your lady friend hasn't exhausted you completely,' she laughed, the laugh getting louder as Jordon pinched her bottom and called her a 'Nympho.'

Alone once more, he went to take another shower, his third of the day. Returning to his bedroom, he tried willing the phone to ring, but much to his disappointment, it did not ring that day.

It was Monday morning before she called him, his phone rang about ten-thirty, just as he was about to go into town and meet some friends. He didn't recognise the number when he answered, elated as he heard her dulcet tones on the other end.

'Hi Jordon, guess who?'

She explained that she was at work and that if he needed, he could contact her Monday to Friday on that number.

'You do realise that this is going to be awkward. It's not as though I can disappear each week.'

Tomorrow I'm only at work till twelve and then I'll be off on New Year's Day. The only time I can get to see you in that period is about six-o-clock each evening when I take the dog for a quick walk.'

Jordon was disappointed but appreciated that there was truly little she could do, he had loved spending the day with her and asked what the prospect was, of repeating that in the future.

'I'm sorry Jordon, if we are lucky, then maybe once a month. Other than work, I need an excuse to be going into the city.

'I can get away with it once a month by saying I am going out with the girls from work.

'Anyway, I just rang to say how much I really enjoyed my day with you, and I do look forward to doing it again. Give it some thought and see if you can come up with any ideas, hopefully, I will see you this evening.'

She ended the call, leaving Jordon wracking his brain trying to think of some way that he could make this work. While out with his friends, he would come up with madcap ideas. Maybe borrow a mate's house for the day while their parents were out, he couldn't see Sylvia going for that idea. His mother didn't work, and even if she did, there was still his gran.

Perhaps he could rent a flat in town, he scoured estate agent windows until he realised that they were all outside what he could afford without asking his mother for money.

As he walked back home, most of the town was now nearly clear of snow and he detoured to the fields at the rear of his home. While there was still some snow covering them, patches of green grass were beginning to show all over.

He finally conceded that he had run out of ideas, making his way to the boundary fence and climbing over, he looked over to his left, remembering about the bunker.

He and his mother had used it quite a lot when there had been no opportunity at home, but as the weather got colder it had been neglected slightly.

Taking the key from his pocket he walked over and unlocked the door. Whilst it was cold inside, it wasn't damp. He looked at the stove, never yet having lit it and wondered where the supply of wood or coal came from. He made his way back to the house, searching the outbuildings but did not manage to find any kind of supply.

Disappointed, he started back to the bunker. He would have to get a supply in, once all the shops reopened after the New Year. Returning by a slightly different route and coming at the concrete structure from a different angle, he spied something in the undergrowth.

Hidden by several bushes was a concrete storage bin. Forcing his way through, he lifted the lid to find kindling, logs and two bags of coal. Taking some kindling and coal he crossed over to the bunker. Inside the bunker, he opened the stove, pleased to see that whoever had used it last had cleared all the ashes. He needed some paper, but there had been none in the bin and there was none in the bunker when his eyes alighted on the posters. He ripped one from the wall, screwing it up and stuffing it into the stove followed by kindling and a few pieces of coal. On a shelf to one side he had previously spied a box of matches, taking one, he lit the paper in several places.

It took him several attempts to get it going, but by about four-thirty, he had an adequate fire burning in the stove, going out and returning with a couple of logs. As five-o-clock approached the small room was extremely snug, in fact even if he had been naked, he would have been getting a sweat on.

So much heat was emitted from the small appliance, he would have to remember in future, not to build it up as much. Locking up the bunker, he nipped into the field to see if any sign of the smoke could be seen, amazed that there was no evidence that there was even a building in the vicinity.

Jordon rushed his tea down and excused himself, grabbing his coat and boots he went straight back out. By now the evening was dark and he had brought a torch with him so he could better find his way back to the structure. Going back inside, he shone the torch around until he noticed a switch right by the door and flicked it down. It flooded the small space with light but instantly he realised that it could probably be seen now from outside.

He searched around but saw nothing, getting down on hands and knees he looked under the bed and was rewarded as he saw two slats. He pulled them out, fitting one over each of the windows before going outside to check.

He was elated, stood in the field right up against the fence, it was impossible to see the structure. The only way it could be detected was if someone happened to blunder across it, and even then, so long as the door was locked the building seemed impenetrable. He checked the fire one last time before climbing the fence and wandering out to the other side of the field.

The sky was clear, and the moon reflected off the snow which still lay about, lighting the area in an eerie glow. He heard a dog bark in the distance and caught the occasional flash of a torch as it came nearer, flashing his torch back and forth a few times so as not to scare her.

As usual, Max arrived first, running around him and licking his hand. Sylvia arrived next, switching her torch off and kissing him.

'Are you going to walk with me?' She asked as they set off and strolled around the edge of the field.

'I'm sorry, it's not much to offer you, is it. Only thirty minutes of my time, especially after what you did for me.'

'I have had an idea,' he told her, 'Please try not to be too disappointed and feel free to say no. I won't be offended, but it is all I could come up with for the moment. It's not exactly what I was able to offer you on Saturday I'm afraid.'

Sylvia was intrigued, most if not all men would just have walked away, considering it too much work for too little reward. Yet he seemed to have spent the afternoon trying to figure out a solution for her.

He led her to the spot on the edge of his garden, staring into the dark of the trees.

'What do you think?' He asked. What did she think about what?

She looked around her, wondering what the hell he was on about.

'Are you alright Jordon, I can't see anything?'

He said nothing, instead, he took her hand and led her along the fence line until he reached a gap where they could get through.

Keeping his torch off, Sylvia dutifully followed him until suddenly she was surprised to find a door in front of her and as he opened it, the trees were flooded with light just before he stepped inside the room and Sylvia followed him.

Max sniffed around the walls as he shut the door behind them. She looked at the room, finding it cosy and warm as Jordon opened the door to the stove and switched the light off so that the orange glow from the flames danced across the walls.

She sat in the armchair looking around her, Max had already sprawled out in front of the stove.

'Where are we?' She asked.

'Five feet away from where we stood a few moments ago,' he told her.

She didn't believe him until he pulled one of the slats down and allowed her to look out, 'You can't see it,' she exclaimed, 'What about in daylight?'

Jordon shook his head, a slight smile playing across his face, 'Did you see me on that day?' He asked her, 'And I was less than five feet away from you.

'We can use the apartment in the city whenever you desire, that is no problem at all. But I'm afraid that this is the best I can offer at short notice until I come up with a better idea.'

She had removed her hat and unbuttoned her coat. The room was extremely warm even though the fire had died down. Her eyes sparkled in what few flames remained as she looked at him.

'You...... are a bloody marvel, do you know that, of course, it will do, how comfy is that bed?' She asked as she came and joined him.

She had to get back home, promising she would see him the next evening. Jordon walked her through the trees and back into the fields. He would have walked her the whole way home, but as they got closer, she stopped and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him passionately before sadly having to wish him goodnight.

Jordon returned to the bunker, made sure everything was safe and turned the lights out before making his way back to the house. No one commented on his sudden disappearance and he spent a happier evening with his family, watching the television.

Sylvia lay in bed, staring up at her ceiling, her husband was fast asleep and snoring beside her. She couldn't settle and tonight did not seem able to drift off. She checked her clock, aware that she had to get up for work in the morning, at least it was only half a day.

The reason she could not sleep was because of Jordon. She was missing him already, he never failed to surprise her. He was so young compared to her, she guessed at least ten years if not more, and yet, the effort that he had so far put into seeing her was way beyond what she had ever experienced with other men.

'What was she doing?' She asked herself, he was little more than a youngster, 'Christ, he was even still at College,' she thought.

The trouble was that she had enjoyed herself, in her company he didn't act as she expected. He was mature for his age, she had known other men, far older, that were not as mature as he was.

It was the age difference rearing its ugly head again. Yes, they'd had lots of fun, and there was no denying that he had more than satisfied her, but what could he possibly see in a woman of her age, other than some infatuation. She promised herself that at the first sign of disinterest, she would walk away.

Tomorrow was New Year's Eve and Jordon had told his mother about using the apartment that night as a pretence to being able to take Sylvia there.

He had no chance of seeing her tomorrow night and was not thinking of going into the city until Lucille spoke to him that evening as they all sat around, asking him about his plans for the next day.

Jordon told her that his friend could not make it, so was not planning on going.

'Rubbish!' She had said, 'You must still go and have a good time, why not take Sally and Melissa with you.'

She had boxed him into a corner and there was no way of escaping without looking mean, the two girls would not let it drop, excited at the prospect of spending the New Year in the city, rather than the town.

He managed to get his mother on her own later, 'I was planning on using the apartment, don't forget that Sally knows nothing about it,' he told her. She hummed and hawed for a few moments.

'Tell her you have borrowed it from one of your gran's friends, she won't know any different.

'I'll have a word later with gran and I'll also call Robert tomorrow and let him know.'

It was apparent to Jordon that his mother was keen on the idea, again pushing him and Melissa together.

Sally was the only one that had seen Sylvia at a distance but did not know her name. He had also not told his mother who the friend was that he was meeting, all of them presuming it was a female of his own age.

The next day she gave him the thumbs up, 'I've had a word with gran and Robert, everything is sorted.'

New Year's Eve did not go exactly as Jordon would have maybe planned. The two girls came downstairs looking stunning, his sister especially. The tight dress she wore, emphasising her ample bosom. Melissa meanwhile had chosen a "Mandarin" style dress with a high collar. It was split at the side, showing all her legs, right up to the top of her thigh. The style of dress accentuating her colouring. He, on the other hand, had just dressed similarly to how he had done at the weekend with Sylvia.

Their mother had called them a taxi which deposited them at the station just before seven, so that they may catch the seven-fifteen train. Sally was studying the timetable when Jordon sidled up to her.

'We're not coming back tonight. We're staying over in the city.'

Her exclamation attracted Melissa's attention, the girls crowding around him as he explained that their grandmother had borrowed a flat for the night so that they could sleepover.

Sally's eyes sparkled at the prospect, her mind already making plans for later. It took no time at all before they arrived in the city, following the throngs of people all making their way towards the centre. Sally had been in many times before. She had never said anything about her ventures, knowing that her mother would have forbidden it, feeling that her daughter was still far too young.

The start of the night went well as they moved from one venue to another, all three enjoying the atmosphere and trying not to drink too much early on. By eleven-o-clock, they had managed to get into a club where they would spend the final few hours before New Year's Day. Jordon was sure that the only reason they were admitted was because of the way the two girls were dressed.

The drinks flowed thick and fast, so that by midnight, as the chimes of 'Big Ben' sounded, all three of them were well and truly drunk. Jordon suggested that they should have another half an hour with their final drink before making their way to the accommodation. He reckoned it would be nigh on impossible to get a cab, and in their present condition would take a bit more than the normal five minutes to walk.

The venue was still crowded as he finished his drink, ushering the two girls towards the exit. It was nice to be outside and get some fresh air after the oppressive heat inside.

He knew he was drunk, what he hadn't expected, was how randy he was feeling. Had he been there only with his sister, he would have been perhaps looking for somewhere on the short walk to the apartment to fuck her, so great was the demand in his loins.

The two girls linked arms with him, one on either side as they strolled along. From the way that Sally kept pushing against him, and the looks she gave him, he imagined that she was feeling exactly like he was.

What was more surprising was that Melissa was doing the same. She was cuddled in tight against him, her head resting against his arm, every time he looked at her he noted the same urgency in her eyes.

They had finally made it, Jordon unlocking the front entrance door for them, the girls already awed as they got their first look at the building. The second door opened as they approached, only that evening it was not Robert behind the desk. Jordon explained who they were and that they would be using the apartment on the fourth floor.

'Very good sir, you were expected, the lift is just around the corner,' the man had winked at Jordon, as he had nearly set off, knowing exactly where to go. He must remember when they got upstairs to be as surprised as the others, and not let on that he had already been here before.

The girls were exploring the apartment as he gazed out of the window, admiring the view of the city lit up at night. Once they had looked in every room, they came and joined him. Sally had already noticed the wine cabinet in the kitchen.

'Do you know that there are pyjamas laid out on the beds? Two sets in the master bedroom and one set in the other, do you suppose they are for us?' She asked.

Jordon nodded, 'Mum and gran said they had arranged it so that we did not have to bring anything with us.'

It had been Sally's idea, she slurred her words as she ordered them, 'Right, everyone into their PJ's and I will get us some drinks.'

Thankfully, the pyjama bottoms did not have a fly hole and were slightly baggy, otherwise, Jordon would have been embarrassed. His cock was rigid and refused to go down, no matter how much he tried to think of other things and ignore it.

Returning to the lounge he plonked himself down on the couch as the two girls joined him and Sally handed out glasses of wine. To be honest, he had already had enough to drink and decided he would make this one glass last. The girls, on the other hand, had polished off the bottle and his sister contemplated opening another one when he suggested that it was probably time for bed.

'I'm not tired yet, come and sit and talk to us.' Sally had demanded, dragging him into the master bedroom.

He had ended up lying in the middle of the bed with Sally and Melissa on either side of him. He did his best to hide the bulge, but it was obvious to anyone who gave more than a cursory glance, that he had a 'hard-on'. Sally rambled on in her drunken stupor with Melissa interrupting every few moments until suddenly his sister sat up and knelt facing him.

'Do you realise that neither of us has had a New Year kiss?' She said, intimating herself and Melissa, 'I think at the very least you should give Melissa a New Year kiss.'

Melissa was definitely up for that and had turned on her side and leaned over before Jordon had a chance to say anything, her lips meeting his. He could smell and taste the alcohol she had consumed, her perfume lingered in his nostrils and he found himself responding and kissing her back. Their mouths ground together, and Jordon had to mentally stop his hands from starting to explore her body.

As they broke apart, he could see that it had excited his sister, watching the two of them kiss.

'What about my kiss?' She asked slyly.

Jordon was about to mention the fact that she was his sister, but Melissa was egging him on.

'Go on, give Sally a kiss, it's only a bit of fun.'

Sally straddled his hips, leaning over him as she kissed him, her pelvis grinding her cunt against his cock as her tongue darted into his mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing, having already noted the bulge in his pyjama's.

Melissa found it arousing as she watched them, finding nothing abnormal in the fact that they were brother and sister and that Sally seemed to be rubbing herself against him. As her friend relinquished her position, Melissa decided that she wanted some of the same and quickly jumped on him. Immediately she recognised what was pushing against her cunt, helping to alleviate some of the pressure that was building between her legs.

She kissed him hungrily, loving the sensation as she felt his hard shaft push against the lips of her pussy, surreptitiously she grabbed his hand, raising it to her breast and squeezing his fingers against it.

Whilst Jordon's mind was trying to work out what the hell, he had allowed himself to be caught up in, his body simply responded to the sexual stimulation. His hand cupped and firmly squeezed Melissa's breast, his fingers searching for her nipple and applying pressure.

He heard her moan, a soft guttural sound, her lips still clamped firmly to his. When at last she sat upright, all three of them were breathing heavily. Sally was waiting to swap places again when Melissa reached out, placing a hand on her breast. It paused there for several seconds, before her fingers stroked Sally's, by now, prominent nipple.

The young girls' eyes closed as the touch increased the fire in her belly, moaning softly as her friend moved from breast to breast.

Without any forethought, Sally whipped her top off, exposing her two large orbs. Melissa twisted, still straddling Jordon's hips so that she could fondle both of her friend's tits. She squeezed upwards firmly, making both nipples stand firm as she applied her tongue to one and then the other.

Sally's moans were no longer low as her volume increased. Jordon was arching his hips, forcing his cock against Melissa's pussy as he excitedly watched the two girls pleasure each other. His hand went between Melissa's legs, rubbing at the dampness there and increasing the flow of her pussy juices.

By now, both girls were topless as Jordon compared the size of their breasts. Size-wise, his sister was miles ahead, her tits were large with those magnificent nipples, but their sheer weight tended to pull them down slightly.

Melissa, on the other hand, had pert breasts, they were larger than his mother's but smaller than his sisters, each one a perfect handful. Her areoles and nipples were dark because of her skin colouring, the teats while smaller than Sally's, nevertheless, at the moment were hard and erect.

The two girls finally released each other, as one, turning to stare down at him.

Melissa moved from his hips so that they knelt one on either side of his body, their eyes focusing on his now prominent erection, pushing the front of his pyjama bottoms up into the air.

They giggled, and as though by some telepathic connection, they grabbed a leg each, and pulled the bottoms off him. Leaving him laid there with his cock stuck up proudly, twitching every few seconds, as it demanded to be touched.

In a frenzy, Sally and Melissa wriggled out of their bottom halves, while Jordon ditched his top, laying back completely naked as he watched the two girls descend on him.

Jordon had died and gone to heaven, watching as Melissa and Sally took it in turns to take his cock into their mouths. First one, and then the other's head would bob up and down as their hands stroked his shaft. At one point as they kissed each other, the head of his cock was between their lips, their tongues lapping at its bulbous tip as they dragged the skin down tightly to the base of his shaft.

He could not work out if they had tossed a coin, or just mutually agreed as to who would be the first one to get fucked. It would appear that Melissa had won as she crouched over him, fumbling as she grasped his manhood and located the spot, before sinking slowly.

'Oh, my fu-ck-ing God,' she cried as he filled her, Sally smirking.

She already knew how big her brother was, whereas this was Melissa's first time. The young woman seemed paralysed, not daring to move in case he split her cunt open. It wasn't until Sally got up and wobbling slightly on the bed, grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her upwards before releasing her and letting her slide down his shaft again that she came to her senses.

It took very little before she was bouncing up and down on his shaft. Sally now knelt behind her as she cupped Melissa's tits and pulled at her nipples whilst Jordon had extracted her clitoris and was rubbing at it frantically.

The poor girl lasted only minutes before she was screaming her release as Jordon felt her juices flow from her, soaking his cock and groin. Melissa was trying to extract herself, but Sally would not let her go. Holding her in a raised position, she nodded to Jordon who began to raise his hips, his cock now ramming into Mel's cunt until she climaxed a second time, he eyes rolling back up into her head as she thrashed about above him.

Melissa had collapsed so that Jordon had to roll her to get her off his shaft. She lay next to him, her legs open and eyes closed as her body, still in the throes of her orgasm, recovered.

She was swiftly replaced by Sally, eager now to have her turn as she sank onto his shaft.

'You fuck my cunt, and you fuck it hard,' she demanded.

And that is exactly what Jordon did. There was no foreplay nor pleasantries. He simply raised her buttocks, jammed his finger up her anus, which opened her eyes wide, and then began to fuck her.

Fifteen minutes later and Sally was having her third orgasm. He had not stopped, seemingly able to go all indefinitely. His cock had been like a jackhammer, 'bang' 'bang' 'bang' continuously thrusting, as he had rammed it up her cunt.

'Jordon......please stop......let me rest for a second, it's too sensitive.'

That was exactly how long he gave her as she raised herself.

Pulling her forward slightly, he slid his still throbbing shaft up her rectum, causing her to squeal as he speared her deep and continued pounding her. His thumb and finger of one hand, twisting at her nipples whilst his other hand rubbed her clit.

Tears were streaming down Sally's face. Her body would not stop convulsing as one after another she experienced multiple orgasms for the first time in her life. Eventually, she could take no more and keeled over, slipping from him as she went over sideways.

Jordon was bursting, needing one of them so that he could finally achieve his release. Melissa had opened her eyes, looking at Sally sprawled out on the opposite side of the bed just as Jordon grabbed her, opened her legs wide and slid his cock into her sopping wet cunt. He fucked her incessantly until it seemed with a bang, his body exploded, and he emptied his load inside her quim causing the young woman to climax again.

The bed looked like a war zone, pillows, sheets and quilts discarded everywhere. Three naked bodies lay sprawled among the debris, covered in sweat and bodily fluids as all three of them slept the "sleep of the dead".

They all three awoke the next morning with thick heads, Jordon was the first one to surface, gazing around the bed and the room at the other naked bodies sprawled about. Still sleeping, Sally lay on her back, her knees raised, and legs open wide, giving him a perfect view of her cunt. In other circumstances, he may have taken the opportunity, but his greatest need at that moment was to relieve his bladder which was frantically complaining.

Melissa was the next to waken, sitting up and still feeling drowsy. Her head hurt, and she could hear someone in the bathroom as she became conscious that she was naked. She glanced across at her friend, suddenly remembering what had taken place several hours earlier.

She grabbed her pyjama's, climbing into them quickly as Jordon re-entered the bedroom, his tackle, swinging between his legs. He did not seem embarrassed that he was naked and that she was looking at him, why should he be? She had seen and sampled everything he had got to offer.

Grabbing his pyjama bottoms, he pulled them on before sitting next to her on the bed, both of them glancing at Sally who was still happily snoring away and laid there, very un-ladylike.

'I didn't realise that you had those sorts of tendency's,' he said, remembering some of the things Mel and his sister had done.

'I don't,' she replied, looking completely embarrassed.

'What the hell happened last night? I've never felt like that before. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of what you did to me,' she said shyly, her eyes downcast.

'The only trouble is, that now, I know what I am missing...... I'm not being pushy, but if you want to do it......' Her words trailed off as Sally began to come awake.

Sally sat up and rubbed her temples, looking at her brother and friend sat next to each other, she groaned loudly and not with pleasure.

'Shit, did we do what I think we did last night?'

The other two nodded, both unable to comprehend what had taken place. Sally stretched, openly displaying her nudity.

'Christ, I need a piss,' she said as she left the bed heading for the bathroom.

'I can't remember all that happened,' Jordon confided in Mel.

'But one thing that does stick in my head,' he said seriously, 'I seem to remember that you were gorgeous. At the same time, it doesn't mean to say we are in a relationship.' Melissa squeezed his hand and smiled, at least she had made an impression on him.

Sally sat on the toilet, a steady stream splashing into the bowl, her head was thumping, and her mouth tasted like a "whore's armpit". But a least she knew why they were all feeling tender, the stuff she had used to spike their drinks had cost her five pounds apiece. The man telling her they were guaranteed to increase her boyfriend's libido.

They had certainly worked, her head was not the only part of her body that was sore, it was a bloody miracle she was not walking like "John Wayne" this morning, she chuckled to herself.

They spent the next hour and a half showering, getting dressed and tidying the apartment. Jordon hung the pyjama's in one of the wardrobes next to the robes he had purchased before he checked if there was anything that needed replenishing.

Once he was satisfied, he called for a taxi, not sure who would be on the reception desk downstairs. The apartment phone rang to say the taxi had arrived. It was not Robert and didn't sound like the chap from last night, Jordon presuming there must be several, working different shifts.

There were no trains with it being New Year's Day and so they got the taxi straight back to town, costing considerably more on this trip than the last time. The atmosphere in the cab was subdued, except for Sally, who managed to talk incessantly, seemingly impressed with what had happened the previous evening,

Jordon on several occasions had to tell her to shut up lest the driver heard her comments. They finally arrived home, their mother wanting to know how the evening went, and was everyone hungry, as there was plenty of food to get through. The last thing on everyone's mind at that moment was food, the very thought of it, making them feel queasy.

They all managed to get through the day, some better than others, by ten, his grandmother had gone to her flat, deciding that the day had been long enough. Jordon was feeling a lot better, his pounding head had gone, and he had also managed a bit of food.

That night would be Melissa's last one, her parents returning tomorrow, and so the two girls had gone up around about eleven. His mother had popped to the loo, coming back wearing her dressing gown.

'Why don't you go and get changed?' She asked mischievously.

Jordon returned in shorts and top, settling down on the couch next to her, the program they were watching not interesting either of them.

'I've got something else I could put on the TV if you would be interested,' he told her but refused to elaborate further, despite her questions.

Finally, she relented and told him 'Yes,' he disappeared back upstairs, quickly returning carrying a small black box which he connected to the TV and another small box wrapped in Christmas paper.

Of course, she wanted to know what he had got.

'It's a present for you, I didn't get chance to give it to you on Christmas Day, and your present that night made it a little superfluous, but you are not allowed to open it yet,' he told her.

Taking the TV remote, he changed channels, picked a file and pressed play. Lucille sat watching, wondering what film he had chosen. There were no opening titles, the film simply starting as the camera showed a woman, probably around her age, laid on a bed, reading a magazine.

As she watched, the woman seemed to be getting aroused by what she was reading, continually rubbing at parts of her body. She had raised her skirt to show stockings and suspenders and had wriggled out of her panties before her hand went between her legs and she started to finger herself.

Lucille stared at her son, wild-eyed, 'Flaming hell Jordon, where did you get this, look at her, she's certainly giving it some.'

Jordon could not help but chuckle, 'You just need to know where to look mum,' he told her.

The woman by now had removed her top, her bra supporting two enormous breasts. Unhooking the bra, she proceeded to play with her tits as her hand went back to fingering herself. He glanced sideways at his mother, watching her chest rise and fall quickly as she became aroused by the antics on screen.

Bit by bit, the woman ended up naked, lying propped up against her pillows. She rummaged beneath them and produced a vibrator in the shape of a cock, squirting some liquid on it before opening her legs wide and inserting it.

She turned the end of the device and a quiet buzzing could be heard as she proceeded to slide it in and out of her cunt, moaning continuously. Jordon could hear his mother breathing rapidly, her eyes had never left the screen and her hands were fidgeting in her lap as he paused the clip.

Lucille's head spun to look at him, 'What?' She asked expectantly.

'Open your present,' Jordon said with a wicked smile.

She tore the paper from it like a child, eager to find out what it was, and then her eyes went wide with surprise and shock as the box illustration showed a replica of what the woman on the screen was using.

'Oh, my giddy aunt, JORDON! You are a bad, bad, boy?' She said with a broad grin.

'Why don't you give it a try?' He asked after she had removed it from the packaging. She turned the end of the rubberised cock, a quite loud persistent buzzing sounding in the now quiet house. Lucille shut it off immediately, scared that people would have heard.

'I didn't mean turn it on full speed,' Jordon said, unable to stop himself laughing, his mother emptied the rest of the box which contained spare batteries and some lubricant.

'I would think that you probably don't need that yet, I'm guessing that you're getting a little moist down there.'

Jordon took the vibrator and knelt on the floor in front of her. Opening her robe, he eased her legs open before running his finger across her cunt, his digit coming away covered in her juice which he transferred to the rubber cock.

Slowly, he rubbed it between her lips, her legs and cunt opening wider as she closed her eyes and started to moan softly. Inch by inch, he eased it inside her until she had taken its full length. Turning the end slightly at first, the buzzing could now hardly be heard, which was more than could be said for Lucille's gasps.

Taking her hand, he placed it on the end of the device, allowing his mother to dictate the pace of her insertions which at first were imperceptible. But as the woman in the film started to moan loudly and roll around the bed, he noted that the speed of his mother's hand increased.

Jordon's hand slipped inside her robe, finding her nipples already hard. He had set the volume of the television low initially so that it could not be heard upstairs. Unfortunately, now, it was hard to hear, his mother's moans and gasps had increased, drowning out the film. He fondled her breasts in turn, as always, paying attention to her nipples.

Lucille's left hand was sliding the dildo in and out of her cunt, the vibration causing her to groan loudly with each insertion. Her other hand was fumbling in her son's lap as she tried to push his shorts down and gain access to his cock.

Jordon raised his hips, pushing the shorts to his ankles as his mother immediately grasped his shaft, sliding her hand up and down its length and stretching the skin as she masturbated him.

The vibration in her cunt had become too much as she groaned loudly and started to climax, her thighs clamping tightly on the vibrator, still merrily buzzing away inside her. Lucille was trying to watch the action on tv, but at the same time, she wanted fucking. Removing the vibrator, she switched it off and stretched out on the couch, opening her robe wide. Jordon knelt between her legs and inserted his cock into her now, very moist cunt, fucking her at a nice steady rhythm as her head continually turned to watch what happened next.

Lucille's eyes went wide as the woman on screen had been joined by two men. One presently filled her cunt while the other deftly slid his cock up her arse. And the together they commenced fucking her, one in either hole, causing her to squeal.

Lucille for some reason found that supremely erotic having never experienced it.

'I want to try that,' she begged him. 'If you slide your dick up my arse, I can use my new toy to simulate another cock.'

Jordon was only too happy to oblige her, his cock already wet with her juice, took very little force to slide inside her anus. Lucille's eyes went wide as he sank half of his length into her arse. She retrieved the vibrator and very, very slowly, slid it inside her cunt.

Up until that point, she had done exceptionally well, she had breathed slowly, controlling her quickly mounting arousal. She still did well as Jordon slid his cock in and out of her rectum. It was as he started to slide the vibrator in and out of her cunt, and especially as with a smirk, he twisted the bottom of the device, that her world turned topsy-turvy.

She came almost instantly, Jordon not even having time to touch her tits before she was thrashing and writhing beneath him. Her hips and cunt ground so persistently against his groin that she caused him to ejaculate, his spunk jetting up her anus as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her back passage.

They lay together, exhausted, neither of them taking much notice of the television anymore.

'Is sex with you ever straight forward?' Lucille asked, thoroughly contented and thinking back over the varied episodes that he had introduced her to.

'Sex with you was always meant to be exciting, and so far, it has been anything but dull.' Jordon told her as he kissed her cheek, 'I suppose we had better think of going to bed?'

Lucille agreed but was still saddened that she could not easily take him into her bed for the rest of the night.

Lying on his bed, Jordon took stock of his life, the last twelve months especially, had been a busy one and had flown through. The summer was over, and autumn was settling in, at twenty-two, his life had changed and as he lay there, he thought of the women who one by one had become part of his life.

His mother Lucille, and Sylvia, had become his two constants, he and Lucille taking any opportunities to get down and dirty. She had come out of her the shell, having spent years being dominated. She had now started aerobic classes each week at the local sports centre and had treated herself to a new wardrobe. As she lost weight and her body became toned, her clothes had become tighter, showing off her svelte figure. Her skirts had got progressively shorter and she had taken to wearing heels regularly, if she had not been his mother, Jordon would have happily spent the rest of his life with her as his partner, she really was stunning nowadays.

Sylvia, true to her word, managed once a month to find time for them both as they put the apartment to good use. Jordon saw her most evenings, walking with her as she exercised Max the dog. When possible during the summer, they had used the plethora of open fields to indulge their lovemaking. On the days when the weather had been inclement, the bunker had got its fair share of use. Jordon always making sure that no clues were left behind as he and his mother also used it as their bolt hole.

Over the last eight months, Sally had acquired a new boyfriend and so his liaisons with his sister had become infrequent. Usually, when she'd argued with her new beau, she would retaliate by sleeping with Jordon. Melissa was still on the scene, she too had a current boyfriend, but her eyes were always full of longing for Jordon and occasionally they would get together and fuck each other's brains out. The only other, his grandmother Dorothy, made very few demands on his time or body. It had only been a couple of occasions since that first encounter that she had sidled up to him and whispered in his ear.

'I have a cunt that is hungry, and it wants to eat some cock.'

It never failed to surprise Jordon as to how crude she could be when she wanted to, wishing that he had known her forty years earlier, he bet that she had been a 'right goer'.

Since last Christmas, he had taken driving lessons and passed his test, occasionally borrowing his mother's car when she did not need it. She was already talking of getting him a small runabout, especially as he had finished college and had now started work in the city, it was surprising how much extra time the train journeys put on his day.

He had joined a firm in the city in their IT department and had been there nearly three months now enjoying all the new aspects of his job. One difference he did immediately notice were holidays, at college he regularly got nearly eight weeks during the summer, at work, he only got that amount to last the entire year. 'Welcome to the real world,' he told himself.

Sylvia sat at her desk feeling frustrated, the 'bloody' computer was playing up again. Something it seemed to do every few weeks when her log-in seemed to go tits-up and would not let her into the system. She had rung IT and was waiting for yet another technician to come and fiddle with it and possibly, make things worse, which is what they normally did.

'Good morning Mrs Masters, I believe you have a problem?' Sylvia spun in her chair, immediately recognising the voice.

'Hi, my names Jordon, they have sent me up from IT, I believe you're having a problem?'

Jordon had spoken loud enough so that the others in the office could hear him and partly to cover the surprise evident in Sylvia's eyes before she blurted anything out.

It took a moment for her to regain her composure as he leant on her desk, giving her a wink. 'What are you doing here?' She whispered to him.

'I've just started,' Jordon whispered back, 'But this is the first opportunity I've had to see you. I didn't want to arouse any suspicion at work.'

Sylvia could not help herself, every time she was in his company the day suddenly looked brighter and she could not help but smile. She'd have to watch herself; her husband had caught her a couple of times as she daydreamed of Jordon, a smile plastered across her face, he would ask what was making her smile and she'd had to make up excuses. Bit by bit as the months had passed since that first time, Sylvia began to suspect that she was falling in love with this charming young man, a thought, she constantly tried to put to the back of her mind.

Sylvia explained her problem, relinquishing her chair so that Jordon could sit at the screen. She watched as his fingers flew across her keyboard, she could type quickly, but nowhere near as fast as Jordon's hands moved as screens popped up and disappeared.

'Ah, I see, that's the problem.' Quickly he downloaded a couple of files and updated her program.

'OK, try it now,' he said as he stood and let her sit once more. She logged on easily, the program seemed to work faster than it had ever done, in fact, the whole system seemed to be working better.

'It seems that this is another thing you're damned good at,' she said with a mischievous smile.

Jordon could not help but blush slightly at her comment, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

'I owe you a coffee at dinner time if you want to join me?' She said quietly to him.

He'd joined her for dinner, going out to grab a coffee and sandwich as they chatted, looking to most people like a devoted couple. It was something they repeated every dinner time from then on, Jordon realising that it put a bounce in his step for the rest of the day. Eventually, they would catch the train together each morning and then travel home together each evening.

Jordon came back to reality, he must have a word with his mother he thought, the prospect of a car to shorten the day and to have more private time with Sylvia becoming more and more appealing. He knew that his mother was at present in contact with another set of solicitors but as yet, she was still awaiting developments. There was now a substantial amount in her bank account, enough that the interest alone provided for all that they needed each month.

Christmas came and went, nearly a replica of the previous year, although this time Melissa had been home with her own family. She had split with the boyfriend she'd had, leaving her all alone for the New Year. Jordon had been in the same position as last year in not being able to see Sylvia and so had asked Melissa out, joining Sally and her boyfriend Tom in town for a few drinks.

Jordon knew that he enjoyed Melissa's company, but at the same time, he also knew his feelings for her did not extend past an occasional bit of fun and friendship. She enjoyed their time together, her initial wish from the day she had first seen him naked, fulfilled. But for Melissa, something more had developed, she had found herself falling in love with him. Sally had told her that he was seeing someone else occasionally, but had not divulged any other details, Melissa clinging to the hope that one day he would start to feel something more for her.

Jordon was now the proud owner of his first car; it was nothing special, just as his mother had said, 'a runabout'. She had told him that once he was used to driving and in a couple of years, he could have a new car of his choice. He was enamoured by the tiny vehicle, lovingly polishing it every weekend. It made his journey to work so much easier and enabled him to spend more time with Sylvia as he quickly began giving her a lift each day.

Several months had gone by and the weather was starting to pick up again. He was parked at the bottom of Sylvia's road waiting for her, constantly looking at his watch. She was normally here by now he thought, but after all this time; he still did not know which house she lived at.

Starting the engine, he drove up and down her road several times, seeing if anything would give him a clue as to her address. Eventually, he had to admit defeat and leave otherwise he was going to be late himself. During the day he could find no excuse to visit her floor and even though he looked for her at dinner time, he could not see any sign.

He hung around near the entrance at the end of the day but there was still no sign of her, and she had not rung him during the day with any message. After tea that evening, he followed his normal routine, disappearing across the fields where he would normally meet her, but tonight for the first time, no one came walking. The next day was the same, he waited but she did not appear, by the end of the week he was beginning to worry.

Plucking up the courage, he went up to her office and engaged one of the other women in conversation, explaining that he normally gave Sylvia a lift but that she had not turned up. The woman told him that she had called in sick on Monday and was full of a cold. Jordon felt relieved with the news, and to escape from the office, feeling the women's eyes on him and the secret smiles they all gave him as they watched him leave, the room erupting with voices as he closed the door.

The following week followed the first, although he waited each day, and looked for her each evening, it was though she had dropped off the face of the earth. At least knowing that she was full of a cold eased his mind, saddened that she was not well, but feeling confident that she would contact him once she was feeling better.

Another week passed before he finally got the phone call he was so desperately waiting for.

'Can you meet me this evening?' She had asked, sounding as though in a rush and giving him no further details.

He rushed home from work that evening and wolfed his tea down before dashing out across the garden and into the fields. He still had a while to wait but did not mind, eager to see her after those few weeks. As usual, he heard Max barking before they came into view, the dog bounding up to him to be stroked as Sylvia slowly walked towards him.

As she approached, the first thing he noticed was the sunglasses. Whilst the day had been nice, they were not something she needed at that time of evening.

He went to kiss her, but she turned her face away. 'Please don't Jordon,' was all she said at first, leaving him wondering what was going on.

It took her a while, as though she was trying to summon up the courage to speak to him. 'I'm sorry Jordon, we can't do this anymore. sadly, this is the last time I can see you.'

He felt sick to his stomach, as though someone had just punched him. Suddenly feeling clammy, hundreds of questions swirled about inside his head and it took him several minutes before he found himself able to utter a word.

'I don't understand Sylvia, have I done something wrong? Please tell me if I have, I'm sure I can make it right.' His mind going back over their last few meetings, trying to remember what he had said or done.

'You haven't done anything wrong. You have been perfect Jordon. It's just that I can't see you anymore.'

He could feel his eyes beginning to moisten as the panic began to set in, 'Is it your husband? Has he found out about us? Has someone else found out about us?' The questions would not stop coming as he tried to fathom her decision.

'I'm sorry Jordon, I can't tell you anymore. Its none of those things, all I can say is that it has to end.

'Please don't come looking for me, and I will stay out of your way at work. I won't be coming this way again. I'm sorry, I have to go.'

She turned around and walked away from him, calling the dog after her. Jordon just stood there watching her retreating, his world had just come crashing down around him. What he couldn't see or know as she made her way back across the field, was how much Sylvia was hurting. The glasses hid the shiner that her husband had given her after he had come home and told her that he was leaving her for another woman. Someone 'younger and more attractive,' he had pronounced. She had called him all the names under the sun, and he had lashed out at her, giving her a black eye. It hadn't been the first time he had struck her, but as far as she was concerned it was going to be the last.

The next day she had contacted a solicitor and had started divorce proceedings, it was one of the reasons why she did not want to see Jordon, determined that he would not be involved in what was to come. By now, the tears were streaming down her face as she openly sobbed. She loved him, but she was a thirty-two-year-old woman with two kids, soon to be divorced. Why the hell would he want to be saddled with her for the rest of his life. She had seen him in town several times but had been unable to approach him, as, on each occasion, he'd had a young woman on his arm and seemed to be having a great time as they laughed and joked.

The two young women she had seen, had both been strikingly attractive, especially the one with the olive complexion. She could see the way that she looked at Jordon, hanging on his every word, how the hell could she compete with women like that. It was better that it ended now, rather than waiting until he got bored with her and left her for another.

It was late evening when Jordon finally returned home, having no wish to speak to anyone. Inside he felt sick, as though part of him had suddenly been ripped away. His mind refused to accept Sylvia's decision, constantly going over the last months, searching for a clue as to what had gone wrong. He was also feeling bitter, why was it that adults insisted on saying something without ever explaining their reasoning, perhaps because their reasoning never made sense to anyone but themselves.

The next day at work he kept himself to himself, getting the jobs done and getting through the day. He did as she requested and did not look for her at dinner time or the end of work, simply jumping in his car and driving home. His conversation at home was stilted, a lot of 'yes' and 'no' without any explanations. Once tea was over, he disappeared out into the countryside, only reappearing once it had gone dark and going straight to his room.

Two weeks had passed, his family noticing the change in him, his mother had tried taking him to one side to ask what was wrong, but Jordon simply clammed up, refusing to say a word. Sally even though preoccupied with her fella now, also noticed the change in him, she came to his room one night, slipping into bed beside him. Her hand naturally gravitated towards his groin, but Jordon stopped her, refusing to even let her try and change his mood.

'What's going on Jordon, this is not like you, trouble with the fancy woman?' Sally knew instantly she had said the wrong thing, his face looked like thunder, as though he was about to explode.

'I'm not seeing her anymore, and anyway, it's fuck all to do with you, Sal. Mind your own business. Now if you don't mind, I'd like some peace.' Sally returned to her room, feeling hurt, never had Jordon dismissed her so abruptly.

His sister began to wonder where he disappeared to each evening, going out, once teatime had finished. She determined that she would follow him at the next opportunity, giving him a moment's head start before going after him. She watched him move into the tree line as she set off across the garden in his wake, but much to her surprise, as she came out of the tree's on the other side, Jordon was nowhere to be seen. No matter which way she turned there was no one in sight, she returned home, puzzled as to how he could have disappeared so swiftly.

The bunker had become his refuge, each evening he would lay on the bed and pop his earphones in, letting the music from his player wash over him as he wallowed in his self-pity. He lost track of how long his mood lasted, only recognising that it was now the middle of summer when his mother one day passed a chance remark.

'Do you remember that Sylvia Master's?' Jordon just looked at her, non-committal.

'Well, her husband's left her and has shacked up with a younger woman, the word is they are getting divorced.'

Jordon did not comment, simply shrugging his shoulders, the affection for Sylvia turning to anger.

The following weekend he told his mother he would not be home for tea and that he would get something while he was out. He roughly knew where Sylvia lived, all he had to do was head over the fields in that direction, sure that she would still be walking Max. The weather on both Saturday and Sunday wasn't the best, and he returned home wet, without having caught sight of her.

All through the next week, he went out each evening, changing his plan slightly. He knew her street, sitting in the field at the rear of her road, he should be able to spot her whichever way she went. He'd been sat over an hour when he heard a dog bark and a woman came out through a gate at the back of one of the houses, instinctively knowing it was her. He made a mental note of the position of the building, sure that he could return later and work out the house number.

Sylvia set off at a right angle, going in the opposite direction from the one she used to take, even after all this time, the very fact of coming out here reminded her of Jordon. She had seen nothing of him since that fateful evening, even at work, unless there was a problem with one of the computers, there was no chance of seeing the IT personnel. As she walked up the hill, Max ran ahead as he normally did and had disappeared over the summit. She could hear him barking at something, but even though she called his name, he did not reappear.

As she crested the brow, she could see the dog laid on its back as someone tickled its tummy, she knew straight away who it was, a mixture of relief and sadness immediately coming over her as she approached him slowly.

'Hello Jordon, why have you come over here?'

His voice was flat and emotionless as he looked up at her, his hand still stroking Max who was loving the attention.

'You could have told me you know, but then I suppose I'm just some stupid kid with an infatuation.

'I always treated you with respect, Sylvia. I never treated you as some bit of skirt. If that was what I wanted, there were plenty of girls my age to choose from.'

'I suppose the glasses were to hide the shiner he had given you, was that because of me, are you getting divorced because of me?'

Sylvia was on the defensive, what he had said was perfectly true. He had always treated her with respect, always going out of his way to look after her and protect her so that no one was any the wiser about their liaisons.

'It's none of your business Jordon. I don't have to explain myself to you, and No! I'm not getting divorced because of you. He still knows nothing about us.'

She could feel herself shaking inside, wanting to rush into his arms so that he could comfort her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, but she knew she had to be strong it was not fair on Jordon to let him get involved.

Jordon stood, moving closer to her, 'I thought you were special Sylvia, that you were the one. But then it turns out you are just like the rest, never sure of what you want.

'Perhaps I should take your advice, just find someone my age. Perhaps what I'm looking for does not exist, perhaps all women are the same.'

He turned abruptly and walked away from her, heading back in the direction of his home and never once looking back to where she stood, the tears once again rolling down her face.

As summer came to an end, it felt to all the women in his life, that Jordon had taken a vow of chastity, all of them currently going without. Sally had managed to get him to take Melissa out one evening, but it had not gone well, he had been moody and had drunk far too much. She had stayed over at their house that night, sneaking into Jordon's room in the early hours of the morning. Yes, he had fucked her, but as she came away, a single tear rolled down her cheek. He could have been fucking anyone, while he had been gentle with her, there had been no passion there, only reflex actions on his part. The final insult was the woman's name he said as he ejaculated inside her, 'Sylvia.'

The next day Melissa spoke to Sally, 'Who's Sylvia?'

Sally wanted to know more, but Mel was not giving anything away, especially her visit to his bedroom during the night.

'All I know is that he was seeing a woman who was married. I'm sure he said her name was Sylvia, but he told me he was not seeing her anymore.' Sally told her.

Jordon had disappeared outdoors, as usual, the two girls cornering Sally's mother downstairs. 'You know Jordon's been seeing someone, do you know who she is?' Sally asked.

Lucille just shrugged her shoulders, 'He never told me who she was, but I know it's been going on for quite a while, is that what is wrong with him at the moment?'

'I don't know mum. All I know is that she was called Sylvia and that she was married. I did tell him to be careful,' Sally confided in her mother.

Lucille had suddenly stopped what she was doing, staring at her daughter.

'It can't be, she's too old for him,' the two girls looking puzzled at her comments. 'It's the local gossip at the moment. Sylvia Master's husband has gone off with another woman and they are getting divorced. But it can't be her, she is easily ten years older than Jordon.'

It was agreed by all three that they would say nothing to him, Sally had already seen the way his mood could change and was determined not to experience his wrath again. Unfortunately, Sally being Sally, she could not let it rest. She was going to find this woman and give her a piece of her mind. Jordon had always looked out for her, now for the first time in her life, she would look out for him.

Sat in her bedroom with Melissa, she discussed what she wanted to do.

'I've only seen her the once and that was from a distance, what I do know is that she had a dog with her. I presume she walks it over the fields regularly, so all we have to look out for is an older woman with a dog.'

Melissa didn't like the idea one bit, preferring to leave Jordon to sort his love-life out. In truth, hoping that eventually he would forget about this Sylvia and become interested in her.

For the next few evenings, the two girls trawled the fields all around. Sally first visiting all the area's that she could think of that had been near their previous home, moving nearer to their present house without catching sight of anyone. It was on the fourth outing, having gone in the opposite direction, that she caught sight of a woman and dog going back into a house and garden. She was too far away to tell properly, but Sally was insistent that the next evening if they came out earlier in this direction, she could confront the woman.

Things went to plan or not as the case may be, yes, they located the lady and her dog, but as they approached, the woman seemed to recognise them both.

Sally, as usual, did not know when to say nothing and went steaming in.

'Are you Sylvia, are you the one that's been seeing Jordon. Don't you think you're a bit old for him?'

Melissa knew that trouble was coming. Her friend may get away with that type of attitude among their peers, but this was an older woman. The look on her face and the way her hands had balled into fists, told Melissa, that Sally was very quickly going to feel her wrath unless she could diffuse the situation.

The woman eyed Sally steely. 'Young lady, I suggest you turn around and go home before you say anything else and I put my fist in your mouth. Anything that went on between Jordon and me, is none of your business.'

The woman started to inch forward, the dog growling menacingly when Melissa interjected. 'Sally! Shut the fuck up and go away, if this lady does not hit you, I will.'

Sally backed away. Melissa had never spoken to her like that. She had always been the pushy one while Mel normally just followed. She didn't go far, keeping an eye on the woman, just in case her friend needed assistance.

'I'm sorry about that, Sally tends to get a bit protective about her brother I'm afraid. I don't think they got on well in the past and now she's trying to make up for it.'

Sylvia looked puzzled. 'Sister? I thought she was one of his girlfriends. I presume you must be his girlfriend then?'

Melissa smiled, but the smile only conveyed the sadness she so often felt.

'I wish, I would like nothing better than to be his girlfriend, but it would appear I am just a friend.'

Sylvia was feeling confused after convincing herself that Jordon was having a relationship with one or the other of these beautiful young women.

They walked side by side, Sally at first following closely behind before finally catching them up.

'How do you feel about Jordon?' Melissa asked.

Sylvia just looked at her before replying, 'It's over.'

Mel studied her for a moment, 'I didn't ask you that. I asked how you felt about him, and your face tells me everything. You have fallen in love with him. I know that look, it's how I feel all the time.'

Melissa continued, her voice cracking, as for the very first time she unloaded her feelings for Jordon.

'I love him every bit as much as you do, the only trouble is, he does not love me But I think if you do not want him, then maybe I can make him love me in time.'

Sylvia noticed how the young girl's voice went up and down, feeling her pain as she finally accepted what she felt for that charming young man.

'Say you don't want him, and I will take him in the blink of an eye. but if you love him half as much as I suspect, then you need to give him a chance.'

Sally had not realised how Melissa felt about her brother, wrapping her arm around her friend as she saw the first tears run down her face.

Sylvia felt the tears prick her own eyes.

'I don't want to spoil his life. I don't understand what he sees in me and it is not fair to expect him to bear all this responsibility at his age. Anyway, how do I compete with someone of your age when they come along eventually.'

Melissa dried her tears, she laughed trying to make light of how she felt. 'Then you join the club of those that are in love with him, those that tried and lost, and those who are still to try.'

'Do you know that I managed to get into his bed last week and he made love to me?'

That single comment cut Sylvia deep, even though she knew there must be other women, and that she had no hold over him. The thought of him being in bed with this beautiful creature, hurt her deeply. Before she could say anything, Mel continued, 'The only trouble was, he was not making love to me, he was making love to you. In the end, he even called me by your name.'

Sally had not known any of this, but it did not matter, by now all three of them had tears streaming down their cheeks, the one thing they all had in common was their affection for Jordon.

'You need to speak to him. I'll give you a few days, but if you haven't contacted him by next week, then I'll take it that you no longer want him. I will do everything I can to make him mine, and if I do, then I will never let him go.'

Sylvia nodded, she knew exactly what the young woman meant, detecting the steeliness beneath her parting comment.

Jordon was in his usual haunt, laid out on the camp-bed with his earphones attached listening to music, his brain refusing to stop bringing him images of Sylvia. He was missing her badly and was disgusted with himself for the way he had used Melissa. He knew how she felt about him, but no matter how he tried, at the moment, he felt nothing for her other than a friendship that was no different than he felt for his sister.

He wished it could be different, knowing that he had only to say the word and she would not hesitate. He was wondering if he said yes and started to date her, whether overtime he would feel more for her, she deserved better than being treated the way he had done.

His thoughts were interrupted as the music cut off and his phone rang, looking at the incoming number, he did not recognise it as he answered.

'Hello Jordon,' a voice said timidly, he recognised the sound of her immediately. His heart soared but his voice hardened, he had been hurt and could not stop the bitterness creeping into his response.

'Hello Sylvia, what do you want?' If she thought it was going to be easy, she was quickly disillusioned, his voice sounding cold and distant towards her.

'I need to speak to you,' she said very quietly.

'You're speaking to me now, what do you want?'

Sylvia was struggling to keep her emotions under control, feeling herself near to tears. 'Not over the phone Jordon, I would like to speak to you and explain, please.'

There was no sound at first and she began to wonder if he had hung up on her when his voice came back on. 'Where do you want to meet?'

She quickly wracked her brains, trying to think of somewhere that would not elicit the wrong sort of message.

'I have to go to the city tomorrow; would you meet me there. Say about two-thirty, outside the station?' She held her breath, wondering if he would agree or if she had left it too long and her chance with him had gone.

'I'll pick you up outside the station at two-thirty, don't be late, I won't be waiting, bye.' The phone cut off and he was gone, and then the tears came as she broke down and sobbed.

Jordon did not know what to feel, on one hand, he felt elated that she had called him. On the other hand, he steeled himself for more hurt. The bitterness he felt, over-riding any other feelings. As he replaced his earphones and escaped back into his music, he was deliberating what he would say to her. Perhaps it was better to move on, perhaps it was time to give Melissa her chance. They got on well and she made him laugh, his family had continually tried to push them together, perhaps that was the sign that he had been waiting for, he decided that the next time he saw her, he would ask her out and see how it went.

That evening he was a little brighter than he had been in a while, he was up in his room when Sally came in. 'It's nice to see you smile again. How are things?'

Jordon shrugged his shoulders, 'I'm not sure Sal, I'm thinking of asking Melissa out.'

Sally sat on the end of his bed looking puzzled, 'Has Sylvia not called you?'

Now it was Jordon's turn to look puzzled, 'Why do you ask about Sylvia, I thought you might be happy that I had decided to ask Melissa?'

Sally took a moment, 'Has she called you?'

Jordon nodded. 'Listen to me Jordon, Melissa would be over the moon if you asked her, you know she has wanted that for so long. But before you do, you need to speak to Sylvia, promise me you won't say anything to Melissa until then.'

Jordon could not see what difference that would make but agreed to Sally's request. The next morning, he was up bright and early, the rest of the family still in bed as he sat and ate his breakfast, he heard footsteps descending the stairs as his mother appeared.

He presumed that Sally must have spoken to her because she launched straight into him with questions.

'I believe that the woman you have been seeing is Sylvia Masters when did that start? She's quite a bit older than you, how do you feel about her? I've heard she is getting divorced. You know she has children, are you involved in all of that mess?'

Jordon sat back, leaving his breakfast for the moment.

'Yes, I've been seeing Sylvia,' he went on to explain how she had bumped into him one day and yes, he knew that she was the woman that he and his mother had watched.

'Is she the one? I suppose she comes as close as anyone has. I can't have the 'one', so I must settle for second best.

'I knew she was married and had kids and no I'm not involved in that 'mess' as you put it, she had already broken it off.'

Lucille looked at him, full of concern for her son, 'Why are you settling for second best,' she asked him, wondering who else he had designs on.

Jordon just looked into her beautiful face, 'Because the 'one' also happens to be my mother.'

'Anyway, I'm going to ask Melissa out, you've all tried to push us together, so perhaps it might work.'

His mother nodded her head sagely. 'Do you love Melissa?' Jordon shook his head, 'Are you in love with Sylvia?'

It took Jordon a moment before he could admit it to himself as he nodded his head.

'Sally says she has phoned you. You need to go and speak to her before you do anything and be careful.'

She stood and kissed the top of his head as she went and made herself a brew, she loved her son dearly but knew they could never have what he fervently desired.

The journey into the city did not go exactly as planned. The day had turned wet and the traffic going in had been heavy. Jordon glanced at his watch, realising that he was going to be at least five minutes late. He felt himself starting to panic slightly, afraid that he would miss her, why had he told her he would not wait?

Sylvia got down off the train, walking out into the street, she glanced at her watch, two-thirty on the dot. She looked up and down the road but could see no sign of Jordon. Five minutes passed and she could still not see him, the panic was slowly beginning to build in her. She checked her watch again, was it correct she suddenly wondered. There was a clock on the platform, but that meant going back inside, what if he turned up as she was inside and did not wait, indecision ate at her as her panic built and she felt like crying.

Jordon slowed down on the station approach, it was busy, and he was unable to park directly outside. He finally managed to find a spot in the carpark, rushing around to the main entrance as he looked at his watch.

'Shit,' he was ten minutes late. He walked up and down outside but could see no sign of Sylvia, she must have thought he was not coming and had gone on to do whatever had brought her to the city, now it was his turn to feel the panic rising. It was now a quarter to three, convinced that it had all gone wrong, as a last resort, he entered the station looking down the platform.

Sylvia sat on a bench at the far end of the station, not wanting people to see the tears that just wouldn't stop. She had popped in and then back out again, but still no sign of him, she had nobody to blame but herself, she was the one that had finished it and now he didn't want to see her. She had never felt as sad in her life as she did at that very moment, turning her head to one side as someone sat next to her, why couldn't they go away and leave her alone.

'Hello, Sylvia.'

Her head swivelled as she turned to see Jordon sat there, he moved closer, putting his arm around her shoulders as he comforted her. He could feel her trembling as he held her tightly, wondering if that was what she wanted. She finally dried her eyes, they looked red and puffy as she dabbed at them with a tissue, 'I thought you weren't coming. God, I must look a mess.'

Jordon just gave her an apologetic smile, 'I'm sorry, the traffic was heavy and then I couldn't find anywhere to park. Do you want to go and grab a coffee?'

Going into the station buffet, he found them a table and went and got two coffee's, returning to the table and putting one in front of her. He sat down opposite, taking a sip from his cup, 'What do you want to talk to me about?'

It took Sylvia several attempts to get started. 'Have you found someone else?' her heart was beating rapidly as she waited for his answer, relief flooding through her as he shook his head.

'I'm sorry, I thought I was doing it for the best, you know I'm getting divorced, it did not seem fair to get you involved in that.

'Look, Jordon, I'm at least ten years older than you. I have two kids and I have bills to pay. Your young and have your life ahead of you, why would you want to be saddled with someone like me?'

Jordon already knew the answer and was finally able to say it, 'Because I love you.' As he watched, her tears came again.

'You have got to be sure Jordon, this a lot of responsibility, it's not going to be easy.'

Jordon nodded his head, 'I don't care, as long as you are with me, then we will get through it somehow.' Her hand reached out across the table as she grasped his, despite the tears and ruined make-up she managed a smile, 'You know I'm in love with you as well.'

He got up from the table, holding his hand out for her to take.

'Let's get out of here and find somewhere quieter.' As they left the station this time, he did not walk behind her as he had done on previous occasions, today he firmly wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he held her to him. He had decided that he would start as he meant to go on and let anyone watching, know, that she was his.

Sylvia knew where they were going straight away, she lowered the sunshade and checked her face. It didn't look as bad as it felt as she patched up around her eyes. Jordon parked the car at the rear of the apartment in the private compound, taking her hand and leading her around the front.

'Good afternoon Master Jordon, Miss Sylvia, lovely to see you again,' said Robert as he welcomed them in.

Once upstairs he took her coat, looking at her from a distance as he hung it in the closet. She was exactly as he remembered as he admired her curves. She turned as he was looking at her, blushing slightly as she noted the adoration written across his face.

They were stood in front of the large window, seemingly joined at the hip.

'Do you realise that this is where it all started?' Sylvia said.

'Not for me,' he replied, 'It started when I first saw an Angel.'

She turned and offered her lips to be kissed, Jordon taking her in his arm and embracing her, remembering the taste of her lips and mouth. It was as though nothing had changed as she felt him pushing against her belly.

Just being held by him again, brought back that familiar excitement and she wondered if that was why he had brought her here. As their mouths parted, she gave him a quizzical look as she turned her head and nodded towards the bedroom, but Jordon initially disappointed her and she felt a slight wobble, fearing there was a reason behind the rejection.

'I can think of nothing better than taking you in there and ripping your clothes off before making love to you, but it's not going to happen today.

'Today is the first day of a new start, I want to get to know you, and ultimately your family. I want you to get to know my family, and I want us to finally become a family.

'Don't worry. There will be plenty of time in the future to take care of that beautiful body of yours.' Jordon told her.

All the old familiar feelings were returning, what he said made sense. It was not just herself she had to consider, it was the divorce and her two children, Andrea and Ian.

'Very well, would you mind getting me a drink,' she asked as she moved over to the large couch.

Jordon poured her a gin and tonic before helping himself to coke as he was driving.

'There are a couple of conditions attached to this,' he said, noticing as she became wary again.

'Firstly, if there is a problem, you speak to me about it, no matter what it is.

'I'm not promising I can solve everything, but together we will find a solution.

'Secondly, and I'm not suggesting this happen immediately, but in time, I want to visit your home, and I want you to visit mine, if we are going to be a couple, then folks need to get used to the fact.'

Sylvia could not help but beam, he never failed to amaze her. He was young only in looks, whatever went on inside his head at times belonged to someone twice his age.

They spent the rest of the afternoon becoming re-acquainted, Jordon finally asking the question that was on his mind. 'What made you decide to call me?' He asked.

Sylvia took a sip of her drink.

'I got waylaid by some of your fan club one evening. I had seen you a couple of time with one or the other of them and presumed they were possibly girlfriends.'

'One of them was a bit forward and mouthy and I thought at first I was going to end up in a fight, but it turned out she was your sister.'

Jordon could not help but smile, that sounded exactly like Sally. Sylvia went on to explain what the other girl had said to his sister. 'She was a stunning young woman, more so because of her olive skin.'

Jordon was surprised, especially to find Melissa speaking to his sister like that.

'She was the one that stayed with us for Christmas last year, you remember I said to you about her, she is called Melissa.'

Jordon could just imagine the surprise on Sally's face when someone stood up to her like that.

Sylvia was looking at him in astonishment, 'Good god Jordon, why would you give up a gorgeous young woman like that for me?'

'It's simple,' he replied, I fell in love with you, and no matter how I tried, I was not in love with her.' Sylvia was stunned as well as feeling elated, it was as though someone had just picked her up and stuck her on a pedestal ten foot high.

At the end of the day he drove her home, pulling up outside her house, she looked up and down her street nervously.

Jordon gave a small laugh, 'They are going to talk, no matter what you do, we might as well give them something to talk about,' he said as he pulled her closer and kissed her goodbye.

'If your husband is going to trade you in for a younger model, is there any reason why you shouldn't do the same?'

He got out of the car and went around to the passenger side, opening her door for her and helping her out, before kissing her again, 'I can see all the curtains twitching,' he said with a mischievous grin as he watched her go indoors.

Jordon returned home to a thousand and one questions, both Sally and his mother wanting to know what had gone on and what he was intending to do. He explained as much as he was prepared to at that moment, probably because he had not had a chance to process it all yet and he knew that there would be lots to sort out.

Of course, the first visitor to his room was Sally, the little that he had already told them, not enough to satisfy her curiosity.

'You didn't tell me you had spoken to Sylvia,' Jordon said. Sally looked slightly embarrassed. 'She said the girl that had approached her had been pushy and mouthy.'

Now, Sally looked indignant, as Jordon broke into a grin and gave her a huge hug. 'She thought you were my girlfriend, thank you, for what you did.'

Sally looked embarrassed again, 'It wasn't me really, and I thought I was going to end up in a fight with her. Truthfully, you should thank Melissa.'

Sat on his bed, he looked at her, feeling proud that she had wanted to protect him. 'I'll speak to Melissa, but I'm still proud of you. What you did took a lot of courage, thank you again.'

He was continually making her blush as she was not used to the praise from him. Sally retaliated in the way she knew best, as she took him by surprise, and pushed him back before leaping on top of him.

'Does that mean you are going to be nice to me?' She asked sexily, as she ground her hips and vagina against him.

Aware that his mother was still downstairs and could be up anytime soon, what could he do.

'Sally, behave, mum could walk in at any moment, I'll come to your room later,' She left him alone retreating to her bedroom, but he knew he would have to keep his promise otherwise he could expect another visit later on.

His next visitor was his mother, it was late, and the house was quiet when she tapped on his door before entering. Jordon was still sat up in bed, too many things whirling around inside his head, making it impossible to sleep.

'Are you sure this is the woman you want to be with?' She asked him, knowing that things would not be easy for him at first and that his life would change.

Jordon nodded his head, 'I'm sure mum, the more I get to know her, the more in love with her I am. I know it's going to be hard, but at the very least, I need to try and make it work.'

Lucille asked him a few more questions before she leant forward to kiss him goodnight. Jordon had abstained for quite a while and could not help himself as his hand cupped her breast and fondled it, eliciting murmurs of pleasure as he applied pressure. She had been to the sports centre that evening and was still dressed in her aerobic outfit, the Lycra fitting her like a glove, as it clung to every curve and contour of her body. Even wearing a sports bra could not stop the two elongated protrusions of her nipples, prominent through the thin stretchy material.

That was all Jordon could concentrate on at first, his fingers softly rubbing each large peak, as her arousal became apparent.

'Jordon you mustn't, Sally could still be awake,' she said but making no effort to stop him.

One of his hands slid between her legs, already able to discern the slight dampness there as her cunt became moist.

'Not here, my room,' she managed to croak, as she fled his bed towards her bedroom, Jordon madly chasing after her, his erect cock bouncing back and forth as he tried to quietly dash along the landing, following his mother.

Once inside he locked the door as Lucille divested herself of her clothing and lay prostrate on the bed with her legs open. Jordon eagerly accepted the invitation as he slid between her thighs and pushed his cock into her moist interior. Lucille moaned with pleasure as he fucked her slowly, his head dipping as he showered kisses on her breasts and nipples, her legs wrapping around him as she pulled him deeper into her cunt with each thrust.

They had both been without for quite a while and so it was not long before Jordon watched his mother writhe beneath him as her first climax shook her, the muscles of her body taut and her fingers scrabbling at the sheet as her hips rose each time to meet his thrusting shaft. Once she had recovered, they changed position, so that she now straddled his hips, his cock snugly buried inside her.

He gazed lovingly at her body, all those months of exercise had paid off, and she did look fit. Jordon knew that she was the only woman that he would ever forsake Sylvia for.

'I suppose one day soon I will lose you completely to Sylvia,' she said, a note of sadness in her voice.

Jordon pulled her down to him, kissing her softly. 'No matter what happens, I promise that I will always make time for me...... and...... you.'

His cock thrust into her as he enunciated each word, taking her breath away as he filled her cunt. Jordon lasted as long as he could, but the softness of her body and the bouncing of her breasts as she rode him quickly took their toll as with a grunt, his cock spewed his semen deep inside her, triggering her second climax.

They lay side by side, covered in perspiration, their breathing gradually slowing.

'I wish you could spend the night with me,' Lucille said as she curled up next to him. Jordon knew it could not be that night, it was only time before Sally came looking for him, he gave it a moment's thought.

'Gran's well enough, and I'm sure Sally could keep an eye on her for one night. Is there any reason why we could not use the apartment one night and stay over?'

Lucille loved the idea immediately, wondering why she had never thought of it before.

'When?' she immediately wanted to know.

'Tell Sally that you have some business to sort out in the city and that I'm seeing Sylvia, and then pick a weekend,' he whispered to her, already looking forward to the idea himself.

They chatted for a while longer, discussing the idea before his mother had drifted into sleep, Jordon quietly slipping from her bed and unlocking the door before making his way to the bathroom. He quickly wiped himself down before listening outside Sally's bedroom door. He could not hear a sound as he turned the doorknob and sidled into her room.

Sally was sound asleep as Jordon uncovered the curtains slightly, letting a modicum of light into the room so that he could see his way around. He knelt at the foot of her bead and stealthily slipped beneath her quilt. She was already laid on her back and Jordon very gently, eased her legs apart, sliding forward until he could feel the warmth of her thighs against his face and smell her musk. His tongue licked softly along the length of her labia as she murmured in her sleep.

Slowly her lips opened, and his tongue delved deeper, flicking every so often at her clitoris.

Sally was having the most erotic dream, she could not make out the face of the person who was exciting her and to be honest, she wasn't bothered as the pleasure was too intense. She knew she was nearing her climax when a blinding light brought her suddenly wide awake. Her body was shaking as she climaxed, someone fervently sucking on her clit as she felt fingers slide inside her cunt, she managed to lift her quit, peering beneath it as Jordon smiled and winked at her.

The following few months were a transitional period for both Jordon and Sylvia. He would sometimes visit her house, even though she was wary that her husband may suddenly turn up.

'It's not that I don't want you here Jordon, it's just that until the divorce is settled, it is liable to complicate matters.'

As it was, matters very shortly we're going to become complicated. As summer rolled into autumn, he invited Sylvia and the two children to come to his home on that Sunday. It had been his mother's idea, 'We have got to meet her at some point, it might as well be sooner than later.'

To Jordon and Sylvia, that day felt more like an interrogation, than a meet the family. His grandmother, mother and sister bombarded them both with questions. The one thing that did seem to go down fairly well where her two children, Andrea was the youngest at six, while Ian was the eldest at eight, his mother had spoilt them all afternoon and the two of them had Sally wrapped around their little fingers. Jordon had been surprised, his sister was a natural with them, as they all chased each other around the house and played games that Sally made up.

As Jordon helped his mother clear the table that evening, he asked what she thought. 'I like her,' she said, 'And I think given time, that they will fit into this family admirably.'

Time, unfortunately, was not something they had as Sylvia telephoned Jordon one evening the following week.

'Please don't come around tonight, Steve's coming over. He wants to discuss something, I'm afraid it may cause trouble if you are here. I promise I'll ring you once he's gone.'

Steve was Sylvia's husband and whilst he saw the kids every week, this was the first time that he was returning to the house. Jordon was worried, not for himself, but for Sylvia, he had seen the result of their last confrontation.

It was ten-o-clock when she phoned him, sounding a little upset.

'Steve told me his new woman is pregnant,' Sylvia told him.

'He's not going to contest the divorce, but he wants me to put the house up for sale and want's half of it so that he can look for somewhere new.

'I can put him off for a while, but ultimately, that's going to happen whether I like it or not. So, I need to start looking for somewhere to rent.'

Jordon tried to reassure her the best that he could, but this type of thing was completely new to him and he felt out of his depth.

He had finished the call and was sat in the lounge looking distracted as he tried to think of a solution. Sally was still out, and his mother had gone up early, complaining of a headache, so that it was just he and his grandmother. It did not take Dorothy long to notice that he seemed concerned about something. 'Come on, spit it out, something is worrying you.'

Jordon explained what Sylvia had told him. 'So, what do you intend to do?' She had asked.

'I honestly do not know gran, things seem to be happening quickly, while I'm still getting used to the situation.'

Dorothy closed her eyes for a few moments as though contemplating the problem.

'Are you committed to her Jordon?' She had asked, he told her 'Yes.'

Nodding her head, she continued, 'Well then, you have two choices, you either look around and try and rent somewhere or, you buy a house.'

Jordon thought about it, he had some money in the bank, his mother had refused to take any of his wages once he started working, so he had just left it to mount up in his bank account. He judged that he had roughly twenty-five thousand saved, asking his grandmother if that would be enough for a deposit.

His grandmother did some quick mental arithmetic. 'Renting is dead money Jordon, it's always better to buy if you can afford it, now don't forget that when Sylvia sells the house, whatever they owe will be deducted and then whatever is left will be divided.

'If you put both amounts together, then that will give you an exceptionally good deposit. I have a few idea's, let me speak to your mother in the morning.'

The following evening when he returned from work, his mother and grandmother called him into the dining room, his grandmother doing the talking.

'We have talked about it today, and this is what we propose. Both you and Sylvia pool your money and look for somewhere to buy. Once you have found a place, your mother and I will buy it.

'You will then pay us, two-thirds of whatever money you have as your deposit. We will set an amount to be paid each month, exactly like a mortgage, except we will not be charging you any interest.

'We will have a document drawn up officially which you will both sign and when you have paid the house off, it will be yours.'

Jordon was ecstatic, eager to tell Sylvia the news. Giving her a quick phone call, he asked if it would be OK for him to pop around. Normally he would turn right out of their driveway, following the road down towards the town and Sylvia's street. For some unfathomable reason, that evening he turned left. He could still get to her house going this way, it was just a longer route. He had only driven about a mile along the winding lane when he came to four detached houses on the side of the road, two on one side and two on the other. What caught his attention was the "For Sale" sign, stuck in the garden of the end house.

He stopped the car and got out, the other three houses all looked cheerful with lighted windows, but that end one looked a little forlorn and uncared for. Opening the gate, he walked up the path of the small garden, peering in through the windows. It was impossible to see anything properly as the house was in darkness. Going around the rear, he was met by a huge garden, completely overgrown. But as he returned, he could not dismiss the huge grin, the house had potential, and Jordon was convinced that it would make a perfect home.

Getting back in his car, he made a note of the estate agents telephone number, eager to give them a call first thing the next morning. He arrived at Sylvia's as she opened the door for him, puzzled at the huge smile plastered across his face.

'Have you just won the lottery?' she asked.

Jordon told her what his mother and grandmother had proposed.

Sylvia looking completely stunned, 'Your family would do that for me?'

'No,' Jordon replied, 'My family would do that for us, and, I may have perhaps already found us a house.'

They managed to get viewing the next evening, his complete family plus Sylvia looking around the house. It needed modernising as very little had been done over the years. Dorothy was in her element as she took Sylvia around, making suggestions. 'I've still got contacts in the trade, my dear, you decide what you want and I'm sure we can get it done.'

They came away, all meeting back at his home as they discussed their options.

'If we modernise it, would you be happy with it?' His grandmother asked, both Sylvia and Jordon saying 'yes,' together. 'OK, leave it to your mother and me, we'll see the estate agent tomorrow and see if we can get things moving.'

By the following weekend, things began to progress, it was as though Dorothy had suddenly got a new lease of life as she began to co-ordinate workmen. She and his mother had put an offer in which had been accepted, even managing to get the price reduced because of the attention the property needed. Jordon and Sylvia were both made to promise that they would not go near the house until Dorothy was happy with the work that needed undertaking.

They had both been out for a meal one evening, his mother happy to babysit the children, Sylvia's divorce was still going through and shortly, her house would go onto the market.

'You have been cordially invited for Christmas if you would like to attend?' Jordon said to her as they drove towards his home, it was a funny thing he thought, they had been seeing each other for quite a while now, and yet, they had still to spend an entire night together. The thought of sharing a bed that she had previously shared with her husband had not appealed to Jordon, and he got the feeling that Sylvia was reticent about sharing his bed in the same house as the rest of his family.

'We would love to come for Christmas,' she replied, 'I might even buy you a present if you are a good boy.' She gave that sexy laugh that Jordon so loved about her. Arriving home, they went and got the kid's, both of whom were drowsing and bundled them into the car, before he drove them around to their own house. Jordon helped her indoors with them, carrying the children one by one up to their bedrooms before kissing her goodnight. 'Take care and I will see you tomorrow.' She waved him off as he left, driving towards home.

He had not gone far when he noticed a solitary figure, instantly recognising Melissa as she walked along. Sounding his horn, he drew up next to her. 'Hello stranger, can I give you a lift?'

Climbing in next to him, she leaned over, giving him a peck on his cheek. Jordon had seen nothing of her since his relationship with Sylvia had restarted. 'Where have you been hiding?' He asked her.

'I've been about,' she told him, 'But Sally's constantly out with Tom nowadays and to be honest, I feel a bit of a gooseberry, tagging along with them. How is life with Sylvia progressing?'

'It's going well Mel, I believe in no small part due to you, why did you do that for me?'

She just shrugged her shoulders, 'It was never going to happen for me, and you, was it? I loved the time we spent together, but I wanted so much more, more, unfortunately, than you were able to give. So eventually I realised that there was no reason for both of us to be unhappy.'

Jordon realised that now, was not the moment to tell her that he had been on the point of asking her out.

Melissa went on to tell him that she had been offered a job, but that it was a couple of hundred miles away.

'It's the type of career I'm looking for and they will also let me finish college up there while I work at the same time and gain experience. I'm just sorting everything out and hopefully, I will move there in January.'

He felt sad at the fact that she was leaving but could understand her reasoning. Hadn't he felt the same when he was suddenly denied his relationship with Sylvia? Whilst really, she was his sister's friend, he had got used to her being around and could not deny that they'd had fun together, the problem was that he did not have those types of feelings for her presently. He wished her all the best as he dropped her off outside her home, wondering if things could perhaps have been different.

Everyone was in bed when he arrived home, he put the television on for a while, not watching it as he cast his mind back at how his life had unfolded, remembering that day, out in the fields, when he and his mother had first had sex.

His thoughts progressed, remembering his sister Sally coming to his room, and how they had ended up fucking and then the Christmas when to avoid Melissa, he had ended up in bed with his grandmother. His first sight of Sylvia featured heavily and the consequent times that they had spent together, even the occasions when he and Melissa had finally got it on.

All those months and years had seemed to pass in a blur, but currently, things seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. Another month and it would be Christmas. Sylvia's house was on the market, but it was slow going at this time of year, not ideal for people looking to move homes. She had told him that her divorce could take nearly two years to become final, both she and her husband trying to make it as amicable as possible. He wondered how the house they had looked at was progressing, neither of them being allowed to visit until his grandmother was satisfied with the work being done. All in all, he felt a little down at the moment, although he saw Sylvia every day, actually getting private time together was quite difficult. Looking back, he realised that he bedded her more when she was married that he presently managed, the children needs, always coming first.

Christmas had finally arrived with Sylvia confiding in him that she was going to find it difficult this year with only the one wage coming in. Jordon had offered to help, but she was having none of it.

'We are not officially your problem yet, I'll manage somehow.'

He went to pick her up on Christmas morning. Unfortunately, this year there was no snow to add to the festive feeling. The kids were excited about their presents, even though there did not seem to be many of them, Jordon remembering quite a few years like that, when Thomas had been alive.

Arriving back home, he could hear voices from all over the house. This year there would be himself and Sylvia and the two kids, along with his mother, grandmother and Sally with her boyfriend Tom. Sadly, this time, Melissa would again be at home with her parents, but there were still enough people to create that Christmas cheer. His mother Lucille had been out and spoilt the children, Andrea and Ian, both had a large pile of presents sat next to the tree, a large tag with their names on it, fastened to each pile. There was an instant clamour as the kids excitedly wanted to rip the paper off all the boxes.

Sylvia stood next to Jordon, her arm around his waist as she watched her children happily opening present after present. She was welling up inside, conscious at how well his family was treating hers. His arm around her shoulder squeezed her, she looked into his face as he mouthed the words 'I love you,' at her, at the moment making her feel like the luckiest person alive.

The day progressed much the same as it did every year, Jordon had settled down after the dinner, feeling too full to move when his mother beckoned him from the kitchen.

Quietly she whispered to him. 'There is one more present, but I think you and Sylvia need to go for a walk and work off all that food you have eaten.'

Tantalisingly, she dangled a set of house keys in front of him, it took Jordon a moment to realise what they were for. The children were happily watching the television as he told her quietly that they needed to go out.

They both sidled from the room, grabbing their coats and getting rugged up before going outside. The wind was bitter as they huddled together and walked down the lane arm in arm with Sylvia asking where they were going.

'I have been told that it is our Christmas present,' was all he would say until finally, they reached the four houses.

It had been a while since they had last seen it, but the front garden now looked manicured and inviting as they walked up the path and Jordon inserted the key into the door lock. Their jaws dropped as they entered, the house was lovely and warm, with the lounge being newly decorated. As they worked their way around, they found a newly fitted kitchen and that the rear of the house had also been turned back into something that resembled a garden. It still needed furniture, but the bedrooms had also had a makeover and new beds sat in each room.

Sylvia was overwhelmed; she could feel the tears trickle down her face as she looked around their new home. Jordon also feeling flabbergasted, the house was perfect, he just knew they were all going to be incredibly happy there.

'Do you think your mother would mind if the kids slept at your house tonight?' She said mischievously, 'I thought perhaps we could christen our new home.'

Jordon did not need asking a second time, determined to check with his mother, once they got back.

It had been a lovely day; his mother had not minded at all and the children were now safely tucked up in bed. His grandmother had retired when Jordon and Sylvia said goodnight to his mother and Sally and set off towards their new home. It felt colder outside, the wind biting against their faces as they made the short journey, letting themselves in, they found the house still warm as they dashed up the stairs to what would eventually be their bedroom.

Eagerly, they undressed each other, marvelling at the attraction they had for the other person. Once naked, Jordon dropped to his knees, his face level with the tattoo which had first caught his attention and had subsequently introduced him to this beautiful woman. He kissed her bare mound, her lips eliciting murmured approval as slowly he worked his way between her legs.

Sylvia moved backwards, sitting squarely on the divan bed, opening her thighs wide so that he could access her already moist centre and then ecstatic as he opened her lips, and she felt his tongue pierce her cunt. Her stomach quivered as his lips gently squeezed her clit before his tongue flicked out at it, involuntary raising her hips from the bed.

'Fuck!' She thought, 'Does he even start to realise how much I love him,' she was about to try and tell him, but his hands, sweeping over her body had reached her breasts and he had suddenly tweaked her nipples causing her to moan loudly.

She needed him to fuck her as she pushed his face away and moved up the bed, her eyes glued to his erect manhood as he advanced on her. She raised her knees and opened her legs wide as Jordon slid between them and then suddenly, she could feel the head of his cock forcing the lips of her pussy open as he slipped it deep inside her, sending a raging urge through her body.

Their lovemaking was slow and indulgent, for the first time, they had no time constraints. There was no one they had to get back to, no fear of being too long and having to make excuses. They made love and spoke of their future before making love again, eventually falling asleep, cradled in each other's arms. Jordon awoke first, turning on his side as he watched Sylvia sleeping, hoping that she realised how much in love with her he was. She awoke slowly, smiling at him when she noticed him watching her.

'What are you looking at?' She asked him,

'The most beautiful creature I've ever met,' was his reply as he kissed her tenderly.

At last, they rose, washing and dressing, aware that the kids would probably be waiting, but not yet ready to put an end to the most perfect of nights.

'Don't worry,' Jordon told her, 'We will soon be able to do this every night.'

Together they made their way back to his home, folk were only just getting up and the children had not even missed them as they arrived back, his mother putting down hot drinks in front of both of them.

'Looks like someone had a good night,' she said with a sly smile, perhaps wishing it might have been her.

By February Sylvia's house had been sold and they had moved in together into their new home. The kids were excited with their new rooms and the large garden, even though it was yet too cold to go out and play in it. They soon developed a routine, Jordon's mum only too happy to drop the kids off and pick them up from school. She quite enjoyed having the youngsters around the house, now that her own two were grown up.

All their friends and family quickly accepted them as a couple. Even at work, it had not taken long before their relationship was accepted, the girls in Sylvia's office often enquiring how she had managed to pull a handsome young man. Sylvia never divulged the truth of what had initially attracted him to her, that would always remain their secret.

Sally and Tom continued with their relationship though she would still occasionally entice Jordon back home when she suddenly decided that she needed to get back at Tom for some reason and wanted her brother to fuck her. Jordon always found time for his mother, it was a lot more difficult now that he had a home of his own, but he still managed to find time to visit her, the secret bunker often coming in very handy as they continued to make love.

That year passed in a whirlwind of activity, old furniture to dispose of new furniture to buy. Each evening, he and the two kids would take Max for a walk over the fields while Sylvia got the tea ready. Other times they would have tea at his mother's, enjoying the luxury of not having to cook after a long day at work.

They both set to on the gardens come spring, and by summer it was an oasis of tranquillity, as well as a playground for Andrea and Ian who both seemed to be able to wreck things faster than Jordon or Sylvia could build them. All in all, he thought, as Christmas once again approached, he had loved every second of their first year together as a family.

It was the following spring when Sylvia's divorce came through, she had shown Jordon the letter's, but he had not brought the subject up again as spring turned into summer. They'd had tea at his mother's that evening when he asked her if she fancied a walk. They left the kids playing as they strolled across the gardens and into the treeline, exiting into the fields beyond which they had trod many times.

Arm in arm they walked several fields until eventually, Jordon led her back to the exact spot that he had caught a glimpse of her, over two years ago now.

'I still remember that very first sight of you, doing press-ups,' he added with a grin, receiving a punch to his shoulder as she still blushed at the memory.

And then suddenly, Jordon was on one knee in front of her, 'You know I adore you, and I don't ever want to be without you again, I suppose what I'm asking,' he fumbled for words as he produced a small velvet box, 'Sylvia, will you marry me?'

She was stunned, at a loss for words, the sod had been planning this all along she thought, which was why he had said nothing since her divorce. She'd left him kneeling there long enough she decided.

'Of course, I will,' she said, a large grin plastered across her face as he slipped the ring on her finger.

Without a doubt, she was going to marry him, who wouldn't, there was no chance she was going to let him go a second time, he had made her life idyllic and she loved him with every ounce of her soul.

'You know, you could always show me how much you want me,' she suggested mischievously, as her fingers traced the length of his cock through his trousers. Jordon glanced around as his hand gently pulled the hem of her dress higher, before slipping it between her legs and rubbing her cunt through her flimsy panties.

It took him no time at all to divest himself of his clothes, standing at the edge of the treeline, naked with his cock jutting out in front of him. Sylvia dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Her tongue teased him to further stiffness, a throbbing so intense that it felt as though his cock would burst. Grasping his hardness, she worked her hand up and down its length, slowing masturbating him as he groaned and opened his legs wider so that she could cup and caress his scrotum.

Sylvia waited and waited as she excited him, picking the most opportunistic moment to rip her clothes off and lay back, opening her legs wide so that he could penetrate her cunt. His cock slammed into her quim as he rode her, her legs encircling his waist, pulling him deeper into her moist warm centre. And then, at last, they consummated their frantic coupling as she cried his name, her body convulsing as Jordon emptied his cream deep inside her.

They dressed and returned home, all the women crowding around her as they admired the engagement ring and asking when the big day would be.

In actuality, it was six months later that Sylvia and Jordon stood side by side in front of the registrar and made their vows, waiting for those final words.

'I pronounce you husband and wife.' Jordon knew his life was finally complete, come what may, he would continue to find time for the females in his family, but from now on, Sylvia would take centre stage.




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