The Trouble with Twins (4.65)	Mom & Aunt interfere in son's sex life.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	10/04/20





The Trouble with Twins
by miss_D_mena ©




He heard his Auntie Pam call, that she was just nipping out and would be back shortly, or at least he presumed it was Pam, she and his mother were twins and all his life he had been unable to tell them apart, much to their amusement as they had continually confused him over the years.

As a child, he would think he was out with his mother, only to find later that it was Pam, or he would confide something to his aunt and then find out he had actually told his mother. They were identical in every sense, even on occasions wearing the same clothes so that people couldn't tell them apart. Since her marriage broke up last month Pam had been staying with them and in that time his life had become purgatory. His mother alone was fine but put them both together and they were soon up to their antics, meaning he was never sure whom he was speaking to.

He wondered if that was why both of their marriages had failed, his aunt had told him tales of how they would often swap boyfriends without the poor chap realising. Having both sampled his wares, he would be awarded points and if he didn't make the grade he would be gone. Did they do that with their husbands he sometimes wondered, the men reaching a stage were they were never sure that the woman they were speaking to or in bed with was the one that they had married.

At eighteen he had just left high school and was waiting to see if his university application had been accepted as he looked forward to his summer break. Although he would be seeing his mates later he was aware that in the next few months they would all be going their separate ways and that his life going forward would start to change.

His reverie was broken as his mother entered his bedroom, 'What are you doing, hiding away on such a glorious day, you should be out.'

He looked at her quizzically for a moment until she laughed, 'It's me, honestly.'

Over the last few weeks, he had become reticent to just divulge what was on his mind, lest he found he was not telling the right person. His mother sat on the edge of his bed next to him, Carole could always tell when something was troubling her son and she was betting it had something to do with his girlfriend Helen.

'Woman trouble?' She asked, catching the imperceptible nod of his head.

He and Helen had argued the night before; he was hopefully going to the university near their home while she had chosen one at what felt like the other side of the country. He had told her he did not mind, they could still keep in touch and anyway, they would be together at the end of each term.

He had been saddened to learn that she had other idea's, she was finding complications where none existed and it sounded to him that what she wanted was her freedom to screw around if she felt like it, the problems arising when he used those very words and she had stormed off, telling him to 'Go to fuck' and that it was over.

Carole commiserated with him, telling her son that other girls would come along and in six months he would have forgotten about Helen. What she was thinking was that the girl was a spoilt bitch who needed a good slapping and she wanted to retaliate on Simons behalf but knew better than to interfere.

Standing, she ruffled his hair, he'd had previous girlfriends but she knew this one had been different, even now she could still remember her first love and the bitterness afterwards.

Simon was out, leaving Carole and Pam to chat over a glass of wine.

'Simon seemed a bit subdued today,' Pam commented.

Carole explaining what had happened.

'Perhaps we could find him a woman for the summer?' Pam wondered out loud, what she wasn't about to tell her sister was that she was happy to give it a go herself.

Simon was a good-looking young man and while he was half her age, that didn't mean that she would be averse to jumping into bed with him.

'How are we going to find him a young woman?' Carole asked, 'It's not like we know lots of them,' she laughed, suddenly noticing the mischievous look on her sister's face.

Although they were identical, the easiest way to tell them apart was the ideas that they each came out with. While she was sensible and a pragmatist, Pam was out there, she would always come up with the most outlandish impractical ideas and was game for literally anything.

'What about one of our friends, we know several that are separated or divorced, just like me,' Pam said, having added the last bit without her sister realising.

'I'm sure Simon doesn't need a middle-aged woman,' Carole said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Pam gave her sister her best simplistic look, 'My god Carole, he's eighteen years old, his hormones are in overdrive and I'll bet he has already fantasised about an older woman. 'At that age, they'll shag anything that will open their legs,' she finished with a laugh.

What she said was probably true, it was just that Carole was not enamoured at the idea of her son going out with an older woman.

'Look, Sis,' Pam continued, 'As you said, it's only for the summer, once he's at university he'll forget about them.'

Carole admitted the idea had some merits, but whom would they chose.

'What about Megan?' Pam asked with a smirk, watching the look on her sisters face change to one of shock.

'What, Megan the maneater, Christ, she'd gobble him up and spit him out.' Carole replied, both women laughing heartily, Megan was in her early thirties and very attractive, but she went through men for fun, hence her nickname.

'How about we have a barbeque one weekend, we can ask several of the girls if they would be interested in Simon and then get the gang around and he can choose which one he wants,' Pam suggested, excited as Carole nodded her head.

As it was, quite a few of their friends expressed an interest which surprised Carole, probably because she had never thought of Simon in any other way than as her son. The party was arranged for the following weekend with Carole pulling her son to one side, 'We are having some of the girls over this weekend, be a sweety and give me a hand?'

Simon readily agreed, going out with his friends meant that he kept seeing Helen which left him feeling slightly bitter all night, so he was happy to help his mother out, and anyway it wasn't all bad, nearly all of her friends were MILF's.

Saturday afternoon thankfully turned out to be a nice day, the weather warm without being too hot as his mother's friends arrived. He wondered if they would bring other blokes with them but as it turned out he was the only male there.

Whilst he knew all of them, at first he just helped out by fetching and carrying until his Aunt Pam pulled him to one side, 'Have a drink and join in, let your hair down a bit.'

He smiled at her but felt a little bit out of his depth until she moved closer and whispered in his ear, 'Do you realise Simon, that over half the women here want to get you into bed?'

Pam was waiting for a look of surprise to appear on his face, unfortunately, it was her expression that suddenly changed as he asked, 'Does that include you, Pam?'

'What, err, what gives you that idea?' she asked, stumbling over her words.

In response, her nephew turned to face her and gave her the warmest smile ever, which made her heart flutter as he looked her up and down before staring intently into her eyes, 'Just asking, if you don't ask, you don't get.'

For the first time in a while, Pam was at a loss for words, did she say something, did she make a play for him or just downright deny it. Remembering what he had just said, she turned to move, 'Maybe,' she said with a sly smile as she went and mingled, trying to control her breathing and conscious that her heart was pounding in her chest.

After a couple of drinks, he loosened up and began chatting to all his mother's friends, initially most of the conversations started with the usual, 'How's college been? 'Looking forward to university?' But very quickly the subject in nearly every case changed to 'Any girlfriend presently?'

When in each case he shook his head it was made clear to him that if he would like to take them out, he only had to ask. Simon knew that this was all down to his mother and aunt but reckoned if the opportunity was being proffered, who was he to refuse. And so some got accepted for the following week, while to others he apologised and suggested, 'Maybe the week after?'

Very quickly he was booked up with attractive women for the next two weeks, he'd had the sense not to date one a night, instead he spaced them out every other night, wondering what his mates would make of it when he started appearing with older women, the thought making him chuckle.

As he circulated, Jodie caught his eye, she was a bit younger than the other women and when in company tended to stick to the fringes as he wondered if she was a little bit shy. She was one of a few that had not made a pass at him and seemed a bit out of her depth stood at one end of the patio.

Grabbing a couple of glasses of wine he made his way over to her. 'Hi, I'm Simon, which I presume you know if your part of this gang,' he said as he indicated the large group of women, who by now were starting to get sloshed and loud.

'You seem to have been busy,' she said shyly, she had seen a lot of the women approach him and then move away with a triumphant look on their faces. On the grapevine, she had heard the rumours, but it was not her style and she was no way bold enough to ask him something like that, even though she was attracted to him and would dearly love to go out with him.

'Between you and me, I'm sure that this is something that my mother and aunt have cooked up, they think I'm moping over my ex,' he told her.

She looked at him sheepishly, 'And are you?

Simon shrugged his shoulders, 'Perhaps at first, but not anymore, her loss,' he said confidently. Jodie wanted to ask him, just like the other women had, she just couldn't pluck up the courage.

Simon never fathomed why he asked her, perhaps because she was gorgeous, her blonde hair hanging halfway down her back and currently fastened in a ponytail, exposed the prettiest face he could ever remember seeing. He had no idea what she may be like naked but even dressed, she had a body to die for.

He was thinking that if she was divorced, her husband must have been a complete idiot to let someone as attractive as she was, slip through his fingers. He supposed later that he felt a little bit sorry for her and perhaps that was why he asked, 'Look, Jodie, tell me if I'm being a bit forward or tell me to bugger off if you want. 'I know I'm young..... but do you fancy going out one evening?'

He saw her face brighten, her smile when it came making his heart miss a beat, 'I'd like that very much,' she said, looking a little embarrassed.

Simon found he spent most of the rest of the afternoon in her company as they got on like a house on fire. As people, bit by bit started to leave she told him she was going, Simon walking her around to the front of the house. She had just meant to kiss his cheek, but on impulse, she kissed his lips and felt him pull her closer, the kiss was dreamy, it wasn't rushed and he made no attempt to put his tongue in her mouth, it was just..... well, dreamy, all the more so because she instantly felt what was happening down below.

She set off down the road thinking to herself, 'If I turn and he's still watching, he's interested,' her heart was beating faster as she turned her head to look back and Simon waved to her, good job he couldn't see the smirk presently plastered across her face.

Monday evening came around as he prepared to take the first of his mother's friends out, he'd picked out some casual clothes but nothing like he would normally wear if he was meeting his mates, pant's shirt and jacket should suffice he thought, especially as the first one was Megan and he already knew about her reputation which was why in his pocket he had a little blue pill.

He knew about their true use but his mates would take one occasionally, telling him it made them last all night. He was going to meet her in the bar and then maybe get a bite to eat, his mother had passed him some money and then Pam had passed some more, or was it the other way about. Pam had said nothing to him after Saturday but he had caught her several times looking at him.

In the bar, his mates called him over but he explained he was meeting someone as he waited for Megan to arrive. He was not disappointed when she did, trying not to smirk as he turned to glance at his friends and saw them sat around with their mouths open.

Like himself, she had dressed casually but Megan's idea of casual and his was completely different. There was no denying she was extremely attractive and he saw heads turn as she entered, whether that was her looks or down to what she was wearing was anyone's guess.

Megan had always been ample in the boobs department and tonight her top, which must have been at least one size too small, emphasised the fact with quite a lot of flesh on display. She had on a pair of leather pants which surely must have been sprayed onto her because even Simon couldn't work out how she got in or out of them. Teamed with a pair of heels which made her as tall as he was, she was a masturbatory fantasy.

He got them both a drink as she moved in closer to him and they chatted about inconsequential things, Simon noticing more of his friends arriving and the nudges and winks that were going around. It was particularly satisfying when Helen walked in with some of her friends and noticed him, her friends looking at Megan in awe.

They stayed at the bar for about an hour before Simon suggested they could get something to eat if she wanted, Megan slipped her arm around his waist as she moved in closer and whispered in his ear, 'Why waste the time, I don't live far away, come back to mine and I'll find you plenty to eat.' He nodded his head and got a lingering kiss in return.

Megan had a fashionable apartment which must have cost a fair bit, not as though he got the chance to look around it because she was on him the minute they were through the door, pulling him into an embrace and grinding her pelvis against him as delightedly, she felt the erection that pushed back against her.

Leading him into her bedroom he was surprised at how quickly she got out of the tight-fitting clothes as she displayed her naked body to him. Simon removed his jacket, placing it over a chair before slipping off his loafers and socks and keeping her waiting as she watched him unbutton his shirt slowly. The pill had kicked in and the bulge in the front of his pants had attracted Megan's attention as she nearly drooled with anticipation.

When he removed his shirt she could not contain herself as she rushed at him, pushing her oversize boobs against him as one of her hands went down to his groin. The kiss this time was one of aggression and arousal as he took her nipples between finger and thumb, applied pressure and twisted, hearing the heavy growl in her throat.

She was 'hot to trot' he decided as she scrabbled at his pants, trying to unfasten them but he removed her hands and took a step backwards as he unfastened the button, slid the zip down and dropped his pants and briefs all at once and stepped out of them, his erection springing upwards now that it was released.

'Oh..my..god!' She exclaimed as she stared at his shaft, but that was all she managed as Simon scooped her up and carried her to the bed, placed her at the end and opened her legs wide. Her fanny was already open and wet as he pushed the head of his cock against her pink interior and inched forward, keeping her waiting and gasping as bit by bit he shoved his manhood into her quim.

Megan gave a loud grunt when she finally managed to get the full length of his cock inside her, feeling his plump helmet touch the back of her fanny. All so slowly at first, he started to withdraw and then slid back into her until her natural juices enabled him to fuck her with more force. At that point, Megan could not quite believe what she was experiencing, his shaft felt large by comparison to most men she had dated and as it slid into her pussy once more it seemed to hit every sensitive spot on its travel. She was panting, her arousal building swiftly and she hoped he was not a one-shot wonder as his hips seemed to move a little faster.

Simon reached forward and massaged her full breasts, tweaking her nipples as he watched her face start to change expressions, 'Oh my god Simon, that's so good. 'Oh yeah, yes. 'Shit, yeah, fuck me.'

And that was what he did as he started to ram his cock into her, hearing the squelching noises each time their groins slammed together and his balls slapped against her arse. He had kept himself in check and knew that he was not going to climax yet, but he knew that she was as he fucked her ferociously.

Megan screamed her release, her body arching and straining as she orgasmed, she was trying to breathe but her release was so intense that she felt like she was floating and he was still pumping into her as he prolonged her climax. She had lost it for a moment and was finally coming back to reality when she felt his hot breath against her quim as he opened her up and then his tongue was lapping at her clitoris and piercing her fanny.

'Oh my god, this can't be happening,' she thought to herself, her arousal already building again as he worked on her fanny. She was so sensitive that at one point she was trying to squirm away from him for a minute, but he held her firmly by her hips as his tongue continued to penetrate her cunt. She was just about managing to keep control, that was until he took her clit between his lips, applied pressure and flicked his tongue over it causing her to climax once more as her top half thrashed about on the mattress, her bottom half still gripped firmly and his mouth still pleasuring her cunt.

Her body was shaking from the multiple orgasms but he allowed her no respite as he moved her up the bed and asked her to kneel on all fours, her arms shaking as he moved to her rear and she felt his throbbing shaft slide inside her once more. Her arousal had reached such an extent that she wasn't in control of it, in fact, she wasn't sure if she could take anymore just yet, but then felt something push against the puckered entrance of her arse and screamed as his shaft slid up her rectum.

He sodomised her as his hands reached under and squashed her tits before moving across her belly as it applied pressure to her clit before his fingers slipped into her quim. He built her arousal until he was sure that she was ready before flipping her over and ramming his cock into her cunt, fucking her for all he was worth and then crying out as Megan climaxed again and his cock exploded inside her as spurt after spurt of cum blasted the back of her twat.

When she opened her eyes it was dark and someone was holding her protectively, 'Simon?' She asked.

'It's ok, I'm still here,' he told her softly, his strong arms cradling her.

She was exhausted, 'Jesus Christ Simon, no one has ever made love to me like that,' she told him, Megan, for the first time in her life was sated and didn't know if she could manage it again.

'I'm glad I pass muster then,' he replied and she heard him chuckle. She felt his hand touch her breast and start to roam as he fondled her tit's and teased her nipples erect once more. Her hand resting on his stomach could feel the jerking and twitching of his cock as he became erect again, her hand gripping him as she slid his skin back and forth. She was still wondering if she could manage it when he rolled her on top of him and she straddled his hips.

She did not need to worry, as this time he was gentle with her as she lowered herself onto his shaft, he didn't so much fuck her, as to make love to her, their climax's coming simultaneously as he filled her fanny once more. When at last she had to release him so that he could dress before he left, she felt sad, she would have liked to make that night a permanent thing but knew in her heart that the age gap was just too large for it to ever work.

He noticed that she seemed sad as he dressed 'Is there any reason why we can't do this again sometime?' She asked.

'Maybe,' he said with a smile, rewarding her with a kiss so sweet and soft that Megan wished she had been twenty years younger.

Thankfully everyone was in bed when he arrived home, at least he had avoided the inquisition until the morning he thought as he made his way to bed. Carole looked in on him the next morning as she got up but he was still fast asleep and so she left him and closed his door softly.

Pam came down soon afterwards, 'Is he home?' She asked, her sister nodding her head. 'And you haven't woken him to see how it went?'

Carole shook her head at her sister, 'Leave the poor lad alone, he's still asleep.'

Pam was laughing, 'Knowing Megan as we do, it wouldn't surprise me if he sleeps right through the summer.'

Carole just knew that Pam would not be able to hold out and soon afterwards caught her on the phone, 'Who's that?' Carole asked.

Pam, beckoning her over, 'Listen.'

When the conversation finished, both women just sat there and stared at each other. Megan had never been able to keep her sexual exploits under wraps and had given them a graphic description of last night.

Carole appeared to be in shock, surely it wasn't her son that Megan had just described, sensing a warm feeling in her belly as she had listened and felt a little disgusted with herself for some of the images that had sprung into her mind. Pam, on the other hand, had her thighs clamped tightly together because if she didn't, there was every prospect of her ending up touching herself as she thought of Simon fucking her.

It was a nice day again and after breakfast, he went and sat out in the garden, guessing that it wouldn't be long before his mother and aunt joined him.

'How did it go?' Carole asked, with Simon, presuming it was his mum, 'Where did you go?'

Simon just told them that he and Megan had a few drinks before going back to her place and left it at that, he knew that the first one to get up and move would be his mother, which meant the one remaining was Pam.

She moved closer to him and spoke in a whisper, 'Megan gave us a brief rundown, it seems that she has never met anyone like you, she is already missing you.'

Simon allowed himself the slightest of smiles as he turned to his aunt, 'Jealous?'

He wasn't expecting the forthright answer as she glanced around and said 'Yes.'

'Will you be going back again?' She asked, the question catching in her throat, and waiting as it was now Simon's turn to glance around before he spoke.

'I don't think so, it was fun but she wasn't the person I've always wanted,' he said, mysteriously.

Of course, Pam was inquisitive, nothing was better than someone else's secret.

'I'm pretty sure you are my aunt Pam, so I'm going to tell you something,' he said as she waited expectantly and he checked his mother was not in earshot before turning back to her, 'I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and you have never realised?'

Pam felt as though someone had just slammed a fist into her stomach, she couldn't breathe and she was shaking.

She started to smile, 'The bugger, he got me, pulling my leg like that,' but the smile faltered as she saw that he was being serious. Her mind was in turmoil, questions tumbling in and out of her head, questions she wanted to ask Simon, questions she could only answer herself. It was too much and in her sister's house, it wasn't the time or place to be having that type of conversation.

When she finally managed to speak the words came out slightly disjointed, 'Not here, need to be alone. 'Carole, your mum, the park in town..... in an hour?'

And with that, she sprang up and disappeared while Simon grabbed his mobile and called Jodie to make arrangements for the weekend, that was the reason he had purposefully kept it free.

Phone call finished, he let his mother know he was going out as he made his way towards town and the small park on its edge. Before going there he grabbed a couple of coffee's and found a bench inside the park, waiting patiently for Pam to appear.

She looked subdued as she sat down near to him and accepted the drink; having managed to clear her mind on the journey here, her head was once more full of questions.

She looked serious as she turned to him, 'This isn't some kind of joke, is it Simon?' Was the first thing she asked but he just shook his head.

'Unlike the sudden interest by all your's and mom's friends,' he said with a chuckle.

'When you said about being in love with me, you weren't serious?' Pam pressed him.

Simon sat back on the bench and closed his eyes, 'For as long as I can remember, you have been around, and even when I was very young, I knew you were so beautiful and that I loved you, even though I probably didn't understand what it meant.

'I felt quite hurt when you got married because I thought you might wait for me', he laughed sadly as he remembered emotions from many years ago.

'As I got older and understood reality, I knew what I felt was irrational and could never happen but sadly, it didn't stop me being in love with you.'

He was laughing out loud now as he leant forward and hung his head, 'It's stupid and childish, but at least you know now for what its worth.'

Pam was close to tears, she could remember his big blue eyes as a child, following her whenever she was around at her sister's. Even as he got older, he would forsake his friends if she visited.

'Christ, he was half her age and her nephew and here he was professing his love for her,' she didn't know what to do, her sensible side, which occasionally surfaced, was telling her to hug him, tell him he would grow out of it and then walk away.

But at the moment it wasn't the sensible side that had the upper hand, she couldn't focus on him as Carole's son, all she could see was a very attractive young man who she knew she had feelings for, and as much as she knew those feelings were wrong, she couldn't just dismiss them, they were far too strong.

Glancing around, she inched nearer to him, taking one of his hands in hers, 'You know if we did this, no one could ever know, your mum would kill me.'

Simon sat up and turned to face her but kept hold of her hand, 'Why are you prepared to take that risk, Pam, your gorgeous and could have any man you wanted and I'm just a kid, it's not like I could offer you anything. 'Or is it just the sex that interests you?'.

The least she could do was be truthful with him she decided, 'Your very handsome and I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you.

'The thought of being in bed with you gives me goosebumps, I'm sorry, I can't explain why.

'Your young and I can't understand why you would have any interest in someone who is old enough to be your mum.'

She gave an ironic laugh, 'In fact, I'm the same age as your mum, truthfully Simon, all I can tell you, is that as you got older, the more I fantasised about you,' Pam concluded, hanging her head in shame.

Even though it was a Tuesday and school holidays, there were very few people about yet and the park was empty as he moved close to her and lifted her chin. Pam looked into those blue eyes, convinced they were getting closer and then his lips met hers. His kiss was soft and warm but she could sense the underlying passion as she responded.

'Oh my god it's happening,' she thought as a warm glow started in her chest and radiated outwards. She could have sat there forever and kissed him because it felt like the most natural thing in the world, she may have only been separated a short while, but she was sure her husband had never kissed her like this.

When their lips finally parted, she wrapped her arms around his and cuddled in close to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Pam hadn't a clue what was going to happen next, she hadn't even thought that far. Even though she and Carole were off this week, next week they were back at work in the estate agents they jointly owned.

She wanted to spend time with Simon and she desperately wanted to get him into bed, but currently, she refused to even consider doing that at her sister's house. Her own home was still occupied by her husband and short of renting a hotel room, which just felt tacky, she had no ideas.

Wednesday evening saw Simon out again, this time it was Donna who was a vivacious redhead and at least dressed a little more demurely than Megan had, but even so, she was a looker and he had the pleasure in the bar, of his mates sitting gobsmacked for a second time.

Davy had cornered him in the loo's, 'Bloody hell Simon, she's gorgeous, where are you finding them?'

Simon just shrugged his shoulders, 'Don't know mate, they just keep throwing themselves at me,' he said with a laugh.

Helen had been there again and he could see her friends nudging her frequently, as much as she tried not to, her eyes would keep glancing over to him.

As with Megan, he ended up back at her house and in bed with her, only this time he had changed tack and their love-making had been slow and considerate but no less intense. She had asked him to stay the night, but he knew that could easily lead to something he presently wasn't looking for.

When he arrived home only one person was waiting up for him, he just wasn't sure which one it was.

'Are you alright?' she asked, 'I don't want to know any details, it was just a bit of fun, but now it doesn't feel right, it feels like I've been pimping for my son.' Simon able to see the tears in her eyes.

'It's ok mum, it's just a bit of fooling around and nothing serious is going to happen with any of them,' he said as he put his arm around her shoulders.

Carole let him comfort her for a few minutes and then had to move, having him sat so close and holding her had awoken those disgusting thoughts once more.

She had gone to bed and he was just finishing his brew when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and wondering what his mum had forgotten. He knew immediately who it was as she entered, by the hurt that her face displayed, 'Hi Pam.'

She nodded as she sat next to him on the couch, 'I don't want to know, I just want it to be over,' she said and he could tell she was close to tears.

Friday was his third and on this occasion it was Rachel, her curly auburn hair flowing over the collar of her expensive jacket and her legs and hips encased in blue jeans with knee-high boot's, the jeans so tight that they caught peoples attention as she entered and moved to the bar, kissing his cheek. When he glanced over his mates were grinning like Cheshire cats and Helen sat over in the corner had a face like thunder.

They had a few drinks before deciding to move on to a restaurant and were just leaving when Helen intercepted him, 'Can I have a word?' she asked quietly.

He excused himself and moved a couple of feet away, 'Why are you doing this Simon?' She asked and he could tell that she was hurting.

His face was emotionless as he spoke, 'I'm not doing anything other than enjoying myself. 'Remember, you were the one who broke it off.' He saw Helen look past him and felt the presence of someone by his side.

'Are you the ex?' Rachel asked, Helen, trying to look defiant as she nodded. 'Silly girl.....Big mistake!' Rachel said as she dragged Simon away, leaving Helen looking close to tears.

On this occasion, there was no one waiting on his return home, his mother heard the front door close and tried to settle down but the knowledge that he had probably just come from the bed of another one of her friends was upsetting her. In the room a few doors away, Pam was sobbing into her pillow, her heart ached and she wanted it all to stop.

She cursed herself constantly for her stupid idea, why could she not just have kept her mouth shut, this was all her fault.

Simon was restless and as quietly as he could he went to the bathroom for a shower, he'd enjoyed the evening but the initial excitement was starting to wear a little thin. Back in his room, he seemed to constantly watch the clock, three o'clock already, on a whim he threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and eased his bedroom door open. As quiet as he could be, he tip-toed to Pam's room and ever so slowly, turned the knob before slipping around the door.

He felt his way across the room and knelt by the side of her bed, gently shaking her shoulder until she woke, sleepy and bleary-eyed. 'Simon?'

'Shush, meet me downstairs, be quiet and don't put any lights on,' he told her before disappearing.

Pam eased herself out of bed and put on a dressing gown before as quietly as she could, she made her way downstairs. He'd put a side-light on at the far end of the lounge and he could see that his aunt's eyes looked puffy as she entered. She couldn't hide the misery on her face as he approached her.

'I'm so sorry Pam, I'm going to call the rest off,' he said as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

She wanted to cry again as she pressed her face against his shoulder but he wasn't going to allow it as he cradled her face and kissed her. Held tightly against him as their mouths moved together she could feel his manhood pushing against her belly as it started to grow, 'I want you,' she managed to gasp as their lips parted for a second.

She took a step back from him and looking into his face, opened her dressing gown and displayed her naked body. Simon gazed in awe at her beauty, you would never consider that she was twice his age, there were no wrinkles or blemishes, her figure slim and breasts still pert. He tried to take her all in at once, memorising every feature from her blonde hair cut in a boys style, exactly like his mothers, to her still flat stomach, the wisps of blonde hair that covered her mound and the legs that he was sure would look perfect in stockings.

He watched her face change as she giggled and looked down towards his groin, 'I think someone's trying to get out,' she said, trying to suppress a laugh.

Simon pulled his t-shirt over his head as Pam reached out and ran her hands over his chest and then down over his stomach, 'You or me?' He asked, indicating his shorts.

She couldn't resist as she began pushing them down, having to pull the front away to get it over his shaft, her hand going to her mouth as he finally stood in front of her naked.

'Oh my god, Simon,' she said as she ditched her gown and thrust herself against him.

Picking her up, he carried her across to the couch and placed her on it, taking some cushions he placed them on the floor in front of her and knelt, Pam, wrapping her legs around him as she pulled him close and felt his cock rub against her fanny.

He did not need to arouse her, she was already ripe, her labia was open and she was moist as the head of his shaft pushed against her quim and he felt its tip slip inside, her eyes fluttering as she uttered a guttural moan.

'I'm sorry, but we'll have to be quiet,' he whispered as he kissed her and slid the rest of his cock up her fanny, feeling her gasping as her muscles relaxed and welcomed him in. As he fucked her slowly, he kept having to kiss her to keep her quiet, especially as he cupped and fondled her breasts and teased her erect nipples.

Pam peered down, watching his pulsing manhood appear and then disappear as it slid into her pussy, the sight highly erotic and then the sensation as he filled her sending waves of pleasure flooding through her body.

Even though their arousal was reaching a crescendo, he was still tender with her, making sure that what he was doing caused her no discomfort until at last, she begged him, her body ready and her eyes boring into him as she demanded, 'Fuck me, Simon, really fuck me,' his hips beginning to move faster as he rammed his cock into her, his balls banging against her arse as she pulled her legs higher, determined to get as much of his shaft inside her as she could until the dam burst and she was floating, waves of pleasurable sensations flooding through her body and colliding in her brain as she felt his ejaculation and his semen hit the back of her twat.

With heaving chests and their bodies covered in sweat, she could not stop kissing him, his forehead, his eyes, nose, cheeks and chin and especially his sweet lips. When he went to withdraw from her fanny she wanted to keep him there forever, but it was after four o'clock and they must return to their beds.

Simon and Pam were both listless the next morning, the lack of sleep had caught up with them which was why Simon elected to set a lounger up in the garden and hopefully get some shut-eye, aware that he was taking Jodie out that evening. Pam came out for a short while but as she was living at her sisters she couldn't expect to be waited on and so after half an hour went back inside to help Carole with the chores.

When his mother popped out to the shops, Pam took her chance to speak to him alone as she sat on the next lounger. 'Thank you, it was fantastic, but we have a problem and at the moment I can't see a solution. 'We took a chance last night but it was risky and it's only time before we get caught. 'I want you, but I just don't know presently how we can be alone.'

Simon sat up, swinging his legs around as he faced her and took her hands in his, 'I have an idea' he said, which immediately caused Pam to give him her full attention.

'The houses that are up for sale, when you do a viewing, are the owners always there?' He asked with a wicked smile.

Pam's face lit up, of course, she had been trying to overthink the problem and had completely missed the fact that some houses on their books presently had no residents. It was simplistic and yet she had missed it, there were still risks involved, but those risks she could live with. She was going to throw herself at him, even though her sister may return at any moment but he kept her at bay as he said he had something else to speak to her about.

She felt nervous, something in the way he spoke setting off alarm bells in her head.

Simon took a deep breath and started, 'Fact one, I love you, fact two, what we are doing is illegal and if anyone ever found out we would be in serious trouble. 'I've checked, and whilst indoors and alone, we can do what we want, but outside, we could never carry on that type of relationship. 'I could never marry you, we could never have children.'

Pam acknowledged that what he was saying was true, it was easy to imagine having the same kind of relationship with him that she'd had with her husband, but in reality, knew that could never happen.

'Fact three, I'm going to phone the other women up over the weekend and cancel the dates, but that in itself may create a problem in the future.'

He continued, 'If I suddenly go from having had a girlfriend and taking other women out to not seeing anyone at all, then it's only time before tongues will start to wag, and people will start wondering what's going on, me sharing a house with two beautiful women.'

Pam knew something was coming that she was not going to like, but she also knew they were in an impossible position and so was prepared to hear him out.

'What I'm proposing is that I find a girlfriend,' he said and Pam felt those first pangs of jealousy. 'I'm not thinking of any of the women I made dates with but someone I could be seen with at regular intervals which would remove any suspicions.'

Again it made sense Pam accepted, it was the thought of sharing him, 'Have you got someone in mind?' She asked cautiously.

Simon nodded his head, 'I was thinking about Jodie,' he told her, giving Pam time to digest what he had suggested.

It took her a moment to actually remember who Jodie was, she was the friend of a friend and Pam recalled that she was quiet and tended to stick to the fringes when the gang were all together, not one to stand out in the crowd.

The more she thought about it the more she was prepared to accept it, at least it wouldn't be one of the other women. Thanks to her stupid idea and Megan the maneater, she knew word would be spreading and whilst his last two dates hadn't broadcast exactly what had taken place, the rumour mill would be in full flow.

There were enough single women in the large town, attractive women, wealthy women, women who would like nothing better than to flaunt a toy-boy on their arm, she supposed that this Jodie was the lesser of all evils and even though it wasn't ideal, she could cope with it as she nodded her agreement and Simon moved forward and kissed her. She would have done so much more to him except they both heard the sound of the car pulling into the driveway.

And so here he was in his normal haunt, waiting at the bar for Jodie to appear, his mates seemed to be out in force tonight with some of their girlfriends and all sat patiently waiting to see who he was meeting next. Any of them would have swapped places with him in an instant, the lads wondering what it was like being in bed with a MILF and the girls wondering what he had that attracted these women who they were in awe of.

Helen was within the group and looked like she wanted to come over and speak to him, but pride presently kept her in her seat.

When Jodie walked in, a hush seemed to descend across the bar for a moment. Tonight her hair flowed freely down her back and the cream jersey dress she wore clung to every one of her delicious curves, seeming to caress her as she made her way towards him. The dress was long enough that she didn't look indecent but short enough that you couldn't miss the fact that she had a fantastic pair of legs.

'Bloody hell,' he thought to himself, 'She looks stunning.'

Along with his mates, all he could presently do was stare at her as she arrived by his side. It took him a moment to find his voice, 'Wow, just bloody wow,' he said, making her laugh.

As he bought her a drink he glanced around, noticing the looks of jealousy on his mate's faces and the girls making mental notes that to attract men you needed a touch of sophistication.

As they talked it appeared that Jodie was ten years older than he was but to anyone looking they would have said they were of a similar age. She had been married but did not know enough about Simon yet to divulge why it had ended.

At one point Helen had come to the bar, standing very close to Simon as she ordered some drinks and Jodie had asked him quietly, 'The girl stood next to you, is she your ex-girlfriend, it's just that she keeps looking at you.'

Simon already knew that she was there and just nodded at Jodie. She was pretty, Jodie thought and more Simons age as she wondered what had gone wrong.

She excused herself, having noticed Helen heading for the loo's, 'I'm just going to powder my nose,' she told him as she followed the young girl.

Inside the toilets, she could hear crying coming from one of the cubicles and knocked on the door. Slowly it opened and Helen stood there puffy-eyed, Jodie extracting some tissues from her bag and handed them to the young woman.

'I'm sorry, I'm sure he's not doing it on purpose,' she said softly.

'Well, it feels like it,' Helen responded, 'You know you're the fourth one this week,' she sniffed, wiping her eyes.

Jodie chuckled, 'I wouldn't worry too much about that, it was his mother and aunts idea of a joke, setting him up with those women.

'I don't know what went wrong, but from what I'm hearing, any one of them is ready to replace you, and you have only seen a small portion of them yet, I believe there are more.'

Helen looked miserable, 'I was being stupid, I'm going off to university and wanted my freedom.'

Jodie chuckled, 'And perhaps now it wasn't the best of idea's?' She said, watching as Helen nodded.

'And what about you?' The young girl asked,

Jodie, shrugging her shoulders, 'I've no idea, I have only just met him but he did tell me in passing that you had hurt him.

'I've no idea if this is a one-off or something else, we've all done stupid things in the past if he's meant to get back with you, I'm sure it will happen.'

It felt strange that even as adversaries the two women seemed to get on, 'Give me five minutes to finish up and I'll take him somewhere else..... and good luck at university,' Jodie said as she left the toilets.

Simon had wondered where she had got to when she returned. 'I've just been having a chat with Helen,' she said, 'And its time for us to move.'

They had decided to get a meal and sitting in the restaurant he was interested in what had taken place. 'She realises that she has made a silly mistake and is regretting it now, she's hurting and you turning up with different women isn't helping,' Jodie said, 'Do you still have feelings for her?' She asked him.

Maybe two or three weeks ago he would have said yes, but a lot had happened in such a short time.

'I still like her,' he replied, 'But not like that anymore, she had been my long-term girlfriend and I suppose it all felt comfy, the split has made me realise that she wasn't what I wanted.'

Jodie nodded her head, 'And what's that?' She asked, laughing as she got his answer.

'I'll tell you when I know you better.'

He was home before midnight, his mother had just gone up and Pam was still sat watching tv as he flopped onto the couch next to her.

'Hiya you,' she said, still feeling a little deflated, 'How did it go?' she asked.

Simon looked at her compassionately, 'If you mean did I sleep with her, the answer is 'no'.

'You can't dwell on that Pam, it will drive you mad if you do, you were married for what, ten, twelve years, imagine if I'd let it get to me that you and Jack were sleeping together every night.

'You have just got to accept that somethings you can't control and enjoy what you can.'

And with that, he kissed her.

They chatted long enough that hopefully, Carole was asleep as he moved her to the rug in front of the fire and they made love, willing to accept the risk of being caught.

Over the next two weeks, he met up with Jodie constantly and when he wasn't seeing her, He and Pam had suddenly developed an urge when the weather was nice to go for a walk after tea which Carole thought strange but did not question until one evening, out in the garden bringing some washing in, she spied two people in the distance coming towards her house.

Living on the edge of town her house backed onto the countryside and it was not uncommon to see folks out for a walk on nice evenings. What troubled her was that it looked suspiciously like her son and her sister..... and they were holding hands.

Back inside, she felt apprehensive, surely her sister wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like that. For a while now she'd had her suspicions that Simon and Pam were becoming very close and it wasn't helped by the totally inappropriate thoughts she kept having.

When they entered shortly afterwards, laughing and joking, she said nothing to them.

Both she and Pam were back at work while Simon still had several weeks before he would start at the university where he had been accepted. She left it a few days before one Thursday morning she ensured her sister had a heavy workload and making the excuse that her car had played up that morning, she had borrowed Pam's car to go and see a fictitious client and driving nervously towards her house. She knew what she needed to do, which was why that morning she had worn the same business suit as her sister.

Simon was up and about when she arrived home and entered the house, greeting her as she'd hoped.

'Hello Pam, managed to get away?' he said as he advanced on her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her into him, he kissed her.

It took her by surprise but she kept up the pretence as she kissed him back, finding that he was quite nice to kiss and then suddenly embarrassed as she felt his erection being pressed against her. She hadn't meant it to go this far, she had just wanted her suspicions confirmed, but as he started to unfasten the buttons of her blouse she had allowed him to continue.

She could feel her heart thudding in her chest and her breathing was coming swiftly as she came close to panting. What disturbed her the most as he reached the halfway point was the burning desire between her legs, she could feel the dampness in her knickers and knew she was leaking. As he kissed her once more and his hand slid inside her blouse she was shaking, when he pushed her bra up and cupped her breast she thought her legs would no longer support her and when he teased her nipple erect and squeezed it, she climaxed.

He held her until she stopped shaking, 'Are you ok Pam?' He asked.

'Yeeeah, yes, I'm fine, you just took me by surprise,' she said as he picked her up in his arms and headed for the stairs.

She had to say something, she had to stop this, this couldn't happen she kept telling herself, but by now they had reached his bedroom as he removed her jacket and blouse and moved behind her as he removed her bra.

She felt the zip on her skirt slide down and fall to the floor, conscious that she was stood there now in nothing but her panties and hold-up stockings. Simons's hands came around her chest as he cupped and fondled her tit's, all the while kissing her earlobes and neck as she found herself tilting her head back and enjoying the sensation. And then his hands were on the move, over her ribcage to her belly and then he reached the top of her panties.

'Oh god, 'no', he mustn't,' she thought but before she could say anything his hand had slipped inside, across her mound and between her legs as a single finger stroked her slit.

Carole was panting now, her legs refused to stop shaking and the sounds escaping her lips were not protests about what he was doing to her. She felt her labia being parted and then his finger slid inside her and she climaxed again.

Simon was slightly puzzled but also amused, Pam must have been dying for it because it had been easy so far to make her cum and they hadn't even reached the bed yet.

Moving around to stand in front of her, he removed his t-shirt and unfastened his pants, he hadn't bothered with briefs that morning, so as his trousers fell to the floor, his cock sprang upwards. Carole was certain she was going to faint as he stepped out of his clothes, picked her up and carried her across to the bed before removing her panties and joining her.

Her mind was no longer protesting as he parted her legs and knelt between her thighs, Carole gazing at his shaft and knowing that she wanted him to fuck her. She couldn't get over how gentle he was with her as his mouth came down and kissed her once more and then he was working his way down to her breasts, cupping each one and licking and sucking at her sensitive nipples before moving across her belly until finally, she could feel his breath on her vagina.

Simon could smell her sex, he had never seen Pam this wet, it was as though she hadn't had sex for years, he thought, as he parted her lips and licked her slowly, savouring her taste before his tongue penetrated her and she cried out loudly, her hands balling into fists curled into the covers.

His constant attention to her fanny quickly brought her to a state of high arousal especially as he pushed the hood back from her clitoris and sucked on it as he teased it with his tongue. She knew she couldn't hold out any longer and was about to beg him to fuck her when she felt his thumb penetrate her anus and his tongue dart into her cunt as she climaxed once more, flooding his face with her juices as she cried his name and thrashed about the bed, every nerve in her body alive with sensations as her orgasm took control of her body.

When she returned to earth, he once again was knelt between her thighs, only now she could feel the head of his shaft pushing against her fanny, the look on her face told him everything he needed to know as she consented to what he was about to do and then the air was forced from her lungs as his manhood slid into her.

Carole was past fighting her internal demons, what she wanted more than anything else now was to be fucked and that was what she told him as he built up a rhythm, his cock slamming into her as he built her arousal once more until she surrendered herself to him and felt his ejaculation coincide with her climax as her body soared, missing the fact that it was her name he called as he filled her twat with his seed and not her sister's name.

Afterwards, she had managed to dress, kiss him and return to work, but her demons were back with a vengeance. For the rest of the day she was a useless wreck until at last, they shut the office. Pam was the last to leave and on the drive home noticed Carole's car on the side of the road, presuming she had broken down again.

She backed up and went to the driver's door to offer Carole a lift but was astounded when she opened it to find her sister sat inside, sobbing uncontrollably.

She bent down, 'Carole, what's wrong, what's happened, has someone hurt you?' she asked protectively.

Between the sobs, she managed to make out what her sister was saying, 'I've done something terrible, so wrong, even worse than you have done.' Pam wondering what she was going on about.

'The other day.... I saw you and Simon coming back across the fields..... you were holding hands.'

Pam went white, 'Oh fuck, Carole knows,' she started to think but her sister continued.

'When I borrowed your car.....I went home..... Simon thought it was you,' Pam couldn't stop shaking, she just knew what was coming next. Carole must have hit the roof, no wonder she was so quiet all afternoon and withdrawn.

'I slept with him Pam, I let him fuck me..... and I enjoyed every second of it.' There was complete silence in the car for the next five minutes as both women contemplated the implications.

Pam ever the one to find solutions broke the silence, 'He's never going to know it was you, he thinks it was me, let him carry on thinking that.

'I'm sorry Sis, I just couldn't resist him; when he was dating our friends, I just thought, why not me?'

At least the sobbing had subsided until Carole turned to her sister, a look of horror on her face, 'Oh my god,' she screamed, 'I missed it, it didn't register at the time..... when he came in me..... it was my name he called, my name, not yours.'

Both women were shaking and weeping as they clung to each other until eventually, Carole made the decision that they had to go home, two cars finally pulling up the driveway. They supported each other as they entered, the lounge was empty and they heard Simon call from the dining room. When they went in they found him sat with a beer in front of him and opposite, two glasses of brandy.

'I figure that presently you both need one of those,' he said, inviting them to sit down.

They took a sip but continued to just stare at him until he spoke, he wasn't being nasty or a smart-arse, he kept his voice smooth and soft but there was still a concern for them etched across his features.

'Well, ladies, I take it that you have figured things out, what has taken place was not done because I wanted to hurt either of you, the opposite is true.

'When I told you, Pam, that I loved you, I was being truthful, how could I not love you, you're the spitting image of my mother whom I love unconditionally.

'When Helen and I split up and you had me dating your friends, it just confirmed to me what I had perhaps known all along, that the person I wanted to be with was someone older than me, the trouble was that I so far haven't found anyone yet that even comes close to either of you.'

'And now the other point I wanted to make, for years you have played on the fact that you are identical and you have had your fun, I wonder how many times blokes said the wrong thing to the wrong sister and then suffered for it.

'Over the years, you have even had your fun out of me, how does it feel when someone uses it against you.

'Before the recriminations start, let me just add, I engineered what happened for the simple reason that despite you being my mother and my aunt, you are both stunningly beautiful and sexy women and as women, I wanted to sleep with you both.'

So, here I am at university and the first year of my psychology course is nearly over, that summer actually gave me a great insight into the human mind. I'm still seeing Jodie and surprisingly, the more I get to know her, the more like my mother and aunt she becomes, I reckon she is the one that I have been looking for but for the moment, I have another three years of hard work in front of me. Pam is still living with us but is hoping to get a place of her own very soon, it makes more sense, it can't be ideal when one sister can hear what the other is doing each night. That's the other thing I have learnt about them, they are both identically vocal when they are getting fucked, even if they do like different things.

Perhaps that's what my dissertation should eventually be about.



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