The Ripple Effect (4.77)	One occurrence leads to a serious of overlapping events.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	01/28/22



    events - mother - sister - tit sucking - erotic coupling


The Ripple Effect
by miss_D_mena 

Down in the cellar, Douglas was preoccupied with the thoughts running through his head. It had been a while since he had last been down here and over time, more boxes and items had been crammed into the small space. He had come across the box years ago and now wondered if, at some point, it had been disposed of. All of the boxes looked the same, brown cardboard with a lid and unfortunately for him, no one had taken the trouble to write on any box, what was inside them. He had no option, the only way to find it was to create a space and then restack them one by one after he had inspected their contents.

Forty minutes in and he had still not located it, Douglas beginning to wonder if this was all in vain and that the box and its contents had been destroyed. He was about to give up, disappointed, but deciding that the rewards were just not worth the effort.

And then he came across it. Lifting the lid, he glanced inside at the huge pile of "Girly" magazines that it contained, at least a couple of hundred, excited to have found them after all his effort. It didn't take him long, carrying an armful at a time, he took them up to his bedroom and piled them in the bottom of his wardrobe.

The house was empty, his family dispersed around town with it being a Saturday morning which was why Douglas had taken the opportunity to go rooting in the cellar on the off chance. Why had he gone looking now, the magazines had been there for a good while, at least several years? Something had happened a couple of weeks previously and suddenly he couldn't get certain thoughts out of his head.

His mother had been taking her bath and once finished, she had called down to him and asked for a brew. He had got up from lounging on the couch and had made her a cup of tea, carrying it carefully upstairs to her bedroom. When he entered, his mother had been dressed only in a large towel which was wrapped around her torso and a smaller one wrapped around her hair as she withdrew brushes and hairdryer from her dressing table drawer.

Having tossed the implements onto her bed, she turned and reached out for the cup and saucer and that was when it happened. Whether it was her swivelling motion or the act of raising her arm for her drink they would never know, but suddenly the towel covering her body was gone as it slid downwards to the floor.

Douglas stared at his mother's naked body, everything she had to offer was on show. It must only have been seconds before she retrieved the towel and covered herself, but in those seconds, Douglas noticed her still reasonably pert tits with their dark centres, her slightly rounded belly with its caesarean scar and the soft-looking downy hair which covered her pubic mound. As she bent to retrieve the towel, he also caught a momentary glance of her protruding pussy lips.

As his face coloured, his boner was instantaneous, the cup and saucer in his hand starting to chatter as his arm shook. Whether she had noticed the bulge in his pants, he had no idea, her face was the same colour as his own as she took the cup from him and apologised before he scuttled from her room.

Ensconced in his bedroom, he wanted to masturbate, but after what had just happened and with his mother still upstairs, the thought that she may come to his room to apologise again stopped him. Laid on his bed, he closed his eyes, the image of her nakedness still fresh and firmly imprinted on his brain and the throbbing of his penis persistent.

He didn't get a chance during the day, his mother constantly up and down the stairs, much to his disappointment, as she cleaned and hoovered. But that night, when everyone was in bed and the house was quiet, he pushed his covers back and gently stroked his cock as it expanded and stuck up from his belly. The feeling was exquisite as he closed his eyes and saw the vision of his naked mother once more. He imagined touching her titties, his mum purring as he played with her teats. It wasn't his hand wrapped around his cock; it was hers, as she wanked him off. When she invited him to touch her pussy the dam burst, cum spurting from his cock over his belly and dribbling down his hand.

His ejaculation had been so seismic that he couldn't rid himself of the thoughts he began having about her. To Douglas, it didn't matter that he was her son, presently all he could think about was having sex with his mum.

It wasn't that he'd had sex previously, despite having just turned eighteen, he was ashamed to admit that he was still a virgin and perhaps that was the reason why recently he had begun to notice his twin sister. Before his very eyes, she had blossomed from a gawky schoolgirl into an attractive teenager. There was a time a few years ago when he and his friends wouldn't have been seen dead in the company of girls, but now the female form seemed to hold some sort of hypnotic attraction.

His sister Adele was a case in point, go back a few years and she was the target of his teasing and pranks, her opinions ignored and discarded. But suddenly and without him realising, she had begun to change. In her short skirts, her legs had become enticing, the two small bumps on her chest seemed to increase in size month on month and the briefest glimpse of her panties pulled tight against her slit had him hot under the collar.

With the magazines now safely stowed in the bottom of his wardrobe, his thoughts turned to where he could hide them more securely. His mother was always hanging his clothes in there and she would quickly spot them so they couldn't stay in there for long. As he lay on his bed trying to think of a safe hiding place, his eyes alighted on the square loft hatch in the corner of his bedroom.

Pulling his chair beneath it, he could just about reach the hatch and open it and then get a hand to the folding ladder inside. Climbing the steps, he poked his head into the darkness above, he knew there was a light bulb up there, he'd seen his father use it, but for the life of him couldn't presently see the switch.

When at last he did locate it and turn it on, he was delighted to find the space empty. Not knowing how much time he would have, he raced back down to the cellar and retrieved the now empty box, carrying it up to his room and then up into the loft. Placing it to one side of the ladder, it took several trips to move the magazines to their new home as he popped the lid back on top, turned off the light and pushed the ladder back up into the hole before closing the hatch.

Douglas was pleased with himself. He'd place the box on its side so that stood on his chair he would be able to open the hatch, reach in and extract magazines to replace the few that he had kept down and placed beneath his mattress.

Over the next month, he started to work his way through them. The first few he had kept down held his attention for several weeks, the women beneath their covers must have been in their mid to late twenties. Big tits, little tits, saggy tits, all were there for him to browse, but the one thing he did notice and especially after having seen his mother naked, none of them showed pubic hair or the sight of a slit.

He hit gold on the third change, this time the magazines showed older women, thirties, forties and older, not only that but they showed everything, hairy and shaved, fannies held open so that he could see the glistening innards. And to cap it all, there were a couple of pages of women with a man, his cock buried deep in their pussy's, up their arses, or in their mouths.

Douglas seemed to spend each night wanking as he leafed through the pages, and then he came across a woman whose body looked very similar to his mother's. He lost count of how many times he masturbated to her, imagining it was his mum spreading her delights. He was even thinking of trying to find a photograph of her, cutting her head out and sticking it over the model's face.

And then the unexpected happened. He'd forgotten to lock his door one afternoon, immersed in one of the magazines when suddenly it opened, and his sister Adele walked in. He'd tried to hide the magazine immediately, but his guilty look and the prominent bulge in his pants attracted her attention.

'What you reading?' she asked.

'Nothing,' Douglas replied, his face colouring.

'Show me,' Adele insisted, making it plain that she wasn't going to budge until he did.

'You've got to promise not to say anything,' Douglas demanded, waiting until she promised before producing the magazine.

She leafed through the first few pages of females baring all and then came to the section where a man was having sex with a "mumsy" looking woman. Her gaze seemed to dwell on the collage of pictures, the man's cock hard and erect, the woman's hand wrapped around it as she slid the skin down, and then pictures of her with it in her mouth and finally in different positions with it up her fanny.

By the time she had reached the final page, Douglas could tell that her breathing had become louder and ragged. Turning back to the start of the section, she began leafing through them all again, stopping at certain pages which she seemed to stare at for ages.

'Have you done it yet?' she suddenly asked. Douglas lied, making out that it was at the very least, a weekly occurrence. 'Who with?' she demanded to know.

He coloured slightly, refusing to name names. 'That would not be very gentlemanly of me would it?'

Adele did not believe him, she judged by his response that he was still as much a virgin as she was, which was why she decided to tease him. The pictures in the magazine had turned her on, not the women on their own, but the pictures with a man, the pictures of erect cocks, they had ignited a fire in her belly.

It wasn't that she saw Douglas as anything other than her brother, it was just a way to pay him back for the years of teasing that she had endured.

'Do you...... you know...... touch yourself when you look at this magazine?' she suddenly asked.

Douglas went red and began to stammer as he tried to deny that anything like that took place because he was getting plenty.

'How about you do it for me then? Would you like me to watch while you play with yourself?' She teased him incessantly, waiting for his point-blank refusal. She didn't want to see her brothers penis, but it was fun seeing him confused and embarrassed.

At school, most of her friends had already allowed themselves to be seduced into sex, but she was holding out. She knew the reputations that some of the girls had got. 'An easy lay. Opens her legs for anyone.' Adele was determined that she wouldn't be classed as a slag like some of them.

The conversation was interrupted by their mother as she shouted up the stairs. 'Dad and I are just going out shopping. We'll be about an hour or so, behave yourselves.' It was followed by the sound of the front door closing and then of the car starting outside. Now that they were alone, Adele asked again, her eyes filled with devilment. Having looked through the magazine, and with the close proximity of his sister and her sudden request, Douglas was aroused but fearful that she would laugh if he got his cock out.

'Go on, please!' she wheedled, enjoying his look of consternation until suddenly, with fumbling fingers, he had unbuttoned his pants and slid them from his hips, his cock springing upwards now that it was free from any constraints.

Her sharp intake of breath made him bolder as he started to touch himself, easing the skin up and down his shaft as the thrill of having his sister watch him added to the sensations coursing through his body.

He had no need of the magazine as he closed his eyes and imagined his mother, his cock jerking sporadically as he caressed his flesh. He could feel the heat of Adele's body next to him, her arm and shoulder touching his as she watched fascinated while he pleased himself.

'Fucking hell!' he suddenly spat out, his eyes immediately jerking open as Adele's fingers touched his plump knob, now glistening with pre-cum.

It was like an electric shock travelling through his body but even more intense. 'You don't mind, do you?' she stammered, staring at him intently. She had never intended for it to go this far, but the sudden sight of his erection had held her spellbound, Adele finding her fingers twitching with the urge to touch it and see what it felt like. She wasn't thinking about sex, it was more the curiosity of wondering what a real cock would feel like in her hand.

Douglas managed to shake his head, his hand still tossing himself off as his sister's fingers began to wander up and down his shaft. He couldn't control his voice anymore, moans and groans flowing from his lips especially when she touched the sensitive area beneath his knob.

'Let me,' she whispered as she moved his hand out of the way and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, imitating what he had been doing to himself as she tossed him off.

With Adele in control, he hadn't lasted long, his hips rising and falling as he fucked her hand. 'Oh, God, fucking hell..... oh fuck..... fuck..... yeah, oh yes, yes, yesssssss!'

His cock jerked rapidly in her hand, white cream spurting from its tip and splashing across his belly and her hand as she continued to pump his shaft up and down until he begged her to stop.

When his breathing finally slowed and he opened his eyes and turned his head towards her, Adele was grinning insanely at him and seemed well pleased with herself.

'Was that alright?' she asked.

Douglas had a sudden impulse to grab her face and kiss her for some reason, masturbating himself was a great feeling, Adele doing it for him had been out of this world and he had no words to express how fantastic it had been. But the thought of kissing his sister was immediately rejected, she would probably scream blue murder if he tried something like that.

'What do you think?' he asked, indicating his stomach covered in cum.

She giggled as he handed her some tissues to wipe herself while he took a bunch and wiped his cock and stomach before pulling his pants and briefs back into place.

Feeling more confident now, Douglas asked her a similar question. 'Have you ever touched yourself, sis?'

Adele suddenly seemed to revert to being his sister again, blushing as she shyly nodded her head.

'Would you let me watch the next time you, do it?' Douglas enquired hesitantly. The very thought of watching a female touch herself was having an immediate effect, so far his only views of a naked woman had been the magazines and that brief glimpse of his mum.

She seemed to take a few moments while she considered his request, refusing to look at him as she asked, 'Do you want to watch me now?'

'Yeah!' he managed to get out, surprised that she had agreed so easily.

Adele raised her skirt and then her hips as she wriggled out of her panties, Douglas already finding it hard to breathe as he got his first view of her fanny and the sparse covering of her pubic area. She adjusted the pillows and lay back, raising her legs slightly and opening them wide as she ran a finger along her slit. He watched her intently as her pussy slowly started to open until at last, she pushed a finger inside her cunt, sliding it in and out.

She turned her head, watching her brother's face as she fingered herself, her excitement quickly mounting. 'Would you like to do it for me?' she asked him breathlessly, feeling even more excited when he nodded his head.

Douglas followed her lead, his middle finger sliding in and out of his sisters cunt as she began to moan. At first, it was just a deep growl in her throat, but as she asked him to do it faster, her voice got louder, Adele urging him on, constantly moving his hand and showing him where to touch. By the time her pussy began making slopping noises, her arms were around his neck, her face pressed tightly against his shoulder as she panted and cried out.

When he turned his head to look at her, she suddenly kissed him, her mouth grinding against his as she issued muffled cries, his finger now pumping into her cunt as fast as he could make it go.

And then his hand was wet, her hips bouncing off the mattress as she called out. He'd wondered for a moment if he was hurting her, but she had urged him to keep going as he thought she was going to throttle him, her arms squeezing his neck so tightly.

After she had recovered and left for her own room to make herself decent, Douglas continued to lay on his bed. 'So that is what sex feels like,' he was thinking to himself, the urge to do something similar with his mother, strong, and making his cock hard once more.

He heard his parents return and his sister descend the stairs, how he wished that he could engineer a situation where his mum may consider allowing him to touch her like that, but he just instinctively knew it would never happen.

Douglas and Adele were the youngsters while Blanche their sister was older by several years. They were eighteen, she was nearly twenty-three. His mother had given birth to her eldest daughter at twenty-two, she had always wanted more, but after four years of trying she had begun to settle for the fact that perhaps that would be her only one. And then suddenly he and Adele had come along, their family now complete.

Weeks had passed since the episode in his bedroom, his sister having made no mention of it since, and he had accepted the fact that it had probably been a one-off.

His parents were going away for a couple of days and while he and Adele were old enough to look after themselves, Blanche was left in overall control. They both knew that they would see nothing of her, she had been dating the same lad for the last couple of years and with their parents out of the way, undoubtedly she would spend most of her time at his flat.

Blanche had gone out after tea that evening, promising she wouldn't be late, but knowing their sister, Douglas and Adele thought the likelihood of her returning was slim. After watching tv, he had gone up to his room and changed into his pyjama's, lying on his bed as he leafed through another magazine which he had just retrieved from the loft space.

He heard the knock on his door and then Adele came into his room, also dressed in her nightwear.

'Is that the same one or a different one?' she asked.

'Different,' he said as she came and plonked herself down on his bed next to him.

Together they looked through the photos, this magazine completely full of couples having sex. By the time they got to the last page, both of them were breathing heavily and the bulge in his pyjama bottoms was quite conspicuous.

'It's hot in here!' Adele exclaimed, 'Do you mind if I take my nightdress off?'

Of course, Douglas didn't mind, watching excitedly as she pulled it over her head before she leaned back against the bedhead, now completely naked. 'Why don't you join me?' she asked mischievously.

It didn't take him long before he too was naked, his cock sticking upright as together they went through the magazine once more. Adele's hand was wrapped around his cock long before they got to the last page, while he was smitten by her shapely tits. They were still smaller than his mothers, but when he ran his hand over them, they were soft and smooth, Adele whimpering when he touched her nipples.

'Can I kiss you?' he asked, their lips coming together after she had nodded her head. The kiss was slow and lingering and by the time it came to an end, Adele was pressing her body tightly against him, his cock rubbing against her belly and mound as she gyrated her hips.

She tossed him off while he fingered her, their mouths continually coming together. His knob was shiny and slippery, her fanny full of her juices when she broke away from the kiss and whispered in his ear.

'Will you do it to me?'

Douglas was stunned. He kind of knew what he was supposed to do, but he had never done it before.

As much as it embarrassed him to say so, he told her the truth. Adele told him it didn't matter; this would be her first time as well and she was sure they would manage.

Knelt between her open legs, she grabbed his cock and positioned it against her now open fanny. It took several attempts and initially she was exceedingly tight, but bit by bit, his cock slid into her cunt until his complete length was inside her. He stopped at that point, waiting until she said she was ready and then slowly he withdrew before sliding forward once more.

Leaning on outstretched arms, he rained kisses on her breasts and nipples, his cock now sliding in and out of her cunt with ease as Adele became vocal. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him deeper into her quim, masturbation was fun and full of pleasure, but it didn't compare to having her brother's cock inside her. To say that this was his first time, he was doing exceedingly well, keeping her finely balanced and her climax imminent.

'Cum inside me,' she pleaded as she pulled his face down and kissed him once more.

His hips gathered speed, Adele thought that he may split her open at one stage. And then she was climaxing, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to fuck her until she felt his cum explode inside her passage. She wanted to scream, to suddenly tell him she loved him, the sensations flooding her body and brain removed all of her inhibitions and magnified her emotions.

Neither of them remembered falling asleep, curled together as they slept. They were oblivious that Blanche had returned home, later than she had anticipated. She left the lights off as she tip-toed upstairs, opening Adele's bedroom door to check on her and surprised to find her bed empty. Silently she went across to Douglas's room and slowly turned the knob, opening the door slightly and putting her head around it.

She was stunned to find them both in the same bed fast asleep, she was going to leave them like that when she suddenly began to notice things. The first was that his curtains were open and that from the moonlight coming into the room she could see that neither of them appeared to be wearing their pyjama's, Adele's nightdress on the floor by the side of the bed. The second thing she noticed was the smell in the room, she knew it intimately, it smelt of sex.

Silently she moved into the room, standing on her sister's side of the bed. Gently she lifted the covers enough to see that Adele was naked, the young girl mumbling in her sleep and her hand resting on her brother's chest.

'Well fuck me. What have these two been up to?' Blanche wondered as she made her way around the other side of the bed.

Douglas was laid on his back, breathing deeply as he slept. Gingerly, Blanche lifted the covers until she could see his naked body. As her gaze moved from his face across his chest and then downwards, she stifled a gasp. He may be her little brother but what was presently flaccid and laying atop his belly definitely wasn't.

Lowing the covers, she shuffled silently from the room. There was no doubt in her mind now that her two siblings had been indulging in sex, her brother had been fucking her sister. She didn't have a clue what she was supposed to do. Did she say something to them? Did she wake them up and order them to their own beds or did she leave them as they were? Should she say something to her parents when they returned? She just knew that whatever she said to whoever, this was going to cause trouble.

Blanche found it hard to sleep that night, while in the other room her siblings slept soundly. Her brain kept going through options, but one was no better than any of the others. The other reason she was struggling to sleep was that the image of her brothers cock kept popping into her head, like a worm burrowing into her brain as she began to wonder what it looked like erect, momentarily jealous that her younger sister could answer that question far easier than she could.

By the time Blanche awoke the next morning and went to the bathroom her brother and sister were both back in their own beds which brought her dilemma up again. She was older and supposedly wiser but at this point, she hadn't got a clue how she should approach the situation. She shrugged her shoulders as she sat on the toilet and pissed, trust it to be her to find them she thought, why couldn't it be mum, she would have known intuitively what to do.

The idea of the two days away for Susan and her husband was to try and put some romance back into their marriage, unfortunately, it hadn't worked. Whilst they had not argued, it hadn't brought them any closer together either. She was convinced that her husband was having an affair but with no proof, she couldn't say anything When they had first married, he couldn't keep his hands off her, nowadays she was lucky if he touched her once a month and even then, it was over before she had attained any real satisfaction.

And then they were home and back in the same routine. 'Everything ok?' she asked Blanche.

Her daughter at first had looked like she wanted to say something but had then just smiled and said all was fine, there had been no problems.

Blanche couldn't bring herself to say anything, not to her mother and not to her brother or sister. Perhaps if she ignored what she knew, it would fizzle out of its own accord.

Douglas and Adele had no idea anyone knew their secret and anyway as it was, with people in the house there were only occasional opportunities to repeat it.

As autumn became winter Douglas suddenly developed a temperature. It started as a racking cough but bit by bit his temperature went up. His mother was concerned when she found him one morning covered in sweat and called out the doctor. He was diagnosed with influenza and was prescribed antibiotics, the doctor telling her to keep her son away from college and away from others at home as he would be infectious.

Infectious or not, Susan was not going to abandon him. That night she stayed in his room, constantly wiping his face and forehead with a cool damp cloth. He was like that the next night, drifting in and out of consciousness all the time. Each night Susan stayed in his room, trying to keep him cool as sweat poured from his body. She was exhausted and when he seemed settled, she climbed into bed next to him. His was only a single bed and with the two of them in it, there wasn't a lot of room, but she was too tired to bother and quickly fell asleep.

Douglas was delirious, convinced that Adele was in bed with him. Her nightdress must have ridden up as she slept because when he placed his hand on her belly, he felt bare flesh. He turned partially, his hand travelling upwards over her stomach and ribs until he eventually reached her breasts. He couldn't remember them being this full last time, but he wasn't going to complain as he gently massaged the soft smooth flesh, Adele whimpering in her sleep as he snuggled up against her and lost consciousness once more.

When he came to next, his hand still cupped her breast. Sliding it down her body, he headed for her groin, his erection feeling urgent as he thrust it against her thigh and rubbed. Adele also seemed to have more pubic hair than last time, his fingers lingering there as he played and then his hand was between her legs as she mumbled in her sleep once more.

He stroked his sister's fanny, playing and teasing as she continued to murmur quietly until she was wet enough for him to insert his finger.

When Susan suddenly awoke, her arousal was already peaking, she felt as randy as hell, quickly aware that her quim was being fingered. She was unable to stop herself from letting forth a groan and at first, imagined she was in her own bed and that her husband was touching her. By the time she remembered that she was in her son's bed, it was too late, the finger in her cunt causing her to orgasm as it continued to penetrate her flue.

She arched her back, her hips leaving the mattress as her climax consumed her, her head twisting one way and then the other as her nerve endings jangled and pleasure surged through her body.

When the hand finally stopped and she had got some semblance of control over her breathing, she slid away from her son and out of the bed. He seemed to be sound asleep, unaware of what he had just done to her, the covers pushed down by either him or herself as she'd climaxed. She didn't want to put the light on and disturb him, instead, she went and opened the curtains a little, letting the moonlight into the room.

Sitting in the chair next to his bed, she couldn't help but stare at his groin, his erect cock had forced its way out of the fly hole in his pyjamas and jerked sporadically. Susan had to stop herself from reaching out and touching it as her body recovered, her fanny still retaining its desires as she got the damp cloth and bathed her son's forehead.

He seemed to be talking nonsense to someone in his sleep and she shook him gently, trying to wake him up but he was well and truly out of it. The idea slowly crept into her head despite her attempts to thrust it away. What she was thinking was disgusting, her son was ill, and she was having revolting thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not forget what he had just done to her, her body having gone without for so long was now demanding more.

When she touched his shaft, it was still rock hard, and she withdrew her hand swiftly as it jerked again and made her jump. Cautiously, she wrapped her fingers around his meat, feeling it hot and throbbing in her hand as she slid the skin down and then up again, Douglas muttering to himself.

Taking a deep breath, she eased him more onto his back and into the middle of the bed as she straddled his hips and raised her nightdress. Gripping his cock, she raised herself, positioned it against her cunt and then lowered her body, unable to stop the gasp as it filled her passage.

It wasn't ideal nor what she would have liked, but Susan couldn't stop herself as she rocked back and forth on his shaft, Douglas unresponsive and immobile beneath her. She was amazed at how great it felt to have a cock inside her once more. Even though her son continued to talk gibberish, he did not attempt to complain or touch her.

She hung her head, her hair covering her face as she panted for breath. Her climax was so close, and she would make it provided her son's shaft continued in its present ridged state.

Susan only heard one utterance that sounded semi-coherent, but that was as she climaxed, grinding her fanny against his pelvis. The solitary sound came as her son's head whipped back and he grunted several times, his cock jerking inside her passage as he released a torrent of sperm which splashed hard against her cervix, prolonging her orgasm.

He seemed settled, his breathing sounding easier as she decided she would go back to her own bed at last. As she pulled the covers over herself, her body felt relaxed and sated, Susan, replaying the word she thought she had heard. The sound of her husband snoring annoyed her as she dismissed her thoughts, she hadn't exactly been compos mentis when she had heard it, convincing herself she had misheard, why would her son be calling his sisters name.

The next morning, she once again felt disgusted with herself. Checking on Douglas, she found him awake and although he told her he felt weak, he said he was feeling much better. He never did make any mention of that night and Susan just presumed that he had no memory of it.

Time passed, Douglas and Adele coming together infrequently but whenever an opportunity presented itself. Using the magazines as a reference, they tried different positions, some worked, some left them in a heap as they collapsed with laughter. Adele had given him a blowjob, he had kissed and licked her fanny, they had learnt together, both of them becoming more proficient with practice.

By the time their nineteenth birthday arrived, his sister had complimented him on being a considerate lover, but slowly their escapades began to diminish as they both started dating other people.

Susan's relationship with her husband hadn't gotten any better and she had reached the stage where she was considering leaving him. Blanche was engaged and it wouldn't be too long before she would probably be leaving home which would only leave the two younger ones, although they were not that young anymore.

Although a year had passed, she had not forgotten that night, she still felt disgusted when she brought it to mind, but at the same time, the experience had still excited her.

Douglas was in his room, the door locked as he retrieved another set of magazines, putting the old ones to the bottom of the pile. He had leafed through the first one, mentally making a note of the models he would need to return to when the opportunity arose. He retrieved the second one from down the side of his bed and opened the cover, his mouth dropping open as he stared at the first page.

It wasn't the model he was looking at; it was the proper photograph that rested on top of that first page that held his attention. The woman must have been fifteen or twenty years younger, but there was no mistaking who it was, it was a photo of his mum dressed in bra, panties, and stockings. Douglas couldn't believe his luck and thanked whichever god he believed in. Lifting the photo from the page, he studied it carefully. It was definitely his mum and she looked bloody fit, his cock automatically showing its appreciation for her figure. He placed it reverently to one side, there was no way that it was going back inside the magazine, he already knew that he would be masturbating to her image tonight.

When he turned the page, he was astonished to see that there was another one. This time she had her back to the camera and was looking over her shoulder at the lens, her bra unfastened. Placing it on top of the first, his trembling fingers turned to the next page. The next photo had her facing the camera, her hands partially covering her breasts. With bated breath, he turned the page again, another photo, still facing the camera, her hands on her hips and her tits jutting proudly from her chest.

Douglas was sweating, the throbbing of his cock unbearable, he desperately needed to wank. His hand visibly shook as he placed the photo on the growing pile and turned the page again. She had turned away from the camera again, but this time her panties had disappeared.

He was praying they continued as he turned another page. 'Yesss!' The camera had caught her naked and full-frontal, displaying her gorgeous charms. He rushed through each page now, finding pictures of her cupping her breasts, laid on a bed, her legs open. The last picture had her sitting against the bed head, it was easy to see from the look on her face that she was excited, her legs were open wide, and she had several fingers jammed in her fanny.

Douglas couldn't wait as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, releasing his shaft. It took him moments only as his hand flew to his cock, pumping the flesh rapidly, his eyes staring fixedly at the picture of his mother pleasing herself as the cum blasted from his knob, nearly hitting him in the face.

Decent again, he tucked the magazine beneath his mattress, the photo's he placed in an inside pocket of a jacket he seldom wore in his wardrobe. In his rush to clear everything away, he had missed one of the pictures which had managed to slide beneath his set of bedside drawers and there it stayed for the present.

Months passed, Douglas retrieving the photo's regularly as he fantasised and wanked to his mother's image, his mind full of all the things he would like to do to her. As summer approached, he and Adele had found an opportunity and despite their other relationships, had spent an afternoon fucking each other.

The magazines were presently forgotten, there were still a couple beneath his mattress, but Douglas couldn't remember the last time he had looked at them, his mother's pictures getting his full-time attention nowadays as he fervently wished that somehow, he could make it a reality. He recognised it for what it was, he knew it was never going to happen, but that didn't stop him from dreaming.

It was that time of year when Susan would work her way around the house giving each room a deep clean. Furniture was moved, windows were cleaned, the woodwork was wiped down and carpets were hoovered to within an inch of their life. She had already done two of the bedrooms and today it was the turn of her son's. He had been refused entry and told to go elsewhere for the day as she set to in earnest.

When she moved the small chest of drawers next to his bed, she immediately spotted the oblong piece of white paper beneath it. Bending to pick it up, she realised it was a photograph as she turned it over and got the shock of her life. She was looking at a picture of herself taken many years ago wearing nothing but her undies and stockings.

She was shocked, firstly because she hadn't seen it in years, having forgotten all about it, and secondly, on how it had come to be under the set of drawers in her son's bedroom.

Sitting on his bed, her mind drifted back, she would have been in her early twenties, and this was one of about a dozen pictures her husband had taken back then, some of them very risqué. Besides wondering how it had got into Douglas's room, she also wondered where the rest of them were, starting to worry that her son may have viewed them.

As she cleaned, she hunted, going through drawers and cupboards, checking under piles of clothes in case he had hidden them. She went through his wardrobe, checking in pockets, even the inside pockets of his jackets but at the end of it all, although the room was spick and span she had not found any more photo's.

It was mid-afternoon by the time she had finished cleaning, sitting on his bed as she stared at the picture of herself. She remembered that day when her towel had slipped and how he had looked at her before bolting. She remembered the night when she had lost her self-control and had mounted him while he had been comatose.

'Just the bed linen to change,' she told herself, thrusting other thoughts to one side as she took the photo to her bedroom and hid it.

She had already stripped the bed and decided to turn the mattress, discovering the magazine beneath it as she flipped it over. The house seemed deathly quiet as she began to thumb through it, in a way shocked to find that instead of the young models she was expecting, it was full of middle-aged women no different than herself.

Whilst she wasn't surprised that he was looking at these kinds of top-shelf magazines, she was surprised to find that he had picked more mature women to look at.

Did she say something, or just replace it and pretend it hadn't been found? The more she pondered, the more she began to wonder if he had been as out of it as she presumed that night. Although his eyes had never opened and he had moved very little, had he known it was her, had he been conscious when she mounted him, had he kept it secret all this time, the fact that his mother had shagged him?

Susan was having a cold sweat; did she ask him about the photograph and why he had it? The more she thought about it, the more fearful she got, her hands shaking and her mind in turmoil.

She made his bed with fresh linen and replaced the magazine, collecting up her brushes and dusters and closing his bedroom door behind her.

When summer did finally come around, she was going through mental anguish each day, imaging all sorts of scenarios, convinced by now that her son knew exactly what she had done and was waiting his moment to tell her husband. Which was why she came up with a plan. It wasn't a bad plan, but then neither was it a good one. It would work more on luck than on any divine providence that she could control. It made her nervous, thinking about it, but then so did the thought of confronting her son.

Both Blanche and her husband were at work and she had taken a few days off from her job. Adele was out somewhere with friends and Douglas was lounging about the house, college finished for the next eight weeks. His friends were away with their families presently and so he was going through the normal teenage ritual of being bored.

He had been downstairs mooching about when she told him she had a bit of a headache and that she was going to lie down for a while, and he should call her in an hour or so. The day was warming up nicely as she walked into her bedroom and undressed, putting on a shorty, lightweight robe to cover her nudity.

Opening her bedroom door just enough, she positioned it so that if her son passed, he would be able to see in. She then arranged herself on the bed, opening her robe slightly and making it look like it had come unfastened while she slept, as she closed her eyes.

Perhaps she did doze for a little while, she wasn't sure. But she suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching her. Susan wanted to open her eyes and turn her head, but now she felt fearful of doing so. There was no one else in the house, so if someone was looking at her, it could only be Douglas. Time seemed to tick by slowly, Susan lying perfectly still, 'This is ridiculous,' she thought, making a pretence of slowly coming awake.

As she stretched, yawned, and opened her eyes, she could see nothing of her son, but within moments, a knock came at her door and his voice called out that just over an hour had passed. So, he had been there, he had stood at her door looking at her naked body. The realisation sent a shiver and a thrill through her as she once again imagined his cock filling her pussy.

Douglas couldn't believe his luck, he had come up to his room about twenty minutes after his mother had gone upstairs, thinking to browse through a couple of the magazines which he hadn't touched in a while. As he passed his mother's room he had glanced in and stopped, there was no way he could miss her lying partially naked on her bed, her robe having slipped open.

He must have stood there for a good half hour as she slept and he rubbed softly at his cock, the bulge in his pants growing impatient and needing urgent attention. But there was no way he could attend to it without missing out on this chance which may never come again.

That night, he retrieved her picture from the loft where he had put them once she announced she was going to clean his room. His hands ran up and down his glans as he masturbated, sometimes looking at the picture and other times closing his eyes and remembering his mother naked on her bed. How he wished he had dared to open her door further and go in.

As he imagined his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, his mother pleading with him to cum inside her, he shot his load, white cream spurting from his shaft and expertly caught in a tissue.

Much to his surprise, the next day she again said she was going to lay down for a while and to bring her up a brew in an hour. If he had thought about it properly, he may have wondered why she had done the same thing two days in a row. As it was, his thoughts centred on whether her door would be open again and what the chances were of him seeing her naked once more.

As she had done the previous day, Susan set the scene, the door open a little more this time so that if she squinted through partly closed eyes, she would be able to see him stood there. Again, she arranged herself, her robe open enough to tantalise her son but still making it look like it had opened of its own accord. She was shaking as she closed her eyes, her body full of excitement and nervous energy.

Susan suddenly came alert, sure she had just heard the creak of a stair step. Calming her breathing as much as she could, she breathed slow and deeply, making it sound as though she was asleep. After several minutes in this position, sure that she was being watched, she squinted, peering through nearly closed eyelids.

Her son was standing just outside her bedroom door and was quietly but intently watching her. She continued to lay still, opening her eyes slightly more and suddenly noticing the bulge at his groin.

Douglas couldn't believe his luck again, it was like a repeat of yesterday as he stood and admired his mother's naked body, his cock throbbing as intently as it had done yesterday. What he would have really liked to do was to whip it out and toss himself off.

He was gently rubbing at his penis when the sound of her voice stopped him in his tracks, shock dispelling any calmness he had been feeling.

'I know you're there. Why are you staring at me?'

A year previously, he had bolted, embarrassed at seeing his mother naked. Time had moved on though, nowadays he was dating and the regular episodes with his sister had given him confidence in himself and his abilities.

'Because you are beautiful...... ' he stammered, Susan's heart missing a beat, 'and sexy, and a pleasure to look at.'

What sprang into her head quickly was the reason he had her photograph and a sudden realisation of what it was being used for.

'Is that why you have a photo of me?' she asked. 'Where did you find it?'

'It was in the cellar.' Came his reply.

Susan stretched, opened her eyes, and rolled onto her back, sitting propped up slightly. Although she moved her robes, she did not attempt to cover herself completely.

'Are you going to stand out there all day or are you going to come in?'

Douglas stood at the bottom of her bed and fidgeted, Susan trying to look at his face but her eyes continually flitting to the bulge that threatened to hold her attention completely.

'So how long has this been going on? She asked. He looked a little shamefaced as he told her it had been over twelve months, which surprised her.

'So do you use my picture to...... ahem. You know?' She couldn't bring herself to use the word. She was older than him, she was his mother for god's sake and yet here she was acting like she was younger than he was. Little did she know how different her youngest daughter would have handled this situation.

'Sometimes,' Douglas said embarrassingly. His voice trembled and internally he was shaking like a leaf, but he was convinced that something was going on, he just hadn't worked out what yet.

'Do you think that's appropriate?' Susan asked, trying to make herself sound like an adult.

'I suppose not, but then neither is my mother lying naked on her bed with the door open,' he shot back, catching her out.

Susan moved sideways, making space on the bed. His answer had taken her by surprise, did he know what she was up to? Was he going to bring up the subject of that night? She patted the bed next to her, 'Come and take a seat.'

Douglas sat down and swivelled as he stretched out next to her, his bulge more prominent now that he was partly laid down.

Susan still wasn't sure what to say or do next and so asked what to her was the most obvious question.

'Have you been fantasising about me?'

Douglas took his time before answering his mother, becoming certain bit by bit, that this situation had been engineered. He wondered how much to disclose, what to tell her and of course, how to tell her, he couldn't use the words he used with his sister.

'Yes, I've fantasised about you,' he finally said.

'So, what do we do in these fantasies of yours?'

Douglas couldn't help but find her question funny, giving her an enigmatic smile as he turned his head and said, 'Come on mum. What do you think we do in my fantasies, sit, and talk about the weather?' He chuckled but she noticed that his eyes kept dropping to her breasts.

'But why? she asked. 'Does it not bother you that I'm your mum. Should you really be thinking of me in that way? Besides that, I am not young anymore, I'm a middle-aged woman and I'm sure I'm not beautiful.... or sexy.'

He turned properly onto his side now, in that way he would get a constant view of her tits. 'You look as beautiful and as sexy to me as you did in those pictures...... when were they, twenty years ago?'

She was momentarily shocked, so he had seen the rest of the pictures and the things she was doing to herself in them.

'Where are they?' she asked.

'Don't worry, they are safely hidden away.'

The conversation went back and forth for a while longer, Susan getting a thrill and feeling the excitement of being naked in front of her son. Douglas felt blessed that he was being allowed to look at her nudity as he memorised every inch of her that he could see.

'So, what do we do now?' she asked, as she turned to face him, her robe slipping open even more.

Douglas considered he had one chance only, either this would work, or he was about to get his face slapped.

'Well, I could go and make you your brew.... or.' He leant forward suddenly and kissed her.

He took his mother by surprise, her eyes opening wide as their lips were suddenly pressed together. It lasted momentarily before her eyes closed, her arms going around him as she melted into the kiss.

Susan's body was buzzing, she could feel herself trembling in his arms and waiting for that first touch. But he broke the kiss and still hadn't touched her.

'That was a bit forward of you. What makes you think you can satisfy a mature woman like me?'

She said it in a way so that he knew she was joking, but tried to keep her face serious.

'What makes you think you can keep up with a youngster like me?' he asked with a grin as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and proceeded to remove his pants and shorts.

By the time he was naked, Susan was finding it hard to breathe, especially when she got a view of his erection.

Douglas had been intent on teasing and arousing her, but Susan had different ideas. She didn't need arousing; she was already desperate to be fucked. When he kissed her again and she felt his throbbing flesh pressing against her she forced him onto his back and straddled his hips, ecstatic at feeling his cock rubbing against her quim again. Raising herself, she grabbed his shaft, pushed it against her fanny and dropped like a stone, groaning loudly as it filled her. She desperately wanted this to happen before either of them came to their senses and changed their minds.

Firmly ensconced on his dick, she relaxed, slowly taking the time to tease her son as she tantalisingly removed her robe. Susan watched her sons face, easily seeing the excitement in his eyes and the rapture plastered across his features as he gave her a look of adoration.

Leaning forward on outstretched arms, she dangled her tits over his face and giggled like a schoolgirl as his head kept popping up, his lips kissing and trying to suck at her nipples. As she began to rock back and forwards, Susan lifted higher each time, enjoying the sensations as his cock was withdrawn and then as it filled her again. Douglas's hands went to her tits, fondling and squeezing her full ample flesh as it swung above him, her erect nipples being pinched by his fingers and thumbs frequently.

Susan loudly groaned each time he applied pressure, loving her teats being abused. By now she was highly aroused, her son's groin wet with the juices that she secreted as she continued to bounce up and down on his shaft.

Gripping her buttocks Douglas began fucking his mother with gusto, her blank unseeing eyes staring at him as her mouth hung open and she panted and squealed.

'Holy fuck, this is so good,' she managed to exclaim just as she started to climax.

Throwing her head back, Susan howled, exquisite pleasure coursing through her body as her orgasm and her son's still pounding cock carried her along. The sensations seemed never-ending, culminating in her feeling his cock jerk inside her cunt as he filled her with his seed, prolonging her climax as he continued to fuck her.

When his hips finally came to a rest Susan collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Oh my god, that was good, that was so fucking good!' She was talking as much to herself as she was to her son. Her body felt completely satisfied, but empty, as though all the energy had been drained from it. While she had only originally come upstairs to pretend to sleep, at that moment she could have closed her eyes and slept soundly.

That wasn't going to happen as far as Douglas was concerned. When she rolled from him, slumping on her back and slightly spreadeagled, he turned on his side so that he could further inspect her body.

She may have been middle-aged, but to Douglas, she looked delectable. Laid on her back, her tits flattened slightly and parted. He laid his hand on the curve of her rounded belly, feeling it rise and fall as she breathed. His hand began to roam over her smooth supple flesh, up to her breasts as he gently fondled both mammaries, taking delight at tweaking her nipples and making them harden.

As he toyed with her, teasing, and slowly arousing her again, her breathing rather than slowing started to increase, his hands wandering over her body as their lips met. The kiss was exciting and tantalising, full of passion and promise, their mouths grinding together. When his fingers found her protruding pussy lips, opened them, and slid into her, Susan's hips responded as they lifted from the bed, forcing her cunt against his hand.

'He was so young,' she thought, 'Still a boy,' but as he brought her body alive once more, Susan cast the thought aside, happy for him to do whatever he wanted to her.

She was about to complain when his fingers were removed, but before she could say anything she felt the head of his shaft pushing against her open and wet fanny. And then she groaned and gasped as it slid up her passage, its travel hitting sensitive nerves as it went. Susan's legs went around his hips, dragging him deeper into her cunt with each thrust of his hips as he steadily increased her arousal.

Douglas watched her tits bounce back and forth as he fucked her. He couldn't resist grabbing them, squeezing, and making them bulge, her nipples standing upright and inviting his lips and mouth to suckle on them. Susan kept grabbing his face and kissing his mouth, her cries of pleasure increasing especially when he knelt upright, withdrew a little and opened her pussy so that he could gently rub at her clitoris, something his sister Adele always loved.

She was so close Douglas thought, his own ejaculation not far away. His thrusting increased, his cock slamming into his mother's cunt as she writhed beneath him using language that turned the air blue. And then she threw her head back and arched her back, her fingers clawing at him as he made her climax.

'Oh fuck, oh my god. Yes Douglas, yes that's it, yes, yes, yesss.'

Seconds later he joined her as his cock spat his load deep inside her fanny, his pounding of her genitals continuing until he dropped from exhaustion.

Knackered, Susan curled up against him. 'Perhaps he had been right,' she thought, 'would she be able to keep up with his youthfulness and energy.'

By the time they had fucked for the third time it was mid-afternoon, they had spent nearly half the day in bed. Susan had things she needed to do before the others arrived home at tea-time and reluctantly swung her legs over the edge of the bed, realising that they felt like they wouldn't support her.

After a quick shower, she felt refreshed. She had refused her son entrance to the bathroom while she was in there, knowing that there was every chance he would want to join her in the shower, and she would never have tea ready on time.

That evening she was grateful that her son behaved impeccably, making no mention of what they had done and then disappearing up to his room once their meal was finished. On the pretence of going to the toilet, Susan went up to his room. Closing the door partly behind her she grabbed his face and kissed him.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' she whispered breathlessly 'I can't tell you how you have made me feel. But if you wanted to repeat it......?'

She could tell by the look on his face that was what he wanted to hear.

'You must promise not to say anything to anyone,' she told him.

'Don't worry,' Douglas said with a mischievous glint in his eye, 'I'll take care of you.' Susan laughed softly; she knew exactly what he was implying.

That was the start of their affair, the rest of her week off was spent in bed each day with her son as Susan got herself shagged time and time again. Although she wouldn't ever have admitted it, she was quite looking forward to going back to work, at least she would get a rest. She had underestimated her son's ability to perform, and no longer could she complain she wasn't getting enough, she'd had more sex in that week than she'd had in the last six months.

Over the next two years, their lives would change, but no one could foresee the future and so, for the present, Susan and her son consummated their affair at any opportunity.

There were hiccups along the way, several times they nearly got caught, but it all added to the fun and the thrill of their illicit relationship.

Douglas was always careful not to make any remarks when the rest of the family were about, but when he got her alone, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. The neighbours must have wondered what when on in their house when his father, Adele and Blanche were out, his mother could be quite vocal and would scream when he chased her up the stairs to her bedroom, pinching her bottom as they went. Over time and without knowing, he slowly replaced his father in the bedroom department, although it was only later that he came to learn of it.

Douglas took the stairs two at a time, dumped his college bag in the corner of his room and collapsed onto his bed placing his arms behind his head as he relaxed. Lately, he had been feeling philosophical, pondering the changes that had happened within his family and in his life.

He and Adele had just turned twenty, both of them at the same college. Whilst she seemed to have been dating the same lad forever, it did not stop the very infrequent bouts of sex that she had with Douglas.

He thought about her often and how it had happened. At the very beginning, yes, he noticed as she began to change from a young girl into a teenager, but he had never had any thoughts concerning her as regards sex.

It wasn't that he hadn't noticed her legs getting shapely or her burgeoning bosom. The fact that she had a nice bottom or any of the other changes that altered the shape of her body, it was just that he did not see her in a sexual way, she was his sister.

The turning point or trigger in his own life had been the day when he had caught that first glance of his mother's naked body. Douglas couldn't let the image go, perhaps it was because she was the first woman he had seen in the flesh. Whatever it was he had become besotted with her, maybe as far as becoming obsessed and even though to this day he wasn't sure how it had happened, at nineteen his fantasy had been fulfilled when he slept with her.

Blanche his older sister was married and had moved out from home and in with her new husband, renting a house out near his college. He saw her frequently when she visited, but they had never been that close, probably because of the age difference.

For all the dreams and fantasies, he'd had about his mum, surprisingly it was Adele whom he first had sex with. Again, he had never been sure how it had come about, that first episode being initiated by her.

Things had started slowly between him and his mum, it was like there was something in the background that neither of them realised, but once they did, it began to escalate. Whenever the opportunity arose, they would fuck and then sit and chat afterwards and it was how he learnt that as far as she was concerned, her marriage to his father was over. Slowly, she became his preference, girlfriends coming and going in rapid succession. From what she said, he had become her preference as well she told him one time, he was the only one that she now had sex with.

And then finally there had been a blazing row one day and his father had left. His mum's suspicions that he had been having an affair behind her back were founded, the last thing they heard he had moved in with this woman and Douglas had taken over his duties in the bedroom.

He was still pondering how everything had happened when a knock came at his door, it opened and Adele strolled into his room, plonking herself next to him on the bed. At least now they were not as squashed up as they used to be, his old single had gone, replaced with a double bed.

'Hi,' she said, 'You tired?'

Douglas shook his head, 'Just musing and thinking about the past.'

'Let it go,' Adele laughed, 'What's done is done.'

There was silence for a few minutes before he spoke again.

'Can I ask you a question/'

'You already have done,' she quipped and laughed again, turning on her side to face him.

'That very first time, what made you want to do something like that? Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, it's just that it has always been a puzzle.

She went quiet for a moment before she spoke. 'Honestly, when I came into your room, the thought had never entered my head. I suppose sitting here next to you and leafing through those magazines turned me on. Looking at pictures of hard cocks was thrilling, but I still had no desire to see yours,' she giggled

'I was saying all those things to tease you, just like you used to do to me. You could have knocked me down with a feather when you went through with it and whipped your cock out. The trouble was, that once I saw it, I just had this urge to touch it.'

'I'm sure there were plenty of lads who would have let you see theirs,' Douglas replied.

'Probably,' said Adele, 'You were just in the right place at the right time.

'So, why did you come back a second time?'

'That was simple,' she told him, 'after we did that, I knew I wanted sex. Yes, there were lads I could have chosen, but I worried that afterwards, they would have gone around telling their mates. I knew you wouldn't, that you would keep it secret. And I now know I made the right decision.'

Adele glanced at her watch, a mischievous look in her eyes as she turned her attention back to him.

'We have an hour before mum gets home,' she said quietly as her hand slid into his groin and began rubbing at his cock.

Naked and side by side, Douglas took her from behind, his cock pumping into her cunt as his hand reached over and cupped her tits, nowadays nearly as large as his mothers. Adele groaned loudly as he twisted her nipple and sank his dick into her flesh once more.

As much as she loved her fella she could never deny her brother, her arousal ramping up rapidly as Douglas fucked her and played with her tits. Sex with her boyfriend was good, but there was something extra special about having her brother's cock inside her quim.

With one hand beneath her and playing with her tits, his other hand reached between her legs, Adele opening them wider and giving him greater access. He found her clit, pushed back its hood, and gently massaged it, his sister going mad as she began to shiver and shake.

And then he was fucking her ferociously, her body twisting as she tried to get more of him inside her and calling his name over and over again as she orgasmed, her fanny full of cum mixing with her juices as Douglas continued to pound her.

They were cleaned up and decent by the time their mother arrived home, Douglas, still not able to get over the fact that he was shagging his mother and sister and had so far managed to keep it a secret from them both.

After tea, Adele disappeared leaving Douglas and Susan alone.

Have you anything planned?' she asked. Douglas shook his head. Currently, he was without a girlfriend, not that it particularly bothered him.

'Give me a couple of minutes,' she said as she disappeared upstairs.

When his mother returned, she had changed, gone were her work clothes, in their place she wore black stockings, the tops of which he could see because her skirt was so short. The shirt she wore must have been at least a size too small for her because the front gapped, the buttons straining to keep it fastened across her breasts.

'Get undressed for me' she told him as she pulled the curtains closed.

Naked and sat on the couch with his cock pointing skywards, She came and opened her legs as she straddled his before sitting in his lap, the skirt riding upwards and exposing her stocking tops, an expanse of, creamy white thigh and the tiny black panties, split at the crotch, that she wore.

Two distinct protrusions in the front of the shirt attracted his attention, his mother's nipples were already hard and trying to force their way through the material. When he reached out to touch them, his hand was slapped away.

'No, no, no. You're not allowed to touch yet,' she said in a husky voice.

Making a claw shape with her fingers, she encircled his engorged knob, swivelling it around and then over and under as she increased his arousal, his breathing getting faster and coarser. When she got him to a point where he was trying to hump her hand, she withdrew it, using her fingers now to tease her nipples.

One by one she unfastened the button of her shirt, pulling it open to display a half-cup bra, most of her tits and especially her teats hanging over the edge of the cup. His hands were itching to touch her, but still, she denied him, slapping him away each time he attempted. Still teasing, she lifted her left breast from its housing, cupping it and pushing it upwards as she bent her head, stuck out her tongue and licked at the elongated teat.

'Jesus,' Douglas thought, if he didn't fuck her soon, he was going to burst.

When Susan had him ready, she slid from his lap, removing her shirt followed by her bra. And then she knelt between his open legs, grabbed his shaft, and leant forward, smiling as she ran her tongue over her lips and opened her mouth. In the next second his hips lifted from the couch as his cock was enveloped by her warm mouth, her tongue licking and running over its plump head before her hand started sliding up and down his shaft.

She wanked him vigorously, Douglas crying out continually and trying to warn her it was too fast and too soon. She paid no heed, her hand tossing him off faster as he closed his eyes, raised his hips, and was about to shoot his load into her mouth when she suddenly stopped and gripped the base of his shaft tightly. She kept her grip until his imminent release subsided and then pulled him from the couch, exchanging places with him as she pulled her skirt up to her waist and grabbed her legs, raising and opening them wide.

'Fuck me. Fuck your slut of a mother. Come on, ram your cock into me.'

Douglas didn't need any further coercion as he grabbed her ankles, opened her further still and plunged his cock into her sopping wet cunt, fucking her as fast and furiously as he could while she screamed and cried her enthusiasm for what he was doing.

'God,' he thought, 'She was fucking wet through,' his cock continuing to pound her snatch and the room full of the sound of wet flesh slapping together. He took her to the brink and stopped, withdrawing his cock long enough to rip her panties from her before grasping her ankles once more and raising her legs again. This time though he aimed for a different orifice as his shaft slid up her arse and he brutally sodomised her.

'Play with yourself. Finger your cunt for me, just like you did in your pictures.'

Susan's hand shot out as she alternated between fingering her pussy and rubbing at her clit, her sons cock continuing to invade her back passage.

And then she climaxed, her fingers jammed inside her cunt as she screamed and cried, her body shaking violently as she felt his cum burst inside her arse, an exotic erotic floating feeling sweeping over her as her orgasm carried her away into senselessness.

Douglas was cradling her when she came too. She was as happy as she had ever been, even the sex when she was young had not been this fantastic. She didn't miss her husband, she didn't even think of him, her son was giving her what she wanted and more.

'Douglas? Are you on a half-day tomorrow?' His mother called to him from the kitchen as she made herself a hot drink to take up to bed with her. Adele had already retired, and he was just finishing watching the end of a program. What he would have liked to have done was go upstairs with his mother and spend the night in her bed, but with his sister at home, it just wasn't possible. This was probably for the best because if they ever found out he was shafting the both of them, his life wouldn't be worth living.

'Yeah, mum. I should be finished just before twelve.'

She came in carrying her cup and put it on a side table as she handed him a bunch of letters.

'Be a sweety tomorrow. Call in at your sisters on the way home and drop these off. All you have to do is push them through the letterbox.'

Douglas promised he would as she hesitated for a moment, glanced around her, and then leant forward, allowing her robe to hang open and giving him a view of her tits as she kissed him and rubbed at his prick.

'Think of me when you wank to my pictures,' she teased, picking up her cup and heading upstairs, leaving him with a painful boner.

With his lecture finished, Douglas slung his bag over his shoulder. It was only a five-minute walk to Blanche's house and was on his route home anyway. As he was posting the letters through her door, it opened, Douglas hadn't expected his sister to be home.

'Hi, come on in,' she invited. 'Do you want a brew or would you rather a beer?'

Douglas settled for a coffee; it was too early for him to start drinking. Blanche enquired after their mother and her sister, the two of them sitting and chatting at the dining table which felt slightly strange to Douglas because it wasn't something they had really done in the past. Yes, they had talked, but normally at home with his sister or mother also in attendance, it had been very rare that he would have had a one to one with his eldest sister.

'Do you miss dad?' she asked him, Douglas shrugging his shoulders. It wouldn't be prudent to explain that he wasn't bothered about his father moving out, especially as it meant that he got to spend more time in his mother's bed.

'Are you and Adele behaving?' Blanche suddenly asked, Douglas, considering it a strange question. They were no longer kids, and even when they were, they certainly hadn't misbehaved to an extent that would warrant a comment from his sister.

He gave her a puzzled look, 'What are you asking Blanche. Adele and I always behave, and we help mum as much as we can.'

His sister seemed embarrassed by her question, looking as though she wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start or how to phrase her words.

She started slowly, trying to drop hints as she went along. 'Remember when mum and dad went away for a few days?'

Douglas remembered very well, even though it was now several years ago.

'Remember that I went out that evening?'

Douglas nodded. 'Even though you were supposed to be keeping an eye on us.'

His sister's face seemed to colour as she continued. 'It was late when I got back, and you were both asleep.' He chuckled at that. 'It was always late when you got back sis, neither of us expected you to be home when you said. Anyway, we were fine.'

Blanche coughed several times, as though clearing her throat. 'You were both in the same bed when I got home.' Douglas immediately knew where she was going with this, she had put two and two together, and for once, had got the right answer.

He presumed that as she hadn't said anything to either Adele or himself and certainly not to his parents after all this time, she wasn't going to go blabbing now. Sitting back in his chair, he gave her a mysterious smile.

Perhaps we just fell asleep together,' he said. He could tell by the look on his sisters face that she wasn't accepting that as an excuse.

Blanche coughed again, wishing now that she hadn't started this conversation. She still thought of her brother as he had been, five or six years ago, today he looked very different. He wasn't unattractive she was forced to admit to herself and while at one time she had towered over him, nowadays he stood as tall if not taller than she was. He had filled out over the preceding years, his penchant for playing the game of rugby having given his muscles.

'Well, if that was the case, why were you both naked?'

Douglas leaned forward, he now knew that she suspected something had happened. Giving her a supercilious smile, he asked.

'How do you know we were naked?'

'Because I lifted the covers and looked.' Blanche appeared uncomfortable; her face having coloured again. 'Had you and Adele been...... you know...... playing?'

Douglas wanted to laugh out loud but instead made his face look serious as he decided to have some fun with her.

'No, we hadn't been playing.' He paused for effect, 'We'd been having sex. Adele and I had been fucking.'

He thought Blanche was going to have a heart attack, her face looked stricken and drained of colour.

'I...... I presume that it...... (cough) doesn't happen anymore?'

'Douglas gave her a twinkling smile as he leaned even closer and lowered his voice. 'Why would you presume that?'

For the next thirty-five minutes, she asked questions and he explained in graphic detail what he and Adele had got up to, even inventing things that had never happened as he watched his older sister start to fidget, her chest rising and falling rapidly even though he could tell she was trying to control it.

Blanche felt hot, sweat was running down her back. But that wasn't the worst of her problems, it was what was happening between her legs, that intense demand in her fanny was beginning to dominate her thoughts.

'Anyway, why bring it up after all this time?' Douglas asked, 'or have you got an ulterior motive. Is that it? Are you wondering what it would be like if you and I went upstairs to your bedroom?'

He was enjoying himself, as well as getting aroused at the same time. It was thrilling to talk dirty to his sister, the look on her face telling him that she was struggling to control herself.

Blanche immediately began trying to deny his accusation, her problem was that some of what he had just said was true. She refused to answer him, coming out with questions of her own. 'So, if you say it is still going on, why? You have had girlfriends, Adele's got a boyfriend. Why are you still having sex with each other?'

Douglas actually thought about her question, it was a good one. There had been girlfriends and there was his mother, so why did he still look forward to bedding his sister, likewise, why was bedding his mum always so special?

For once he was serious as he explained. 'I suppose that any relationship gets stale after a while, look at mum and dad. It's not as if Adele and I are jumping into bed every day, it's only occasionally. I think that is what makes the difference, we have no routine, we don't know when it will happen, it is just spontaneous., coupled with the fact that she is my sister, it adds a level to the sex that is impossible to find elsewhere.'

Blanche was wavering, her head full of images of Douglas and Adele having sex. The more they talked, the more he answered her questions, the greater was the demand between her legs.

She suddenly asked another question and then wondered why she had. 'Did you ever think of me like that?' She cursed herself, why did she want to know and why did it matter?

'Honestly Blanche, NO!' her stomach lurched. 'Don't get me wrong, you were extremely attractive, fit even. But I suppose it was the age difference back then, Adele and I had lots in common, plus we are twins, you and I had little in common. Does that still apply, No! You are still attractive and I am old enough now to appreciate that.'

He stopped for a moment and stared at her intently. 'If the opportunity arose now, would I dismiss it?' Douglas shook his head. 'If it happened, then I would find it just as pleasurable as I do with Adele.'

Blanche was struggling to control her breathing, her nipples were hard and her panties damp, her body crying out for sex.

She knew what her brother was saying without him having to come right out with it. 'What the fuck did she do?' she was wondering. He was just sitting there looking at her, did she make a move on him, he had already implied he was open to the idea. Was she? The thought of doing something like that with him was making her feel embarrassed.

Douglas could see her hesitancy and knew she was on the verge. 'Come here,' he said and smiled.

'What?' Blanche asked shuffling in her chair. 'Just come here, I promise not to bite.' Hesitantly she stood, slowly making her way across to him.

He patted his knee, 'Sit!' Blanche sat in his lap, her legs hanging over the side of the chair. She waited but her brother did not attempt to do anything else other than to put one arm around her waist.

Sitting so close was arousing she was beginning to find, her breathing becoming laboured. She saw him glancing at her breasts as her chest heaved up and down and she tried to control them but to no avail. She was getting excited at the fact that her brother knew she was excited, it was as though she was tormenting herself and still he continued to do and say nothing other than to watch her.

As silly as it felt, she now wanted him to touch her, she wanted him to make a move, her tits and fanny were crying out for attention, her arousal escalating to a point of no return when he suddenly raised his other hand and stroked her cheek, she turned her face towards him and waited, for what seemed like forever, then his face moved closer as she closed her eyes and felt his lips touch hers. It was slow, it was seductive, and it was tantalising, the longer it went on, the more passionate it became, Blanche, finding herself plunging her tongue into his mouth as she nipped his bottom lip. Her mouth was on the move, her hands gripping her brother's face as the kiss took her to heights that she never imagined.

She could feel it, her brother's erection pushing against her bottom, Blanche unable to stop herself from grinding her buttocks against it. She was so preoccupied with his boner and kissing him that she missed her blouse being unbuttoned. It wasn't until he pushed her bra up and out of the way as her tits fell free that she realised.

His hand grasped her breast as he fondled and massaged the fleshy mammary, twisting and pulling at her nipple as she began to wail, her arousal now so great that she was oblivious to the fact that the person pleasuring her was her brother.

Relinquishing one orb, his hand slid over her belly as he began to inch her skirt upwards, finally exposing her panties and then softly massaging her twat through the thin material. When the hand, pulled the gusset to one side and stroked her cunt, Blanche climaxed. She was panting, her fanny alive to his touch and the wave of pleasure that flooded her body like an explosion taking place as his finger slid up and down her slit, spreading the juices leaking from it before it slid inside her, touching and arousing her internal flesh.

She couldn't kiss him anymore, she needed to breathe. She squirmed in his lap as he fingered her, prolonging her orgasm and then building her up for a second one before the first had finished. At the last second, to her cries of despair, he pulled his hand and finger away.

'Play with yourself for me,' Douglas whispered as his hand cupped her breast, squashing and pulling at it as he took her nipple into his mouth.

Blanche's hand flew to her cunt as she jammed several fingers up her flue and fingered herself vigorously. She was too far gone now to stop the explosion that happened in her vagina, sensations flooding her brain as her body shook and she screamed her release. When her hand got tired, Douglas took over, his fingers pounding her cunt until she had achieved a third orgasm, tears rolling down her cheek and her emotions shredded.

When he finally stopped, his hand still gently caressing her fanny he whispered in her ear.

'Tell me, tell me what you want me to do to you. If you ask nicely, I'll take you upstairs and fuck you. But you have to tell me.'

Blanche didn't ask, she begged and pleaded with him until he helped her from his lap and stood, taking her hand as he led her upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there, he made her undress, marvelling as she removed items of clothing until she was naked as his eyes roved over her rounded belly, her plump thighs, and her large breasts. While she watched and her eyes devoured him, he stripped off, his cock jutting out from his groin and jerking in anticipation.

He indicated the bed, 'Lie down and open your legs,' he instructed, Blanche, doing exactly as she was told as he shuffled between her thighs, pressed his cock against her open piss flaps and waited. She screamed and bucked when he rammed it into her, her hips rising to meet his thrust as he fucked her hard and fast.

She was already a wet and sloppy mess down below, his cock banging her cunt steadily as her belly and tits bounced back and forwards. Grabbing hold of her magnificent bosom, he squeezed hard, riding his sister until she had nearly reached her peak before slowing and leaning forward on outstretched arms as he began to kiss and lick her tits.

'Tell me. Tell me what you want.' Blanche was nearly beside herself as she begged him once more.

'I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me cum and I want to feel your cock fill me with spunk!'

The words were hardly out of her mouth as his groin smashed into hers, his hips a blur as he shagged her as fast and hard as he could. He brought her to her pinnacle and then pushed her over the edge as she writhed beneath him, her body twisting this way and that as she orgasmed and then he cried out and filled her cunt with his hot cream, blending it into a sloppy mess with her juices as he continued to fuck her feverously until she was past caring anymore, a large damp patch spreading beneath her bottom.

When she surfaced from that realm of sublime gratification, she couldn't believe what she had allowed him to do. Her fanny while feeling raw was extremely satisfied and she couldn't remember ever having been fucked like that. She could feel her brother watching her as she turned on her side to face him.

'And now, if you would like, we can make love,' he whispered to her, his cock already hard and erect again she noted as he pulled her on top of him.

By the time he left, Blanche thought she would never be able to walk again. The afternoon had passed in a blur and her husband would be home in less than an hour. She opened a window to get rid of the smell of sex and straightened the bed, she just had time for a quick shower before he returned. She was excited, her brother had promised to visit again soon, and she now knew why her sister Adele had entertained him.

He had been correct, there had been something about having sex with him that set it apart from other men or her husband. There was an extra element of excitement there, the knowledge that they were brother and sister and that they were indulging in something so taboo that it added a thrill to the encounter that she had never experienced before.

By the time he was twenty-one, his sister Adele had also moved out, now living with her boyfriend as plans were made to get married once college was finished and she had qualified. Douglas's friends mocked him for still living at home with his mother, but he wasn't bothered, he wasn't going to tell them that it came with benefits.

Life was now easier, Adele had her own place and when the need arose, he would visit, and they would spend the day in bed fucking.

He had become a regular visitor to his sister Blanche's home, even when she found out she was pregnant. There was something highly erotic about shagging her with her ponderous tits and enlarged belly.

The best part though was that he now had the house and especially his mother to himself. When no one was expected she would dress like a tart for him and over time he had her in every room. But the best bit by far was that at the end of each evening he could follow her firm rounded gorgeous bottom up the stairs and then share her bed as they indulged in whatever sordid acts they wanted.

One evening, he thought about the past and the simple accident that had started all of this. It had been like throwing a stone into a pond and then watching the ripples emanating from its centre.

If his mother had not accidentally lost her towel, he wouldn't have gone hunting in the cellar for the magazines. In turn, without the magazines, he very much doubted that anything would have happened between him and Adele.

His mother at one point had confessed to him about what she had done the time he was ill. But again and even though he had no memory of it, if he had not been sleeping with his sister, he may not have been hallucinating that she was in bed with him and would not have inadvertently touched his mum.

Without the magazines, he would not have found her photo's, another thing that had led to them eventually becoming lovers. And if he had not been in bed with Adele that night, then his sister Blanche would not have found them and perhaps he would never have shagged her.

'Thank God for the ripple effect.' He thought.




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