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Keep It In The Family Ch. 01

By: Amandawilliams



My white blouse was undone nearly all the way down the front. One of my breasts had been eased out of its cup and my fiercely hardened nipple was being sucked. I was lying back in the corner of the sofa in the small lounge off the kitchen, what we called the TV room. He was half lying on me so that his evident erection was pressing suggestively into my upper leg. His hand had rested tentatively and enquiringly on my leg just above my knee a few moments ago. Seeing there was no resistance, he had slowly moved that up my leg so that now, as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, it was pressing right against my jeans covered pussy.

"I think it might be time for us to go to bed don't you Peter?" I whispered looking into his eyes.

*

Life had moved on. I could hardly believe just how much. Sara, my daughter was 22, at Durham University reading English and the big five oh was roaring towards me at what seemed an increasing rate of speed. I had landed a fantastic job in an ad agency owned by an old flame from before I even knew Kevin. I still lived in London Docklands, played golf and a little tennis, went to the gym two or three times a week and was a devoted shopaholic. Kevin, my ex, from whom amazingly it seemed I had been parted for almost ten years was still around and we had become good friends, but then we had always been that. He still had a thing about younger women, but generously shared himself around with us 'ordinary mortals' as well; we had become fuckbuddies. We sometimes talked about getting back together permanently, but we both knew that wouldn't work, so nothing happened other than the occasional fuck. He was on his way to making his second or third fortune. After selling the original business, we had owned jointly and losing a bundle in the Spanish property crash, he had started on an online gambling company that he was preparing to sell for many, many millions. 

So life generally, was good. I had been fortunate with my investments and had avoided many of the 'car crashes' post the 2009 credit crunch. Dockland property prices had remained fairly resilient and were now on the up again and the silly sods at the ad agency were paying me a fortune to run their copywriting throughout Europe. Being financially secure and knowing that I could provide comfortably for Sara for the rest of her life if need be was a great weight off my shoulders and made life easier.

There were, of course, some downsides. Between school and uni, Sara had a gap year where she travelled the world with three friends meeting other groups in such far-flung places as Vietnam, China, Australia and Peru. She was away for an agonisingly long nine months. Although we had met up for a few days in LA, I missed her so badly that I seriously wondered how I would cope when she went to Durham. Now she was there I found out and it was tough, but I managed.

Sex and relationships were an issue. Until very recently I had not felt able or inclined to look for, or enter into longer-term relationships. I still felt uncomfortable making the level of commitment, or letting myself become as emotionally dependent as I had been with Kevin. Nevertheless, I needed and badly wanted sex. It seemed that as I got older I wanted more. And that was not just in quantity and frequency, but also in variety and creativity.

I, though, pretty much had over experimenting with other women. Although I am a firm believer in that everybody would dabble in same gender sex if they could overcome the way society, particularly the church, has conditioned them, it just became too complicated. I was also very worried about Sara's reaction if it came out and the chances of that increases as one 'plays' nearer to home as I had done with a girl at the tennis club and a married woman at the golf club. That said, I knew very well that if a totally safe opportunity presented itself then I would be unlikely to decline. On my travels round Europe and the States, an opportunity now and then would seem to appear, but none had come through to fruition, well not yet.

Fortunately, even though I say it myself, I had held onto my looks and figure. Despite being in my late forties, I was still wrinkle-free and there were no signs of cellulite. My work at the gym largely overcame the effects of my laziness after Sara was born and the slight paunch on my tum had not changed in years. I have always had the tendency to put on weight and since the divorce; it has varied from around one thirty up to near one fifty pounds. Whilst I have got used to and really do not mind my body being referred to as voluptuous or Rubenesque, it does cause a big problem. As the weight always seems to pile on in two places, my 'tits 'n ass' it plays havoc with my bras. As my tits vary from an ample 35C up to a very generous double handful of 36DD, I need two sets for when I am in my weight on and weight off periods. However, having been 'ample bosomed' since my twenties I get used to the stares, having to wear a sports bra and avoiding running anywhere! The legs, well certainly beneath the knees, are holding up well, although my thighs are a little chunky, but thankfully, not outlandishly so and they do not rub together.

Although, probably on the young side for me, I still wear my hair long, down to my shoulders and I have persevered with both the colour, chestnut, and the style, unkempt and dragged through a hedge look.

*

This latest phase of my life began just over a year ago. 

With Sara at university and unlikely to return home to live permanently, I had decided to have some remodelling done in the duplex apartment near to Canary Wharf in London Docklands. This included knocking some walls down, building others, lots of electrical and plumbing work, decorating of course and the design and build of a complicated wooden room divider incorporating shelves, cupboards and a closet for coats.

I had the plans drawn up by an architect and he obtained the necessary building permissions. The last builder I had used had been when Kevin and I had some extensive work done in the rambling pile in Chigwell. It had been at a difficult time for us as I had just found out for the second time for sure and about the fourth for likely that Kevin was 'playing away from home!' The first couple of times I had, after some blazing rows, forgiven him. The next time I was not so forgiving and applying the tortuous logic of a woman scorned I was unfaithful to him. 

It was a rather pathetic episode really and involved an old flame who had been sniffing around me at the tennis club. I think he was even more surprised than I was when I agreed to having a drink with him and we ended up at his grubby, flat having sex. It was sort of cathartic, although that was mixed with some guilt and a degree of revulsion, but that was more at the circumstances and the partner than at being unfaithful for the first time.

I have heard it said that committing adultery is hardest the first time, after that it gets easier. It certainly did for me when I found out that Kevin had been shagging some young bimbo that worked for him I fucked the builder with little guilt or compunction.

Peter was about fifteen years older than I was, probably in his mid-forties and owned the small company that was doing a lot of work in the house. A joiner by trade he was one of the brightest and most intelligent men I had ever met and I have always been a sucker for clever men. As the six-week project progressed, I had got to know him well and he taught me how to do both the Daily Telegraph and Guardian crosswords. That involved sitting side by side at the table as we had morning coffee and the sheer almost animal-like magnetism slowly got to me. It evidently got to Peter as well and several times our legs touched under the table or one of us would put their fingers on the other's wrist. There were those lingering glances and gaze holding moments that are the indications of the mutual attraction of a burgeoning relationship. However, neither of us was looking for an affair. Peter was happily married and Kevin and I had met him and his wife for drinks a couple of times. Additionally, Kevin and I had been getting on well and he seemed to be behaving himself. With my rather distorted logic I never even contemplated being unfaithful when he was a good boy, but when he was not then my 'red mists of jealously built up and I wanted my revenge.

So nothing serious happened between Kevin and me until I found the damning evidence. He owned up, I kicked him out and a few days later when Peter's knee pressed against mine as we were sitting side by side on the sofa, not at the table, I did not move away. As both of us stared at the crossword that he was holding as we tried to solve seven down, I pressed back. He looked at me, down at our pressed together knees then back up and into my eyes. He smiled and said softly.

"Are you sure Amanda?"

"Yes, Peter, yes I am."

That was fifteen years ago, but when I heard Peter's voice on the phone, it seemed just like yesterday.

"Good morning, Kenwrights."

"Hello Peter, it's Amanda Williams, well it is now, but you knew me as......"

"I know who you are Amanda, and who you were," he said in his deep, velvet tone. "How are you, it has been a long time."

It all came flooding back to me. I remembered his words as if he has said them just yesterday.

"Yes Amanda, I do think it is time we went to bed" he had replied.

I stood up with my blouse fully open and one breast pulled out of my bra. I put that away and said. "Come on then."

I led him up the stairs very aware that my somewhat oversized bum was swaying just in front of his face. I probably emphasised the wiggle as I contemplated in a quite matter of fact way where I was going to commit adultery. Although the marital bed had some appeal, for I doubted it would be that again, I had slept in it a for few nights so I opted for the clean sheets of the guest bedroom.

We stood beside the bed and kissed. He eased my blouse off and reaching round me, with our mouths clamped together, he adeptly unclipped my bra and between us, we removed it. I undid his dark blue, heavy cotton shirt and pulling it apart, I pressed my breasts against his nicely hairy chest. We kissed again; he was a good and patient kisser, much better than my previous lover and about as good as Kevin, who really is a great lover, just a lousy fucking husband.

He eased me towards the bed until the back of my legs were pressed against it and then helped me lie on it. I shuffled my body further onto the bed and, after removing his shirt, he lay on top of me. We kissed a lot more and squirmed our bodies together, it was lovely! His erection was alternately pressed into the softness of my stomach, against my denim-covered pussy and rubbed up and down against my clit.

"God I so want you" he grunted as his hand ran up and down my leg and again pressed against my pussy.

"Yes, Peter" I groaned back as I felt his fingers struggling with my zip. "Here let me," I said sitting up. I undid the zip and pushed my jeans down. His eyes not leaving my body he did the same. "And these?" I asked slipping my fingers into my panties.

"Yes" he said very thickly as he did the same to his rather old-fashioned Y fronts. 

Then we were both gloriously naked.

I felt very nervous. I knew what I was doing and why I was doing it. I felt a little sorry for Peter for really I was using him; there was no real emotion in this other than lust and my distorted sense of revenge. I reconciled that, however, by assuming it was the same for him. He had a need for extra-marital sex and whatever the reason for that was; he was satisfying that urge just as I was mine.

As it happens that first time was not that successful. I was far too tense and Peter was probably too eager. As I learned later, that was his first time at being unfaithful. It was over quite quickly leaving both of us sexually sated, but rather disappointed. It got better over the next three weeks or so whilst Kevin was persona non grata and we had some truly memorable fucks.

When I let Kevin come home and told Peter we had to end it, we agreed that 'our fling' had been good for both of us. 

*

On the phone those fifteen years later, Peter and I chatted and he asked about Kevin; he knew that we had divorced. He told me that he was semi-retired and that his son ran the business now. I asked if he would be interested in my work and he said that they would and that he and his son would pop in, have a look at the flat and the plans and then prepare a quote. I had to be in Germany when they visited the apartment, but was pleased to get a quotation a couple of days later. It seemed fine and we agreed a start date some three weeks later.

When I met Peter the son, those fifteen years again just seemed to evaporate. He looked and sounded like his dad, had many of his gestures and mannerisms and the same sense of humour. He was quick witted like Peter senior and as he explained how they were going to go about the work, I could feel a similar level of mental horsepower. It sent a little shudder through me.

Although I had the occasional sex with Kevin and now and then, I had a date that resulted in some, usually fairly unsuccessful, lovemaking, most of my sexual pleasure nowadays was self-administered. I had bought a few toys online and made good use of them as I sexually consoled myself either, in my bed or, a hotel room on my travels.

A couple of weeks after the work started on the apartment Kevin came round to discuss Sara. We did this every six months or so or make sure that we were both fully involved in her development.

I had been away some of the time so had not spent much time with Peter Junior up until the last couple of days. I had been working from home and he and I had meetings at the end of each day when we discussed progress, what was going to happen next and some revisions to the plans. Sitting next to him looking at drawings or across a table chatting and having a coffee I could not help thinking back to the few weeks when his dad and I had our passionate and thoroughly enjoyable affair. The likeness between the two Peters was remarkable

Kevin and I had a light dinner and a few drinks and, as sometimes happened, he pulled me to him and kissed me.

"We should do it more often Mands."

"Do what?"

"This" he said cupping my breast.

Although he still excited me, the 'magic' had gone and there was no love left in me for him. However, there was still a lot of lust. I guess it was partly due to old times, partly that he is and always had been a good lover, but mostly because he was safe. I was not going to get emotionally involved or become dependent upon him, fuck him yes, but love him no.

We didn't bother with going to the bedroom, but had sex there and then in the large kitchen diner. 

As we had kissed, he had rolled my cashmere sweater up and had pulled my tits out of my bra. I had unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped him and had eased his familiar, beautifully hard cock out of his trousers.

"I am going to fuck you right here and now," he grunted pulling my skirt up and bunching it round my waist. I was not wearing tights or stockings. He grabbed and squeezed the cheeks of my bum pulling me even more firmly against him.

"Promises, promises" I smiled rubbing his dick.

"Turn round you horny, fucking bitch" he grunted falling into the dirty talk patter that we had enjoyed for so many years.

"Not my bum Kevin."

"I don't want that I want your big, wet, hot cunt that's what I am going to fuck.

So wonderfully and excitingly sordidly, he didn't even bother taking my thong off. He bent me forward so I leaned against the table and merely pulling the slither of lace to one side he pushed his fat cock into my what I realised was a big, wet, hot cunt and fucked me wonderfully from behind.

As my orgasm burst over me, I could hardly believe what was in my mind. It was not my ex-husband who was fucking me! At first it was my ex-lover Peter and then horrifyingly just as we both climaxed it was Peter junior's face that was in my mind. 

*

I felt embarrassed the next few times I saw Peter. The recall of what was in my mind as Kevin had shagged me in the very room where I was chatting to the young man sent little shudders through me. Shudders of what, though, was the annoying question that plagued me as Peter carried on with his carpentry.

I came home early, around four one afternoon. I had been away in Prague for a few days so I felt I had earned an early finish. There was only Peter in the apartment. The workmen started at eight and finished at four so we were alone. We chatted about how the job was going and he reported that it was on time and on budget. I asked about his dad and he said he suffered from a very bad back and nowadays concentrated on his fishing and bowls. He explained that he had been apprenticed in a large firm for three years and two to his dad before getting involved in running the business. He was now taking a degree on business studies with a view to taking it over completely when Peter senior retires when he is sixty. 

"He and mum are going to live in Italy, he loves it there," he told me.

He explained that he had many plans for expanding the business so that it was, as he called it an integrated design and build operation. It all seemed very grand and the sheer enthusiasm with which he explained it was intriguing.

Several times over the past week or so I had seen him staring at me. As with all full-breasted women, I was used to men ogling my boobs although they usually thought we did not notice. We did, though and I did with Peter as I felt his eyes on my chest. He watched me as I moved and seemed to go out of his way to make conversation. Alternatively, was I imagining it? Who could tell? At the same time, I looked forward to our meetings, to seeing him, talking to him and being with him. It was daft, it was crazy and it was unfathomable. Just as seeing his dad's and his face when I had made love to Kevin had been and just as imagining it was him screwing me was when I left him in the kitchen, went to my bedroom, locked the door and fucked myself imagining it was him.

I was sure that there was an atmosphere developing between us. Whenever we were alone, and it seemed as if we were alone more and more often, I could feel it. I wondered if he could too, but how could I know for sure? 'Why did I want to know for sure' I asked myself receiving the dreaded answer that I expected, but hoped I would never hear. 'Because you fancy him, because you are intoxicated by him, because you want him and you want him to fuck you.'

I fought it. I tried resisting it and denying the fact that was in my mind most of each and every day. I tried to stop thinking about him, thinking about being with him and thinking about holding him. I fought the evil spirits that were a little like the 'red mists' that had driven his father and me to bed, that were tempting me. They filled my mind with him naked, with me holding his cock and him sucking my breasts. Even in bed late at night when my hands travelled over my tits and body to arrive between my legs sometimes with a vibrator, I worked hard to imagine that it was Kevin whose head was between my thighs. That it was Kevin's cock I was stroking or licking and it was that which soared up inside me and fucked me. But I failed. Each time I could not do that and each time it was Peter who in mind was licking, sucking and fucking me.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked him one evening.

It was after seven and I had just got home from work. I had not had time to change so I was still wearing a blue business suit with a skirt and a white button up blouse. He was finishing up what he was doing. It seemed to me that recently he had been staying later. 'Was it to see me?' I asked myself feeling my pulses racing at the thought as at the same time I told myself not be so stupid. 'He's twenty four for fuck's sake' I told myself adding for good measure. 'Almost half your age.'


Keep It In The Family Ch. 01



This argument had been raging inside me for over two weeks. All the signs that us woman learn to understand when a man fancies us were there. The lingering looks, the surreptitious glances at my breasts or legs, the standing a little closer and, even, the unconscious thrusting forward of his torso were there. The more individual ones, staying later, talking more, sitting closer to me and like his dad had done all those years ago, lightly touching me, my wrist, my arm and my shoulder were also there. 

Still, though I could not be sure that either, he really did want me or, that I would have the pluck to have him. Was it worth the possible rejection, the scorn if we had a fling and someone found out, the worry about Sara and all the social stigma? That sexually I wanted him there was no doubt. I unashamedly masturbated most evening visualising some form of sex between us. Imagining it and doing it, though, were two very, very different situations.

I could also put myself in his shoes. I was a customer, I knew his parents. I was the older woman and surely would not be interested in a young guy like him. If he tried something and I was not interested what would happen? 

I knew that for both of us the current situation was a fucking mess and the potential for that becoming rapidly worse if one made a move and the other was not receptive to it was immense.

He accepted a glass of wine. I poured it for him and led him into the kitchen diner, which was the only living room that was habitable. We sat down on chairs across the table from each other. He looked absolutely gorgeous as he sipped his wine and flicked the lock of hair that attractively flopped down over his forehead just as Hugh Grant's had in Four Weddings. He was wearing a tight, white tee shirt and jeans. We talked about the work he was doing for me. The conversation was rather stilted; it did not flow as it usually did. We moved on to his expansion plans. He was passionate about them and I enjoyed hearing them and seeing his face light up as he told me about his grand ideas.

"That all sounds fantastic, Peter."

"Well the plans are, it's bringing them to fruition that is the problem," he said sitting opposite me his elbows on the edge of the table his hands almost in the middle with one holding the stem of his almost empty glass.

I picked up the bottle and poured him a generous measure.

"Hey, not too much Amanda. Not trying to get me drunk are you?"

That made my heart beat faster.

"Now why would I do that?" I asked.

He averted his gaze and looked embarrassed.

"Sorry" he mumbled. "Just a joke."

The atmosphere that over the past few weeks I had felt getting heavier almost overwhelmed me as we looked at each other not saying anything. I sat down and rested my elbows and hands on the table like his. Our fingers were just inches apart. It would have been so easy, but risky to have slid mine a little further to touch his. How I resisted I have no idea.

"That's fine, don't be silly, no idea to apologise Peter."

"Thanks" he replied.

We chatted about nothing in particular until he said.

"I had better go" as he stood up.

"Girl friend to see?"

"No," he smiled. "I don't have one," he told me as I too stood up.

We walked towards the door.

"So when do you think you will launch the new company?" I asked.

"Well the launch will coincide with dad's retirement."

"When's that?"

"Next year" he said as we stood close together facing each other in the small hallway near the front door. 

I reached out for the handle on the front door realising too late that would open the suit jacket and stretch the blouse tightly across my boob, which would emphasise them. As his gaze was drawn to them, I almost smiled as 'like organ stops' came to mind when I saw his eyes. 

He went on. "But there are lots of hurdles to overcome before that."

"Such as?"

"Well mainly investment."

"What you need more money?"

"Yes who doesn't" he stammered as we stared at each other. "Look I had better go," he went on dropping his gaze.

"What's the hurry?"

"Nothing."

"So why hurry?" I asked feeling a little more confident now that I was seeing some signs of his interest.

"I don't know. Oh Mandy."

"Why oh Mandy?"

"I am making a fool of myself."

"No you aren't Peter," I said almost in a whisper.

"You sure."

"Oh yes, I am very sure" I replied as he looked at me once more.

Smiling I said. "Are you looking for a sleeping partner?"

"Oh my god do you mean that?"

"Yes, of course I do I wouldn't have asked otherwise?"

When I had said about the sleeping partner, the double entendre had not hit me. It was only when Peter took a step forward and said softly.

"What exactly do you mean by a sleeping partner" that it hit me that he had taken that to mean a partner to sleep with?

I gulped. The moment I had fantasised about for ages was here. 

"You know," I mumbled as he put his hand on my upper arm.

"What would Missus Williams say if I kissed her" was his surprising and amazing response.

*

My white blouse was undone nearly all the way down the front. One of my breasts had been eased out of its cup and my fiercely hardened nipple was being sucked. We were standing the kitchen diner, the only living room that was habitable. I was in his arms with our bodies crushed his gloriously hard erection pressing suggestively into stomach from my clit to my waist. His hand had rested tentatively and enquiringly on my bum a few moments ago. Seeing there was no resistance, he had rubbed and squeezed and had held the two cheeks to pull my body more firmly against his. Gaining more confidence his hand had reached down to nearly my knee at the back and had slid under the hem of my skirt. Then traveling upwards, it had brought the skirt with it until the expensive material was bunched round my hips and his hand caressed my bare bottom and stroked my thong. As his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, so his hand explored between my legs right against my panty covered pussy lips.

"I think it might be time for us to go to bed don't you Peter?" I whispered looking into his eyes.

To be continued very, very shortly.



Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



It had been some time since I had started the whole thing with my ex brother, Paul and his kids, Sue and Mark. I had finally arranged to have Mark find out his dad was also fucking his sister Sue and he accepted it without a problem. I was fearful that since he was the one who took Sue's cherry he would show so much jealousy he might have blabbed the whole thing all over town. No problem....we were one big happy sexy family. Well, I was just an aunt, but still part of their close knit group.

We had made it a ritual to have our Friday night's dinner in a local steak house and we would drive over in Paul's van. One night during dinner Paul came up with a suggestion that we might want to take mini vacation down to the Maryland shore. The beaches were nice and the weather was getting prime for some ocean swimming. Sue promised to get on the Internet and find some reasonable accommodations for us. Either one room with two king-sized beds or two adjoining rooms, each with a king-size playground.

I have a younger sister Sally to whom I had let slip what was going on between Paul's family and me and she was ecstatic about wondering if there was any way she could get in with us. I promised to see what I could do. She is only twenty-two and while her tits aren't quite as large as mine they are as firm as any I had ever seen. She is as pretty as a picture and has a body most women would kill for. She had been going with a guy for a couple of years but he was killed in an auto accident a year or so earlier. That night at the restaurant I casually let it out that my sister would love to join us in any mini vacation we would take and would be more than happy to pay her share of expenses. Both Mark and Sue jumped in with comments about how it might spoil our 'other' fun. Paul looked at me as I nodded that she wouldn't spoil it but instead would join in with us. That cinched it.... Sally was in.

It was going to be a four-night vacation and by leaving on Wednesday afternoon we could be there by dinner and ready for some serious fun ...read that as sex.

Sally fit right in with them during the car ride and by the time we arrived at the shore she was totally accepted...that is with her clothes on. It hadn't gotten around to the sex part yet. 

The room was perfect. Just as I hoped, it had two huge king-size beds that we were able to slide together and make into one humongous playground. The hotel was right on the beach and we could step out on our own private balcony to look at the ocean below. Just perfect.

We had hinted around at sex with our conversation in the car but never got into any serious details. I figured that I was the one who was going to break the ice ... after all, she was my sister. I said that it was still early enough for a late dip in the ocean and stripped nude laying my clothes over the back of a chair and shouted. 

"C'mon guys. Don't just stand around with your fingers up your butts. Get your clothes off and your bathing suits on" 

Sally was right behind me and Paul soon followed. When he got a look at her luscious body his dick sprang to attention and all she could say was,

"Holy shit. You have a flagpole for a cock." 

"Well, you better salute the flag at the top of it." He joked in response.

"Oh, I'll do better than that." She said as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

Sue and Mark were just standing there watching this and I went over to them asking if there were ready to join in the activities. One look at Sally's body and Mark was chomping at the bit to join in... as long as Sally was going to be part of the fun. I could see that Sue was feeling a little left out when she saw the size of Sally's tits and then she looked over at my globes and she felt a little inadequate. I had to rectify that and do it now.

"C'mon you two...strip." As I was saying that I went behind Sue and reached around to cup her breasts in my hands. She leaned her head back at me and turned her head to plant a huge kiss on my waiting lips. This girl could turn me into a full-fledged lesbian given half the chance.

They each had their clothes off in a hurry and I reached over and took Mark's cock in one hand as I pushed Sue over to the bed with my other one. When the backs of her legs hit the edge of the mattress I gave one harder push and she was soon lying on her back and I had pulled Mark with us. Before joining Sue on the bed I leaned forward and took Mark's cock in my mouth and let one hand reach back to fondle Sue's love box. They were both ready!

Sally and Paul were busy on their half of the playground and we had the other half to ourselves. I pushed Sue up to the top of the bed and soon had my face buried in her pussy. I had gotten up on my hands and knees while doing this and pulled Mark behind me. He quickly got the right idea. His cock was harder than a board and he was positioning it in line with my pussy when I felt him give one big push and he drove it home. Damn, this kid hasn't learned the meaning of taking it slow and easy yet. I didn't appreciate him driving it into me so hard but now that it was there it felt great. He was holding my hips with each hand and was pulling me back to him as he thrust into me. Sue had each of her hands on the sides of my head and was pulling me deeper into her with each stroke of my tongue.

I looked over at Sally and Paul and he was flat on his back with her riding his cock fast and furious. She looked over at me at the same time and just nodded. She had never seen me eat pussy before but I knew that before this weekend was over she would have eaten both Sue and me. 

It wasn't long before Paul was grunting his familiar pre-orgasm noise and Sue was almost right in sync with him. I could feel the warmth starting deep within me as Mark pulled out and was jerking himself off and shooting his warm come all over my back and Sue's upper body. Sue could barely feel it for she was howling like a banshee as she had her own giant orgasm. I just lay my head against her lower abdomen and looked over to see Sally being driven to her own huge blast. Paul was holding her hips and pulling her further down on his cock as he let go with the orgasm he had been working up to. Everyone was happy ... except me. 

I just turned over and lay back and asked 

"OK, which of you love birds are going to give me what I need?"

They all looked at each other and I figured now was the time and reached over and took Sally's hand and pulled her to me. Her eyes opened as large as dinner plates and all I said was,

"Yes, honey. There isn't anyone I would rather having eat my pussy than you."

"But Cath, I never did that before."

"Well, just do to me what you like to have guys do to you."

I was still holding her hand and pulled her down on me. I used my free hand to push her head between my legs and then threw my pussy up to meet her face. That was all it took. She soon had her fingers and tongue massaging my clit and had her fingers buried deep inside of me. I looked over and could see Paul and his kids just all kneeling there watching us. That turned me on even more and I put both of my hands on the back of Sally's head and pulled down while I was throwing my pussy up at her. "Sally, yes. Oh yes."

My juices were flowing out of me and Sally had started to pull her face back from my pussy but I kept the pressure on the back of her head with my hands and she got the idea of what I wanted. I wanted her to lick up every drop of my juices, which she did. As soon as I had finished I reached down and pulled her up to my face. We are both the same height so when she got up as high as my chest our nipples were in perfect alignment and just lightly touching each other's. They kept it up as we both looked down to see what was happening. Sally saw it first and just moved her chest around a little so her nipples first rubbed the tips of mine and then she lowered herself slightly so they were then sliding up and down the sides of mine. The whole thing turned me on big time and if I hadn't just have had an orgasm I would have been ready to go again. When I got over that thrill I gave her a huge kiss. I could taste my own juices in her mouth but she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back even stronger than I was kissing her during which time our breasts were flattened against the others. Hmmm, I think she and I are going to have some fine times together when we get home.

Paul jumped in with, "Well everyone, it's time for bathing suits and some swimming time. Let's get going."

The water was great and we had a ball body surfing in on some pretty nice waves. The last time I was here that water was way too rough to enjoy but today it was just about perfect. It wasn't any trouble at all getting a wave on which we could ride from a hundred yards or so out all the way into the beach. Paul was showing off a bit but he was very good at it.

Sue had brought a couple of beach blankets with her from home and had them spread out a dozen or so yards up from the waters edge. We gathered there from time to time and just shot the breeze. It looked as if Sue and Sally were getting along OK but it did appear that Sue was jealous that Sally had fucked her father before she had today. No matter, I had the feeling that Sally was going to have her head buried in Sue's crotch before this day was over.

It was either Mark or Sally who announced it was time to get back to the room and shower for dinner. Someone had spotted a neat looking seafood restaurant near the hotel so we could walk to it rather than having to take the van. All we had to do was get back to the room and get showered to get rid of the salt we were covered with and then change for dinner.

Showering was a riot. Sally had Mark's cock in her mouth before he even got anyway near the bathroom and Paul was driving his ten incher in and out of his daughter's tight little pussy on one corner of the massive king size bed playground. I was out in the cold again so I just slid beneath Sally's legs and had my mouth working her clit while she was sucking Mark long and deep. Mark saw what was going on and slid down so he could keep Sally's mouth working his cock but still allow him to get his mouth free to work my pussy. It was a true sex circle. Sally was sucking Mark while I was eating Sally while Mark was eating me. It would have been terrific if we could have all exploded together but no such luck. Mark was working my clit exactly the way I had taught him a month or so earlier and that was what it took to put me over the top. As my juices flowed I threw my pussy hard against his mouth and that made him push it in me even deeper. It looked as if Sally was able to take a lot of Mark in her mouth and she had her hand riding his shaft. He was soon filling her warm mouth with stream after stream of his hot come. I was still working her clit as fast and furious as I could and then thought I might try folding three fingers together tent like and then slipped them deep in her pussy. I started to thrust it in and out of her as fast as I could and that did it for her. She took her mouth off Mark long enough to shout, 

"Yes, Yes, Yes. Do me Cath." 

I instantly could feel and taste the juices that were pouring out of her. She squirmed her pussy around so it was squishing all over my face and I loved it. I was giving my own sister some great pleasure and was wondering why neither of us had ever thought of trying it before. Maybe we had but were afraid of what the other one would have thought of an advance like that.

Paul stood there watching Sally and me and when she exploded he reached over and took her hand and pulled her to his side of the playground. I guess it was watching two gals going at it that made him hard again for his cock was jutting out like a flagpole. It was then Sue, Mark and I who became the audience. 

We were watching Sally work Paul's cock for all it was worth. She was lying on one side and had a hand holding his cock at the base as she let her lips just lightly touch the head of it. Her tongue would flick out every now and then to caress it as her other hand slid gently up and down the shaft. She took the head of it in her mouth as she let the nails on her free hand softly trace the veins in his cock as her mouth was massaging all around the head of it. She then released the hand she had at its base and let it smoothly move between his legs to delicately cup his scrotum. That was almost more than Paul could take. He was moaning and thrashing so much Sally was having a difficult time staying on it. She then let the hand on his scrotum slide off and go back between his legs and although we couldn't see what she was doing with it there was no doubt in our minds she was massaging his asshole. That was it. He put both of his hands on her head pulling her to him as he threw his cock high in the air as he filled her mouth with his come. When she finally let up on him he was breathing so hard I was getting a little worried his heart might give out on him. He just lay like that for a good while coming down from that orgasmic high.

Mark had gotten his own hard on watching it and motioned to Sally that he wanted her to do him next. 

"Not now Mark. Give me a rest and let Sue or Cath do you."

"But you are without a doubt the expert on sucking a cock." He stuttered

We all roared.

The weekend had turned out even better than I had even hoped for. The sex between Paul, Mark, Sue and I was about what I had expected but Sally's presence added a whole new dimension to it. Mark and Paul were in their glory since they had three gals to fuck instead of two and Sally added a fresh new approach to many of the sex acts the rest of us had been using for months. It was terrific. We left the shore on Sunday morning more than just little tired since I am sure none of us got more than a total of eight hours of sleep for the three and a half days were there. The drive back was quiet and somber.

Paul dropped Sally and I off at my place while the three of them went on to their own home. While I enjoyed the hell out of the weekend I was glad to be alone with Sally for a change. Giving each other some hot sexual pleasure over the last few days was a rare treat and I sure hoped there was going to be more of it. I have watched her grow from a gangly kid to a luscious woman but never gave it a moment's thought that we would ever get together. I was honored if I was the first woman she ever ate out. 

She dropped her bag just inside the front door to my place and yelled she was going to hit the head before she went on back to her own place. Not if I had anything to say about it.!!! I had a couple of glasses of wine poured before she emerged from the bathroom and handed one to her. 

"Sally, I hope you enjoyed yourself over the weekend."

"Enjoyed myself! I can't imagine having any more fun!"

"Sue, Mark and I got the biggest kick watching you give Paul his last blowjob. I thought he was going to have a coronary the way his heart was racing." 

"Yeah and could you imagine Mark wanting me to give him one right away afterwards. He must have thought I was a sucking machine."

"Well, I know I thought you were an eating machine the way you did me." I said as lasciviously as I could manage. 

"Cath, I never did that before and I sure liked it when you were doing me. Does that make me a lesbian?" 

"Sally, we are sisters and love each other. How can it be wrong if we want to give each other some pleasure?"

I was dying to get all wrapped up with her lovely body again but didn't want to come on too strong so soon after our first sexual involvement with each other.

"Sally, they just changed flicks at the local cinema today. How about if we go over to the mall, grab a bite and then catch the latest that Hollywood has to offer." 

"Sounds great. I would like to take a quick shower after the car ride from the beach and I'll pull on some fresh duds. OK?"

"Have at it. I'll be right here waiting."

She wasn't long and we drove over, had an easy supper at one of the deli restaurants in the mall and caught the start of the film with time to spare. It was a combo love story merged with as much mystery as the writer could squeeze in. It was terrible and we both regretted wasting our time and money on such trash but it had given us the opportunity to spend more time with one another. 

On the drive back to my place I casually asked if she wanted to stay the night at my place and I could drive her home in the morning or did she want to go home right away. I looked over at her while I was asking that and she gave me the most knowing smile imaginable. There was little doubt she knew what was in store for both of us if she chose to stay with me. 

Thankfully she chose to spend the night and go home in the morning.

I had her give me a hand carrying some stuff into my place and dumping it in the front foyer. As she was getting one of the cases from the car trunk I was right behind her as she bent over to pick it up and her tight little ass turned me on big time. It was only early evening but I knew how I was hoping we would spend the rest of the night. I wasn't to be disappointed!

She went from the front foyer to the bathroom and when she came out of it on her way to the bedroom she was stark ass naked! I was soon stripping my clothes off and dropping them on the floor as I moved to join her.

When I entered the bedroom she turned to me and held her arms out in a very welcoming stance and I molded right into the space between them. 

"Cath, I don't know why we waited so long to be like this with each other. The weekend showed what we have been missing over the last several years."

"Sally, I know but let's not be too hard on each other. After all, you are only twenty-two and I am almost thirty-one. You probably have only been sexually active for the last few years and neither of us were willing to make the first move on the other for fear of rejection and even worse ... humiliation."

She answered, "Well, those days are behind us now. The ice has been broken and let's enjoy it."

She lowered her face to my breasts and took a nipple between her lips and let her tongue gently massage it. I slid my hands down between us to let my hands fondle her lovely breasts. They weren't as large as mine but they were firm with absolutely no sag. Oh, to be her age again. As she was licking my nipples I pushed her backward toward the bed. As soon as the backs of her legs hit the edge of it I swung around to allow me to fall sideways on to it but I dragged her with me

When we were both lying on the bed I moved down and broke the action of her tongue on my nipples but it allowed me to concentrate on giving her the pleasure I wanted to her tight young pussy.

She lay back with her arms outstretched as I let my hand gently rub the inside of her thighs and then let it climb to spread the puffy lips of her waiting pussy. She was already soaked in anticipation of what she thought I would soon be doing to her. My fingers searched out her clit and then fondled it to get the nub out from under its sheath. As soon as my fingers started to slide up and down each side of it her moans began. She was thrusting her hips up at my mouth but being careful not to pull her pussy out of the reach of my hand. As my fingers were doing their thing on her I let my mouth follow them down so I could have my tongue licking the very top of her vaginal opening with occasional moves down to let it lightly touch the very tip of her clit. The sounds from her were getting stronger and her hands had slid down and were resting on the back of my head and were pulling me deeper into her. I let my tongue concentrate on her clit and folded my fingers tent style and slowly pushed them into her pussy. As soon as they were buried n her I began to fuck her pussy with my hand. She went crazy. Her hips were being thrown a foot off the bed and her hands were pulling me to her so hard they were actually hurting my face as it was squished between the lips of her soaked pussy. 




Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



This story involves mother , father, sister sex, also pain and humiliation if this is not for you please search for another story. If you like this please let me know and please do leave feedback, this is the only way we know if we are pleasing our readers.

This is a continuation of "keep it in the family part 1", please make sure you read this to allow the story to flow.

A son finds his mother is being dominated by her sister and his father is a cissy, he takes steps to change things

All characters are over 18.

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Mother answered the phone, it was her husband.

"You will have to call me back in 5 minutes I have something on the stove"

With that she came to me to tell me he had rung, and that she put him off for 5 minutes.

I had to work out a plan to catch him and then to convince him to obey me.

Turning to mother.

"Tell him to go shopping and buy stockings and a short sexy skirt and blouse."

I them explained to mother how I wanted to catch him dressed like a woman.

The phone went again, mother answered.

"Hello dear how was your trip?"

"Good, now listen carefully to me, go out and buy a skirt and blouse to fit you and some black fishnet stockings, when you buy them I want you to drive into the garage and change into them, you are not to come into this house dressed as a man again, do you understand me?"

With that she put down the phone and told me he would be home in 1 hour.

I went into the bedroom and uncovered Shirley, I could see her ass was bruised with the spanking.

"Are you ready to take your place in this family?, I will be in charge at all times, you will do what I want, when I want, is that clear?"

Shirley looked with contempt, "I want to use the Loo now, so get me untied"

I reached for the paddle, my hand rose and she received three hard strokes.

"You will only get off that bed when I tell you, if you pee yourself you will lay in it, when you have a civil tongue in your head you can ask me if you may go to the toilet"

I left the room and closed the door, I told mother to get ready for dad coming home.

We heard the car drive up, I got mom to go into the kitchen to meet him, I stayed hidden in the front room, I had given mom orders with what I wanted her to do with dad.

The back door opened , mom stood hands on hips and watched as her husband came in. He was dressed in a white blouse and a short black skirt, his legs covered in fishnet stockings.

I listened as mother did her bit.

"You are late, how dare you keep me waiting, get straight up to the bedroom and wait for me"

I could not understand my mother, she was so subservient herself, yet she dominated her husband.

I listened as he climbed the stairs, so far so good.

I crept up the stairs after them, and listened outside the door.

Mom walked into the bedroom, I had given her a set of handcuff to use and a blindfold.

She threw the blindfold on the bed.

"Put this on and your hands behind you back"

Mom came to the door and beaconed me in.

I walked in and saw my father stood there blindfolded and cuffed, from the rear he looked almost feminine in his short skirt.

Mom turned to him and said.

"There are big changes to this household, and you will accept them as I have, is that clear?"

"Yes mistress," he replied in a shaky voice.

With that she took the blindfold off his head and turned him towards me.

His face went white as he stood there , dressed as a women in front of his own son.

He turned to his wife and started to curse her.

I reached for the paddle and hit him hard on his thigh.

"You will only speak when you are spoken too, I am the new head of this family, seeing as you are now a woman you have no say."

I turned to my mother and told her to come in front of me.

She knelt in front of me, "yes Master"

My father looked on with horror, his own wife knelt like a slave in front of her own son.

"Pleasure me"

She reached up and took my cock out and slowly sucked and licked me, I watched as my father stood there in disbelief.

"I hear you no longer can satisfy my mother, so I have taken your place, you will sleep in my room and I will sleep with my mother, I will also fuck her and give her what she needs".

I told my mother to take his skirt off, she moved to him and undid the zipper, letting it fall to the floor I saw him standing there, black stockings and a thong on.

I motioned to her to remove the thong. He stood there, his small cock just peeking out, he was bout 2 inches.

"You call that little bit of skin a cock?, no wonder you never satisfy my mother."

He hung his head in shame.

I looked at him in disgust, "Follow me"

I led him to the spare room, still tied to the bed was Shirley , she was groaning on the bed.

"Master I need to pee bad can I please go to the toilet?" I passed mother the key and nodded to her.

Shirley gasped when she saw my father dressed as a woman, but her needs came first, she dashed to the toilet.

When she came back in I told her kneel on the floor. I motioned to my mother to kneel next to her. Turning to my father I watched as he took in the sight of both women kneeling in front of me.

"From now on you will also kneel before me, head down and hands behind your back, you will never be a man in this house again, you want to be a cissy then you will be treated as one, your name will be Samantha, and you will dress as a woman at all times in the house."

I saw a spark of defiance as he stood there, grabbing the paddle I pushed my father to the bed he landed face down, his ass standing out, I lashed him three times, the first one made him grunt with pain, the second harder, he groaned and pushed his cock into the bedclothes. The third brought a quiet gasp from him, I stood back and got him to stand up.

As he turned from the bed I noticed his 2 inches became three, he got off on the pain.

I pulled him in front of Shirley, his tiny erection waving about.

"I want you to suck until he cums, "

Shirley look at me with distaste, but she bent her head and suck his tiny cock in her mouth, her skilful mouth keeping him hard. I watched my fathers face, eyes closed, fighting to regain composure but his hips started to move.

"does Samantha like her new role in the family?" I asked.

Samantha said nothing, showing her disobedience

I pulled Shirley away leaving his tiny cock in free air.

"If Samantha can't or wont answer then they have to suffer until they know their place."

I went to the drawer and pulled out some rope and handcuffs, putting the handcuffs on the ankles I pressed down on Samantha's shoulders making her kneel. I tied the rope through the wrist cuffs and then down to the ankle cuffs this meant she could not move ..

I beckoned to my mother to kneel before me 

"I am going to show Samantha how she should behave, bend over the table."

Mother bent over the table knowing she was going to be fucked, her nipples tingled.

I pushed her legs wide open and then turned her so that Samantha would be able to see everything.

I lined my cock up to my mothers pussy, slowly I pushed forward, I felt the hot hole open as my shaft slid in, mother sighed, her pussy now gripping me I slowly pushed the full length in. I felt mother push against me, I reached around and caught her nipples with my hands, the firm nubs felt swollen, I pinched them harder, her hips increased there movements each time I squeezed.

"Yes master please twist my nipples I love that," she gasped.

I gripped her hips increasing each thrust to go harder and deeper, I looked at Samantha knelt on the floor, her eyes glued to my shaft as it slide in relentless , her tiny prick had swollen again her hips moved in a fucking motion, she knew she would never be a man again, would never fuck his wife again , somehow he felt ok with it.

He watched as his own son fucked his mother, he knew she would never let him near her again.

I watched Shirley fingering herself as she lay on the bed watching,

"Shirley go to Samantha and spread your legs and let her suck your pussy."

Shirley did as she was told, spreading her lips open she pushed Samantha's head forward, feeling the tongue move over her clit and then down to her pussy.

Samantha seemed to accept her role now, her tongue busy as Shirley held her head tight against her pussy wanting the tongue deeper.

I felt myself getting ready to cum again, I pulled out and stood beside Shirley and brought myself off, the sperm shot from my cock onto Shirley's belly each shot sprayed more until it rand down towards her pussy..

"Samantha, clean Shirley's belly off and don't miss a drop."

Samantha looked at me, and then down to the sperm, it was only a moment's hesitation, her head went down and her tongue came out, licking at the thick sperm rolling down the pussy she was sucking, I was surprised.

Samantha's head moved quickly sucking and licking the sperm up, making sure not to miss any of it.

I stood by Samantha's side.

"Now clean me."

I held my cock out and watched as she opened her mouth and took my cock in, I was surprised at the gentleness as her mouth sucked and licked my cock and them my balls clean.

I pulled away satisfied that I was clean.

I told the two women to go and get a shower and prepare a meal, I was hungry.

I stood looking at my father, knelt and tied before me.

"So Samantha how long have you been like this, wanting to be cissyfied?"

"My father, your grandfather, treated me as a girl when he found out I liked to play with dolls, he made me dress as a little girl when I was at home, I had to walk and talk like a girl, when I married your mother I told her all about it, she agreed to let me be a girl occasionally."

"Well from now on you will be dressed as a woman while you are in the house, you will help with the cleaning, you will go out and buy clothes and a wig, you will learn how to do your own make up, you will make yourself available for any sexual action that I decide , is that clear?"

I watched as Samantha's head dropped.

"Yes master."

I released the handcuffs and untied the rope.

"Go and shower and get dressed you are going out shopping for the things that you will need, you will take my mother who will advise you."

Samantha left the room and I went into the kitchen.

Shirley was stood over my mother telling what to do.

I grabbed Shirley by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom. Grabbing the paddle I gave her three hard slaps to her thighs.

"What do you think you were doing?, I am the only master in this house."

Shirley glared at me.

"Do you honestly think that I would be that easy to control, you may have convince your mother and father to accept you, but I am getting out of here right now."

The back of my hand flew across her mouth, she stumbled back.

Once again I reached for the cuffs, she struggled to get away, swearing and fighting me, but I soon had the cuffs on with her hands behind her back.

"You think you can keep me here? my husband will come for me".

I put a ball gag into her mouth roughly.

Dragging her to the front room I threw her to the sofa.

I went to the phone and dialled uncle Peter, her husband.

"Hi uncle Peter, I have some bad news for you, Aunty Shirley is here and she has told us she wants a trial separation, I don't know what it is all about, but she did tell mom something about you not treating her right, no I am sorry she said she will not speak to you, she needs to sort her life out, she wants you to pack a couple of cases of her clothes and I will pick them up later she will be staying here."

Shirley sat there dumbfounded, 

"I am sorry uncle Peter, she said if you try to come around she will go somewhere else, she needs at least a month, ok I will be round later to pick up the cases, bye uncle Peter."

I turned slowly and looked at Shirley, her mouth open, she could not believe what she had heard.

"If you try to leave or use the phone I will chain you to the bed, you will do as you are ordered at all times."

My mother and father came downstairs, he was dressed as a man to go shopping.

I told my mother she was to pick the clothes that he would wear, and to make sure that she got a wig and make-up. My father blushed, but he accepted that he had relinquished his post as head of the family.

As they left to shop I took Shirley into the bedroom, I undid the cuffs and got her to strip off all the clothes she had on.

She stood there defiantly, I put a handcuff on each wrist, leading her to the table in the middle of the room, I pushed her over the table, locking the handcuffs to each table leg, fetching some rope I tied her legs to the other legs of the table.

I stood back and looked at her sexy body draping the table, her ass firm still carried the bruises from the earlier spanking.

"So you think you are in charge, well we will see what happens over the next few days."

I reached for the vibrator from the drawer, turning it on I pushed the tip along the gash of her pussy, as soon as her hips started to move I pulled it away, I placed it against her tiny rosebud that was exposed, I saw her buttocks tighten as I increased the power, pushing gently against it the tip sank just into the entrance, she screamed against the ball gag.

"Do you see? you are powerless to stop me, I will control your body and your mind soon, you will obey me, I will make sure of that."

I put the vibrator away and reached for the paddle, I let it caress her buttocks, her cheeks tightened as it moved over them, I raised the paddle and brought it down hard, the ball gag doing it's job muffled her screams, six more strokes had her whimpering.

I removed the ball gag and held my cock against her mouth, she refused to open, I pinched her nose and she was forced to open it, I slide my cock inside.

"Make one move to bite it and you will be sorry."

I used her mouth like a pussy, thrusting in gently at first, holding her head still I went deeper, she retched as my cock hit the back of her throat, but I continued, each thrust making her gag, she screamed around my cock trying to get it out of her mouth, I kept thrusting feeling my sperm rising, with one last thrust I spewed my cum deep into her throat, then pulled out and sprayed her face and hair, soon she looked a mess, my cum dripping from her hair onto her face, I replaced the ball gag and put the blindfold on her, then leaving the room I shut the door. 

I showered then drove to uncle Peter's house, as I knocked on the door he answered and let me in.

"What on earth is this all about? she seemed ok yesterday."

"I have no idea uncle, I was just told to come here and get some clothes."

He pointed to the cases by the door.

"If she wants more let me know and I'll sort some out."

I said ok and left, putting the cases into the boot and then driving home.

I staggered into the house with the cases, leaving them in the front room.

I climbed the stairs and opened the spare room door, Shirley was just as I left her, the sperm had dried on her hair and face, she looked a right mess, I took the ball gag out.

"Get me out of this and I wont say anything, I promise." 

I reached underneath her and twisted a nipple.

"Remember only speak when you are told too, rule one."

She had me fooled once thinking that she had given in and then turned, I was taking no chances.

Walking into the bathroom I took out the KY jelly from the cupboard. I reached for the vibrator and covered it in the gel

Shirley had no idea what I was doing, but she soon found out. I placed the vibrator against her rosebud, she screamed out at me to stop, I tied the ball gag in place again and held her ass cheeks open, her rosebud was tiny, with one hand I held her open while the other held the vibrator.

Gently I pushed in it, she screamed against the gag but that did not deter ,me. Once the tip was in she quieted down , I just held it there letting her ass get used to it. After a minute I pushed a little harder and watched as her ass accepted more, her hips tried to evade it going in deeper.

Placing a little more pressure I let it sink in until just the base was visible.

I turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting, I watched as her cheeks gripped it trying to stop the vibrations deep inside her, I reached for the spare rope, making a sort of belt with the ropes I passed it between her thighs and back up to the front. 

Pulling the rope tighter I watched as the rope covered her anus, I pulled it to one side and slid the vibrator back into place, then I put the rope to cover the base of the vibrator holding it in place, I turned it on to halfway, making sure it would not slip I left the room.

I sat in the front room waiting for my mother and "Samantha" to return.

I did not have to wait long, the door opened and they walked in carrying several boxes and bags.

I told my mother to take Samantha to the bathroom, to make sure there was no hair left anywhere on her body, and to give her an enema to make sure she was clean everywhere.

I stood outside the spare room and listened to Shirley groaning , opening the door I saw her still tied and her hips simulating sex as the vibrator did it's work deep in her ass.

I walked over to her and slowly turned down the vibrations, pulling the ball gag away from her mouth , she gasped for breath, her face and hair covered in dry sperm I removed the blindfold.

"Please I need to cum so bad,I need you to cum in my pussy,please let me cum."

I took my cock out and put it to her lips.

"If you can make me hard enough then I will consider it."

Her mouth opened willingly I pushed in letting her hot mouth bring strength to my hardening cock, her lips formed a tight seal, she sucked me hard trying to get me excited enough to want to fuck her.

Grabbing the back of her head with my hands I fucked her mouth hard, force-feeding my cock deep into her throat.

I pulled out just as my cum started to shoot, letting it cover her face again, her eye sockets filled with cum, dripping onto the bedclothes.

"One day you will learn that it is not what you want but what I want that counts."

With that I put the ball gag back and turned the vibrator controls to full, her ass gripping the vibrator as it pulsed deep inside her.

I left the room closing the door behind me, it seems as if she is close to admitting defeat.

As I moved into the front room I saw my mother and "Samantha" walking into the room, Samantha had a brunette wig on, her body tied in a bathrobe.

I sat in my father's chair, as head of the family now it was mine. I motioned to my mother to take the dressing gown off.

Samantha's body was clear of all body hair, her tiny cock and balls shrivelled tightly to her body, mother told her to turn and spread her ass cheeks, she bent over without any delay and spread them.

Her ass was clear of hair, my mother had done well.

I told my mother to get the clothes ready and get her dressed.

Samantha stood there head bowed, as my mother took a bra out, fixing it to Samantha's chest, then came two artificial breasts which she pushed into the cups of the bra.

I noticed as the bra was being filled that Samantha tiny cock started to react, my mother had seen this also, she raised her hand and flicked the head of the tiny cock with her fingers, with a gasp Samantha's body jerked with the pain. Reaching for the next bag she brought out a panti girdle, I could see it had a strong panel across the gusset.

She handed it to Samantha and told her to put it on.

It was a tight fit, her tiny cock was squashed between her thighs making it impossible to see the out line. The stockings came next, I was surprised at the ease that Samantha put them on, then the skirt and blouse.

When she was fully dressed I got her to turn slowly, I was surprised how feminine she looked, I got up and told mother to put make up and false nails on her, and I left the room.




Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



As I opened the door I watched Shirley as she lay on the bed, she was very still, she had passed out. I turned the vibrator off and undid the ropes that held it in place, it dropped to the bed.

I watched as Shirley started to come around, seeing me there she bowed her head.

"I am sorry Master, for my foul mouth and disrespect to you, please forgive me."

I reached for the key to the handcuffs, slowly I took them off and told her to get into the bathroom.

She got off the bed and head bent walked passed me to the bathroom, I told her to take a shower and then come into the front room, any disrespect will see her back in handcuffs.

As I walked in I was surprised, Samantha had been made up and really looked like a true woman, the make up had taken the mannish features away .

Turning to my mother I told her she had done well, as a reward we would go shopping together and she could buy whatever she wanted.

Shirley came into the room naked, she had showered and I noticed she had shaved her pussy again. Kneeling at my feet head bent hands behind her back.

"I am going out and taking your sister and Samantha shopping, you will put yourself back into the hand cuffs on the bed until we come back, do you understand?"

"Yes master."

She rose and left the room, I put my shoes on and then went to check on Shirley.

She had done as she was told, both hands cuffed around the bed-frame.

"As I find out that you are doing what you are told , things will ease up and the handcuffs will come off." I left her there with the door shut.

Mother and Samantha were waiting for me, Samantha had her handbag and low heeled shoes on, I found it remarkable how woman like she was.

I walked out the door and they followed me, keeping 2 steps behind we walked to the shops, we browsed a few then I saw the toilet sign, turning to Samantha I told her to go to the toilet.

I stood and watched as she made straight for the ladies, after a while she came out and joined us. I was surprised with the way she acted, it seemed so normal for her.

Mother went into a Ann Summers shop and came out with three parcels, satisfied with the days shopping we made out way home.

I told Samantha to get some food ready and for mother to go try her new purchases on.

I went to Shirley and released her from the cuffs and told her to help in the kitchen.

I went into the bedroom and saw mother in her new bra and panties , the bra had holes cut in them for her nipples, the panties were crotchless.

I stood behind my mother and reached for her breasts, they were firm in the new bra, her nipples hard as they poked through, I turned her and sank to my knees, sucking the hard nipple into my mouth, my finger found the slit in the panties and soon I had two fingers deep inside her wet pussy.

I was turned on big time, calling Samantha into the bedroom I stood up and waited.

Samantha came in the bedroom and knelt at my feet.

"Yes master."

"I want you to take your new mistress panties off and suck her pussy until she cums hard."

Samantha rose up and walked to her new mistress, slowly she removed the panties, my mother lay down on the edge of the bed, her thighs wide open.

Samantha moved quickly to her new mistress, her tongue licked the inner thighs before plunging into her wet pussy, her tongue and lips working on bringing her new mistress to a climax.

I knew what Samantha needed, going into the spare room I got the paddle out, as she was on all fours pleasuring her mistress I pulled up her skirt exposing her girdle clad ass, she whimpered as the first stroke came down, but never stopped pleasing her mistress, I gave four more hard ones before her whole body shook as she came into her panties, her fingers plunged into her mistress's pussy bringing her off at the same time.

I made Samantha stand up and take off her skirt and blouse, I could see a stain in her panties where she had cum.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

"I an very sorry master, it will not happen again, please forgive me this time."

I looked at my mother, "What sort of punishment would you think suitable for her crime?"

"Master I bought something that I think would be perfect."

I smiled to myself.

"Well Samantha is yours to punish, she will obey everything you tell her."

Mother smiled.

"Thank you master."

Turning to Samantha she told her to take the girdle off and stand there.

Mother went out of the room and came back with a strap on harness and a large dildo attached.

"Bend over the bed."

Samantha did as she was told, Mother got the Vaseline and dipped the head of the dildo in, reaching for the paddle she gave three hard swats, leaving an imprint on each ass cheek.

Lining up the dildo to Samantha's rosebud she pushed her hips forward slowly, Samantha gasped as she felt the hard dildo eased its way in, the pain was beautiful, she stood there bent over as more and more of the dildo forced its way deep into her ass, she felt her mistress's hands on her hips pulling her deeper on to the dildo, somehow Samantha felt complete now, she was being fucked in her ass like a woman would be fucked in a pussy.

I stood watching as my mother fucked harder and harder, I noticed Samantha's little cock was hard, calling Shirley into the bedroom I told her to get down and take the tiny cock into her mouth and suck the cum out of it.

Shirley obeyed and took the tiny cock and sucked, the act of being fucked and sucked at the same time made Samantha's cum spurt into Shirley mouth, she sucked every drop up as Samantha's orgasm ripped through her body.

I needed relief, my cock was so hard watching the threesome in action, I pulled Shirley to the bed and plunged my cock deep into her pussy.

"Yes master please fuck me, let me feel your sperm shoot into my pussy."

Her legs went around my waist as I plunged deeper and harder, her breasts danced around as my thrusts got harder and harder, I now had three women who would please me and I came hard with that thought.

*

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Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



I had fucked Peter some fifteen years ago and now I had just fucked his son, also named Peter. Both had been doing building work for me, the elder when I was married and the younger now I was divorced. The father and I did it when I was living in a large rambling house in Chigwell, just outside London in Essex. With the son it was at was at my duplex apartment in London Docklands. With Peter senior, it had been adultery for both of us, but with the son we were free spirits as I was now divorced and he was not attached. The dad had been in his fifties when we had made love; the son was in his early twenties. Both had been excellent lovers.

*

Peter and his team had been working in my apartment for several weeks. We chatted a lot, just as I had all those years ago with his father. They were very alike; Peter the son even did the The Times crossword just as the other Peter had, although the younger completed it on his Kindle. As we got to know each other better, I had felt the atmosphere developing and changing, becoming more intense and intimate, heavier and suggestive. After we had made love, we talked and admitted that we had fancied each other for some time, but had been scared to make an advance. There had been several near things and false starts as we 'duelled' with each other wondering, hoping and fantasising.

The 'breakthrough' came about by accident. 

Peter senior was retiring and going to live in Italy. Peter junior was taking the business over and wanted to expand it. He needed capital. One evening after a couple of glasses of wine as he was leaving and we were standing facing each other by the door, I had completely innocently asked if he wanted a sleeping partner. Fortuitously he had taken it the wrong way or, maybe he had taken it the right way for he thought I was suggesting that I would be his partner to sleep with. Although I was not suggesting that with that phrase, I was craving to be that and quickly after saying that we were kissing.

He took me in his arms crushed my body against his and shoved his tongue into my mouth; he seemed inexperienced, but I did not care. I was inflamed with desire for him, my body was tingling all over and my mind was alive to the fact that I was going to have sex with a guy young enough to be my son.

He embraced and cuddled me with the vigour of a youth and the impatience of a man. However, that did not matter. The situation called for vigour and impatience. It was not the time where long, languid foreplay, slow undressing and subtle advances were required; they could come later. No, to get this done, demanded pace and action. Too much thinking and we could both 'come to our senses' and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.

So as he squirmed his lips against mine I ground mine back and as his tongue probed at my mouth I opened it and welcomed his inside me, just as I knew I would welcome other parts of him inside my body very soon. I did nothing to deter his hand firstly rubbing my bum in my tight, blue, thin wool business skirt and then squeezing the cheeks and pulling me harder against his rock-hard erection that was pressed against me from my clit to my navel. I revelled in his enthusiasm and eagerness to get at me, to touch, rub and caress me and to see me. I welcomed his hand on my full breast inside the crisp white, button up the front blouse. I enjoyed him squeezing it, perhaps a little too hard and I pressed my sensitive orb back against his palm. I gasped with pleasure and a little pain when he pinched my nipple through the material and did nothing whatsoever to deter him when he fumbled the buttons undone. My heart pounded with anticipation and desire as he pulled my skirt up at the back and stroked, rubbed, caressed and pinched my slightly oversized, highly sensitive bum cheeks. I opened my legs encouragingly as his fingers probed between them searching and wonderfully finding the lips of my pussy covered by the lace of the pale grey, with pink trimmings thong. He rubbed me there and I grunted.

"Ok Amanda?" He asked removing his lips from mine.

"Oh yes Peter" I gasped back stroking the back of his head and neck and pushing my lower body even more firmly against his cock that I was now dying to feel, see and hold.

We stood there kissing and kissing. He ruffled my shoulder-length, wavy, chestnut coloured hair that I paid fortune to get the 'just been dragged through a hedge backwards' look, or as my ex used to call it 'the just been fucked look' that is now so popular. He piled it on my head, caressed it, pulled it interestingly hard and then let it fall onto my shoulders. 

My blouse was now open all the way, my breasts had come out of the bra and my skirt was bunched around my waist. It was a gorgeously, wanton scene. It was then that I had said to him what I had said to his dad all those years ago.

"I think it might be time for us to go to bed don't you Peter?"

Although when working at home I often was in the nude or just in my underwear, it was an odd sensation walking through my apartment and up the open staircase with my blouse undone and my expensive skirt, worryingly crumpled round my waist.

"Oh Mandy you are gorgeous" he sighed stroking my bum as we went across the landing leading to my bedroom.

Once in there, we kissed again and he started to undress me, but I stopped him.

"No undress yourself Peter," I whispered as I removed my blouse and carefully rolled the Donna Karen skirt down my legs, off my feet and folded it over the back of a chair. Staring at the other enjoying each new revelation his shirt was quickly on the floor and he was undoing his belt and zip. My bra was soon off and on the floor as he groaned his pleasure at seeing my somewhat pendulous 36 DD breasts as I wished I had continued the diet that gets them down to a more manageable 35D. 

I had been worrying about this moment since I had started fantasising about having sex with him a few weeks ago. I was sure that a gorgeous looking, young, available and very tasty guy like him would have his pick of young, stick insect-thin women. I worried that the voluptuousness of my breasts, the slight, yet obvious, post baby bulge of my tummy and the rotundness of my body might put him off, so his delight when he saw them relieved me.

He was fiddling his jeans, which were round his ankles and his socks off so was standing there bent slightly forward in a pair of grey, CK modern Y fronts, unlike his father who wore old fashioned underpants. The bulge of his cock that the tight, material was restraining so that it pointed slightly sideways, well more at say, ten o'clock, looked lovely. He was clearly quite long and thick.

We stood there just in our panties and stared at each other for a moment or two.

"God I so want you Mandy," he whispered as both of us at the same time slid our hands into the waistbands.

"And I you, Peter," I croaked back as we slid our underwear off.

His erection sprung free into an upright position. That made me gulp and then sigh with desire; I could not remember wanting to hold a cock as much as I did his.

"You are lovely Peter," I said as we held each other and gloried in the flesh on flesh feelings and the reaction to the curves and protuberances of the other's body.

We lay on the bed, kissing and grinding our bodies together. His hands were all over me and mine after running down his broad, smooth back and over his pert bum had found, at last, what I had thought and had masturbated about so many times, his delicious, young, virile cock.

As I lovingly, almost reverently stroked it so his mouth found my breasts. Holding one breast, he sucked my nipples as his other hand went between my legs and his fingers found my wetness. They slid inside me making me grunt with pleasure.

"No Peter, not that."

"What?"

"I want this," I said squeezing his prick.

"Sorry," he said removing his fingers leaving a void in the sensations I was receiving from him.

"Fuck my condoms are in my car."

"Don't worry," I said leaning across the bed and fumbling in the bedside table drawer. I gave him a packet.

"Thanks," he smiled ripping the paper open, pulling out the johnny and slipping it on his awesomely swollen cock.

I rolled onto my back and he climbed on. We kissed and he squeezed my breast as he slithered down a little so that his cock was between my thighs that I opened a little. The end of it was nuzzled against the lips of my pussy.

"Ready," he whispered.

"Oh yes, very ready," I groaned, closing my eyes and kissing him as I received the fantastic sensations of his cock sliding up my wet and welcoming cunt.

It was a quick fuck. Perhaps no more than a couple of minutes, a dozen or so thrusts and then he was holding himself rigid as far up me as he could get it.

"Fuck it sorry, I'm cumming Mandy."

"Yes Peter cum for me. I am too," I groaned back as I felt his cock exploding into the rubber and my orgasm crashing over me.

I lay in his arms as the lovely traumas of my orgasm subsided. Like many men, he had slid out of me pretty quickly after cumming, but unlike some, he did not seem to want to get away from me. We cuddled and I squirmed up against him.

"Oh Mandy that was amazing, you're amazing" he whispered.

Looking up at him, my breasts squashed against his chest I smiled and said.

"You're pretty amazing yourself you know."

"Was it ok?" 

I ran my hand up his nicely, hairy chest, kissed him softly on the lips and said.

"It was a lot, lot better than ok Peter, it was great."

We lay there telling each other how wonderful we were until he said.

"I have been thinking about this for so long."

We then went on to tell each other how we had slowly become more and more attracted to each other and how we had been scared to make a move. Laughing I said.

"I had no idea you would fancy a mother figure like me Peter."

Cupping my breast, he replied.

"These are far from mother figure attributes and my mother doesn't do this to me," he smiled pushing his lower body against me.

"Fuck he's hard again," I said to myself loving the idea.

We had sex again this time lying on our sides and later, after I had ordered and had delivered a Chinese meal, with me on top.

Ah the wonder of young men was coming true, I smiled.

*

I did not see Peter for a few of days as I had to go to Madrid the day after that first sex, but I missed him. I could not believe it at first. It was not just the sex I was missing, but being with him, seeing his smile and hearing him talk. The day after I returned from Madrid I did not leave at my usual seven fifteen to get to work. I waited until he and his workmen arrived. I felt nervous and was worried that now he had screwed me that he might not want me anymore. 

It was a relief, therefore, that when he arrived he beamed me a big smile and told me how pleased he was to see me. 

As the men started work, he pulled me into what would soon be my study. We kissed.

"Not working today Mandy?"

"Yes I shall be off soon."

"What time will you be home?"

"Not early I am afraid I have a client meeting at four."

"Shame" he said meaningfully looking into my eyes as I mentally undressed him.

"You could do some overtime and stay for dinner."

"Thank you I would like that."

"I'll call you on your mobile when I am near."

"Fantastic."

He was lying on his back. We were both naked and he had fucked me twice within an hour. I wanted more. I slid my hand down and found his flaccid cock. 

"I want this," I whispered into his ear.

"Soon Mandy, give me half hour or so.

"No I want it now," I growled pretending to be angry as I slithered down his body my long hair tumbling onto his chest and then his stomach. I kissed and licked my way from his face to his waist. I licked his stomach and then lifted his cock that certainly had some life in it. I kissed feeling his hands ruffling my hair. I licked its length a couple of times and was pleased and relieved to feel it stirring. I scratched his balls with my fingernails, cupped them in my hand and then sucked one, then the other and then both into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked that little patch between them and his anus. He was suitably moaning, groaning, and writhing his hips a little.

"Oh yes Mandy that is fantastic" he said as he cock started to grow. 

"Kneel for me," I said positioning myself in front of him.

I took it in my mouth and sucked it until it reached its majestic fullness.

"Ok you can have it now," he said pulling on my shoulder.

I resisted and carried on licking and sucking him. He did not object.

Holding the base of his thick cock in my hand I slowly masturbated him as I slid my mouth up and down his gorgeous length. With my other hand, I caressed, stroked and rubbed his balls and thighs even edging my finger slightly inside the crease of his bum.

"Mandy I won't last that long," he groaned pulling and stroking my hair.

"Good," I managed to mutter between sucks of his delicious prick.

"What do you mean?"

"Guess" I muttered renewing my sucking efforts.

I could feel it hardening and him straining. I knew he was near and I was tempted to let him cum in my mouth, but as much as I liked him, I thought that I did not know him well enough for that. I slithered slightly under him so that I could still suck and rub him, but could look up at him. My bare tits were under his cock and my face, obviously, was level with it.

"Do you want to cum on me?" I asked him.

"Yes on your tits."

With just a tad more sucking and a few pumps of my hand, he was cumming. As it happened, he did not just cum on my tits, but splattered his sperm all over my face as well.

*

We had several more afternoon and evening sessions and even an overnight; it was wonderful dozing off in his arms only to woken by a hard, enquiring cock probing at me. God knows how many times we had sex or how many orgasms he gave me that night; I did not even try to count them.

I then had to go to the States for a series of budget meetings in New York and the annual management convention in Boca Rotan. I was away for two weeks and it was hell. I missed him every moment of those two weeks. I phoned him far more often than I should, but I just could not help myself. I even contemplated arranging for him to fly out, but even with the liberal management of the ad agency that would be pushing a little far. I knew that I was in danger of making a fool of myself, if I wasn't already, but Peter did not seem to mind and certainly did not object.



As well as phone calls, we started emailing. They went deeper, became more intimate and I suppose, not to put too fine a point on it, dirty. They also became more frank and open. We started expressing our feelings until the day before I was due to return a phrase in a mail from him made me feel as if my heart would explode.

'Please do not be mad at me Mands and I will understand if you think I am being stupid, but I think I am falling in love with you. Also forgive me for not telling you this face to face, but I simply am not brave enough. I will understand if you ignore this or want to finish with me.'

I mailed back.

'Of course I am not mad at you nor do I wish to ignore it and most importantly I do NOT want to finish it. We do, though need to talk face to face and urgently.'

Coming through the customs into terminal five at Heathrow, the first thing I saw was Peter. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. I dropped my carry-on luggage and forgetting the crowds of people around us I fell into his arms and we were kissing. We had done nothing like this in public before, in fact we had not been together in public.

"I have missed you so much Mandy," he said between deep, passionate kisses.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks. "And I have you too, Peter, so very, very much" I replied when I could get his tongue out of my mouth.

I felt his erection pressing against me.

"Sorry Mands, but I want you so much."

"Are the men working in the flat?"

"Yes, I am afraid they are."

I got my mobile and called the Sheraton.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I moved closer and whispered. "Getting a place for us to fuck. 

As I knew cabbies at Heathrow, hated short trips, I asked the Sheraton to send a car to collect us. We wandered through the terminal arm in arm with me being thankful that, inevitably, or I hoped, they were strangers all round us. Although I had been able to resist kissing and holding my young lover after I came through customs, I did not feel comfortable with such actions of affection in public with a guy young enough to be my son.

We nattered away as we waited for the car that took no longer than fifteen minutes. Within another fifteen or so, we were in the lobby of the hotel and I was registering. I was acutely aware of the stares and glances we got from mainly other guests, but also from some of the staff although I imagined they would be used to such pairings, but then maybe not.

It was hardly another fifteen minutes before we were in our sixth floor room, naked, with Peter on top of me, between my widely spread, legs wrapped round his back having fervid, energetic and making up for lost time, sex. This time, though, I recognised it was more than sex; we were making love and that recognition shook me. It shook me most when I thought that he is hardly any older than my daughter!

*

"I've never really done it," he said rather bashfully adding. "Sorry Mandy."

"Don't be silly" I said sitting up so that my tits sagged a bit, something I was now not so worried about, particularly as he then cupped one and lifted it to his mouth.

"Would you like to?"

"Of course, every man would."

"No they don't love," I said cradling his beautiful face to my breast, just as I had my daughter Sara's all those years ago.

"What do you mean how could any man not want to?"

"Some think it's not right and dirty."

"What pricks."

We laughed.

"So you would like to would you Peter?"

"Yes of course, may I?"

Smiling I said. "I thought you would never ask, be my guest."

"I'm not sure what to do," he said, slithering downward so his face rested on my bare tummy just inches from my dark, pubic hairs.

"Then I and nature will teach you," I said opening my legs and raising my knees.

I gently held his head and persuaded it down a little further so it was between my thighs, his mouth pointing at my pussy.

"Do you what you think is natural Peter," I whispered, my entire being tingling with anticipation.

His tongue ran softly along my lips that were nicely lubricated. He got the pressure just about right, but could have slid his tongue inside a little more. "Mmmmm that's lovely, keep doing that" I groaned still holding his head and running my fingers through his hair. He slid his tongue along that sensitive passageway a few more times doing it slowly and purposefully and, as it happens, just right.

"Push it in a little," I suggested.

He got that spot on too, his male nature took over, and he started to fuck me with his tongue.

"Use your fingers as well darling," I groaned feeling those lovely oral induced sensations welling up in my stomach and breasts.

He stroked my thighs, edged his fingers between my legs and then rubbed my stomach.

I was starting to cum.

"Hey slow down a bit, you'll put me over the top," I smiled urging his face away from me for a moment or two. "Let me rest a bit "I am getting on and can't take the pace," I smiled reaching out for him and pulling his leg. "Turn a bit so I can get to you."

"What do you want to get to?"

"What do you think" I smiled grabbing his rock hard cock that had cum less than half hour ago. I rubbed him adding with a lilt in my voice. "Do me a favour Peter?"

"Whatever your heart requires."

"It's not what my heart requires, it's something else."




Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



"So what do you want me to do Mandy?"

"Lick and suck my clit for me as at the same time you finger fuck me."

*

As he had been at making straightforward love, Peter was a quick learner at oral love. Unlike some men he made love to my pussy, he adored it, he revelled in it and he loved it almost as a person in its own right. Like all the great oral artists, he did not look on it as a part of a woman, like her tits for instance, but as a completely separate entity; one that needs special treatment and its own type of satisfaction. He treated every part of my body down there with his special attention and he used all of his available features, tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. He licked and kissed, sucked and nibbled, rubbed and probed and pushed and penetrated me with his tongue and fingers. He satisfied the demands of my lips, inside my pussy and of course, most wonderfully my clit. I just could not get enough of his attention to me down there.

A few days after The Sheraton, we were at his flat. He had a small place in Crouch Hill and area of London that was becoming trendy and popular. I met him there at a lunchtime when I popped out from Covent Garden by cab; my place was unavailable due to his men being there and he had been asking me to visit his home. It was neat and tidy and I liked it, but I was not there to assess the quality of his home.

"Just lie there darling" I murmured an hour or so after we had both cum hard and then had dozed off.

"What you going to do?"

"You'll see," I told him kneeling beside him clad in just the lacy top holdups I had worn specially for him; he loved them. "It's your next lesson" I went on smiling, but deeper down feeling very serious.

I was finding a quite different and additional attraction to the 'having a 'young buck' to the getting fucked quick and often syndrome.' That was teaching him. It was a massive kick to be helping a young man develop sexually and such a turn on to have him express his gratitude.

I knelt across his face.

"Oh my god Mands" he groaned clearly staring at my most private places that themselves were clearly looking him right in the eye. "I'm not hard yet" he went on as I leaned forward and took hold of his semi-erect dick.

"Don't worry baby," I whispered licking it and lowering myself slowly so that he could reach my pussy with his mouth.

He gripped my hips as I sucked his growing dick into my mouth. Neither of us lasted very long. I was quite quickly squirming my cunt against his mouth and he was almost as quickly straining his cock in my mouth. So far, he had not cum in my mouth and I did not think this was the right time as I felt he should be looking at me as he completely fucked my mouth. I had made the decision that I would let him cum in there and that I would swallow it, although I am not that keen on either, but after all he was my sexual protégé.

It was about this time we started to date. I had not for one moment, either before we had got it on or, after we had started our fling imagined we would 'go out' together. I think it was the afternoon in his flat that started it.

After I had initiated Peter into the pleasures and sometime sexual gymnastics of 'sixty nineing', he had said he would run me home. I had argued saying I would get a cab. After a brief verbal jousting he had agreed, but had insisted on walking me to the cab rank just a hundred yards or so down the main road.

"Let's have a drink" I guess had started it.

We sat in the busy pub and drank a couple of Guinesses. A few days later he rang and suggested dinner. I hesitated. I know that in many ways it was wrong, but I felt embarrassed at the idea of being seen with him. I hated the thought of what others would be imagining; cradle snatcher, old girl with her toy boy, must be gagging for it, how hard up must she be and simply disgusting. But I eventually agreed. I made sure that we avoided Docklands as I knew a lot of people who ate out there so the first time we went to a restaurant near his home. Subsequent 'dates' took us up the West End, into Knightsbridge, Shoreditch and other equally neutral places.

"Let's go clubbing," he suggested one evening, as I lay naked in his arms on my living room floor.

"Don't be daft."

"Why not?"

"It will look silly at my age."

"No it won't" he replied laughing and adding. "There's often old birds there."

"Now, now, that's just on grab a granny nights."

Despite my reservations, we went to a couple of clubs and although I was not totally comfortable it could have been worse. There were quite a few older people there, more men I have to admit than women.

*

It was not all sunshine though.

Obviously, the sex was the main attraction. Well it had been when we had started a couple of months ago, but the relationship between us had changed. When we started, Peter had a girl-friend. He had finished that. Although over the past couple of years I now and then slept with Richard, my ex; I had not let him touch me in the past six weeks or so. Also, I had not seen my 'fuckbuddy' or had any inclination to take up the offers of 'dinner' with the guys from the agencies and clients I visited in Europe and the States. It struck me after those two months when we had started as it were, dating, that we were both being faithful to each other. Was there a message or a meaning there, I asked myself quite often? Deep down I began to realise that there probably was, but I could not admit it to myself and certainly, I would not discuss it with Peter.

There were awkward moments though and these were summed up by such phrases as:

"I was only four when that was on tele."

"I wasn't born when that film came out."

"Yes I used to watch that with mum and dad."

"I don't really remember the Beatles, John Lennon was shot before I was born."

I took him on trips with me to Paris, Amsterdam and Rome when I knew I would not have dinner or evening engagements. We were then able to have our dates with no chance of being caught. I felt more relaxed then and in any case a woman with a guy young enough to be her son seemed to be much more acceptable in such places.

We stayed at the George Cinq in Paris and wandered hand in hand down the Champs Elysee.

"Where do you want to cum?" I asked him as I knelt in the middle of the huge bed later that evening.

"In your mouth, Mandy please let me."

Smiling I said. "Oh very French, how appropriate."

Taking his outrageously hard cock back into my mouth, I stroked and gently squeezed his balls. I looked up at him as if to say 'go on then.'

It had been such a long time since the last person to do that, Kevin, had cum in my mouth. It was nowhere near as uncomfortable as I remembered it, although the amount that Peter shot into my mouth did make me feel as if I would gag. His words, though, more than made up for that.

"Oh Mands, yes, that is amazing, yes, yes yes," he grunted fucking my mouth and filling it with his cum. Holding it in the back of my mouth, I sat up and looked at him. His eyes were on me as with an exaggerate gulp I swallowed most of it. Then, leaning forward I kissed him so that some of his cum oozed into his mouth.

He was certainly learning all the tricks for he returned the favour by taking his fingers from my pussy, covered in my cum juice and offering them to me to suck and lick.

Onto Rome where arms round each other, we walked down the Via Veneto and stayed at the Ritz. Thank god for such a ludicrously generous expense account.

Several times, we had indulged in some anal play. Nothing that extreme yet, just caresses on the cheek, fingers run through the crease and pressure, but no entry into the anus itself. I am not a great lover of anal penetration so, when he returned the pressure on my hole my response was not as enthusiastic as his, which had been him squirming against my finger and a muffled, due to his face being between my breasts. "Oh fucking hell."

It was around four in the afternoon. We had eaten lunch in a courtyard of a restaurant just a few hundred metres from the Ritz. We accompanied the delicious ravioli with a bottle of Frascati as we played footsie under the table and he looked down my front enjoying the fact that I had not bothered with underwear. Arms round each other's waist, with his hand confirming my lack of panties in the tight, silky skirt we ambled to the hotel. I felt relaxed, comfortable, and mellow from the wine. I also felt very horny indeed and the spectre of afternoon sex in a hotel simply added to that. As we walked through the lobby I saw the usual stares that an older woman with a younger guy always attracts, but that did not bother me; all I knew was that I wanted to be with Peter and that very soon I was going to have sex with him so 'fuck you' I thought.

"Kneel on the bed," I told him after we had undressed, kissed and caressed and stroked each other, in my case almost to a climax. "No not like that" I went on as he clambered onto it. "Just put your arms on the bed, your knees on the edge, and then lean forward so you rest your face on your hands." He did as I instructed muttering.

"Yes teacher" which was in response to a couple of conversations where we had discussed the attraction of older women to some younger guys.

Smiling I said. "That's perfect for this looks gorgeous" as I stroked his pert, firm bum. 

I knelt on the floor and eased his legs open a little more. I shuffled between them so that my face was close to him. I kissed one of his cheeks, ran my hand up his thigh, and cupped his balls that were dangling so invitingly just in front of my eyes.

"Oh Mandy," he groaned. "That's fantastic."

"Hang on babe, you 'aint seen nothing yet" I said I with a poor American accent as I ran my finer down his anal crease and across his hole. I paused and pressed him there.

"Fucking hell, what are you doing?" He groaned.

"This" I said as my tongue followed the route that my finger had just taken and stopping where that had. This time I pressed and let some saliva escape from my mouth. The tip slid in a little way.

"Nice?"

"Oh my god yes, it's fucking awesome, I think I'll become a gay" he was saying as I reached round him and gripped his cock in both my hands. 

His male, gay or otherwise who cares, instincts immediately took over and he started to fuck the surrogate cunt, or arse, that my hands were providing for him. It did not take long and with my tongue probing as far up his bum as I could get it and him vigorously fucking my hand, he shot an enormous amount of cum all over the silk sheet of the Ritz's large bed.

*

We had been 'seeing each other' for six months now. I had met a couple of his close friends who knew about 'us' and I had introduced him to my best and closest friend. 

We 'dated' more frequently now as I had got over, to some extent, my embarrassment at being seen with a guy young enough to be my son, which incidentally he was mistaken for a couple of times. The work on my home had finished so we had less easy opportunities to be alone. Thus, we would sneak into my place hoping we meet no neighbours, but more often go to Crouch End.

I was as crazy about him as he professed to be about me. I missed him when we were apart yearned for him the nights we did not have sex or sleep together and masturbated about him when we did not see each other. We had phone sex and when I was abroad, we cammed together jacking off so the other could see.

I knew that I was being silly, but I could not help it and often the saying 'no fool like and old fool' was in my head. To an extent, I abused my position at work by having him accompany on trips around the UK and abroad including a week in New York. I was also cutting it fine with the job. I started leaving the agency earlier than usual, going in later and taking longer lunch breaks when I would see him. I was aware that it was wrong, but I could not help myself, I was totally besotted by him. In addition, it was not just the fantastic sex, as amazing as that was. It was that, of course, but it was also the teaching, the initiating him into 'grown up' sophisticated sex and combining that with his awesome stamina and recovery powers. 

"No Kevin, stop" I said as my ex took me in his arms and went to kiss me as his hand cupped and squeezed my breast.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't."

"What do you mean can't, or do you mean won't?"

"Both."

"What you talking about Mands?" He asked slipping his hand inside my sweater and right onto my left boob. It did feel good, but it also felt wrong.

"I do not want to do this in anymore."

"Do what?"

"Have sex with you?"

"Why not?" He asked persisting with trying to kiss me and grope my breasts.

"Because Kevin I am in love."

Smiling and pulling away a little he said. "And I guess you do not mean with me."

That made me smile. I pulled my sweater down and moved away. "No Kevin it does not."

"What does it mean then?"

"It means" I started and then took a deep breath before adding. "I am getting married."



Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



"Cath, please don't stop. Please."

"Shhh" I mouthed as I kept up what I was doing. I slid my fingers almost all the way out of her before sliding them back in her as deep as I could get them. I reached out as far as I could with one hand to the nightstand table and slid the drawer open and grabbed a jar of Vaseline and brought it down on the bed. I slipped my hand out of her pussy but worked my tongue even harder as I opened the jar of the lube. I smeared a huge glob of it on one hand and then put it back up in line with her pussy. Once again I had my fingers folded in a tent style as I pushed them back into her. This time I had my thumb also folded in and I started a slow steady pressure on my hand. My tongue was gently caressing her clit all the time I was putting pressure on my hand.

"Cath, what are you doing?"

"Shhh, I am going to fist you Sally. Just be patient and you will feel more pleasure than you ever have before."

"Oh Cath, I have heard about doing this and I am afraid it will hurt me terribly."

"Shhh, lay back. I'll stop at once if you tell me it is causing you too much pain."

I don't know how long it took but suddenly her vagina opened further than it had been and my hand started to slide deep into her. First just up to the knuckles on the back of my hand then her pelvic dilated and my hand was in her up to my wrist. I could hear her gasp.

"Oh God Cath. That feels terrific."

I let my hand stay right where it was for a few minutes before moving it at all. I then began to pump it in and out of her to imitate a cock fucking her. She was moaning louder than ever and she was moving in perfect synchronization with the thrusting of my hand. I then let my fingers open wide and let them wander around lightly deep inside of her pussy. That did it. She screamed,

"Oh God, don't ever stop. Cath, I am going to explode." The juices were now pouring out of her as I closed my fingers together and lightly pumped my hand in and out as she was still going through the throes of her huge orgasm. She was breathing faster and deeper than ever before and I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting on my hand that was still buried deep inside of her. I let my hand come to rest and got my tongue working smoothly on her clit again. I had sort of forgotten about that once my hand had disappeared inside of her.

I told her, "Sally, I am going to remove my hand from you but I have to do it very slowly. If I just jerked it out of you it would cause a suction inside of your vagina that could do serious damage to you. So, honey, I want you to lie very still while I am removing it."

I had sat up alongside of her as I said that and I let my free hand gently massage her breasts as I was sliding my hand out of her very slowly. When it was finally all the way out she reached up and had her hands behind my neck pulling me down to her face. She pulled our mouths together and soon had her tongue buried deep inside of my mouth searching out mine as she held me close.

"Cath, that feeling is almost indescribable. I would never have thought an orgasm could be so intense. But Cath, right now I would love to be getting laid."

"I knew you would feel that way. Strangely it is one of the after effects of getting fisted. Let me get my big dildo and I can work it around in you."

She still had enough lube in her pussy she didn't require any more for my twelve-inch dildo. I had gotten the thing as a joke for a gal party but I would put it to use right here.

I slipped about half of it into her and she started to thrash around as if it were a real cock I kept it up until I had a solid ten inches buried and when I started to pump it she went nuts.

"Cath, I can't believe the pleasure you are giving me. I am going to explode again right now." 

Sure enough she was tossing her head from side to side and her hair was flailing away on each side of it. I leaned over her and planted a huge kiss on her waiting mouth and had my hand massaging her lovely firm breasts again. She was right...she exploded with more juices pouring out of her. As soon as she quieted down again she lay back on the bed and let her breathing get back to normal.

"Cath, do you want me to do to you what you did for me with my whole hand?"

"No Sally, I have had problems in my pelvic area for some time and I don't want to do anything that would aggravate them. But, you could use your mouth on me the way you did down at the beach." 

That was all it took. She was between my legs in a flash and had her long slim fingers searching out my clit. As soon as she found it and was massaging it with a couple of fingers the nub came out from under it's sheath and that was all it took. She dropped her mouth on it and had her tongue working it for all it was worth.

"Sally, lay on your back. I want to squat over you with my pussy down on your mouth." She lay back and I crawled up so I had one knee on either side of her neck and my pussy was positioned right over her mouth. I lowered myself so her waiting tongue was tickling my clit and that drove me a little crazy. I dropped my ass down and my pussy was then squishing her face. I threw my hips around a little and used one hand to spread the lips of my pussy so I had her face captured between the its lips. I had to be careful for I could actually smother her to death if I wasn't careful. She must have gotten a couple of her fingers covered with the lube I had used on her pussy when I was fisting her for she soon had those fingers playing with the ruby red lips of my asshole. The next thing I felt was those fingers being pushed slow but sure up into my ass and past my sphincter muscle. Damn, it hurt a little but it was turning me on big time. 

She had her other hand reaching up and was fondling my tits with it. Whew, this was fantastic. As I felt the pressure growing inside of me I was squishing my pussy around her mouth and the rest of her face and had reached down and was holding her face steady where it was. "Sally, you are fantastic. My juices are just pouring out of me." I had lifted myself off her face and was lying down beside her. She lay like that for just a minute or so and then slid down to put her face between my legs again. This time she had pushed me over on my stomach so her face wasn't going after my pussy but my ass. A minute later I could feel her tongue had penetrated an inch up my asshole and she had let a hand wander back under my hips so it could play with my throbbing clit. My clit was still throbbing after my earlier orgasm and with the attention she was now giving it again and her tongue up my ass I knew I would be having another blast in a very short while. She kept it up with her tongue and her fingers until I exploded again. Damn, two orgasms within twenty minutes of one another. 

"Sally, where have you been all of my adult life? You are something else."

"A guy did that to my ass a long time ago and I had never forgot it and am so pleased you enjoyed it."

"ENJOYED it. I thought the top of my head was going to come off me as my last orgasm started. Whew. It was wonderful."

She then reached over and just held me as I was coming down from my orgasmic high.

The rest of that night was pure heaven with us finally getting to sleep wrapped up in one another in a sixty-nine position. I was awakened any number of times with Sally lightly licking my clit for just a second or two and then going back to sleep immediately. 

When the sun shining through the bedroom windows awakened me I rolled over to find Sally just laying there looking up at me.

"Hi Sis, hope you slept well." She purred.

" I did especially when I had the feeling someone was licking my pussy."

She just laughed.

"Cath, I have to ask you something and I hope you will tell me the truth."

"Go ahead Sally, I promise."

"Well, did you ever have sex with our father?"

"To tell you the absolute truth I have to tell you no but we came close one time. You were on a sleepover at one of your girlfriends and Mom was visiting one of her friends who had been sick when I looked up to see Dad coming into my bedroom and he was naked."

"And what happened then?" Sally asked breathlessly. 

"Well, to tell the truth I was shocked and didn't know what to make of it. I was about twenty-one at the time and was home from college for the weekend and while I wasn't a virgin I didn't know what to do. He had a huge hard on and came over and sat on the edge of my bed."

"And then what?" 

"Slow down Sally, I'll tell you everything about it. Just be patient. He leaned over and picked up one of my hands and just held it for a few minutes and then put it over on his cock. I thought I would shit myself. He was my father and I was touching his hard cock."

"Did he touch you?"

"Not right away. He took his hand and moved my hand around so I was grasping his cock instead of just touching it. He then covered it with his hand and raised our hands up and down so I was jacking him off. His cock was huge; not any longer than Paul's but a lot thicker."

"Holy shit. Paul's is thicker than any I ever saw." Sally shrieked. 

"Well, I'll bet that Dad's was a lot thicker, my fingers couldn't reach completely around it." I answered her. He lifted his hand and whispered that I should just keep going with my hand, which I did. There was some juices starting to flow out of the tip of his cock and I wanted to see if that was going to be him coming. As soon as he removed his hand from mine he leaned over and rested it on my inner thigh. Damn, he was so gentle it felt great and I wasn't minding it a bit for I was anxious to find out how his huge cock would feel in me."

"You mean you would have fucked him?"

"You bet. I had never seen a cock that big before and haven't seen one that big since."

"Then what happened?"

"I started to trace all of the veins in his cock with my fingernails going from the head of it all the way down to his balls. While I was doing that he had slipped his hand under my panties and had spread my pussy with his fingers. He sure knew what he was doing because I could soon feel the heat start deep inside of me as I could feel the beginning of my orgasm. My fingers on his cock must have been doing the same thing for him for he was throwing his hips in the air and had his eyes closed and was moaning a lot." 

"Was he coming?" She asked breathlessly.

"Sally, will you please be patient?"

"I could feel his fingers penetrating my pussy and I started to jack him faster. All of a sudden he stopped and reached over and pulled my panties down and off of me. He reached under my top and let his hand caress my breasts and my nipples were harder than steel. He dropped his face to my chest and had his mouth only inches away form the lips of my pussy. He then let his mouth slip down and let his tongue explore until it found my clit and then he began working it until he had me climbing the walls. He then pulled back and rolled over and was kneeling between my legs with the head of his cock lined up right in front of my pussy. He pushed forward a little and I could feel that massive head begin to spread the lips of my pussy."

"Yes, go on." She had her hand buried in her crotch and was working her clit as fast as I have ever seen.

"Right then we heard the downstairs front door open and it was Mom who had returned home earlier than she said she was going to. Dad jumped up and dashed back to their bedroom just before Mom came up the stairs. Damn, it was close. If she had came home a few minutes later and he had already buried that beautiful cock deep inside of me I don't think we could have stopped and would have been caught."

"You mean, that's it. That's as far as it went?"

"Yep, we talked about it when we were alone another time and decided it wouldn't be worth tearing up the family if we ever got caught."

"Damn, what a let down. I thought you were going to tell me how great it felt to have a monster cock buried in you. I'll bet it would have spread you apart pretty wide. 

I looked over to see that she was working her fingers fast and furious over her clit as she was getting hotter by the minute hearing me talk about what had happened between our father and me.

She was going to explode and I decided to just lay there and watch her. We were still in the sixty-nine position we slept in and my face was only a few inches away from her hand. I could almost taste the juices I knew would soon be flowing out of her. Right then I felt her soft cheeks pushing against my crotch as she was separating my pussy lips to bury her face in me. It was a great sensation. I was watching her masturbate and she was going to eat me out while she did it. I let one hand gently caress her unbelievable breasts as she pushed her face deep inside of me and had her tongue working my clit. This woman is one hell of a lover.

It didn't take long before she was pushing her face even deeper and was making some sort of muffled scream as she was going over the top with her orgasm and didn't want to take her mouth away from my pussy to let herself yell out with pleasure. I reciprocated by pulling her fingers away from her pussy and putting my tongue to work giving her that much more to enjoy. I rolled over and had my pussy covering her face and at the same time squished it all over her face. It didn't take me long before my juices were pouring out of me and she was lapping them up. 

"Damn, Cath. You really got me hot with telling me about you and our Dad. If he and Mom hadn't passed away I would have been tempted to make a move on him myself."

"With his huge cock and as tender as he was with me I'm sure he would have been a terrific piece of ass." I replied. "I know he would have loved your firm breasts and tight pussy. Maybe we could have had a threesome."

"Let's get cleaned up and I'll drive you home. I have a ton of things to do today." 

"Awwww, aren't we going to have any more sex today Sis?" She asked using a young girl's voice.

"Maybe later but right now I have to get moving."

I ran my errands and then gave Sally a call.

"Hey Sis, I was just thinking of something that Mark joked about during a little vacation. He was making fun of the three of us girls having sex with each other and referred to us as the lezzie queens. I was thinking that maybe we ought to teach the young fellow a lesson or two."

"What did you have in mind Cath?"

"Meet me at my place in an hour and I'll show you."

Sally was there right on time and I had also given Mark a call inviting him over. He hesitated a little until I told him that Sally would also be joining us. That was all he needed to hear.

Sally and I had stripped nude waiting for him and she answered the door when he knocked. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw her there waiting for him.

I purred as seductively as I could manage, ""C'mon stud. What are you waiting for?"

That was all it took. He was dropping his clothes from the front door all the way into the bedroom and by the time he got there his cock was hard as a board.

I nodded to Sally and she dropped to her knees and started him off on one of her famous blowjobs. He was going a little crazy when I sort of pushed them over to the bed. Sally walked on her knees to get there and when they hit the edge of the mattress he fell back on it and she followed him without losing her mouth on his cock.

I had managed to get my dildo strap on fastened around my waist and put the five-inch anal plug into it. I smeared it with a huge gob of KY and then lay on the bed beside the two of them.

Seeing what was happening, Sally maneuvered Mark around so his ass was facing me. I used my fingers to play with his ass and he responded perfectly. My fingers were arousing him. Let's see how aroused he is when this dildo is rammed home. I put the head of it against his ass and gave one huge push. It went in him about three inches or so before he was trying to pull himself away from it but he couldn't move. Sally was in front of him with his cock held firmly between her teeth and I was pressing hard against his back. Another little push and I had the five incher buried.

"What the hell are you two doing to me?" He shouted.

"Hush Mark. The other day you were making fun out of the girls performing on each other we thought you might like to feel a cock in your ass the way guys do to each other."

"I'm not gay." He shrieked as I started to thrust the dildo in and out of him.

Sally removed her mouth from his cock and said, "Mark, take a peek. Your cock is still hard and in fact it is pulsing a little. The cock in your ass must be feeling good."

He never said a word but I noticed he was throwing his ass back at me as hard as I was driving the dildo into him. Sally reached over and slowly stroked his cock with her hand while this was going on. It didn't take long. His cock started to convulse with the head of it rising up three or four inches and then dropping back to where it was. He reached his hand over and pushed her hand out of the way and started to stroke it himself. A few minutes later he was shooting his load all over the bed in front of him.

"So you enjoyed it?" I asked.

He mumbled something I took to mean, "Yes"

He just lay on the bed without saying anything when Sally decided to razz him a little. 

"So big boy, you were making some snide remarks about Sue, Cath and I having some lesbian tendencies because we were giving each other some pleasure during the mini vacation at the shore. Should we now say that since you enjoyed having your ass fucked so much that you have some deep seated gay inclinations?"

He just stammered and stuttered without really saying anything.

I went over to him and lightly massaged his shoulders and said. "Mark, relax. There isn't anything wrong with the way you feel. Someday you might have a guy do your ass the way we just did and you shouldn't feel ashamed about it. I am going to get a little larger dildo and introduce your ass to that so you will be ready for that guy when he appears on your scene since the small one we used on you today is way too small."

He just reached his hand out and took mine and gave it a squeeze. 

"Cath, I love you."

"We love you too Mark."

The next day Sally and I went shopping in an adult store and found the perfect dildo. It was eight inches and of average thickness. It would fit into my dildo strap so it was perfect. I called Mark on my cell phone to tell him to meet us at my place in half an hour.

He was there waiting for us as we pulled up in the car with a huge smile on his face.

"Well, did you buy me something special." He asked.

Sally chimed in with, "Wait and see stud." 

I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom telling him to strip. I would be ready for him in a few minutes. Sally also stripped and was feeding him her tit as if he was a nursing baby and he was loving it.

The new eight-inch toy fit the strap-in perfectly and I told him to lie on his back. I wanted to do him that way. He did it sort of hesitantly and when he saw the thing sticking out in front of me he almost flipped out.

"There isn't any way you are going to put that thin up my ass so just forget it."

"Slow down Mark. I am only going to put it in as much as you can handle."

"Let me lube you up and we'll see how much you can take." I said, as I was smearing the KY on my fingers and then pushing them up his ass as far as I could reach. I had a gob on the dildo itself and then told him to spread his legs and put them up on my shoulders. 

The head of the new toy was much larger than any part of the anal one we used on him the previous day and his ass retreated from the it as I applied some pressure on it. But, it soon popped in an inch or so and he gasped.

"Hold it right there Cath. Let me get used to a little at a time."




Keep It In The Family Ch. 02



I waited a short while and reached down to stroke his still soft cock and then resumed the pressure on the dildo. It slid in a good ways when I heard his sharp intake of breath. 

"Cath, I'm not sure I can take any more. It feels as if I am being split wide open."

"We'll stop for a bit and let your sphincter muscle get used to the intruder. You only have a little more before you will have it all."

I stroked his cock and Sally had leaned across his chest to let her breast straddle his face. He didn't know which tit to kiss or suck first. While he was making up his mind I continued the pressure and had the dildo buried before he knew it.

"Geez, is it in me all the way?"

"It sure is and now I am going to fuck your ass. Keep stoking yourself and you are soon going to think you died and went to heaven."

I started my thrusting slow and easy and he was biting his lower lips as he was trying to get used to it. It didn't seem to take long before he was throwing his ass up to meet my thrusts and he was then jacking himself off as fast a she could. Sally's tits were slapping the sides of his face and she had reached down and was cupping his balls as the action continued.

"Oh shit, I am going to explode." He screamed.

A minute later he was shooting long streams of come high in the air. I had seen him shoot loads before but nothing like this. He was jacking himself off so hard I thought he might hurt himself and he finally slowed down and just lay there with the dildo still buried to the hilt.

I slipped it out of him and leaned down to give him a huge kiss. "Mark, you have just had your ass fucked by a cock about the size of most of the guys you will ever meet. You can do it and whether or not you want to consider yourself gay or just bisexual is your choice. But, as long as you still like to fuck and eat us I would have to say you are bi."

"Please, please don't tell my dad. I think it would bother him."

"Mum's the word but he might like to put his cock deep in your ass as well."

"You must be crazy. No one could possible take that thing of his up their ass." He almost shouted.

"I don't know about that Mark. If you would like to try him an inch at a time I am sure I could figure a way to have him try it out on you without getting too upset about it. If you were able to take all of his ten incher there wouldn't be any question you would be able to handle almost any dick in the world."

"I don't know. Let me think about it."

Things went along between all of us that way for a long time. Sally gave up her apartment and moved in with me but we still got together with Sue, Mark and Paul almost every week. Mark still hasn't found a male friend to have sex with so we gave his ass a fucking with the dildo about once a month. I found the perfect way to introduce Paul's giant to Mark's ass but the details of that will have to wait for another time.



Keep It In The Family Ch. 03



This story involves mother , father, sister sex, also pain and humiliation if this is not for you please search for another story.

If you like this please let me know and please do leave feedback, this is the only way we know if we are pleasing our readers.

This is a continuation of "keep it in the family part 2", please make sure you read this to allow the story to flow.

A son finds his mother is being dominated by her sister and his father is a cissy, he takes steps to change things.

All characters are over 18.

*

The next morning I had to go to work, I saw my boss and told him the virus had left me exhausted and run down,

He asked me if I would prefer to work at home, he could email me any work then I could relax once I had done without worrying about driving to and fro from work, I agreed and made my way back home.

I was not happy at the moment leaving Shirley alone in the house, I had allowed my father to go to work dressed in a suit, but he had women's underwear on as well.

My mother was at home watching Shirley.

As I drove home I saw uncle Peter pulling up out the house.

"Uncle Peter what are you doing here?, you know that if Shirley sees you she will move from here and you will never see her again."

"I have to know what is going on, I can't go on like this,"

"Ok uncle if you really must know, Shirley thinks you are a wimp, she admits she runs you down

and you let her control you, what she really wants is someone strong enough to control her, she is fed up with your missionary position sex all the time she wants to experiment and she says you are not man enough for her"

"But I give her everything she wants, money, clothes , holidays wherever she wants to go we go there, I admit I do let her take control, but that is to stop her moaning al the time, I have always wanted to try different things with her but she refuses me"

"So have you tried to just take what you want, be in control?"

"Oh I could never do that to her, I would be scared of losing her"

"Well it seems as if you have lost her already, what she needs is some-one to control her, some-one to dictate to her, and if she refuses to punish her, and it seems she knows you are not man enough for her."

"But what can I do? Every time I ask for something she refuses and starts to shout at me"

"Have you ever considered punishing her, telling her to do what you want, and every time she argues slapping her?"

"No never, I know she would just go back to her mothers"

"Ok give me five minutes and then come knocking on the door, but when you do I want you to ask her to come home and to give you sex, do you understand?"

"But I can't demand that I know she will leave me for good then"

"Uncle if you don't do what I ask you will lose her I promise"

He nodded his agreement and sighed, he hated confrontation with his wife.

I walked into the house, Shirley was still naked doing the hoovering.

"Get dressed you have a visitor in five minutes"

She looked at me, then saying, "Yes Master," went and got dressed.

I told her listen to what he had to say, they could use the front room.

The knock came and Shirley answerer it, surprised to see her husband there, she walked into the front room and he followed closing the door.

Suddenly I heard her shouting at him, swearing and cursing.

I opened the door and walked in, Shirley immediately fell to her knees, head bent hands behind her back.

"Why were you shouting at your husband?"

"Master he told me to go home with him and have sex, he knows he is a wimp and sex with him is no good"

Peter looked at his wife on her knees, "What the hell is going on here?"

I turned to him and said " Say nothing just stand there and watch"

I turned to Shirley.

"Go into the spare room and get ready"

Shirley looked at me, at first I thought she was going to refuse, but with head bent, hands behind her back she moved to the door and went out.

"What you are about to see may shock you, but if you want your marriage to survive, do and say nothing, just follow what I do and watch , Ok?"

He nodded and we walked out of the door.

As we walked into the spare room he gasped, there on the floor was his wife naked on her knees.

I looked at her, her face red, her own husband was seeing her for the first time being subservient.

Reaching for the paddle I walked to the table, Shirley knew what was coming, she stood up and bent over the table.

I raised my hand and gave her six hard slaps, her buttocks red where the paddle had landed, I stood back and Shirley turned and said. "Thank you master"

I pointed to the floor, she fell to her knees and assumed the position..

"You will now pleasure your husband"

Head bent she replied. "Yes Master"

She crawled in front of her husband, undoing his zip she brought his softened cock out, he went to stop her.

"Keep your hands down by your side, do not move to stop her"

Peter was shocked at the tone in my voice, he immediately dropped his hand and stood still.

"If you move again I will give you what Shirley has just received, do you under stand?"

Peter nodded his head, I knew he was soft and felt I could control him too.

"When I speak to you will answer Yes Master, do you understand?"

Peter looked shocked but answered , "Yes Master"

I looked at Shirley, "Continue"

Shirley once again took her husbands soft cock and put it into her mouth, her mouth and tongue between them brought his cock nice and hard, I was surprised it was about 7" long and nice and thick

Looking at Peter I told him to get undressed, he hesitated, he was not used to taking orders and was about to say something.

I reached for the handcuffs and put them on him.

"You are now going to see what happens if you fail to obey me"

"Shirley take his trousers and pants off"

Shirley rushed to obey, she knew I was not to be disobeyed.

Once they were off I pulled him to the table, I was surprised he had not tried to struggle, I got some rope and tied his handcuffs to the top of the table, them I got two pieces of rope from the drawer and did the same to his ankles.

I called my mother in, she came in naked.

"Get the riding crop out for me."

"Yes master."

"I want you to call Samantha at work and tell her to come home now and prepare herself"

Passing me the crop she left to make a phone call.

"She is on her way master."

I told Shirley and my mother to kneel so that Peter can see them.

"You see your wife and my mother both know their places in this house, they do what I tell them when I tell them, in this house I am the master,"

Walking in front of Peter I undressed myself, turning to Shirley I told her to pleasure me.

I stood so that Peter could watch his wife sucking me, she went on her knees and took my cock deep into her mouth,

The look of surprise as his wife sucked me showed on his face, she had never sucked him until today , all the time they had been married, she thought it was dirty, but here she was sucking me and enjoying it.

I heard the front door go and knew Samantha would soon be joining us.

I pushed Shirley away and told my mother to open her legs, then I told Shirley to clean her sisters pussy for her, Shirley bent and licked her pussy, letting her tongue go deep making sure that she was clean.

Peter felt himself getting hard as he watched his wife using her tongue on her sister, never had he known her to be like this.

Samantha walked into the room, dressed in her bra and panties with the fishnet tights on.

I told Samantha to get on her knees and suck Peter cock until it was hard, she scrambled to obey. Her mouth sucking gently until Peter's cock was rock hard, he loved the way that Samantha's mouth teased his cock.

then I told Samantha to get in front of Peter and to take off her panties, as she pulled them down Peter gasped as he saw the tiny cock.

"You see Peter, even my father does what he is told, in this house he is called Samantha and dresses the part also, so to put you in the picture, if they fail to do what I want when I tell them they get this."

With that I stopped talking and picked up the riding crop , I stood behind Peter and brought it down heavily, he jerked as the thin crop bit into his skin.

"After each stroke you will say Thank you Master."

Peter had gritted his teeth expecting the next blow. He failed to answer.

"For every time you disobey you get three more cuts, do you understand?"

The next stroke came before he could answer, cutting into his soft flesh, taking his breath away.

"Thank you Master," he managed to say

I smiled, and the next stroke came down.

Again he managed to say, "Thank you Master"

"You see what I mean, once a person knows their place in the household harmony returns,"

I told Samantha to stand at Peters head.

Peter saw the tiny penis.

"Peter take Samantha's clit into your mouth and suck it."

Peter looked shocked and retorted,"I am not into men"

The next stroke was harder and burst the thin skin just below his ass cheek, Peter felt the blood trickle down his leg.

He immediately opened his mouth and took the tiny penis in, sucking it as hard as he could, not wanting another stroke.

Peter felt so confused, his body ached but he kept up the sucking, somehow he felt strange, 

he wanted to fight back , but for some reason he had no willpower to do it, 

he had never been one for fighting, but he had no idea why he was feeling the need to be overpowered so strongly.

Peter sucked and licked, he knew it was a cock in his mouth and for some reason he was happy about it, suddenly Samantha's little clit spurted cum into his mouth, he swallowed by instinct letting the sticky fluid flow into his stomach.

I watched as Peter swallowed Samantha's cum, he did not try to spit it out, I reached over and undid the rope holding the handcuffs, as Peter stood up I saw his cock was really hard, his balls looked swollen.

"Well Peter did you enjoy your mouth rinse?"

Peter bent his head and replies blushing.

"Yes thank you Master"

I undid his ankles so he could move away from the table.

I motioned Samantha to kneel before him.

"Seeing that you received pleasure from Peter you should return the pleasure."

Samantha took Peter's hard cock into his mouth, he felt the strength in the hardness, letting his tongue swirl over the hard tip , letting it sink deep against her throat, oh she loved the feel of this hard cock as it forced it's way to the back of her throat, she wanted more of this.

I watched as Peter's hips went back and forth like a fucking motion.

"Samantha get over the table."

I called Shirley to get the KY jelly and smother her husbands cock with it.

Peter looked on, he knew what was coming, he wanted to fight it, he was not into anal sex.

I watched as Shirley covers the cock and then stood back.

"Put his cock into Samantha's pussy Shirley."

Once again Shirley did what she was told, the tip of his cock was lined up.

"Now peter it is time for you to get some pleasure, push it gently into Samantha's pussy let her get used to you and then fuck her hard like she needs."

Peter watched as I picked up the crop again, he realised I would cut him again if he refused.

Slowly he bucked his hips forward, he felt the muscles trying to stop him entering, he pushed a little harder and felt them give way,.

His cock head was gripped like it was in a vice, never had his cock felt so good, he pushed forward again, feeling his cock gain another inch or so deeper, rocking back and forth the KY jelly eased his way in.

Samantha felt her pussy being invaded, she loved the hard cock thrusting into her, she had only had a dildo in there but now she had a hard man's cock and she loved it.

I could see Peter was getting into it now, I released the handcuffs so he could get a grip, his hands flew to Samantha's hips and pulled her deep onto his cock the thrusts now were so strong that the table that Samantha was bent over moved until it wedged against a wall, I knew Peter was about to cum.

I tapped his ass with the crop, "don't cum inside her this time cum all over her back."

Peter knew he was ready and pulled out as ordered, holding his cock in his hand he stroked until the first ribbon of sperm flew from his cock, it was so strong it hit Samantha's head, the next few coated her back and the last few weaker spurts landed on her ass and flowed into her puckered rosebud.

Samantha's hips were still moving, I realised her clit was trapped on the table and the movements was bringing her off.

I led Peter to the bed, putting one hand in the cuffs and clipping the other to the bed, I told him to stay there and rest, I told the two women to clean up Samantha's back, both dived in licking and sucking the sperm up.

I told my mother to take Samantha and get her showered and changed,.

I told Peter to lay on his back and Shirley to clean his cock with a soap and water.

I stood and watched as Shirley cleaned the cock off, Peter's cock was getting hard again, I told Shirley to get on the bead and put her pussy over Peter's mouth.

I watched as she lowered herself, I told Peter to lick and suck her pussy until she came, Shirley had told me he never ever went down on her.

Shirley lowered herself until she was hard against his mouth, she gasped as she felt the tongue invade her pussy, she rubbed her pussy up and down letting his tongue touch her just where she needed it, her hips sped up as her orgasm started, just the thought of her husband tongue flicking her clit made her cum, her juices flowed over his face as he fought to clean them up.

I watched as they moved together, both wanting satisfaction.

"Shirley sit on his cock and slowly let him enter you, both of you are to move together, if either cums before I tell you, you will get the crop."

I watched as Shirley sat on his cock, her wet pussy made it glide into her, for Peter it was the first time they had sex that was not the missionary position, he loved to be able to see her pussy as it slid down his hard shaft, he watched her clit peeking out from its hood, as Shirley raised up he saw her lips clinging to his hard shaft and each time she came down he heard her gasp as the head hit against her womb.

I stood watching them, getting the key I undid the handcuff, both his hands went to her breasts and cupped them, then to her nipples, I watched as he gripped them and pulled, she cried out, then he twisted them and she screamed, "Yes , yes baby twisted and pull them, I love ittttttttt"

Peter looked at me, I motioned to him to slap her thighs, he raised his hand and brought it down hard, she grunted and he did it again, then he slapped her breasts, she cried out,"More baby I need more pain"

Suddenly Peter threw her off of him, he grabbed her ankles and pressed her knees to her breasts, in this position he aimed his cock again and thrust in deep, his hips flew back and forth punishing her body like never before, her legs flew open wanting him deeper and harder.

"Master I need to cum hard, please let me cum master." Peter gasped as he hips pounded his wife's pussy.

"You will not cum until your wife had cum,"

"Fuck me baby fuck me hard shoot your spunk deep inside me pleaseeeeeeeeee".

Peter gasped out not until you have cum that is master's orders."

Peter reach between his legs and gripped Shirley's clit, he squeezed and pulled at it and was rewarded with a gush of fluid down his cock as she came with the pain. His hips continued to assault her pussy, each thrust squirted more of her juices from her pussy and flowed out to the bedclothes.

"You may now cum Peter"

Peter, on hearing Master saying he could cum thrust harder and harder, his sperm ready to shoot like a rocket from his cock, suddenly he stopped mid stroke and thrust one more time hard and deep into her pussy, Shirley screamed as the red hot sperm invaded her, she felt each shot splash against her pussy walls. 

Peter fell to the side, the orgasm had taken all his strength away his wife reached over and pulled him close, her orgasm slowly diminishing, they held each other as they fought for breath, I smiled and left the room closing the door behind me.

My mother sat in the front room next to Samantha who had been dressed in her new underwear her face still glowing from the orgasm she had received from Peter. 

I called my mother to my bedroom, we both needed release, I laid her gently on the bed, kissing and caressing her, as I entered her I realised we were all doing what made us happy, my aunt and uncle were back together, Peter now knew what he had to do to control Shirley, Shirley also knew she had two masters now, and would obey both, my father would be used by us all and that made him feel wanted and felt happy as Samantha, and I had my mother, and she had found her niche as mother, lover and slave, I know we will all meet up weekly and our family would play as we get closer.

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