0 comments/ 333147 views/ 29 favorites Claire Ch. 1 By: Milkyway Chapter 1: Claire's Enlightenment A mother submits to forbidden passions... It was with a mixture of pride, happiness and sadness that I returned to our house from the airport. I was returning from Heathrow, having driven my beloved husband to catch his plane to Australia where he was going to spend more than four months working for his new company. The job offer had come out of the blue, but was simply too good to refuse, although it would entail him having to spend at least four months a year abroad for his first few years. We'd discussed it at length, and decided that the doubling of his salary, and the fact that he'd be department head would make the separation worth the sacrifice. I worked from home as a graphic designer and could increase my output whilst he was away, and would still have the kids for company. Tom was a rapidly growing 18 year old, and Laura had just turned 20 and was becoming more of a kid sister than a daughter, so I was certainly not going to be lonely. On the other hand, the longest we'd spent apart since our teenage wedding 22 years ago was the odd week, and we both had very high sex drives, something we'd managed to maintain over two decades by being adventurous and imaginative in our lovemaking. Now though, I was facing 4 months of enforced celibacy. 4 bloody months! There was no way I was going to take a lover; I loved Tony far too much for that. The only times I'd had sex with anyone other than Tony was when we'd had a couple of swinging experiences some years ago. It was fun and exciting, but on both occasions the other couple had begun to argue and suffer from jealousy of each other, and on the last occasion the guy had declared undying love for me in front of Tony and his own wife, and begged me to run away with him. Tony had just laughed, but we'd left immediately, and after that decided to give it up as a bad job. Besides, there was no substitute for the intimate knowledge Tony and I had of each other's likes and desires. The kids were out, Laura out at a party, and Tom round a friend's house when I got home. How was I going to spend a Friday night on my own? All I felt like doing was crashing out, so I went up to our bedroom, kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the bed, feeling very sorry for myself. As I stared up at the ceiling I felt something strange under the pillow; reaching underneath I pulled out an 8inch dildo! I just stared at it and started to giggle. A post-it note was attached: "Darling Claire, please use me as often as you like, and whilst I plunge into the depths of your body let me remind you of Tony's love plunging deep into your soul". I examined the dildo - it was certainly a different prospect than my Silver Finger, a small but effective 5" slim line. Although it was a thick and rigid 8 inches, it had a soft flesh-like texture, ribbed with a concertina type ring 2" from the bulbous head. I turned the control ring at the base and it began to vibrate with a fast buzz. Turning the ring another click I was amazed to see the head begin to thrust up and down, whilst it rotated slightly off-centre. I giggled again, but could feel myself starting to get moist. I lay there holding the dildo (which I'd already mentally christened Tony), and almost subconsciously reached down and slid my knickers down my legs, kicking them off whilst tugging my dress up to expose my midriff. Legs spreading, the dildo beginning a slow and lingering journey down my body, set to the first position, buzzing but not thrusting yet, stimulating my nipples through the dress and bra. Shoulder straps pulled down, bra unclipped, and my heavy D-cups free to receive the vibrating head of my new Tony. The rubber cock progressed over my stomach as with my left hand I pulled my left breast up to my reaching mouth to suck on the nipple, nibbling on it, using my teeth to hold it whilst my tongue lapped across it, just as my darling husband loved to do. The dildo was now buzzing over my clit, and around my cunt lips. My nipple fell from my mouth and I kneaded both breasts with my free hand as the dildo began to penetrate my cunt, just an inch or two at first. I managed to turn the control ring onto the second position, and the head began to move inside me. I was moaning now, and began to slide the cock deeper into myself, in and out, Oh God! This felt so good...plunging, vibrating, thrusting and rotating, I could feel it stretching the walls of my cunt, and now I was gone, all control abandoned as I thrust it in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, my free hand now rubbing frantically over my clit, the orgasm building. All the way in now, the feeling unbelievable, I'm coming, coming, Oh God, now...Now!...NOW!!! I lay still for several minutes. Wow! What a feeling - I couldn't remember when I'd last brought myself to an orgasm like that. I still felt incredibly horny, and had a strong desire to get really dirty. If the real Tony had been here, I'd have had an outlet for my lust, but I had to suppress it for now, and decided to get a shower before Tom got home. I switched the bedside lamp on as it was getting dark now and stripped off, pulling on my silk kimono. As I went into the bathroom I suddenly realised that the dildo was still on my bed, in full view of anyone walking past, and Tom could be back soon. I went back in and was about to put it back under the pillow when I realised it was still covered with my drying juices. I don't know what made me put it in my mouth, but before I knew what I was doing, I was sucking and licking my own cunt juice from it's rippled surface. Once I'd given it some good head for a few minutes I put it in a drawer and went to leave the room. Then I noticed something on the bedroom door. A glistening gob of something was on the door at waist height. I scooped it up with my finger, and examined it in the dim light coming from the bedroom. It looked like... no, it couldn't be... I sniffed at it, and it was absolutely, definitely spunk! I couldn't believe it; how the hell could someone's cum be on my bedroom door? It was fresh, still warm. I don't often swear, even to myself, but the only thought in my head was "What the fuck is going on?". I felt a chill of fear flow through me; was there an intruder in the house? Or could it be Tony come back for some reason? No, I'd watched his plane take off. So it was either an intruder, or... Tom! "Tom! Are you home?" I yelled, panic beginning to build "Yes, I'm in the kitchen, just making a cup of tea. D'you want one, Mum?" "Er, no thanks honey, I'm just going for a shower" Oh my God, oh my God, what the hell have I done? The facts were undeniable; my own son had masturbated at my door, watching me fuck myself with a dildo, and now I was stood with a gob of his cum on my finger. I dived into the bathroom and locked the door, turning the shower on and diving in before it was even hot. I just stood there letting the water stream over my head and body, washing Tom's spunk from my finger, whilst conflicting emotions clashed violently in my head. My guts were being twisted up, I could feel my face flushing, and my fingers were trembling. I felt angry, guilty, ashamed and acutely embarrassed all at the same time. How the hell could I look my boy in the eye again? And how dare he have invaded my privacy like that? But on the other hand, what had I been thinking of, leaving the door open and getting so carried away with my own selfish, lustful needs that I never considered the possibility that he may have come home early. I ran the soap over my body without thinking, but had to concentrate to wash my hair. I'm very proud of my hair, long straight light brown hair, which reaches most of the way down my back. Tony loves me to wrap my tresses around his cock and wank him off whilst sucking on the head of his cock. It could make a mess if I failed to catch all of his come in my mouth, but it was worth it to see the pleasure it gave him. I knew I was merely postponing the inevitable confrontation with Tom, but had calmed down enough to realise that I could probably get away with it so long as he never found out that I knew he'd been watching. I would have to put a decent act on, but felt pretty confident that I could get away with it. And I was slowly beginning to feel a slight thrill of pleasure that a 18 year old lad would find the sight of his 39 year old mother fucking herself a turn-on. I knew I looked good, having kept myself fit, but never thought that a teenager would find me sexually attractive, and whilst Tom was a confident lad who'd had his share of girlfriends, I still thought of him as my little boy, toddling around in nappies. I was quite disturbed by the fact that the experience had incestuous overtones, but I could justify not fretting too much over it as I hadn't realised he was there, and he's only a young man who's just starting to develop in his sexual awareness. No doubt the memory will fuel a few wanking sessions for Tom in the future, and I must confess that the thought made me feel just a wee bit horny again. 'What are you thinking, you hussy?!?' I berated myself, and with a chuckle stepped out of the shower and began drying myself. A thought made me look in the laundry basket, and there was one of Tom's t-shirts on top of the pile. Picking it up I shook it out and there it was; a massive stain of still wet cum. I was amazed - it looked like a pint had been spilled on it! "Fancy a cuppa now, mum?" Tom called from downstairs "You can mix me a vodka and orange if you like" "Can I have one too?" Hmm, cheeky little sod, although 'little' was hardly the way to describe my son; 5'10" and filling out nicely. He played rugby for his school and was hoping to make the county team this season. "Just a small one then, but don't think you can make a habit of it" "Ok" I put the kimono on and went back into the bedroom to dry my hair. I was sat on the corner of the bed looking in the mirror on the dresser and was nearly done with the hairdryer when Tom walked in with the drinks. I was a bit taken aback as I'd presumed he would wait for me to come downstairs, and once again I found myself blushing furiously and was grateful for the dim light. Tom put the drinks down on the dresser and came and sat beside me, saying nothing at first. I switched off the dryer and looked at him. He looked amazingly natural, sat there in shorts and a (fresh) T-shirt, and I began to wonder if I'd imagined the cum on the door. But then I remembered the T-shirt and knew it had happened. This was a tricky situation but I mustn't let him know I knew what had happened, so I made an effort to be myself. "Mum, can I brush your hair for you?" And I was all a-flutter again. What the hell was he playing at? He hadn't asked to do that for years, but it was a family joke that Tom had been fascinated by my hair when he was younger. Laura had teased him about it for ages, and he'd eventually stopped wanting to brush my hair. I used to like him doing it, as it became a bonding kind of activity for Tom and I, but now I wasn't at all sure that it would be a good idea. "Laura lets me brush her hair sometimes" Now that was a surprise. "Oh, so you prefer your sister to your mother these days? I can see I'm just too old for you now!" Immediately I knew I'd said the wrong thing; that would only encourage him, but I hadn't meant to flirt, I was just trying to buy some time to think of a way to refuse without hurting his feelings. "Not at all, mum, but I thought you might think it a bit weird if I asked now I'm older" "Oh, go on then" What was I saying? I wondered if Tom suspected I knew that he'd been watching me earlier, and thought I'd better not reinforce that suspicion by refusing what was bound to be a harmless request. I reached for my drink and handing Tom the hairbrush I sat back on the bed corner. He stood up on the bed and then sat down behind me, legs either side of me. This was quite intimate, but I could handle it. So why had I just taken a large swig of the drink Tom had brought me? Bloody hell, it was strong! "Are you trying to get me drunk!" Wrong thing again! "Don't be daft mum, you could drink a 20 stone Yorkshireman under the table" "What are you trying to imply young man?" I asked in mock anger "Oh be quiet, drink your drink and let me concentrate" He began to brush my hair, and I have to admit it felt good. He ran the brush from my temple across the top of my head and down my back, smoothing out the slight tangles, brushing with one hand and stroking behind the brush with the other hand. This was almost a head massage, and it felt gorgeous. I murmured my appreciation, but immediately I did the alarm bells began going off as Tom shuffled forward until his crotch was against my buttocks and his chest was against my back. "How are you going to brush my hair when you're so close?" He didn't answer; he just ran his free hand across the nape of my neck and swept my hair over my left shoulder so it all fell down across my left breast. Reaching around my opposite shoulder with his right arm he continued to brush my hair from my shoulder downwards. The brush ran across my upper breast and over my nipple, almost making me gasp. This was stupid - what was he doing? And now his other hand followed down, smoothing my hair, gently pulling on it with the pressure, something that always turned me on. And down came the free hand as the brush moved up for the next sweep. Tom's hand was on my breast and I knew he'd be able to feel my nipple hardening, but he showed no sign of it as he continued down until he ran out of hair. The brush was back at my breast again, the free hand coming back up and it started again. I could feel his breath on my right ear and on the exposed side of my neck, and looking up at the mirror I was shocked to see the look of pure lust on his face. And on mine! Oh God, what was happening? Tony had only been gone a matter of hours and I was being caressed by my own son. This time the free hand lingered on my left breast and there was a definite pressure being applied to my nipple before he slid it on down. But this time it didn't stop at the end of my hair. He carried on down until his hand rested on the top of my thigh, but the brush was coming down again, and it was pulling my hair to a more central position, between my breasts. With his left hand resting on the top of my thigh he dropped the brush on the floor and used his right hand to stroke my hair down the centre of my chest again, but this time his fingers got beneath the opening in the kimono and taking my hair with it pushed it across to the left, exposing my left breast completely. I was still holding the drink, half full now, and could think of nothing to do other than drain it and drop the glass onto the carpet. I reached up to remove Tom's hand from my breast, not feeling strong enough to speak, but all I ended up doing was holding it there, hard against my breast, as he pinched and pulled at my nipple. This was incredible; he was doing it just the way Tony did, and I loved it. I felt robbed of the power of speech, or even the ability to take a decision, so I just let him do it. The thought kept running through my head that unless I did something soon this was going to end up in full incest - I was going to let my son fuck me! But even the panic that this thought set off couldn't give me the determination to stop Tom, and now his left hand was undoing the kimono, pulling it open before moving back down to smooth the skin at the top of my thigh, then burrowing down and encouraging my legs to part. He was kissing and tonguing my neck and ear, and without any conscious decision on my part my legs fell apart. The persistent fingers began to work their way into my crotch, and then I felt a finger run across my cunt lips before entering me and working around inside me. "You're wet for me mum, you want me to fuck you don't you?" All I could do was moan as Tom slid out from behind me and laid me down on the bed, my legs over the edge and my feet on the floor. His head disappeared between my legs, and the next thing I felt was his tongue running over my cunt lips and lapping at my clit. He sucked on it as he slid three fingers all the way into my cunt, wiggling them inside me - Fucking hell! This was just like Tony did me - how could sexual technique be passed down genetically? His other hand was under my buttocks, lifting me as he licked at my clit, heating me up, making me moan and whimper, and then he completed the conquest as the hand underneath me was pulled free and two fingers slid into my arsehole. Both hands working now, fucking me with his fingers in my cunt and my arse as his tongue and lips sucked, lapped and kissed my clit. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come... Oh Tom, I'M COMING!" I almost screamed as it hit me, crushing his head between my thighs as the feeling washed over me. I could feel something else building inside me too - guilt and shame. What the fuck had I done? I'd just been brought to an orgasm by my own son! How the hell had this happened? But I had no time to take control of the situation, as Tom was sliding up my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, and then kissing me. I could taste my cunt juice on his lips and tongue. We lashed tongues as we kissed frantically. I thought with a curious detachment that I couldn't stop now, just because I'd got off. It just wouldn't be fair on Tom and whatever damage had been done could hardly be made worse if it carried on a bit. But I was determined not to let him fuck me; I'd suck his cock and let him come in my mouth, which should be enough to satisfy him for now, and then later on, when we'd both calmed down, we could discuss the situation and I was sure he'd agree with me that it couldn't go on. I pushed Tom onto his back and kissed my way down his naked body, realising that he'd somehow discarded his shorts and t-shirt. I reached down with my hand to grasp his cock, and then came another shock; it was bloody huge! Tony's got a lovely thick 6 incher which I've never felt was anything other than gorgeous, but Tom was sporting at least 2 inches more and it felt thicker than anything I'd ever seen, at least in the flesh. The top of his cock was soaked in pre-cum, and I dipped my head to lick it off, before sliding my mouth completely over the head. As I sucked on Tom's cock I swirled my tongue around it and he began to gently pump in and out of my mouth. "Use your hair mum, wrap your lovely hair around my cock and pump it" This was totally surreal. He had done everything I loved Tony to do, and now he was asking for one of the special things that Tony liked me to do to him. I felt a bit strange about it, but then it had been a strange evening - I mean, it's not every day you give your son a blowjob! Dutifully, I wrapped a long length of my hair around his shaft and started to slowly wank him off whilst still sucking away. I was so horny now, all I wanted was a good fucking, but was still adamant that I would resist and could always do the business to myself with the dildo later. "On your back" Tom demanded I lay back as he straddled my chest and put his cock between my ample breasts. I knew what he wanted as I pushed my breasts together to squeeze his cock, and as he pumped in and out I was able to reach down and take the tip of his cock in my mouth on his upstrokes. He began to pant and grunt as his strokes got faster, then he reached behind my head, grabbed a fistful of hair and pulling my head toward him thrust his cock deep into my throat. I pumped his shaft with one hand and squeezed his heavy balls with my other, as he began to fuck my mouth faster and faster. With a load groan his cock twitched and he was filling my mouth with his hot cream. I gulped and swallowed, but the load was so much that some spilled over my lips. Tom continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth as it began to soften, then with a moan he collapsed onto the bed beside me and pulled me toward him. I wondered how much of Tony's sexual desires had been passed down to him, and decided to find out as I kissed him full on the mouth, parting his lips with my tongue before forcing the small amount of spunk I'd not swallowed into his open mouth. Claire Ch. 1 Bless him, he swallowed his medicine like a good boy, and the comparison with Tony took another strange step. Not only did Tom swallow what I'd given him, but he dipped his head and licked the spillage from my chin and throat, before continuing down to my breasts where he began an urgent sucking on my nipple. I couldn't believe this - he wanted more! His left hand had reappeared between my legs, and his fingers were working at my soaking cunt, parting my lips and teasing my clit. "Tom, no! We've got to stop this. It was lovely, but it's wrong" "Shut up mum! You want this, I want this, and it's going to happen" I began to feel scared, and tried to push his head away, but he just bit down on my nipple, making me gasp with pain. "No, please Tom. Don't do this, not to me..." He ignored me, and started to climb aboard. Using his left knee to part my legs he held my arms down to the bed above my head, glaring at me with lust in his eyes. I tried as hard as I could to dislodge him, struggling to free my arms and trying to squeeze my legs together to prevent his access to my groin, but Christ, he's strong. I looked down and with horror saw that his cock was already hard and straining again. He'd already had two orgasms in the past couple of hours, but he was ready to go again. His stamina was amazing, but I was damned if I'd give up without a fight. "I'll give you a better fucking than you'll ever get from a dildo" So it was out in the open. He was forcing his waist down on me, his cock straining for my cunt, and he was winning. My legs sprang apart as I could no longer keep up the effort of trying to force him out, and the head of his cock immediately penetrated the entrance to my cunt. I gasped with shock, which Tom seemed to interpret as encouragement, and he thrust his meat into me with gusto. Oh God, this was heaven! My son's cock was splitting me in half, and sensing my total surrender he let go of my arms, as he began to pump in and out of me. Forcing himself as deep as he could Tom ground his abdomen against me, the pressure making my clit nearly explode with the pleasure of it. His thick meaty cock slipping easily into my soaking tunnel, inside my body, forcing the walls of my cunt apart as he plunged into me. Then he stopped. Just stopped dead still, with just the head of his cock inside me. "Please..." I whimpered, as he removed his cock completely, just letting the head rest against my cunt lips. I tried to thrust my hips up toward him, but the bastard laughed and moved away. "What?" he asked, an innocent look on his face, flushed with his lust and effort "what do you want, mum?" "Oh Christ, you bastard! Give me your cock, fuck me Tom!" I could no longer help myself and was lost in a sea of lust. Forbidden, taboo, incest; all words flying around in my head, but I couldn't care less at this moment in time, I just needed him to fuck me. "Ok" was all he said, but he drove back into me, soliciting a scream of delight from his rampant mother. He pounded away for ages, alternately thrusting before burying himself deep in me and grinding against my clit. Then he pulled out, and before I could protest Tom had rolled me onto my right side, and lifting my left leg onto his right shoulder he kneeled low down, knees far apart and plunged into me again whilst using his left hand to rub my clit. This was heaven! He got so deep into me, it was an amazing feeling. Deeper and deeper, pounding my cunt, Tom's rock hard cock was sending me to heaven when he pulled out again. I groaned a protest as he turned me onto my belly and grabbing my hips hoisted my arse up into the air. I was on my knees, head pressed into the pillow which muffled my begging as I pleaded with him to put his cock into me again. The next thing I felt was his tongue licking around my anus. Another Tony trick this one. It was what he did to prepare me for anal sex, which we occasionally indulged in. "No Tom! I want you in my cunt, please fuck my cunt again" "If you don't shut up mother dear, I'm won't do anything at all. Do you want my cock in your cunt again?" "YES!" I screamed "Then take what's coming to you, and if you're a good girl I'll fill your cunt again soon" and with that, he returned to his licking. Before long I could feel his tongue pressing against my arsehole, and reaching back I stretched my arse cheeks wide to give him easier access. Using his tongue as a cock, he pushed it into my anus, probing and circling my passage. I felt so fucking horny I would have done anything he asked, and I knew what was coming as I felt him let a mouthful of saliva run onto my opening. Kneeling up he moved up the side of my body and roughly grabbing a fistful of my hair again rammed his cock into my mouth. "Make it good and wet mum" he ordered, and I obliged willingly Returning to my rear, I felt the tip of his cock against my arsehole, and bracing myself for the pain I knew would come I tried to relax as he pushed it inward. There was a moment of agony, then he was in and sliding deep into my guts. It made me feel so wanton and fucking horny, I screamed but more in delight than in pain. He was slowly sliding in and out of my arse, his cock stretching me wide open. "Fucking hell mum, you're the best, you're so horny, so fucking sexy. I can see my cock sliding in and out of your arse" "Oh yes honey, fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Go on baby, my baby Tom, make me come again!" His strokes came faster and faster, and I heard his panting and groaning growing louder as he built up to his climax. He pulled out of me again, roughly rolled me onto my back and straddled my chest again. No, surely he wasn't going to make me suck his cock after it had been up my arse! But that was exactly what he was doing, and I didn't make any protest. I opened my mouth wide for his lovely cock, reaching down to frig myself as he fucked my mouth once again. He was gripping his shaft and wanking hard with one hand as he held my head against him with the other, deep in my throat. I could tell he was really close to coming when he pulled out of my mouth, "Keep your mouth open and stick out your tongue, I want to see this" I did as he ordered, and actually saw his slit open to discharge the first load of spunk into my mouth. Again I was amazed at how much he could produce, but this time I managed to keep up with him and swallowed it all down. Tom gave me little chance to savour the salty taste of his cum before his cock was in my mouth again. This was new; Tony had never got me to suck him after anal sex, but I guess Tom had other ideas. I was still baffled as to how he was so alike in sexual preferences to his father, but pushed that question to the back of my mind as I sucked and licked at his cock. Even soft it still filled my mouth. He pulled it out and again slid down to lay beside me and kiss me. He gently pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it like it was a cock. Tom then pulled my toward him and I lay my head down onto his chest. He stroked my head, smoothing my hair across his chest, and then gently massaging my scalp. I love head massages, and knew that Tony found doing it quite erotic. So did Tom judging by the way his cock was starting to twitch. This lad is insatiable! I forced myself to lift my head and move to lie beside him, each of us with our heads on the pillow facing each other. "That was beautiful mum" he whispered "Yes it was, darling" I answered "but it was so wrong. I can't believe I let you do that" "I'm sorry I spied on you earlier. I didn't mean to but as soon as I got back I could hear you, and I wondered whether Dad hadn't gone after all. You looked so sexy there, using that dildo. But you preferred my cock, didn't you?" "Oh of course I did Tom, but for Christ's sake, I'm your mother! This is bloody incest" "So? Dad's away for 4 months, maybe more. You can't go that long without sex, and better you get it from me than from some tosser you meet downtown" "Tom!" I was angry now "I'd never do that to your father!" "No? You just did" He had a point there, but I was too confused to argue. More to change the subject than anything else, I asked the question that had been bothering me "Tom, you did everything to me that your Dad does, and you asked me to do all the things that he loves me to do. Was that a coincidence?" Tom just smiled at me with what I can only describe as a knowing look. I was even more intrigued now "Don't just lie there grinning at me like an idiot! Is there something I don't know?" I couldn't believe that Tony would have talked to Tom about our sex life. No, he never would have done that, so was Tom just being cocky? Pretending he knew stuff when really it had just been a fluke? But I couldn't get over just how precisely he had mirrored Tony's sexual preferences. "Why don't you ask Laura?" Tom asked with a grin. "What the hell has Laura got to do with it?" I was getting pissed off again. What could my daughter have to do with any of this? "If you're nice to me again, I might tell you" Tom was getting far too cocky for my liking. Ok, so he'd just fucked his mother, penetrated her cunt and her arse, come in her mouth twice and sent her to heaven, but there were limits to what a boy could get away with! As these thoughts ran through my head, I realised the hypocrisy of them. How could I criticise Tom after what I'd just done. The enormity of my recent behaviour hit me like a ton of bricks; my relationship with my son had just changed forever. Never again would he be my innocent little boy, never again would I be his sweet, protective mother. I was just another conquest, possibly his first, but sure not to be his last. Could I refuse him again? What would happen when Tony came back? Could I persuade Tom how impossible this would be then? And would I be able to accept fucking my son for four more months? I knew what my body's answer would be! An emphatic YES! Oh no, what kind of can of worms had I opened tonight? The despair and confusion I felt caused me to roll away from Tom and as I buried my face in the pillow I felt the tears welling up. Desperate to hold back the despair I felt, I ground my teeth together, screwed my eyes up and tried to control the wracking sobs tearing through my body. "Mum? What's the matter? I thought you enjoyed what we just did" Poor Tom, he didn't realise that it was precisely because what we'd just done was so incredible that I was so torn apart. If he'd shown the kind of sexual ineptitude one could expect from a 18 year old boy I'd have never let him get as far as he did. But the responsibility was all mine. The blame, the shame and the consequences were mine and mine alone. "I'm sorry Tom, but I can never forgive myself for what I just did to you" "What you did to me?!? What about what I did to you? I seduced you mum, not the other way round" "Maybe, but I let it happen" Tom snuggled up close to me, spooning with me, just like Tony liked to do. I could feel his cock in the cleft of my arse cheeks, and unbelievably it began to harden again. "Tom, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I was really getting pissed off now. "Mum! I can't believe you just swore in front of me" "Yeah well, a lot of firsts have happened this evening. Now please leave me alone. Go to bed Tom, and we'll talk in the morning" "I thought you wanted to know how I knew what you liked, and what to ask for. You do, don't you?" "Piss off Tom, you're bluffing. I know when you're bluffing and it's definitely happening right bloody now!" "Really? In that case, how do I know that your favourite wake-up call is to have Dad spoon with you, just like this, and to wake you up by fucking you?" I just froze. This was too much. Tony must have told Tom all our bedroom secrets. I couldn't believe it! I was fucking livid. The low, worthless bastard! Just to impress his son he'd sold our marital confidence down the bloody river. "Well?" Tom was nothing if not persistent. "Ok big shot. Tell." I hoped he could tell from the tone of my voice that I was beyond joking. "I may do, but you'll have to earn it. I want to fuck you again mum" I'd been feeling his cock swelling against my buttocks for a few minutes now, and although I was determined not to be blackmailed into letting him have his way with me again, I knew that even if I could resist his rigid pole he was strong enough to rape me anyway, and once that cock was inside me I knew I'd melt again. Still, I had to try: "You can fuck me if you tell me. C'mon Tom, kiss and tell" He reached around my body and tried to finger my cunt again, but I foiled him by bringing my knees up "Thanks mum!" As soon as I'd brought my knees up it simply gave him a much easier opening to get his cock hard against my cunt. I felt a momentary pain as he tried to force his way in, but then my body betrayed me again, and my juices started to flow, letting him in. Once again I was startled by the size of his cock, stretching the walls of my cunt as he forced his way in. "Do you really want to know mum? Are you sure you want me to tell you?" "You dirty little bastard. You're raping me, you do realise that don't you?" I panted. "Ok" he said, and pulled out of me. I was fighting the temptation to beg him to put it back in me when he shoved his cock deep into my arse again. It was still sore from our earlier session, and this time I howled in genuine pain "Nooo! Please Tom, no, it hurts... please!" "You've got to take it somewhere mum, so where do you want it?" "In my cunt. Fuck my cunt, you horny bastard!" And he did. Oh fuck, did he do me. He was ramming into me and it scared me a little with the intensity. I looked over my shoulder and had Tom's tongue pressed into my mouth for my trouble. I joined in with an increasing lust. I had to admit it; he was a tremendous fuck! Pulling away from the kiss he looked into my eyes: "I knew how to fuck you the way you like because Laura told me" "How the hell did Laura know? And why would she tell you?" I managed to pant between my groans of passion. His cock felt deeper than it had felt before, I was sure it was getting bigger! I was in the throes of passion and couldn't think straight. "Because I've been fucking her for over a year" "WHAT???" I was stunned, but still my body responded to Tom's fucking, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build. Tom seemed to sense it as he reached around and started to play with my clit. "Suck on your own nipple, like you did when you were doing yourself with the dildo" I obliged, no longer in control of myself. I sucked hard on my nipple, biting down on it with my teeth, flicking it with my tongue, and then I came again and I swear I actually saw stars. I knew I wouldn't be able to give this up - it was just too intense. I might go a week being strong, but then the memory of his rampant cock would haunt me until I came back for more. And the knowledge that my boy had learned his skills by having sex with his own sister, my daughter, just made me feel more horny. But he still hadn't answered fully, "But how did Laura know?" All I heard from Tom was a groan as his panting became more urgent. He was near to coming again, and I wanted his load in my cunt this time. I grunted and thrust back onto his cock, encouraging him. "Oh fuck mum,... I'm coming... yes - yes - Yes - YES - MUM!!" and I could actually feel him filling me up with his cream. I felt so complete, and yet so confused; I still hadn't realised the implications of what he'd just said about Laura, "I asked you how Laura would know?" Tom's cock was still buried deep in my cunt, still big and hard enough to excite me, but I had to know what he was talking about, "Because she's been fucking Dad for about 2 years, and he's taught her what he likes to do with you" To Be Continued... Claire Ch. 2 I awoke in the morning with my head still spinning from the previous day's events. I had been fucked by my own son, but I'd already come to terms with that during our sexual antics the evening before. What was really screwing me up was what Tom had told me last night; that not only had he been screwing his sister, my daughter Laura for over a year, but that she'd been screwing with my husband Tony, her own father, for two years! I'd sent Tom to his own bed last night after he told me, and had lain awake for hours in mental anguish trying to decide if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't, I couldn't explain how he'd known all my sexual likes, let alone how he'd known what Tony liked me to do to him. It was true. Deep down, I knew it was true, and yet I found myself horrified that I'd had no idea whatsoever that this had all been going on under my nose. I'd heard Laura come home around 1.00 am, and had an impulse to go and confront her. In the end though I just lay there and cried myself to sleep. I could hardly come over all holier-than-thou with Laura after what I'd just done with Tom, and although he was the instigator that was no excuse and I knew it. It was now mid-morning, Laura had called up that she was going into town to meet some friends but would be back late afternoon. At least that gave me some more time to work out what the hell I was going to say to her. "Are you awake, mum?" Tom called from the hall outside my room. I didn't answer, just wanting to be left alone with my thoughts, but he opened the door and peeked around it at me. He looked so innocent and concerned that I felt a rush of warmth toward him. He might have been fucking his sister, and he might have seduced me last night, but on balance he was my only ally in my own family. "Can I come in?" he asked, his face almost expressionless "Yes Tom. Of course you can" He came across and sat on the edge of the bed. He was fully clothed which was a relief; it was unlikely he was going to leap in and try and resume where he left off last night, and I really wasn't in the mood right now. I looked deep into his eyes, and could see real concern there. Was he suffering like me? "Mum, I'm kind of sorry I told you now. I wish I hadn't in some ways, but I think you needed to know. I've got to be honest though, the reason I told you at the time was because I felt it gave me some kind of power over you..... I'm sorry" He was displaying a maturity and depth of feeling I hadn't given him credit for, and I reckon that his honesty toward me deserved my honesty in return: "Tom, the only power you needed over me was what you did to me. You were amazing, and in some ways I'm glad it happened" I saw him brighten up at my words "but glad or not, sorry or not, it's done now and we've got to accept it and move on. How we do that is up to us, but what you told me about your father and Laura really took me aback. I feel such a fool, and so hurt by them" "If it's any consolation mum, Laura pretty much did to Dad what I did to you. And she's always saying how much guilt he's felt over it, always telling Laura that although he loves her as his daughter and he enjoys her as a lover it's never going to replace what he has with you. Laura loves you too mum, and has always said that she wished she could tell you" "Does your Dad know about you and Laura, Tom?" "Gee, no! He hasn't a clue about us" Strangely that made me feel better; I wasn't the only sucker in town. "So how did you and Laura get started?" "She was teasing me about when I used to brush your hair, and then about being a virgin. I said I wasn't.." he paused as I'd gasped when he told me that. I'd just presumed he was still a virgin until last night, when I realised he definitely wasn't! "Don't worry mum, I was really, but I just didn't want Laura to know. So she started to ask me about it: who, when, where and what did we do? She sussed me pretty quickly, but she didn't take the piss any more. She told me about the importance of having an experienced and sympathetic lover when you first try it. Then she asked me if I'd like to brush her hair. And we ended up screwing. It was a while before she told me about her and Dad, and she taught me everything he did to her, and what he liked her to do to him. And she told me that it was all the stuff that you and Dad do together" Laura had slightly shorter hair than me, but it was thicker and had a slight natural wave and I had to admit I was a bit jealous of her sometimes. She had my breasts, being a D-cup too, but where I was a size 12, she was a slim 10 and looked very good with it. "The thing is though Tom, I had started to think of Laura as more of a friend than just a daughter, and all the time she was keeping all of this from me. And it really hurts" "Why don't we all sit down later and talk about it. I haven't said anything to her yet, but when she came in last night she came into my room and she started trying to get fruity. I just told her I was too tired, but I think she knew something was up because she didn't get in a huff, she just looked at me a bit strangely and went to her room" "How the hell do we bring that up? Do you expect me to sit her down and just say 'Oh, by the way Laura, I know you've been fucking your father and your brother'! " "Do you want me to tell her first? That you know about it all?" That was tempting, I must admit, but I couldn't help thinking that it was a coward's way out. There was something else too; part of me, a part I wasn't too happy to admit existed, wanted to make Laura pay for the mainly sleepless night she'd caused me last night, the pain, the rejection and yes, the jealousy. If I sat her down and confronted her with it, she might just suffer a bit of what I'd been through. And that way I could better judge how things really were, although God knows they'd all pulled the wool over my eyes for so long already that I doubted my ability to tell whether I was being lied to or not any more. "No Tom. I'll speak to her, but on my own at first. I will tell her about us, but I think it's better if I speak to Laura alone" I hoped he wouldn't feel left out, but he just gave me a really warm smile and nodded his agreement. Leaning across he gently kissed me on the mouth, and we sank down onto the bed, me under the covers and him on top of them, entwining tongues as we became more and more passionate. Here we go again I thought, and although I was still emotionally confused I could feel myself becoming horny again, when he pulled away, stood up, and with another smile said: "See you later mum. I'm off out with the lads, be back later. And mum, I love you" "Love you too honey" and I had to smile myself at his calculated teasing. * * * * * I'd just finished putting the shopping away, made myself a cup of tea and put my feet up when I heard the door open. Laura or Tom? I could feel my pulse increase, heart a-flutter as I braced myself for what may well prove to be a conflict. "Hiya mum, any tea in the pot?" It was Laura, bright and breezy as ever. "Sorry love, I only made a cup, but the kettle should still be hot" "Ok, do you want another one?" "No thanks, I've still got this" although what I really wanted was something strong! Laura came through and flopped into an armchair. I was on the sofa, trying to think how to begin. "Is something up mum? You seem a bit quiet" she said, before sipping her tea. "Yes. Something is very up! Laura, I don't think there's an easy way to say this, so I'll just tell you. I know about you and your father. And about you and Tom. I know what you've been doing with them, and I'd like to know how the hell you thought you could get away with this!" She stared at me, totally stunned. I could hear her gasping for breath. I glared at her, seeing her cheeks turn so red I thought she'd pass out. But I felt no joy or sense of revenge at the sight, rather I felt sorry for her. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. Still, I wasn't going to make this any easier for her. "How did you find out? Did Tom tell you?" "Yes. Yes, he did, but don't you dare blame Tom for this" "No mum, I wasn't going to" the tears were starting to sting her eyes, and her lower lip was trembling "I'm so sorry, I really am. I had fantasies about Dad for ages, and then one night when you were at your sister's house I got a bit drunk with him and when he'd gone to bed I walked in and got into bed with him. He was asleep, but I woke him up the way he's told me you like to, and I don't think he could stop then. But he loves you mum, and I do too, and I'm so sorry!" So Tony had got a wake-up blowjob; and the old line about a stiff prick having no conscience was a true one, I guess. "Why? That's all I want to know. And although I was hurt, angry and confused last night, we're still a family, and with your father away for a while we've got a chance to sort ourselves out so when he gets back we can all go on together. And Laura, please always remember that I do love you; you're still my daughter, whatever happens" "Oh God mum, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know why I started. Just teenage father fantasies I guess, but now I just love sex, but only with guys I really know and trust, and that's mainly been Dad and now Tom. I'm evil, aren't I?" "Well, if you are, then I am too dear" "W-what do you mean?" Laura was fighting back the tears, confused now. "Last night, Tom and I spent most of the evening fucking" I almost burst out laughing as Laura's jaw fell open. "Come over here, love" I held my arms open and she came to me, sat on my left, snuggling up to me as I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her hair as she tried to control the sobs. "Shh, it's ok Laura" I continued to soothe her, feeling warmly protective toward her now. Her head was resting on my breasts, and I thought she was still sobbing until I recognised a giggle. She looked up at me with a wicked grin, made wider by the shock which must have showing on my face at her behaviour. "Tom's a big lad, isn't he mum?" And all of a sudden I was laughing too, feeling the release of all the tension that had been building up over the last 24 hours. We were almost insensible with laughter, screaming in hilarious delight, two girls sharing a joke about a mutual lover. Slowly we calmed down, and then Laura suddenly held my face between her hands and stared into my eyes, deadly serious: " It's all going to be alright isn't it, mum?" "Yes honey, everything will be alright now" I saw Laura's face relax, and her smile returned as she leant forward and kissed me on the mouth. It wasn't what I'd call a sexy kiss, but it was full on the mouth and it lingered longer than I expected. Laura hugged me again, her head again descending to my breast as she cuddled close. I was still a bit stunned by her kiss, and was wondering whether it was meant to have been sexual. Could my daughter be planning to get the hat-trick of her family members? I'd had some light lesbian experiences when Tony and I had tried swinging, but nothing more than kissing and rubbing each other except for one girl who'd gone down on me, but hadn't wanted me to return the favour. I could hardly believe I was so calm about it all, but last night with Tom had been a kind of awakening for me, and maybe nothing would shock me again. The back door banged shut, and Tom walked in. "Hiya mum, Laura. I guess you've been having a chat" Laura didn't even look up, just held onto me a bit tighter. I could feel her breath warm through my blouse, heat glowing in my cleavage. I answered Tom: "Yes we have. We've talked about it all, Tom. We both know everything now, so there's no more need for any lies. From any of us" "Thank God for that. It's a real relief to have it all out in the open" Tom came and sat down on my right hand side. I leaned back so as not to have my back turned to him, Laura staying with her head buried in my chest, her left hand gently rubbing my stomach through the blouse. Tom leaned across and nuzzled my neck, his right hand sliding across my right breast and stroking Laura's hair. He began unbuttoning my blouse, and still I said nothing. Laura moved her head to allow him access to all my buttons, and then Tom was pulling my blouse away, undoing my front-clipped bra, letting my breasts spill out before dipping his head and taking my right nipple in his mouth. Laura took the left, and they both sucked and nibbled until I began to pant and groan. Then Laura moved up, kissing my chest, my neck and then closing her mouth over mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, then she teased it back into her own mouth and my tongue followed. It was her turn to suck, then she moved her head back until we were only connected by our wrestling tongues, writhing with each other. Tom hitched my skirt up and I raised my hips to allow him to pull my knickers down. Then I heard him stand up and walk away. I was too involved with Laura to pay much attention, but I heard the rustle of a bag, and then he was coming back. Laura's left hand was between my legs now, probing and stroking my cunt as I got wetter and wetter, her fingers playing across my clit as I feverishly pulled her blouse apart. We were still kissing frantically, as I reached around her to unclip her bra, and then I was kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. This was so horny! "On the rug, both of you!" Tom was taking command here. We tumbled onto the rug by the fireplace, Laura rolling me over so I was beneath her, our legs interlocked, her thigh rubbing my at my cunt as mine was rubbing at hers. She left my mouth and moved down to lick and suck at my nipples again. I looked up and saw Tom sat on the sofa we'd just left, naked and with a raging hard-on, slowly wanking himself as he watched his mother and sister writhing on the floor. Laura had left my breasts and was working over my stomach, her fingers now buried deep inside me, working and thrusting in exactly the way Tony always did, and the fact that I knew she'd had the same treatment from him suddenly became an added turn-on. She dipped her head and then I felt it; her tongue lapping at my clit, fingers still plunging in and out of my cunt as I held her head. Tom came across and knelt by me, turning my head with his hand so he could feed me his cock. I opened my mouth and he slid his cock inside, slowly sliding it in and out, as Laura's fingers did the same inside my cunt. She looked up briefly, mouth and chin glistening with my juices: "Mum, I'm putting my whole hand inside you. Can you feel that?" It was exquisite, but so close to pain I wondered amidst my passion whether I was turning into a masochist. I pulled away from Tom's cock to speak: "Oh God! Yes, I can feel your hand, oh, fuck me with your hand Laura!" And she did. Up to the wrist, and then out until only her finger tips were inside me, and Tom back in my mouth. Laura slowly pulled her hand out of my cunt, and moved up my body, crushing my breasts with her own, holding her hand in front of me, Tom pulling out, Laura's hand sliding into my mouth. Tasting myself on her sopping fingers, sucking them hard. Laura moved away, bringing a little whimper of complaint from me. I was totally lost in my lust, and groaned appreciatively when Tom began to pull at my nipples with one hand, whilst the other played across my clit and he leaned his hips forward to let me suck on his cock again. I felt Laura moving my legs and looked up, Tom's cock slipping from my mouth. Laura was sitting between my legs, her left leg over my right as she lifted my left over her right. We were interlocked, with her head near my feet. I was curious. Tom reached behind him and passed something to Laura. I raised myself on my elbows to get a better look; it was a huge double-headed dildo! "Got it today mum, a present for you both" Tom said, a look of pure lust on his face, "and sorry, but I did tell Laura. We met in town. Good actress though, isn't she?" There was no gloating in his voice. I no longer cared; I was in an almost trance-like state, high on sex. Sex with my kids - and it was so fucking horny, I didn't care about anything anymore. "Aaah!" I howled as Laura plunged the dildo into my cunt, 4 or 5 inches straight in. She impaled herself on the other end, and we began to thrust our hips toward each other and away, fucking each other with the momentum, soon getting each other's rhythm. Tom held the centre as we fucked ourselves with the thick rubber cock. I had about 7 inches in me now and I was grunting like some demented animal. Tom pulled up on the middle of the dildo, removing it from both of us, making us whimper at him, Laura as into it as me. "On your knees girls, still facing away from each other. You're going doggy-style" We both obeyed without question. I looked over my shoulder as we shuffled back toward each other, Tom inserting the rubber cock in me first, then Laura. We found our rhythm again, and still looking back I saw Tom spit in his palm and rub it onto his cock, now visibly throbbing. I guessed what was coming, and wanted it first, but I had to watch Tom straddle Laura's back and then slide his cock into her arse, making her give a little shriek. He fucked her arse for a couple of minutes, matching his rhythm to the one Laura and I had going on the dildo. He pulled out of Laura, and reapplying some saliva as lubricant, I felt the exquisite pain of his fat cock forcing itself into my anal passage. "Oh yes, I can feel the dildo mum. I can feel it with my cock, so deep in your arse" I was delirious with lust now, I just wanted to be used by my children. Tom was fucking my arse with more and more vigour when he suddenly pulled out and I felt the dildo being removed. "Stay there, mum" Laura commanded "you're going to eat my cunt now" She moved around to lie in front of me, her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs so wide apart I thought she must be in pain, but all her face showed was hunger. I bent my head and leaning on my elbows I used my fingers to part her cunt lips before leaning in and stroking my tongue across her slit. I tasted the juices and felt a further rush of lust sweep through me. As I began to lap at her clit I felt the head of the rubber cock sliding across my own cunt lips before forcing it's way in. Tom was knelt behind me, using the dildo to fuck me whilst I licked at Laura's cunt. Then I felt another pressure, against my anus; it was the other end of the dildo which Tom had bent through 180 degrees. He forced it into me, both ends pushing into cunt and arse simultaneously and sending me totally fucking wild. I could feel my arse clench involuntarily, making it hard for Tom to push "Relax mum, for fuck's sake. Just relax and take it like a good girl" I made an effort to relax and immediately he pushed both ends all the way into me. I was licking at Laura in frantic passion, and moving lower I forced my tongue as far inside her cunt as I could, until the base of my tongue began to ache. I moved it around inside her in a circular swirl, sucking her flowing juices into my mouth to savour and swallow. She was panting and kept repeating "Yes...yes" in time to my tongue thrusts. Cunt juice mixed with my saliva and dribbled down and over her arsehole, so using some as lubricant I slid two fingers deep into her arse. I pumped them in time to my tongue thrusts, then moved back to her clit which I sucked into my mouth and flicked with my tongue whilst with my free hand I slid four fingers into her. Tom was increasing his thrusts with the dildo as I licked and fingered Laura. She screamed, throwing her head back as she came, her hips bucking, my face pressed into her crotch, sucking and licking. Her screams became moans and whimpers as the orgasm eased, and she slid down to lie beneath me. She raised her head to lick my chin and lips, licking off her own juices. I could feel my own orgasm building when Laura reached down beneath my legs and began to rub my clit with her fingers. Tom pulled the dildo from my cunt, leaving the other end in my arse, and replaced it with his cock. It felt even bigger than last night, as he rammed in and out of me. I came with an intensity that caused me to screw my eyes up and howl, all control lost as my muscles went into spasm.