7 comments/ 234785 views/ 105 favorites Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 01 By: MicheleNylons Michele Cashmore had raced home from work early to tell her son the good news. She had not only been promoted; she was going to get a huge pay raise. She raced inside their small two-story cottage and quickly climbed the stairs, her high-heels clattering on the wooden treads. She snatched at the doorknob and flung open the door to her twenty year old son's bedroom. "David! Guess what? I got a pro.............." Michele failed to complete the sentence. Her mouth agape, Michele stood still as a statue, mesmerised by what she was seeing. Her son sat at his desk his eyes glued to his computer monitor, ear-buds wedged into his ears, oblivious to the anything other than his computer screen. On the computer screen a short movie was playing over and over again in an endless loop. A mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over a desk; her legs splayed wide, she hung onto the desk for support, tottering precariously on her high-heeled shoes. The woman's skirt was hiked up her back exposing her thighs and buttocks; they were encased in tan, high-sheen, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. A lanky youth stood naked behind the woman. He had split the seam of the woman's pantyhose and, having pulled aside the gusset of her red satin panties, he was furiously pounding his long stiff penis in and out of the woman's vagina. He gripped her waist, his fingers causing the sheen of the woman's lustrous pantyhose to glisten in the harsh light. The woman turned her face to look at the boy, she had to be at least forty although she was very attractive and wore heavy makeup. She was mouthing something that Michele could not hear because her son had silenced the speakers by plugging in his earphones. She was obviously enjoying being fucked by the young man. Michele saw that her son was furiously masturbating as he intently watched the movie; his long thick cock stuck up out of his hairy crotch, his jeans and underpants were scrunched around his ankles. What was perturbing to her was that her son had one of her nylon stockings draped over his penis. He held a pair of her soiled satin panties in his other hand and he was sniffing the crotch. Her son was panting heavily and muttering to himself as he frantically stroked his nylon-sheathed cock. Michele was flabbergasted; she knew that her son masturbated and she even suspected that he had been masturbating with her lingerie; but she never suspected he was sniffing her panties. She felt very confused but as she watched her son gratify himself she also felt a little tingle of excitement. Maybe it was being in the same room as her son while he pleasured himself or maybe it was the video playing on the monitor. The fully clothed woman being fucked over the table in the video looked a little like her. No! She looked a lot like her! Michele decided that the best course of action was to back out of the room and quietly close the door behind her; and then suddenly her son started to moan. On the computer screen the skinny boy pulled out of the attractive mature woman and ejaculated over her large round arse; globs of semen stuck to her buttocks and then ran down her thighs, soaking her nylons. Her son began to howl and Michele stood rooted to the spot as her son climaxed. The stocking pulled tightly around her son's glans suddenly darkened and a pool of semen formed on the sheer nylon as his hand pounded away at his cock. He licked the crotch of his mother's panties and then held them tightly against his nose and inhaled. "Yeah Mom!" "Take it Mom!" "Oh fuck me Mom!" David Cashmore howled as his orgasm washed over him. He continued to stare at the screen as he ejaculated into his mother's stocking and sniffed and licked her panties. He imagined that he was the lanky youth in the video and that it was his mother bent over the desk. Michele flushed bright crimson as she watched her son climax calling out for his mother to take his load. An intense flash of arousal lanced through her body and she felt her sex begin to moisten. She spun on her heels and quietly retreated, closing the door silently behind her. Michele Cashmore's high-heels clacked on the wooden hallway floor as rushed to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her; panting and wheezing, she fumbled at the lock. She rushed to the bedside table, flung open the top drawer and frantically rifled through her underwear until she found what she was looking for. Her long, elegantly manicured, red nailpolished fingernails scratched at the base of the drawer and then closed around a slim plastic vibrator. Michele was trembling and sweating; she hadn't felt this sexually aroused in years. She didn't even bother to sit on the bed; she hiked up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down her thighs and stuffed the vibrator under the gusset of her panties and pushed the tip of the vibrator inside her labia until it rested on her distended clitoris. She could feel the damp patch in her panties as she hastily pulled the gusset aside and thrust vibrator into her sex and flicked the switch. Her knees buckled and her feet trembled as an intense orgasm immediately wracked her body; she began to shriek and she stuffed her free hand into her mouth and bit down on it to stifle the scream lest her son overhear her cries of passion. She fell onto her bed and plunged the vibrator inside her vagina and flicked her clitty with her fingers and buried her face in the pillows to stifle her screams. She felt her vaginal walls contract around the vibrator as her clitoris radiated wave after wave of divine pleasure through her body. She could smell the musky scent of her own vaginal secretions. Michele's orgasm slowly subsided and she flicked off the vibrator and eased it out of her vagina. She seldom inserted the sex toy inside her and she was quite surprised that she had felt the need to thrust it in and out of herself like a throbbing plastic cock. Her clitoris was still very sensitive. She rolled onto her pack and hiked up her pantyhose and panties; she smoothed out her nylons and pulled her white nylon full-cut panties tight around her buttocks. She slipped the vibrator back into the drawer and silently closed it; she stood up and smoothed her skirt. She went into her ensuite bathroom and washed her hands; she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was an attractive forty-eight year old woman. She wore black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow that highlighted her pretty hazel eyes. Her cheeks were rouged and her lips painted with plum-red lipstick, silver drop earrings glistened though the nape of her brunette bob. A silver choker hung around her elegant neck; her large breasts swelled the décolletage of her mauve satin blouse and her pinstriped navy-blue jacket; the matching skirt clung to her thighs and buttocks. A shapely, nylon-clad thigh peeked through the kick-pleat tailored into the side of her skirt; she had long toned legs and delicate feet, shod in black four-inch high-heels, her red nailpolished toenails encased in gauzy reinforced nylon peeked out of her peep-toe pumps. She smiled at herself in the mirror; she wasn't too bad for an old girl. 'But what the hell was that about!' she thought to herself. What had caused her to become so insatiably aroused? Was she suddenly turned on by the video of the young man fucking the mature woman over her desk, a woman who incidentally looked very much like her? Surely it couldn't have been the sight of her son masturbating! No it couldn't be! But in the dark recesses of her mind she wondered why, when she climaxed, she had recalled the memory of her son shooting his load into her stocking and begging for her to fuck him. Michele splashed water on her face, fixed her makeup, and brushed her hair. No; this would not do! Her son was not going to abuse himself using her lingerie as a fetish; she would speak to him about it! She wouldn't yell, nor get angry or become judgemental. She would calmly explain to the boy that although it was fine for him to masturbate; he was not to do so using his mother's underwear and it was definitely not ok for him to call her name when he climaxed! They would have a civil mother and son conversation and that would be that; the matter would be done with! Michele unlocked her bedroom door and paused to steel herself and cleared her throat. She walked determinedly down the hallway towards her son's room calling his name. "David! David!" she called, giving him plenty of notice of her pending arrival. In his bedroom David had just finished wiping his cock with his mother's panties; soaking up the last droplets of his emission from his slowly deflating penis. Lucky he had just pulled the ear-buds from his ears otherwise he might not have heard his mother calling his name. He quickly pulled up his underpants and jeans, stuffed his cock away, and zipped them closed. He bought up a word processing program and stuffed his mother's panties and her stocking into a desk drawer and slammed it shut just as she knocked on the door. "Come in Mom," he called, pretending to type on the keyboard. "I'm just finishing an English essay Mom," he lied. "Really David; let me take a look," his mother said walking across the room towards him. David quickly closed the document as she leaned over his shoulder; his mother's face leaned in close to his. He could smell her perfume and her makeup and when her hair lightly brushed his face he felt his penis begin to harden again. He blushed. "No Mom it's not finished! I'll show it to you when it is," he whined. Michele looked at the screen and underneath the Microsoft Word blank document; she could see a couple of minimised icons. One was a folder icon named 'MILF' and the other was a Windows Moviemaker program titled 'hot mom in p-hose fucked'. Up this close to him Michele could almost feel the heat from her son's guilty red face and she thought she could smell a hint of semen. Michele backed away from her son and as she did she noticed the welt of one of her stockings was hanging out of her son's desk drawer. A silvery trail of wet semen snaked across the chocolate-brown nylon. She couldn't help but smile to herself. "We need to have a chat David. I've got some good news, but I also want to talk to you about something else," Michele said. "Turn off your PC and come down to the lounge please." Michele spun on her heels and walked out of the room unaware that her son was leering at her buttocks and legs. David walked into the lounge and found his mother sitting on the couch with her legs crossed; her skirt had ridden up exposing a nice expanse of silken-hosed thigh. "Sit here beside me David," Michele patted the cushion beside her. David sat beside his mother; uncomfortably closer than he would normally sit. "The good news is I've been promoted and I've also been given a large pay rise." "That's wonderful," David beamed a genuine smile at his mother. He looked lovingly into her heavily made-up face and sighed. He inhaled her scent; his cock was still semi-erect. "But that's not what I really wanted to talk to you about David," she said a little sternly. "David do you know what an Oedipus complex is?" Michele asked her son. He looked quizzically at his mother and shook his head. "It's when a son becomes infatuated with his mother," Michele murmured and cleared her throat. David went ghostly pale and then his face blushed a burning bright red. He shook his head vehemently and a single tear ran down his face; he slumped down in the sofa and bowed his head. Michele put her arm around her son to comfort him; she pulled him against her and hugged him and kissed his cheek. "It's ok David. Just about every boy gets an Oedipus complex when he goes through puberty." "But Mom I haven't...........I didn't............." David trailed off as his mother looked him directly in the eyes. "David I've noticed the stains in my hosiery and knickers. I saw you masturbating with one of my stockings while you sniffed my panties." Michele said calmly but firmly. David dropped his head into his hands. Michele hugged her son and kissed the top of his head; she mussed David's hair and lifted his face so they were eye to eye. She smiled at him to show him it was ok; she wasn't angry. "But you are the most beautiful woman I know Mom," David whispered. Michele let out a little laugh. "Don't be silly David; I'm an old lady! What about all those gorgeous young girls at university; I'll bet even some of your teachers are hot," Michele smiled, trying to diffuse the tension. "The girls at university don't have your class Mom; they don't dress nice like you; they don't wear makeup and perfume you like you." David blushed a deep crimson. "They don't wear nice nylons and high-heels like you." "They wear jeans and shorts and boring clothes and sneakers or sandals. They are proud that they don't wear makeup and pantyhose; they claim they are emancipated and won't be bound by the past generation's values." Michele laughed to hear her son so vehemently disparage the college girls that were the same age as him. "But they're still pretty David. I've seen them!" she replied putting her hand on his knee and squeezing it. "But they are not sophisticated like you. You wear nice skirts and suits and blouses. You wear soft satin blouses. You wear makeup, perfume and high-heels." "You wear.................stockings sometimes," he murmured. Now it was Michele's turn to blush. "Well David I have to wear hosiery at work and sometimes I find stockings are more comfortable than pantyhose. And I always like to look my best." "Since your father left me just after you were born I have always felt a little insecure and I guess I just dress the way I do so that I can feel confident. That's all it is David." "But Mom; the women........................well the women in my..................you know........my videos. Well they wear stockings!" David retorted a little tersely. "David not all women who wear stockings are sluts! And I noticed the woman you were staring at this afternoon was wearing pantyhose; and that didn't stop you playing with your willy did it!" Michele snapped back, but she immediately regretted it. She pulled her son closer and hugged him. He buried his face in her breasts and inhaled her wonderful scent. "I like them both," he said, his voice muffled by his mother's breasts. "Like both what?" Michele asked. "Pantyhose and stockings," he whispered and Michele smiled to herself; amused by her son's rambling. Michele took hold of her son by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Look David; lots of men have fetishes; your father used to like to shag me in my stockings and high-heels. Aunty Betty tells me your uncle Jack likes to shag her while he wears her knickers! But you can't use me to play out your sexual fantasies ok?" Michele said tenderly, not wanting to upset her son further. "And all the teachers suck except for Miss Jones!" David blurted out. "Carolyn Jones! My god David; she's got to be my age...............oh!" it suddenly dawned on Michele why her son liked Miss Jones. "She dresses nice, and she smells good, and she looks good," David said. "Sophisticated." Michele extrapolated. "Sophisticated. Like you," David sighed and glanced up lovingly at his mother. "Ok David here it is. You can't use my lingerie for masturbation." David hung his head ashamedly. "But," Michele lifted her son's chin. "When I throw things out; I don't know what happens to them do I?" she winked at her son. "Sorry Mom; I know I shouldn't have done those things with your knickers and stuff but I couldn't help myself. I won't do it again I promise," David beamed up at his mother. Then a shadow crossed his face. "It's just that when you're around I get so tense. Maybe it's because I fancy Miss Jones and you look so much like her." Michele had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed; she thought it was the other way around, that David had a crush on Miss Jones because she looked and dressed like his mother. "What do you mean tense David?" she went on trying to take her mind off her little pang of jealousy. "Well I just sort of get nervous, tight, high-strung, agitated you know." "And wanking................er......I mean........you know............doing THAT makes me less tense," he whimpered. "I know honey! What about a nice back rub! You always used to like a nice back rub when you were younger! Maybe that will ease your tension," Michele smiled at her son hoping to ease the tension between them. "Ok Mom," he smiled back at her and began to take off his shirt. "Ok buster turn around," Michele giggled believing she had totally diffused the situation. David spun around on the couch; he sat side-on presenting his back to his mother. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch. It had been quite a while since Michele had seen her son's naked body and she look appreciatively at his broad shoulders and narrow waist. She reached out tentatively and put her hands on his warm skin, her red fingernails in stark contrast to his pale skin. David shivered. "Sorry son, are my hands cold?" Michele asked. "Just a little Mom," David lied. The proximity of his mother's body and the smell of her perfume were highly exciting and when she touched him David's semi-hard cock began to get hard. His body shivered as his cock began to stiffen. Then his mother began to slowly stroke his back. "Mmmmm; nice Mom." "Good, glad you like it," Michele's voice came out a little croaked. Her son's skin was warm and pale, almost translucent, his muscles rippled when he shivered and she found that sitting this close to her son while stroking his body was quite disconcerting. A mental picture of her son's long hard cock suddenly entered her mind and she tried to replace it with something more appropriate but all she could recall were images of her son masturbating in front of his computer. She shook her head and concentrated on rubbing David's back. She massaged his shoulders and worked her way down to his waist. David sat still, issuing the occasional groan of contentment. "My son still likes his back rubbed then?" Michele said breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Mmmmm," was all David replied. "Ok enough," Michele said raking her nails gently down David's back in a playful gesture. "Ohhhh; do that again please mom," David pleaded. She did it again, a little harder this time, leaving red trails on her son's pale skin. David groaned and shuddered. His cock was now rampant. "Ok David that's enough," Michele said insistently. David quickly spun around and faced his mother and placed her hands on his chest. The move caught Michele by surprise and she left her hands resting lightly on his body. "Come on Mom; finish the job; you always finished with a nice chest rub," David pleaded and smiled at his mother. Michele was uncomfortable being face to face in such close proximity to her son, their knees were touching and she could smell his peppermint-sweet breath. David took her hands in his and began to rub them on his chest; his skin was hairless and smooth to her touch. "Thanks mom," David smiled. "I didn't say I would did I?" Michele said a little annoyed, but she didn't remove her hands. She didn't want to upset her son again so she smiled meekly at him softly rubbed his chest. She felt his nipples become erect when she stroked them and she quickly moved her hands away from them. David began to breathe heavily; almost panting. He looked into his mother's face, she was attractive for her age and she wore heavy makeup, which he liked. He studied her hazel eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow. Her high cheekbones were rouged; her lips, now slightly parted, were painted with plum-red lipstick. He let his gaze follow her elegant neck down to her large breasts which pushed against the fabric of her mauve satin blouse, the buttons strained to contain her breasts and he could see the top of her lacy black brassiere. Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 01 "David; you're staring," Michele whispered, her fingers feather-lightly stroking his chest. "Sorry Mom; its just you are so beautiful," he whispered and lowered his eyes. "Silly boy; I'm an old woman," she chuckled, trying once more to diffuse an awkward situation. With his head bowed David stared at his mother's body. Her pinstriped navy-blue skirt was tightly fastened around her trim waist, the hem of the skirt rested just above her knees. The kick-pleat at the side of the skirt had opened revealing a shapely nylon-clad thigh; he followed her long legs down to her black peep-toe high-heels. He stared at her red painted toenails peeking out of her pumps; they were encased in gauzy reinforced nylon; his cock throbbed. Michele was breathing as heavily as David was now; their proximity to each other coupled with their repressed desire for one and other was taking its toll on both of their abilities to suppress their lust. David leaned forward and kissed his mother's cheek; Michele didn't back away, she kept stroking his chest. Then he moved his lips to the side of her mouth. "David?" Michele whispered. He put his lips on hers. "David; what are you doing?" But she still didn't back away. He slid his tongue just inside his mother's mouth. "Son you know we shouldn't," Michele whispered, but kept massaging David's chest. David held his mother by the shoulders and continued to kiss her tenderly; his cock was painfully straining against the material of his trousers. Michele felt her sex begin to moisten; she could feel the wetness between her legs. David pressed his lips a little harder on his mother's and began to explore her sweet mouth with his tongue. "David! We have to stop now," Michele mumbled around his tongue. Michele still made no effort to push her son away even when he removed one hand from her shoulder. Then she heard the ominous sound of a fly being unzipped and David began to fumble in his lap. Michele was too scared to look down. She had to admit it was nice kissing her son this way and she liked stroking his strong young body but she wasn't sure she liked where this was going now. Michele tried to pull her face away form David's but he moved his hand from her shoulder to her head and pulled her face against his. Michele thought that if she struggled hard enough she could break the kiss, but she reasoned to herself that she had already upset her son enough for one day; what harm was a little smooching going to do? She stopped stroking his chest and lightly rested her hands on his shoulders; no need to excite him further. Suddenly David reached up with his free hand and guided one of his mother's hands down into his lap. Michele didn't react fast enough; she didn't really understand what her son was doing. And then her hand brushed against her son's erect penis. Michele came out of her reverie and tried to pull her face away for her son's and to retract her hand from his lap. David forced her face against his, mashing his lips against his hers, driving his tongue between them and frantically wriggling it around her mouth. David held her hand down in his lap and pushed it onto his rampant cock. Instinctively Michele wrapped her fingers around her son's shaft. She realised what she had done but the feel of his hard rod sheathed in soft silky skin was intriguing. Michele stopped fighting. She held her son's cock loosely between her fingers and with her other hand she pried his fingers from the back of her head. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Just this once; and we never speak of it again ok?" David nodded his consent and Michele licked his earlobe and then stuck her tongue in his ear. Then she kissed him; and this time she inserted her tongue in his mouth. David groaned into his mother's sweet wet mouth. David felt his mother's feather-light touch on his manhood. Michele knew her son would come very quickly if she stroked him too hard. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and squeezed; it felt hot and spongy to touch; she explored his glans with her fingertip, running them around the corona and teasing his frenulum with a long fingernail. Her son's penis pulsed in her hand. "Please Mom," David pleaded for release and began to lift his hips up and down; trying to fuck his mother's hand. Michele smiled; her panties were soaked and she could smell her sex and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Then she began softly stroking her hand up and down the full length of David's cock. She stopped her upward stroke when her fingers slid over the rim of his glans, before sliding her hand right down to the base, lightly stroking his scrotum, and then sliding her fingers back up the shaft again. David trembled as his mother ran her hand slowly up and down the entire length of his shaft. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. He opened his eyes and grudgingly broke the kiss but he wanted to see what his mother was doing to him. Michele looked down too; her long fingers were wrapped around her son's turgid cock and were slowly stroking the erect organ; she saw a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leak from the eye and she smeared it over his glans with a fingertip. Waves of pleasure washed over David's body as his mother stroked and squeezed his hard cock, her scent and taste incensed him; he put his hand on her leg and opened her kick-pleat and stroked her gossamer-clad thigh as his penis began to convulse. Michele felt her son's penis begin to throb and his breathing suddenly became ragged and his hand slid inside her skirt and fondled her thighs. Despite her state of arousal Michele decided he was going too far and she tried to extricate his hand from under her skirt but it was too late. David refused to move his hand from his mother's leg; he squeezed her thigh so hard that his fingernails laddering her pantyhose. He held the wrist of her other hand as he fucked it; Michele was still absentmindedly stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. David let out a loud groan and his hips bucked as he thrust his cock up forcefully against her hand. David stiffened as his scrotum tightened and his cock swelled and pulsed in his mother's hand. "Oh Mom................" he groaned as his orgasm approached. "Oh my!" was the only thing Michele could manage to say. Then David grunted a choked rasp and his issue began to splatter over his mother's fingers, viscous threads of scalding semen flew though the air with each frenzied thrust of his mother's fist. Michele visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully up from David's cock. They arched upwards and streaked across her body and splattered onto her blouse to be followed in quick succession by another three powerful spurts that landed in her lap, pooling on the material of her skirt. Warm semen dribbled down the hem of her skirt and ran down her leg, soaking her nylons. Michele continued rubbing and stroking her son throughout his orgasm; she reasoned the damage was now done. Another shot of semen arched straight upwards, before splashing all over the cuff and lower part of the sleeve of her blouse, bringing a moan of annoyance from her as it ran down and soaked into the material. The remaining spurts were less powerful, soaking the skin on her delicate hand and running over and between her fingers which were still gripping her son's shaft; still sliding up and down its full length. David's orgasm subsided and the last droplets of his seed dribbled from the eye of his penis. "Oh my!" Michele repeated herself. She was suddenly very concerned about what she had just done with her son; she had let him cajole and coerce her into masturbating him and she was now experiencing intense feelings of regret. She realised the enormity of what had just occurred between them; she knew that she was as much to blame as her son but she wanted to blame David and to absolve herself. "Oh dear David! What have we done!" Michele wiped her hand on her skirt and quickly stood up. David just sat there, a feeling of utter content radiating through his body; he had a beatific smile on his face and his eyes were closed with contentment. Michele ran from the room; she climbed the stairs at a rush and locked herself in her bedroom. "Mom? Mom? What's wrong?" David called after her. Michele ripped off her clothes and threw herself under a scalding hot shower in her ensuite bathroom. "Oh dear Jesus; what have I done!" she cried. She soaped herself and to her own disgust she couldn't help but stroking her sensitive clitoris when she parted her labia and bathed her sex. Her imagination conjured up pictures of David's cock exploding and spattering her with his seed. "Oh god help me!" she impatiently pushed open the door of the shower and rushed out. Still soaking wet she scampered out of her bathroom and opened drawer where she kept her vibrator. She picked up her semen soaked blouse and put it to her face and breathed in the starchy scent of her son's spend as she pushed the vibrator deep inside her quivering snatch and turned it on. She fell to her knees in the throes of orgasm. Unbeknownst to her, David was listening at the door. To be continued... Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 02 Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks. She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent. As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him. "God! What about if he brags about it at school!!!" she said to herself, worried almost sick. But she couldn't control her desires or her fantasies. She masturbated with her vibrator at least once a day and sometimes more often. She had kept the semen stained blouse and she held it to her face when she masturbated and she couldn't help but imagine that it was her son thrusting into her with that rampant weapon of his rather than the cold plastic vibrator. They hardly ever touched each other and she tried not to be alone with him. If he came into a room she left it. Whenever David tried to bring up what had happened she cut him off. "It was a mistake............nothing bad happened......................and it will never happen again in any case," she said. "I don't want to talk about it David!" was all she had to say on the matter. It was during this period that David installed the wireless video camera in his mother's bedroom. He did it one day while she was at work; hiding it between the piles of blankets stacked on the top of her wardrobe; the lens barely visible. He had purchased the camera online and it was tiny; about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick. He could activate it remotely from his cell phone or from his computer. The camera also had a motion detector in the lens and would sit idle unless the motion detector detected a presence in the room when it would activate after a three minute delay. When he programmed the camera David figured that's about how long it would take for his mother to begin undressing once she entered her bedroom. Most of the time it recorded useless dark blurry images but sometimes he was rewarded with a strip show and occasionally his mother masturbated with the light on using the vibrator he knew she kept in her knicker drawer. When she masturbated with the light on she would look at pictures of young men in a magazine or put the satin blouse he had ejaculated into next to her face. David felt unloved and betrayed. His mother seldom talked to him and avoided touching him. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work. When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs. "Mom we can't keep going on like this." "I want to talk to you before we have dinner," David said. "You made dinner for us?" Michele smiled wanly at her son. "Yes; your favourite; now I want to tell something but I don't want you to get mad," he replied. "David I can't promise that; I don't know what you are going to say do I?" Michele said, frowning. "You know what I mean; I want you to let me finish what I'm going to say before you get mad," David answered. "I don't like the sound of this but go on," Michele said resignedly "I know you don't want to talk about what we did but you have to listen to me," David said. "David I.........." "Shut up and listen Mom!" David had never raised his voice to his mother like this before and she was quite shocked. "I've been to see the school counsellor." Michele paled visibly. "Don't worry, I haven't told him what happened between us; but I'm going to unless you start acting more loving towards me. You can't go on ignoring me and not touching me; it's torture!" "David I just don't want to get you; how did you put it? 'Tense.'" Michele replied. "Well it's like this Mom; if you don't start behaving better I'm going to tell the school counsellor that you masturbated me; that I was an unwilling participant but because you were my mother I didn't stop you." "It won't make any difference what you say to defend yourself or if you deny it; you know how society feels about sex with minors. Even if they believe that I was willing, you will still be judged to be guilty of incest with a minor and they might even tell the police," David said, callously. Michele was visibly shaken; her worst fear had come true. "David how can you be so cold!" she hissed. "No mother; how can you be so cold!" he spat back. "So here's the deal; you get that yummy arse of yours upstairs and get undressed and lie on the bed; then I'm coming up to massage you; and then we're having dinner. The massage will be a repayment for the one you gave me," David grinned. "Here's the deal young man; if you ever refer to my backside that way again I'll smack you across the mouth; and I'm not doing anything like what you ask. Don't be ridiculous David; I'm your mother!" Michele snapped back, quite enraged. "Ok Mom; wait a minute then; I have my counsellor's mobile number here in my cell-phone. She said I can call her any time I need to if I get any harmful feelings about myself. I feel the need to unburden myself," David smiled wickedly. Michele slapped the cell-phone from her son's hand. "Ok you little shit! It's tit for tat then! You can give me a back rub but I won't be naked; I'll take off my blouse and skirt but I'll have a towel over me," she said resignedly. "And your knickers," David whispered. "No David," Michele insisted. David picked up his cell-phone and began to play with the buttons. "Ok! Ok! Ok! I'll take off my knickers but the towel stays on!" Michele said. "Ok mommy; I'll see you in five then," David smiled. "You are a manipulative little bastard David. I'll never forgive you for this," Michele said, a single tear running down her face. Alone in her bedroom Michele stripped off her blouse and skirt. She shimmied out of her panties but she kept on her white satin half-slip, her lacy red brassiere and her black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing 'totally-nude' pantyhose that were almost transparent and they clung to Michele's buttocks and pubis like a second skin. She wished she had time to change into some control-tops so that she would be more protected but she could hear David's footsteps on the stairs. She grabbed a large bath towel and lay down on the bed, arranged her half-slip over her thighs and covered her buttocks with the towel. David came into his mother's bedroom full of anticipation and he was a little disappointed to see that his mother was still wearing a slip and a bra. "You're not naked!" he said disappointedly. "No David; the deal was blouse, skirt and knickers. You never stipulated slip, brassiere, stockings or shoes!" Michele said triumphantly. "You tricked me!" he whined. "Said the blackmailer to his victim; now stop whinging before I change my mind," Michele said exasperatedly. David kicked off his shoes and socks and then unbuckled his belt. "What the hell are you doing David?" Michele hissed. "Oh don't worry I'm leaving my undies and shirt on mom; you never stipulated I had to be fully dressed!" David snapped back. "Oh just get it over with!" Michele said resignedly, and buried her face in the pillow. Michele felt her son climb on the bed and then he straddled her body. It was immediately apparent that he had an erection; she could feel it on her buttocks even through the towel. David began to stroke his mother's back. Her skin was fair with a scattering of freckles. She had a few wrinkles as would be expected for a woman of her age and a little roll of fat around her waist. Michele had to admit that it was quite soothing having her back rubbed; she was exhausted from work and emotionally drained from arguing with her son. David was massaging her shoulders and the top of her arms and despite the lump she could feel on her bum, he was behaving himself. Michele relaxed a little and began to enjoy the massage. "You're not half-bad at this David," she mumbled, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. "Glad you like it mom," David smiled to himself. He took his time working on his mother's shoulders and arms and then down her back. By the time he got to her waist Michele was almost snoozing. Then she felt him scrunch down her body so that he straddling her legs. "David!" she warned. "Its ok mom I just needed to move down a bit so that I can get to your lower back." Michele could now feel her son's erection against her leg; as he kneaded her lower back Michele could feel him pressing it against her thighs. "David! What are you doing?" "I'm massaging you mom; just relax!" Michele felt reasonably safe; her buttocks and her sex were covered with her hose, slip and a towel, its not as if he was actually touching her anywhere inappropriate and he still had his underwear on. She let him continue and began to doze again after a few minutes. David waited until he heard his mother's breathing become deep and regular and then he pulled his cock out the front of Y-fronts. He had deliberately worn Y-fronts with this intent. His mother was unaware that her son was sliding his uncovered cock up and down her silken sheathed thigh. He looked down and saw the little silver trail of pre-seminal fluid on his mother's gossamer thin pantyhose. David was totally inflamed with lust; the feeling of his engorged member on his mother's nylon-clad thigh was exceedingly more arousing than the feelings he had experienced when she had wanked him. His cock was actually touching her body! He was dry-humping his mother without her even knowing! It was such a turn on that he was afraid he would come at any second. He would have to execute the next part of his plan soon. "MMMmmm," Michele purred. "That's quite good David; if you behave yourself I might let you do this again." "What are you up to now?" Michele asked when she felt David begin to move. Quickly David tore the towel off his mother's buttocks and spun around so that he was sitting on her buttocks facing her feet. Michele began to struggle violently and she kicked her feet in an effort to dislodge him. David laughed; she had no chance, he was far too strong. "David! David! Stop this at once!" she pleaded. David ignored her and rode her like a bronco; his cock fitted nicely in the crease of her buttocks and her satin slip felt wonderful against his sensitive organ; he was glad she had left it on. Michele could feel David's penis in the crevice of her buttocks and she soon figured out that her struggling was only providing him with further stimulation. She lay still. "David; I'm going to make you regret this later you little bustard!" She reproached him. David didn't care. "Oh don't be silly mom; I just want to massage your legs," he chuckled. "That wasn't part of the deal!" Michele felt ridiculous; pinned to her own bed with her son sitting on her arse to hold her down. David leant forward and slid his hands along his mother's legs; her nylons hissed in the quiet room and his cock, trapped between his mother's buttocks, began to throb. David stroked his mother's nylon-sheathed legs, rubbing his hands from her ankles all the way up to just above her knees. Michele had to admit that it was soothing and a little arousing; despite her predicament she could feel herself becoming moist. She wished she had kept her knickers on; it would not take long for her to soak the gusset of her gossamer-thin hose. She could tell that David was deliberately pushing his erection into the crevice of her bum; at least she still had two layers of fabric between his throbbing organ and her privates. If it was anyone other than her son doing it she would have to say that it felt quite sexy; but it was her son and it was wrong. But if she was honest with herself she would have to admit that it felt extremely sexy regardless. "Mmmmm,' she let out a little moan of contentment and David smiled. He gradually worked his hands higher and higher up his mother's silken legs until he was massaging her from her ankles to the tops of her thighs. "David.........." his mother cautioned him; but her heart wasn't in it. Michele was thoroughly enjoying the massage and her cunt was sending out little waves of pleasure; she doubted she would climax but she was certainly enjoying her son's ministrations. David slid his fingers under his mother's slip and began to squeeze the cheeks of her ample behind. "David......MMmmmmm; alright but you stop right there young man," Michele moaned. He flicked the slinky satin half-slip out of the way and was rewarded by the magnificent sight of his mother's round bum encased in the transparent 'totally-nude' pantyhose. He could see the dark fissure between her buttocks and a few wisps of pubic hair. His tumescent cock slid along the seamless nylon as he began to once again massage his mother's thighs and buttocks. "Magnificent!" he uttered. "Thank you; now behave yourself back there!" Michele laughed nervously. Michele knew that the situation had gotten totally out of her control but she was quite flattered that her son admired her bottom and was prepared to let him keep massaging her as long he didn't go any further. The whisper of her son's fingers on her nylon-clad legs and buttocks and the contented sighs of both Michele and her son filled the room. David's cock was now very close to exploding; the feel of his sensitive organ rubbing against his mother's silky arse was like having his cock caressed by butterfly wings. It was nearly time to execute the next part of his plan. Michele began to moan as she felt the sexual tension building; her sex was soaked and she longed to slide a finger in there, she was fully aroused and she decided that when David had finished massaging her she was going to bring herself off as soon as he left the room. She was conscious that her vagina was exuding the musky scent of arousal and she felt herself blush. She shivered. "MMMmmm that is nice David but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop now," Michele sighed. David grinned to himself and fumbled around in the folds of the quilt. Unbeknownst to his mother David had taken her vibrator from the top drawer of her bedside table before she came home from work and had had secreted it between the mattress and the base of her bed. When he had climbed on the bed he had tossed it on the quilt before he straddled her. "What are you doing now David?" Michele felt her son remove his hand from her and fumble around on the bed. David suddenly jammed the vibrator between his mother legs and pressed it to her sex and turned it on; instinctively Michele slammed her legs closed trapping the vibrator between her legs. "David................................Oh my god.................." Michele moaned as intense waves of pleasure wracked her body. She couldn't fight off her son now even if she wanted to; the vibrator pressing against her clitty invoked an earth-shattering orgasm. Michele writhed in ecstasy and her feet drummed on the bed. David slid off his mother's buttocks and worked the vibrator in and out of his mother's labia ensuring that the tip of the vibrator kneaded her clitty. Michele wantonly opened her legs to let her son work the vibrating plastic cock deeper inside her labia. She reached between her legs and slid her painted fingernails along the translucent gusset of her pantyhose and opened up a gaping hole. "Ohhhh David you little bastard..............Jesus...............oh my god!!!!" she moaned as David slid the pulsating toy into her vagina and thrummed her clitoris with his fingers. Michele shamelessly raised herself up on her knees so that David could work the vibrator in and out of her dripping snatch. She abandoned any pretext of decorum as waves of pleasure emanated from her throbbing cunt and ran through her body. Ripples of intense sexual gratification circled her pulsing vagina and David could actually feel his mother's cunt cling to the vibrator as he worked it in her. David moved between his mother's legs and fucked her with the vibrator as she bucked and writhed in pleasure. "Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!" Michele groaned wantonly, drumming her heels on the bed and shaking her head from side to side. David's cock was rock hard; the sight of his mother in the throes of orgasm as he plunged the vibrator in and out of her sopping cunt was the most erotic thing that he had ever seen. Michele's orgasm peaked and began to plateaux; it never actually fully receded and she wondered if she was going to be left in a constant state of arousal. Then she felt another orgasm building. "Oh my god David I'm coming again!" she cried and began to shake. David whipped the vibrator out of his mother's cunt and prodded at her hairy cunt-lips with his steel-hard cock. Michele felt her son trying to enter her and despite the fact that she knew it was terribly wrong she needed relief. David was amazed when his mother raised her buttocks like a bitch in heat and then reached between her legs and positioned his penis inside the folds of her labia at the entrance to her vagina. "Go on! Fuck me then! I know that's what you've always wanted!" Michele groaned. David slid into his mother's sweet buttery cunt; impaling her on his cock. Michele pushed back against her son and began to buck. David couldn't believe it! It was not only his first ever fuck; he was fucking his beautiful mother. He grasped her hips and began to grind himself against her so that her nylon-clad thighs stimulated his. Michele was still at plateaux; being taken from behind like this very erotic and she was extremely aroused; but it would not bring her to orgasm. She needed pressure on her clitoris and her son was too inexperienced to know how to do that from this position. To David's disappointment his mother fell forward and his cock slipped out of her cunt with an audible plop. He was not disappointed for long. Michele rolled over onto her back and opened her legs invitingly. David knelt between them and pulled her half-slip out of the way; his mother's cunt was framed by the hole she had ripped in her sheer hose. He wanted to explore it with his fingers; he wanted to taste it, but most all he wanted to fuck it. He tore off his Y-fronts and shirt so that he was naked. His mother lifted her buttocks up off the bed and wriggled her crotch at him. "Come on David; finish what you started. You've obviously planned this meticulously so take your spoils." "Fuck your mother David!" Michele moaned. David fell forward onto his mother's body and Michele wriggled her hips until she had his cock positioned at the entrance to her sopping vagina. She wrapped her arms around her son and lifted her legs and wrapped them around his lower back. She kissed him and let her tongue slide inside his mouth. She broke the kiss and licked David's ear and then she drove her tongue into his ear. "Fuck me David," she panted. She lifted her hips and drew his body to hers with her legs and he slowly slid inside her. Michele felt her son's cock fill her tight snatch and then his groin ground against hers; the base of his thick cock stimulated her clitoris and she ground her crotch against his and began to fuck her son. She controlled the rhythm, gradually increasing the pace until their bodies were slamming together making 'schlock-schlock-schlock' sounds as their bodies slammed into each other. She made sure that David kept stimulating her clitty; teaching her son his first lesson in the art of bringing a woman to orgasm. David was close to coming; his senses were overloaded; his cock was throbbing inside his mother's tight tunnel; the feel of her body against his, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her sex mingled with her perfume, the sensation of her stocking-clad legs sliding along his flanks and back, the scratching of her high-heels as she encouraged him to fuck her faster. Michele dug her heels into him, using them like spurs. Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 02 Michele felt her son's cock begin to spasm and she knew that he was about to come; she pulled his face to hers and kissed him and lifted her crotch up off the bed and ground her pubis against his; she writhed shamelessly underneath him and felt her release approaching. David groaned and his cock exploded; hot streams of semen spurted from his spasming cock as he went into an orgasmic paroxysm. "Oh mom; it feels so good! I love you mom; I love you!" he moaned. Michele's second orgasm for the evening enveloped her; it started as a spike of pure pleasure originating in her clitoris and then radiated through her cunt and then surged through her whole body. She kissed David hard, driving her tongue deep into his sweet wet mouth; she gripped his buttocks and squeezed, digging in her nails and pulling his groin hard against hers; her pulsating vagina milked her son of his seed. David ran his hands along his mother's legs enjoying the feel of her silken-hosed legs on his body. He responded to her kisses entwining his tongue with hers; his scrotum contracted, propelling the last of his issue deep inside his mother. Michele writhed and wriggled underneath him; she raked his back with her fingernails and grazed his flanks and lower back with her heels. Gradually the intensity of both mother and son's orgasm receded. David lay on top of his mother and lovingly kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks and her eyelids; he lazily stroked her thigh. His semi-erect cock was still buried inside her and every now and then it would spasm; Michele's vagina would also occasionally contract and clasp at his cock. Her cunt was hot, wet, and sticky and both of their pubic hair was matted with juices; small rivulets of semen seeped from Michele's slit. Michele kissed David back; and smiled up at him, her makeup smeared and her hair mussed; wet with perspiration. "So did I act more loving toward you as you requested?" she grinned. Before David could respond she put a finger to his lips. "Shhh David; now it's time for you to listen to me." "I'm not sure if this is what you planned when you blackmailed me into coming up to my bedroom but what has happened between us has now happened." David tried to reply but Michele pressed her finger harder on his lips. "David, I am as complicit in this as you are and I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed it; however we have to be extremely careful that no one ever finds out about us." "What do you mean finds out about us? Does that mean that this is going to happen again?" David asked incredulously. Michele smiled and playfully spanked his buttocks. "Yes David; if you want." "Oh god yes mom; I want!" David grinned and kissed his mother. "Lift off me please and I'll tell you how we are going to make sure we keep this a secret," Michele said, gently pushing her son off her body. Fifteen minutes later mother and son lay side by side on the bed; Michele still dressed in her pantyhose and high-heels, had shucked out of her slip and bra and David was lazily stroking her leg with one hand and manipulating one of her nipples with the other as he listened to her. Her pantyhose were stained and laddered and David unconsciously traced a run from her knee up to her thigh as his mother explained to him how they were going to keep their illicit relationship a secret. "And so David; do you understand how important it is that we keep this absolutely to ourselves?" Michele concluded. David nodded; he leant down and kissed her on the lips. His penis was beginning to harden again and it pressed into Michele's leg. Michele could feel her son's cock rubbing on her thigh and she felt a ripple of lust spread out through her body; she growled and reached for her son. "Now..................I wonder what this tastes like?" she smiled squeezing his turgid penis. To Be Continued. Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 03 Prologue: If you haven't read chapters 1 and 2 of this story you may have trouble following the plot. It was early evening and David Cashmore lay on his back on his mother's queen-sized bed; his mother, still fully clothed, straddled his naked body. She was performing fellatio on her son, slowly sliding her tongue along his shaft and then lapping at his pink glans, sucking the drops of pre-seminal fluid as they seeped from the eye of his cock. She was in no hurry to bring her son to orgasm and she was enjoying teasing him this way; making him plead for release. She hadn't decided yet if she was going to fuck him or bring him off in her mouth; she was enjoying being astride her eighteen-year-old boy, head-to-toe, his head buried under her skirt, his tongue lazily flicking over her soaking wet panties, tracing the outline of her labia through the translucent nylon. Neither of them was in rush; they had all night to explore each other. David had lain in wait for his mother to come home from work, nursing a painful erection but resisting the temptation to masturbate. As soon as his mother entered her bedroom David had thrown her on the bed and began to kiss and fondle her. She laughed and pretended to fight him off but she had been half-expecting him to do something like this. They hadn't had sex for a couple of days at her insistence because Michele Cashmore's sister had come to visit and she didn't want her sister to get even the slightest hint of what she and her son were up to. A couple of times during the visit David had openly flirted with his mother when his Aunt wasn't in the same room; one time he had even slid his hand under her skirt and pawed at her sex. "David! Stop it! You want me to go to jail and you to go into a boy's home?" Michele hissed at her son. "I told you when we started this thing David; it would only work if we maintain total secrecy! No one must ever suspect!" Subdued and a little dejected, David had behaved himself for the rest of his Auntie's visit. He had spent a lot of time locked in his bedroom masturbating into his mother's panties whilst looking at the secret videos he had taken of them having sex together. If his mother found out she would kill him; but he was intelligent enough to know that he could never show the videos to anyone else. Besides; he would never do that. Ever since he and his mom began fucking each other three months ago he had become very jealous of her. He hated watching other men ogle his mother and he hated it even more when they tried to chat her up. At forty-eight Michele Cashmore was still an attractive woman with a buxom figure, great legs, and nice breasts. And so the afternoon his Aunty left David had stripped and hid in his mother's wardrobe waiting for her to come home from work and he leapt on her as soon as she came through the door. Michele struggled with her son but she knew that he would want to take her while she was fully clothed. Her son loved to fuck her in her business suits and even when they slept together he insisted that she wear a bustiere or a corset or at least a garter belt and stockings. Her lingerie bills had gone through the roof since she started fucking her son! She had managed to take off her suit coat but that is as far as she had been able to get undressed before her son had forced his head under her skirt and begun to slaver at her cunt. She was as sexually frustrated as he was and as soon as his wet tongue slid across her moist sex she had melted and stopped fighting him. Michele had rolled her son over and straddled him in the classic sixty-nine position. "If you rip my skirt or ladder my stockings David you'll get a good hiding!" she whined, exasperated by her son's impatience. "Oh yes please Mommy," David chuckled, his muffled voice came from under her skirt. "Of shut up and lick me," Michele sighed, and lowered her face to her son's throbbing cock. Michele gently ran her fingertips along David's shaft admiring the contrast her ruby-red fingernails made against the pale skin of her son's penis; blue veins throbbed under the translucent flesh of his shaft. She loved David's cock! It was long, thick and proud. It was almost arrogant when erect and delicate and demure when flaccid. Which she had to say was not very often; at eighteen her son was at the peak of virility. Michele had never thought of penises as having personalities before; not that she had seen that many, but ever since she had started shagging David she had come to the conclusion that her son's dick had a certain quality and character. That was another thing. She had never used words like cock, dick, cunt, tits, fuck, or shag before she started her incestuous tryst with her son. Now, when she was randy, which she seemed to be all the time recently, she liked to use those naughty words. "Ooooooohhhhh!" David had pulled aside the gusset of his mother's panties and his tongue was now lapping at her engorged clitoris. Michele lowered her mouth over David's trembling phallus and began to suck. She would bring him to climax in her mouth; they could fuck later! "Mom are you home? Are you upstairs?" a voice called from the stairway preceding the sound of heels climbing the treads. "Fuck!!!" Michele spat out her son's cock just as he started to climax. His semen spattered against her face and neck and gobs of it clung to her dark blue satin blouse. Michele scrambled off her son and got to her feet in a panic; David was completing the job his mother had started using his hand. "Get up you fucking lunatic! That's your fucking sister!" Michele hissed, scampering for the door. "Jennifer! I'm just taking a shower! Make yourself a cup of tea and I'll be down in a minute!" Michele called out through the bedroom door. As soon as she heard her daughter's footfalls descending the staircase she turned to her son. "David; go to your room quickly! Don't come down for about half an hour or so ok?" "What the fuck does she want?" David whined. "David! Go to your room now!" Michele didn't have time to deal with a petulant schoolboy. She had nearly been caught flagrante delicto with her son and her heart was racing. She pulled off her high-heels and kicked them towards the closet and hastily began to strip. David sat on the bed amused at his mother's turmoil; when she shucked out of her knickers David grabbed them off the bed. "Souvenir!" he laughed. "Get the fuck out of here you silly boy before we get caught!" Michele hissed and slapped David on the buttocks. It was a little bit more than a playful slap and David realised that his mother was really angry. He went over to the door and opened it slightly and, seeing the coast was clear, silently padded down the hall to his bedroom. He put his mother's knickers in the drawer with the others he had commandeered and selected the crustiest pair out of his collection and took them with him to the bathroom. He tossed them into the laundry basket and climbed into the shower. David kept a small collection of his mother's knickers in the drawer as masturbatory aids. When he collected a new pair he would return the oldest pair to the laundry basket so that his mother could have them back. His mother knew of this arrangement and did not object; she also gave him her laddered pantyhose and stockings; often spraying them with her perfume and hiding them under his pillow as a special treat. Michele lathered herself in the shower and wondered how Jennifer had come so close to catching her with David and then she remembered that Jennifer had still had a key to the front door. "Who keeps a fucking key that long?" she said to herself. Her fingers found the folds of her sex and she quickly finished the task her son had started; an orgasm wracked her body and she fell gasping against the glass wall of the shower. Fifteen minutes later Michele threw her soiled blouse and skirt into the laundry basket and went downstairs. She was dressed in a beige skirt, white satin blouse, tan low-heels and taupe pantyhose. Although she wore a brassiere she had forgone panties because her pantyhose had a control-top. She had thrown on a little makeup and lipstick; her hair was still wet and she was flushed. Michele's thirty-two year old daughter Jennifer sat sobbing on the couch; a cup of tea, untouched and cooling on the coffee table in front of her. Michele sat beside her daughter and put her arm around her. "I've finally left the bastard mom! I can't stand him any more!" she sobbed. Michele was well aware of her daughter's marital problems but when she had tried to offer her daughter advice Jennifer told her in no uncertain terms to butt out. She had watched her daughter's descent into misery unable to help. These last few months Michele felt even guiltier because she and her son were so happy together. "I've come home Mom," Jennifer announced, wiping her tears and forcing a smile. "I've come back to live with someone who loves me," she smiled wanly at her mother. "Well Jennifer....................I don't know..................there's me and David and the house isn't that big......." Michele stuttered, astonished at her daughter's proposal. "It's ok Mom! I've got it all worked out!" her daughter was now positively beaming, smiling through her tears. "I've already got a job temping in the city; it pays well and I only want to stay here long enough to save enough money to get my own flat ok?" "Well I guess so; but what happened to the money you and Paul had saved?" Michele responded. Jennifer started sobbing again; her mascara ran down her cheeks in rivulets. "The bastard gambled away the lot! What he didn't gamble he spent on booze and drugs!" "You know the arsehole even wanted me to go on the game!" "He said I did nothing but sit around the house; that I couldn't even give him children; that I might as well put my fanny to good use!" Jennifer began to sob uncontrollably and Michele took her daughter in her arms to comfort her. "Shh.........Shh.......everything will be alright," she said soothingly stroking her Jennifer's hair. But it wouldn't be alright would it? Michele couldn't believe that even as she consoled her daughter she was thinking about how her staying here would ruin her sex life. Jennifer eventually stopped sobbing and Michele bought her some tissues and went into the kitchen to make them a fresh cup of tea. Jennifer wiped her face and pulled out her cosmetics case. Like daughter; like mother, Jennifer had her mother's dress sense and style. She fixed her mascara and eyeliner and applied a coat of plum-red lipstick; she brushed her hair and sprayed fresh perfume on her neck. David padded down the stairs and came into the lounge; his older sister sat on couch and his mom called out from the kitchen. "Do you want a cup of tea David; I made a fresh pot?" "Yes please! Hi Jen" David said to his sister. "Hello David," she replied closing her legs and pulling at the hem of her skirt. She was wearing a red leather miniskirt, black pantyhose and white high-heels and she could see her legs had attracted her brother's attention. She had been sitting quite unladylike with her legs open and her skirt hiked up while she talked with her mother. Jennifer; sixteen years older than her brother, felt she was more like his aunt than his sister because of the age gap. They didn't see each other that often but as her brother had grown up she had noticed his fascination with older women. She was aware that David had a penchant for mature women and particularly liked to look at their legs and up their skirts if he could. One time she had taken him down to the shopping centre; she left him on his own while she went to the loo and when she returned she found him staring through the pane-glass window of a shoe store where a mature woman was trying on different pairs of high-heels. Whenever the woman bent down to try on a new pair her skirt opened up and revealed her pantyhosed thighs and her white nylon panties. Jennifer was about to say something when she noticed that David's hand was surreptitiously stroking the bulge in the front of his jeans. A curious feeling flushed through her body and she turned away and called his out name when she was far enough away for him not to be suspicious that she had seen him. Later that day she had found him waiting at bottom of the escalator; when the lady from the shoe shop stepped onto it he got on behind her and spent the ride looking up her skirt all the way to the top floor. Jennifer was going to say something when they got home but she decided against it, it wasn't up to her to discipline her brother, and besides it was probably just teenage hormones. She did become very suspicious of him when she found semen stains in a pair of her soiled knickers after her mother had bought David around for a visit. Also she was sure that she had left a pair of her best sheers hanging up to dry in the bathroom and they were missing. She was going to confront her brother this time but she was too embarrassed, besides it could just as easy be her sleazy husband Paul. He had once insisted on shagging her on the deserted top deck of a double-decker bus. He was pissed of course and she had struggled vehemently with him but in the end he had bent her over the back of the seat in front of them and taken her from behind. He hadn't even removed her knickers; just ripped open her tights, put his cock under the leg-hole of her panties, pushed himself inside her and spent himself after about three thrusts. She had felt used and degraded but she became enraged when they got home and he ripped off her knickers and shoved them in his pocket. "I'll have to show the boys at work otherwise they won't believe me will they?" he smirked. "Besides they'll come in handy when I want a wank." Jennifer hated her husband by this time but there was far worse to come. David looked appreciatively at his sister's legs and then went into the kitchen. "What's she doing here," he mouthed wordlessly at his mother. "She's come to stay," Michele whispered back. "Tea's nearly ready Jen!" Michele shouted through the kitchen door, and turned around reached up to get the sugar off the shelf. "What about us? What about this?" David replied and quickly strode over to his mother. He put his hand firmly around her waist and held her still while he thrust his other hand under her skirt and slid a finger inside her slit, pushing the silky nylon of her control-top pantyhose inside her. He jammed his thumb against her sphincter and ground it against her anal bud. "Oooohhhh!" Michele moaned. Michele couldn't control her body's response and she moistened immediately. But she was well aware of the danger David was putting them in with his sister in the next room. She drove her heel into his foot and David released his mother but stayed pressed against her. She spun around and put her lips next his ear. "You'll get us fucking-well caught and then we'll both be fucked," Michele whispered into her son's ear. Her breath! Her proximity! Her perfume! David was instantly erect. Michele patted the bulge at the front of her son's jeans and kissed the side of his mouth. "We'll work something out," she whispered and pushed him away. "Oh Jen! Sorry I didn't notice you standing there," Michele said, surprised to see her daughter standing in the doorway. David moved away from his mother and leaned on the back of a kitchen chair. Jennifer thought she caught sight of an erection in her brother's jeans but she couldn't be sure. "I though I'd give you a hand to bring in the tea," she said. Her brother and her mother were both blushing; what had they been doing? Were they talking about her! Were they discussing her failed marriage; saying "I told you so" behind her back? They had been standing very close to each other so maybe they had been saying things they didn't want her to hear. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks! Her brother did have an erection and that looked like her mother's lipstick on the side of his mouth. Oh God no! Surely Not! She must be imagining these awful things because she was so upset. "Now that's a coincidence," Jennifer said a little maliciously. "You both have wet hair. You were both having a shower when I arrived?" she said almost accusingly. "In the early evening; not before you go to bed like usual?" She went on. "David has been giving me hand working in the garden, we came in just as it got dark so of course we had a shower you silly girl." "Now let's see to this tea," Michele said putting the matter to rest. "See what I mean," Michele turned and mouthed silently to her son as she followed her daughter into the lounge. David helped Jennifer helped unload her little car and carry her meagre belongings up to the third bedroom. He was sulky; he didn't want his sister staying here. He and his mother had a great thing going and now his older sister was going to fuck it up! Jennifer unpacked her belongings and went to use the toilet. She shucked down her hose and knickers and sat on the toilet and peed. She wiped herself and pulled up her underwear, smoothing her pantyhose over her knickers. She washed her hands and then something caught her attention. The laundry basket. Jennifer looked inside it and on the top was her mother's dark-blue satin blouse and under it her skirt. She rummaged around but she couldn't find any gardening clothes. Very suspicious. "Yuck!" she yanked her hand out of the basket. She had touched something slimy in there. She looked at her fingers and saw that they were covered with a clear sticky substance. She bought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. "Oh my god!" The unmistakeable smell of semen assaulted her nose. She wiped her hand and carefully pulled her mothers blouse out of the hamper. The front of the blouse had three distinct wet stains; one of which was undeniably a wad of semen. Had her brother been wanking into the laundry hamper? She wouldn't put it past the little pervert. There was something strange going on in this house and she was going to get to the bottom of it! A month later the Cashmore house had settled into a routine. Michele went to work in the city and Jennifer phoned the temp agency every Monday to find out where she would be temping that week; usually as a secretary. When he wasn't at school David moped around the house and made no effort to hide his dissatisfaction with the current arrangement. He and his mother were careful not give away any hint of their sexual relationship while Jennifer was around. As promised his mother had worked something out. Every Saturday she would take David 'shopping'; in fact they checked into a motel and shagged each other senseless all afternoon. It was not the best of arrangements but it would have to do until Jennifer left. David was still horny all the time and having two attractive mature women in the house, both of whom were usually dressed in business suits or skirts, hose, and heels and who wore heavy makeup and perfume, made the situation even more frustrating. One evening Michele and her daughter were both sitting on the couch nattering; they had just come home from work and both of them were still dressed in their office attire. They had both kicked off their high-heels and Michele began to absentmindedly rub her feet against her daughters as they chatted. David noticed of course. He was getting very aroused watching these two fell-dressed mature women playing footsy with each other. The smell of their feet and perfume wafted up to his nose and the hiss and rustle of their nylons rubbing together sounded very sensual. Michele became aware of the effect that her absentminded foot play was having on her son and she deliberately began to stroke her daughter's feet and calves with her toes. Jennifer found it quite comforting and she appreciated her mother's diminutive display of motherly love. Michele briefly but deliberately looked at her son and gave him a sly wink and David nearly came in his pants. He raced upstairs and switched on his computer and masturbated while he watched a video of he and his mother fucking on her bed. Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 03 And so it came to be one Saturday when Michele and David were out 'shopping' for the afternoon that Jennifer's curiosity got the better of her. She tentatively entered her brother's bedroom. It smelled of boy. Football socks, dirty underwear and a pair of dirty jeans were tossed on the unmade bed. The wardrobe door was half-open, as were the dresser drawers; the room was cluttered with magazines, empty soft drink cans and chip packets scattered on the desk. Posters were tacked here and there on the walls. Surprisingly given that her brother was only eighteen they were not the sort of posters one might have expected; girl groups and heavy metal rock bands. They were mainly pictures of older celebrities. There was Dolly Parton, Tina Turner, Kylie Minogue, Gwen Steffani and Christina Aguilera all showing a lot of leg in their short skirts and heels. Jennifer went over to David's desk and sat down. She opened a drawer. Chewing gum, old magazines and brick-a-brack. She opened another drawer. Bingo! It was stuffed with knickers, nylon stockings and pantyhose. She could see the come stains on the underwear and the smell of stale semen was very strong. She giggled. "You naughty boy David." She was not too surprised; she knew that teenage boys often developed panty fetishes and she was well aware that David had a fixation for women's legs so the collection of panties and nylons made sense. She closed the drawer without disturbing anything. She hadn't recognised any of the panties as hers so they were obviously her mother's. She smiled wickedly. She speculated if her mother wondered where her knickers were disappearing? She turned on the computer; it was in hibernate mode and the screen came up straight away. Being a secretary Jennifer was pretty computer savvy and she searched the drives and folders looking for anything naughty. She found nothing; only boring school assignments and games. His internet browsing history had been deleted as were his recently used file lists for most of the programs; a sure sign that her brother had something on his PC that he didn't want others to see. She opened his My Document folder and selected 'show hidden files and folders' on the tools menu. Bingo again! A shaded folder appeared on the screen labelled: MILF. She opened the folder and found a collection of video files. She played a few of them. They were all movies of attractive mature women having sex with young men. The women in the videos were in various states of undress; very few were naked and most of them were fully clothed or dressed in lingerie and heels. Jennifer didn't really like pornography but there was something about the young men fucking these attractive, older, well-dressed women that made her a little hot. She guiltily looked over her shoulder and quickly slid a hand inside her panties; she parted her labia and was not surprised to find that she was moist down there. She gave herself a quick stroke; she shuddered and pulled her hand from under her skirt. "Not now Jennifer you naughty girl; we've got work to do," she giggled to herself. There was another folder inside the MILF folder; it was labelled MOM. "Mmmm I wonder what this could be?" she sighed. When she bought up the first video stream she was shocked. Her mother lay naked on her bed; her back was arched and she lifted herself up on her ankles as she thrust a vibrator in and out of her vagina. Every few seconds she took the vibrator out of herself rubbed it on her clitoris. She watched her mother climax and then lie panting on the bed for a minute before she put the vibrator into the top drawer of her bedside table. Jennifer closed the file; her face pale, her hands trembling. "My God David; what have you done?" she whispered to the empty room. Was her brother secretly filming their mother? Surely her mother wasn't aware that she was being filmed; at least it didn't appear that way in the video. She double clicked another file and she was certain that her heart skipped a beat when she saw the contents. She couldn't breathe; she nearly blacked out. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. It was fascinating. Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing heavy makeup and gold jewellery. Her legs were spread wide, her back was arched and her face was contorted in ecstasy. She held David's face in her hands while he performed cunnilingus on her. The video had been spliced and suddenly the scene changed; David was between his mother's legs plowing into her with long slow strokes. Her mother's legs were wrapped around her son's back and her heels raked his flanks urging him on; they were kissing each other passionately. Although there was no sound Jennifer could tell when they climaxed; her mother drummed her heels on David's back and her red fingernails ploughed red furrows in his flesh. David pounded in and out of his mother emptying his seed into her. The clip concluded with them kissing and petting each other like lovers. Jennifer was dumbfounded, but she had to admit she was also a little aroused; her panties clung to her sex. "Jesus! What are you two to doing? Are you both crazy?" she said to the empty room; her head spinning. She opened up the remaining files. They were a litany of lust and depravity: cunnilingus, fellatio, masturbation and intercourse. She noticed that in most of the videos her mother was dressed in lingerie, hose and heels; in fact in some of them she hardly took off her clothes. David seemed to like fucking his mother in various states of undress but hardly ever naked. In one clip her mother masturbated him with her stockinged feet and he ejaculated over her soles and toes. Jennifer closed the files and removed any evidence that she had logged into the computer. She sat in the chair thinking and then it dawned on her. The camera! The camera had to hidden in her mother's bedroom! She stood up and strode away form the desk. Jennifer stood in her mother's bedroom and stared at the bed. "This is where he fucks her," she said to herself. It took no time at all to find the camera David had hidden between the blankets stacked on the top of the wardrobe. She stood on a chair and removed it. It was about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick and had a small wire aerial on the back. There was also a small LED on the back; it glowed a dull red indicating the camera was switched off. David must somehow activate it remotely she reasoned. She carefully replaced the camera and made her way over to her mother's bed. She sat down on the bed, her head spinning. Just what the hell was going on this house? Her eyes suddenly locked on the drawer of the bedside table. She slowly opened the drawer and reached inside. Her hand explored the contents of the drawer, mainly lingerie and nylons and then her fingers closed on a cold hard plastic cylinder. Her mother's vibrator. Jennifer examined the cylindrical object critically; she had never used one but she had heard about them and seen them advertised. It was silver, shiny and smooth with a tapered tip. She flicked the switch and was quite surprised at how intensely it vibrated in her hand. She bought it to her face and lightly ran it over her cheek. Could she smell a scintilla of her mother's vaginal juices? She put it on her leg and rubbed it on her thigh; it was quite sensual. The images of her mother masturbating with this very object and of her fucking David on this very bed came flooding back. She slid the vibrator slowly up her thigh, under her skirt and in the crease at the top of her leg. She shivered and felt herself become wet again. She rubbed the vibrator up and down her legs; it hissed against her nylon pantyhose. Jennifer looked at her watch; mom and David wouldn't back for at least an hour. She lay back on her mother's bed and rubbed the vibrator up and down her thighs slowly building up her sexual fervour. When she could stand the suspense no longer she flicked up her dress fully exposing her lower body. She ran the vibrator lightly over her sex, still covered by her hose and panties. The vibrations were highly arousing and she couldn't help but push the object hard against her labia; pressing the material of her panties and hose into her pubis. This was too frustrating. She put the vibrator down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pantyhose and yanked them down her thighs and then she snatched up the vibrator and jammed it against her cunt. "Ooooohhhh!" Now she knew why some of her girlfriends insisted that vibrators were better than men. She parted her labia and probed her vagina with the hard plastic tool, she put the tip against her clitoris and waves of sexual delight washed over her body. "Oooooh yessssss!" she hissed. She pushed the vibrator inside her and fucked herself with long slow strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand for a few minutes until she felt her orgasm approaching. Then she removed the vibrator from her vagina and pushed against her clitoris. She came. Her whole body shuddered and her feet drummed on the bed. She moaned and writhed as her clitty resonated with surges of intense pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go forever and then it slowly subsided. "Oh my god that was intense!" she sighed, pulling up her pantyhose and panties. She stood up and adjusted her underwear and smoothed out her skirt. She was feeling guilty now and anxious to get out of her mother's bedroom. She took the vibrator into the ensuite and carefully washed it, but she couldn't help having a quick sniff before she did so. It reeked of her vaginal juices. She carefully replaced the vibrator in the drawer and straightened out the bedding on her mother's bed. She looked around a final time to make sure that she left the room was exactly as she found it. She switched off the light and closed the door. In the dark deserted bedroom, between the blankets stacked on the top of Michele Cashmore's wardrobe, the small lens of the camera was barely visible. The tiny LED on the back of camera glowed green. To be continued... Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 04 The Cashmore house was quiet and tense all day Sunday; you could have cut the tension with a knife. Jennifer was perplexed; she didn't know whether to confront her mother, her brother, or just leave their dirty secret a dirty secret. Michele could tell that something was bothering her daughter; Jennifer had been cold and remote ever since she and David had returned from their Saturday afternoon fuck-fest. Did she suspect? Did she know something? Michele was worried. She cornered David in the kitchen just after lunch. "She knows David! She knows something!" Michele hissed. "Settle down mom; she's just moody is all," David whispered. "She's separated from her husband and cooped up here with us; no wonder she's batty; but why would she suspect anything?" David stroked his mother's shoulder and, checking to make sure the door was closed, he kissed her quickly on the lips. "Jesus David I wish she'd move out; this sneaking around is very unnerving," Michele sighed. "But fun though," David slid his hand under his mothers skirt and stroked the front panel of her satin panties. "Stop it you naughty boy," Michele giggled and squeezed the bulge in the front of her son's trousers; she traced the outline of his manhood through his denim jeans with a long red fingernail and then pushed him away. "Not in the house!" she mouthed silently at him and turned on her heels for the door to the lounge room. She flicked up the hem of her skirt giving David a quick peek at her red satin bikini panties; she smiled mischievously at him and then opened the door and stepped into the lounge. David went up to his room and fired up his computer. He opened up the hidden 'MILF' folder. The folder contained a subfolder called 'MOM'; a new shaded subfolder now existed beside it. It read 'SIS'. David opened it up and opened the video file. He watched the video footage he had secretly taken of his sister as she lay on his mother's bed. She was fully clothed but had pulled down her pantyhose and knickers and was fucking herself with her mother's vibrator. She pushed the vibrator inside her vagina and fucked herself with long slow strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand. She removed the throbbing vibrator and ran it over her clitty and screwed up her eyes as her orgasm shook her. David opened the top drawer of his desk and removed the items he had stolen from the laundry basket earlier that day. It was the very same pair of panties still entangled in the sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose that his sister was wearing in the video. David bought the flimsy garments to his face and inhaled his sister's scent. The aromas of her perfume and vaginal secretions assaulted his nose and he released his thickening penis from his flies and began to stroke it. He desperately wanted to wrap the knickers and hose around his cock and come in them but he was saving them for something special. Instead he reached into the drawer again and extracted a pair of his mother's stockings. He draped the leg of a stocking over his penis and gasped as the diaphanous fabric slid over his glans. He tightened his grip and began to frantically pump his engorged organ, he was close to climax in seconds. The beige coloured nylon suddenly darkened as he ejaculated and his semen soaked into the stocking. The stain spread and gobbets of creamy ejaculate seeped through the sheer fabric and stuck to his fingers. David groaned and inhaled the odours infused in his sister's panties as his orgasm washed over him. He stared at the video of his sister fucking herself with the vibrator and smiled wickedly. As he cleaned himself up, wiping his slowly subsiding erection with his mother's stocking, he thought about how he would execute his cunning plan. His plan was bold. It was risky and could easily backfire but he had to confront his sister before she told anyone about he and his mother's illicit behaviour, or even worse, confronted his mother. David had not consulted his mother regarding his cunning plan and had certainly not confirmed her suspicions that Jennifer knew about their incestuous relationship. David worked on his computer late into the night, stopping only for a quick dinner, and once again to masturbate; this time to video footage of him fucking his mother doggy style. She was fully clothed and he had hiked up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and pushed himself into the folds of her sopping cunt and fucked her until she screamed with excitement and ground her ample buttocks against his groin as she came; then he had pulled out and shot his load over her back and her arse-cheeks and thighs. His spunk pooled on her skirt and ran in rivulets down her plump white buttocks and thighs and soaked into the welts of her stockings. His mother had chided him about coming over her good suit but he had caught her on his hidden camera the next day masturbating while she licked the crusty dried semen stains off her skirt. Monday morning his mother and sister had left for work. David had dressed in his school uniform and made a pretext of preparing himself for another school week. When the house was vacant he went up to his bedroom and began to compose an email. He waited until nine thirty then he called Jennifer on the office phone where she was temping as a secretary. As soon as he heard her say hello he hung up. Sure that his sister was at her desk he clicked the send button on the email and waited for a response. The email read: 'Jennifer, I know you know. I also know about you! We need to talk. Come home for lunch; tell no one! Hope you like the attachments. Love, David' David had attached several screenshots of his sister lying her mother's bed fucking herself with her mother's dildo. Jennifer paled and nearly fainted when she opened the email. She started to shake and had to gasp for air to get her breathing under control. She looked vigilantly around the office and confirmed that no one could see her computer screen in her small cramped cubicle. She opened the email attachments again. "The little fuck!" she whispered. It was obvious to her now that somehow David had somehow activated the hidden camera in their mother's bedroom. She was sure that the camera wasn't recording when she had sat down on her mother's bed, but somehow that bastard had activated the camera and filmed her masturbating with her mother's vibrator. Maybe the camera was on a timer or had a motion sensor or something! The fact of the matter was; it didn't matter! Her brother now had evidence of her own indiscretions. Sure; it was not as dreadful as the evidence she had of her brother's incest but it was damning just the same. She was sure her brother was going to blackmail her with the video footage to make sure she that didn't tell anyone about his incestuous relationship with their mother! She picked up her cigarettes and stomped out of the office after first locking her computer. She stalked up and down the outside smoking area puffing on one cigarette after another as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. She sat down on a bench and put her face into her hands and quietly sobbed. She pulled herself together and set her resolve. She would go home at lunchtime and confront the little weasel! Jennifer looked up and saw that a middle-aged man in a business suit was sitting across from her staring intently at her legs. In her distressed state she had allowed her skirt to ride up and her legs to spread far enough apart to reveal the dark bands of her control-top pantyhose and her white satin panties under the dark nylon gusset. The man had an obvious erection tenting the front of his trousers. "Here! Get a fucking eyeful you fucking perv!" Jennifer spat, spreading her legs wide and showing off the crotch of her panties under her control-tops. The man was shaken from his reverie and looked guiltily away; the other smokers in the small smoking area stared at her incredulously. "Fucking men! They're all perverts!" she screeched at the small group of stunned onlookers. The got to her feet, smoothed her skirt and stormed off; her high-heels echoing off the concrete path. She replied to the email David had sent her. 'See you at lunch' At twelve thirty David sat at his computer desk in his bedroom; the curtains were drawn; only the light of his desk lamp illuminated the room. He heard the front door open and close and then the click-clack of his sister's high-heels on the stairs. The door opened slowly and Jennifer entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She had fixed her makeup and composed herself in the car on the way over. She smelled of freshly applied perfume, Poison, David's favourite, and cigarette smoke. David looked up from where he sat in front of his computer screen and grinned at her. "You evil little bastard," Jennifer hissed. "I never thought I'd see the day when I would come to hate my own brother!" "Easy sis! Let's not let our emotions run away on us here; we can fix both of our problems quite easily," David smiled. Jennifer looked at the computer screen and saw that David had placed the cursor over an icon that was named 'Send All'. She knew that David majored in computer science at school and that he was a whiz at program writing and coding; this didn't bode well. "Let me explain how this is going to work," David said. "I'm sure you have heard of phisting, worms, viruses, hacking and backdoors and other such Internet jargon haven't you Jennifer?" She nodded her head in response amazed at her brother's audacity. Here she was about to confront him about his incestuous relationship with their mother and he was giving her a lecture about computer programming! "Well yesterday, using techniques I won't bore you with, I hacked into your work and personal computers and stole your email address books and your login and passwords for your messenger and personal network sites." "All I have to do is click this button and the streaming video of you fucking yourself with mom's vibrator will be sent to every person in your email address books and be posted on your Facebook and Twitter websites." Jennifer inhaled abruptly as she watched her brother circle the cursor around the 'Send All' button. She had expected him to blackmail her with the video footage but not to this extent. "Your secret's safe David; do you really think I'd tell anyone about you and mom your dirty little secret? Do you really think I'd see my own mother go to jail and the family shamed?" "Oh no; I didn't really think you would do that. I thought you might tell mom what you knew and threaten her to make her stop. But that's not going to happen now is it?" David replied smarmily. "Ok! You win David. Now I'd appreciate if you would spend the rest of the day dismantling your little program. I'm going back to work and then I'm going to look for my own apartment; I can't stay here knowing what's going on under this roof!" Jennifer turned on her heels to leave. "Not so fast Jennifer!" David barked. She spun around and saw that he still held the cursor over the send button. "That's not all I want!" Jennifer paled; what could the little fuck want now? Money? "Show me," David whispered, his voice croaked. "Show you what?" Jennifer answered, exasperated. "You know what," he murmured. Jennifer felt faint; David's eyes locked on her thighs and then scanned her legs and lower body. Surely he couldn't mean........... "I want to see them," he grunted. "David you don't mean..........." her voice trailed off as she looked into her brother's cold blue eyes. "LIFT YOUR SKIRT RIGHT NOW!!!!" his bellow echoed around the quiet empty house and Jennifer visibly jumped. David deliberately moved the cursor over the send button and gently tapped the mouse. "Five, four, three, two..................." "Ok! Ok! Ok!" Jennifer beseeched him; holding out her hands as a sign of her supplication. "David; are sure you want to do this? I'm your sister and I'm thirty-two years old and you're only eighteen for god's sake!" she begged. "Three, two, one.........." Jennifer shot her hands down to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to lift it up her thighs. She had worn a teal business suit to work this morning; the skirt was lined so she hadn't worn a slip, the hem rested six inches above her knees; a kick-pleat was tailored into the rear of the skirt. She wore a salmon-pink satin camisole blouse to complement the suit, and four-inch stiletto pumps. She had selected a pair of expensive high-sheen taupe control-top pantyhose, white full-cut satin panties and matching bra to complete her lingerie ensemble. Like her mother, Jennifer was a little plump with great legs large breasts and an attractive face. She wore her hair in a jet-black bob which she kept dyed and coiffured. She wore heavy makeup: blue, pink and green eyeshadow to complement her suit and her hazel eyes, black mascara and eyeliner, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick and nailpolish. Jennifer liked gold jewellery: gold drop earrings glittered through her black hair, a gold necklace and pendant-set accentuated her décolletage which was nicely framed by the scalloped-neck camisole, gold bangles, bracelets and a large gold watch glittered on her wrists. She had gold rings on most of her fingers; conspicuously absent were her wedding band and engagement ring. She even had a fine gold chain clipped around her left ankle; it sparkled in the dim light reflecting little flickers of light glistening along her lustrous hosiery. David gasped as the hem of his sister's skirt slid slowly up her thighs; the room was deathly quiet and he could hear the gentle rasp of the material of her skirt as is slid along her nylons. He could hear his own deep breaths and those of his sister. She was sobbing, but almost silently, she wasn't crying, no tears ran down her cheeks. Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to send her conscious self to another place. "Keep going Sis; all the way up," David whispered when she faltered. Jennifer felt the cool air against her thighs as her skirt rose higher; the dark coffee-coloured bands of her control-tops came into view. The expensive hosiery glistened; the hosiery did not have a cotton gusset sewn into the crotch and Jennifer's white full-cut satin panties could be discerned through the darker nylon of the control-top pantyhose. David's cock was rampant; seeing his sister close up in real life was infinitely more arousing than the video he had of her or the touch and the smell her soiled panties. She looked gorgeous and smelt divine. Her perfume drifted to his nose and he inhaled her scent. She stood stock still, eyes closed, holding the hem of her skirt delicately in her fingers, her red-painted fingernails in stark contrast to the teal fabric of the skirt. Her well-toned legs, clad in shimmering taupe pantyhose with the coffee-coloured control-top were slightly parted, David followed her thighs down to her calves and her ankles and feet shod in the high-heeled pumps and he sighed with desire. Her legs were slightly parted and the tops of her thighs met just before her crotch; the nylon hissed as she moved to adjust her stance. Her panties glowed a ghostly white under the dark hose and David thought he could feel the heat emanating from her sex; a discrete musky odour drifted towards his nose. "Ok David you've had your fun; can I lower my skirt please?" Jennifer asked in a subdued tone, hoping that her brother had humiliated her enough. She kept her eyes closed and tried to repress the feelings of indignity and shame that she felt. A thirty-two-year-old married woman had allowed herself to be blackmailed and extorted by a eighteen-year-old schoolboy. Her brother no less! But deep in her subconscious, down in the dark place where she seldom ever went; down in the place where she had discovered the warped psyche that had made her reach into the drawer and take out her mother's vibrator, vague feelings began to stir. Jennifer felt her vaginal secretions begin to flow. She sighed and tried to repress the scintilla of desire that was awakening in her. David sensed more than actually heard his sister sigh; her body shifted slightly and somehow he could feel the sense of resignation that radiated from his sister; he also thought the vague muskiness that he could smell was starting to grow in intensity. He smiled and slowly reached out a hand. "Just a little longer Sis and you can go back to work," he whispered. Jennifer held the hem of her skirt at waist height and tried to think of anything but sex but her mind kept replaying the video she had seen on David's computer only two days ago. Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing heavy makeup and gold jewellery. Her legs were spread wide, her back was arched and her face was contorted in ecstasy. She held David's face in her hands while he performed cunnilingus on her. Then the apparition changed; it wasn't her mother lying on the bed; it was Jennifer! She shivered just as David's hand lightly caressed her thigh. "David? What are you going!" she demanded. "Stand still Jennifer; the cursor is still on the send button; one click and you're fucked!" David whispered back. Jennifer kept her eyes screwed closed as she felt her brothers fingers slowly explore her thighs; his fingers lightly caressing her nylon-clad legs. She hated to admit to herself but it felt quite erotic. David ran his fingers lightly over his sister's thighs relishing the feel of the cool sleek nylon on his fingertips. He ran his hands down her legs all the way to her ankles causing him to bend forward so that his head was only inches from his sister's panty-encased pubis. He could smell her secretions and her perfume a lot stronger now and his cock was uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Jennifer gasped when her brother ran his hands down her legs; she shivered slightly and was unsure if it loathing or lust that made her do so. Deep down she knew it was a little of both. She could feel his hot breath on her legs and crotch and although her eyes remained screwed shut could sense his face was only inches from her most intimate parts. David ran his hands slowly back up Jennifer's legs and stopped to explore the change in texture where the dark welts of the control-tops began near the top of her thighs. The fabric was still sheer and slippery but it felt slightly coarser, he adored the contrast and ran his hands continually over where the taupe nylon changed to the darker coffee colour. Jennifer's breathing was deepening and David noticed. He slid his hand up to the top of her thigh and stroked the place where her thigh met her pelvis. "David!" Jennifer warned him, but he felt the protest was symbolic. Jennifer's knees had began to buckle and she fought hard to keep her balance. Her breathing was sharp and erratic. A warm glow, a precursor to arousal, smouldered inside her; inflamed by the sensations invoked when her brother caressed the very top of her thigh. David used his free hand to unzip his flies while he gently stroked his sister's thigh with the other hand. His erection sprang free but he was too scared to touch it lest he bring on an unwanted premature orgasm. Jennifer heard the ominous sound of her brother's zip being opened but she subconsciously suppressed what the consequences might be. For the moment it was taking all of her will to remain standing as her body responded to the continued manipulation of her sensitive flesh. David was now certain that his sister was getting sexually aroused and he decided to test how far she was willing to let him go before her shame and rage overcame her reluctant acquiescence to his blackmail. Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 04 He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and across the waistband at the top of her pantyhose and then began to slide a finger down the gossamer fabric slowly tracing the seam that ran down the middle of the pantyhose gusset. "David!!!" Jennifer shouted; her eyes sprang open. She looked down to see her brother intently staring at his finger as he slowly traced the raised pantyhose seam down her belly. She could feel the pressure of his finger through the layers of nylon and satin and it was quite arousing. Her pig of a husband had stopped being gentle and forgotten about foreplay a long time ago. On the scant few times they had sex; he just pushed himself inside her and ejaculated; providing of course he could even maintain an erection. David's ministrations, although elicited through blackmail, were quite tender and erotic. But she had to stop him now or acknowledge that she was no longer being coerced and had become a willing participant. She looked down again and saw David's engorged penis for the first time. It stood proudly protruding from his groin, long thick and hard. The skin of his shaft was pale and pulsing blue veins were visible beneath the translucent sheath; his glans was shiny, bulbous and purple-pink. A bead of transparent pre-seminal fluid seeped from the eye. Jennifer unconsciously licked her lips. "Brother; you know we shouldn't," she whispered, her voice husky. David followed the pantyhose seam down to his sister's crotch and his finger slid between her legs into the warm silkiness of her crotch. Jennifer gasped and opened her stance to allow her brother access to her sex. David caressed his sister's pubis through the layers of her underwear. Her pantyhose were loose around the crotch area and he began to stroke her mound. The nylon hose rubbed across her satin panties, the whisper of the diaphanous materials rasping together the only sound in the silent house other than the laboured breathing of brother and sister. "Oh Christ David!" Jennifer moaned; she fell forward, supporting herself by putting her hands on her brother's shoulders. Her skirt fell back down into place and she impatiently unzipped the side and let it fall around her ankles and then she kicked it aside and resumed her previous position; feet apart, knees bent, her pubis thrust forward lasciviously. Little sparks of pleasure ran through her sex, ignited by the constant friction of her pantyhose gusset rubbing against her satin knickers. She bent her knees wantonly and opened up her thighs further, encouraging David to explore her cunt. David felt the heat of his sister's cunt through the layers of slinky material and was rewarded with the first indication of dampness. He pushed his finger further into the layers of nylon and panty material and traced the outline of Jennifer's outer lips. She bucked against him and he pushed his finger in deeper until he could feel her labia, then he began to slowly stroke his sister's cunt occasionally twisting his finger so that his knuckle pressed against her clitoris. Jennifer stood precariously balanced on her high-heels, her legs spread, bent at the knees as she rocked back and forth pushing her silken-clad pussy against her brother's fingers. She looked like a wanton whore; her lewd pose, her head thrown back, purring and meowing. David twisted around on the swivel seat so that he was facing his sister; he put a hand around her waist and pulled her body to him until his head rested on her belly. Jennifer shucked forward until she was straddling her brother and sat down on lap. They were now face to face, she sitting on his lap her legs straddling his, his hand still buried in her crotch his fingers exploring her sex through her knickers and hose. She looked into her brother's eyes and finally broke into a smile. "You are a blackmailing little shit." She leaned forward and kissed him; sliding her tongue inside his mouth. "David, I'm old enough to be your mom," Jennifer said; her last attempt to diffuse the situation before it went beyond the point of no return. "Yeah that's right; and you know what I'm doing to her!" David replied and drove a finger inside his sister forcing the material of her hose and panties inside her slick wet vagina. Jennifer shuddered and wriggled on David's lap as ripples of intense pleasure radiated from her sex. "Oh God David; let me take my pantyhose and knickers down," she gasped. David held Jennifer down on his lap with his arm around her waist and entwined the fingers of his free hand in the gusset of her pantyhose and tore a hole in the crotch. He snaked his hand inside the hole, making it bigger, and then he slithered his fingers inside the sopping crotch of her satin panties and probed her labia. He flicked her clitty with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her hot wet vagina. Jennifer drummed her heels on the floor as her arousal intensified. She pushed herself forward, her nylon-encased buttocks slid easily along her brother's thighs. Her crotch was only inches from her brother's hard cock and David's wrist was starting to cramp as his arm adjusted to the awkward position. He put his free hand under Jennifer's buttocks and tried to lift her; his intent was obvious, he wanted to lift his sister up and impale her on his cock. Jennifer wriggled and scooted her arse a little further back towards his knees. "David I'm not ready for that yet," she whispered. David smiled. She'd said "yet!" That meant that she might be ready one day. He could wait; it had taken a little time to get to fuck his mother too. He leaned forward and kissed her and she responded. Their tongues entwined as he explored her wet mouth with his tongue. She tasted of toothpaste, coffee and cigarettes; she smelled of 'Poison', bath soap and makeup, with an underlying scent of sweat and sex. Jennifer was riding her brother's hand; he had two fingers buried inside her which he slid in and out in time with the thrumming of his thumb as it manipulated her clitoris. His mother had taught him well. David desperately wanted to take off Jennifer's jacket and camisole and play with her tits but he was scared she might object as she had when he'd tried to fuck her. Jennifer was in the throes of passion, and although she wouldn't let him consummate their newfound incestuous relationship, he was enjoying their illicit sex play enormously. His cock was throbbing; his sister hadn't touched it yet but it had fleetingly come into contact with her body on a number of occasions. She must know it was there; aching for release. He moved his hand and stroked her labia with his first and third fingers while he drove his middle finger deep inside her hot wet snatch and searched for her G-spot. He found it and she groaned and pounded her heels harder on the floor. He flicked her clitty and she began to pant into his mouth. He could taste her lipstick as it smeared over his mouth. With his sister now totally engrossed in extracting from him every scintilla of pleasure she could, David decided it was time for him to start receiving some form of sexual gratification. He took his arm from around her waist and reached awkwardly behind himself into the top drawer of his desk. His fingers scrambled around until they found the articles he was looking for. He pulled them from the drawer and dropped them in his lap. Jennifer was delightfully surprised at her brother's sexual aptitude; he was particularly adept considering he was only eighteen-year-old. Then she remembered the video footage she had seen of him having sex with their mother; Michele was obviously a very good teacher. She could feel her orgasm building slowly. Jennifer typically took a long time to come; she had seldom reached orgasm with the boyfriends she'd had in her teens. One had been exceptionally good at cunnilingus and had bought her off every time they had sex but he turned out to be loser and she'd sent him packing. Instead she'd married her shit-head husband who at first had delighted in spending hours bringing her to climax with his fingers, tongue and cock but as their marriage soured he was content to bang her whenever the whim took him (which wasn't very often towards the end) with no interest in pleasuring her whatsoever. Her climax was building; it started as a little bud of resonating pleasure deep in her vagina and began to intensify; slowly spreading through her entire body. Her engorged clitoris sent out intense little ripples of sexual delight every time David stroked it. She kissed him passionately to increase her stimulation; she was now a sexual animal concerned only with her own pleasure. Her own brother had unleashed her pent up sexual frustration and released a torrent of sexual vivacity that raged through her. Something caught her eye at the periphery of her vision. She turned her head slightly and saw her reflection in full-length mirror fitted to David's wardrobe. What she saw reflected there inflamed her passion to greater heights. An attractive mature woman sat astride a young man; her legs were spread wide straddling his lap. She supported her weight precariously on her high-heels as she writhed and wriggled in his lap. The boy was steadying the woman with his arm wrapped around her waist. She wore heavy makeup, her lipstick smeared around her mouth, her attractive face framed by a bob of jet-black hair. Her upper body was clad in a teal coloured blazer and a salmon pink camisole. Her lower body was naked except for the sheer taupe hosiery that sheathed her long legs; the darker control-top encased her thighs and buttock. Her satin panties were an ethereal white shape under her hose. Her face was contorted in pleasure and her heels beat the floor occasionally when a particularly intense spasm of delight surged through her. Her well-formed, nylon-clad thighs glistened in the dim room; the boy in whose lap she sat had his hand buried in her crotch and was manipulating her sex through a hole he had torn in her hose. The boy's long thick cock rose rampantly from his crotch. She turned her face back to David and saw that he too was looking at their reflection in the mirror. She felt David's hand leave her waist and she was a little disappointed; but his other hand remained buried in her sex and continued with its practiced ministrations, inducing continuos waves of pleasure. She could feel him reach behind himself clumsily searching for something but she was too preoccupied with her own pleasure to pay too much attention. David raised his hand to his shoulder and caught Jennifer's attention. She grudgingly pulled her lips from his and looked inquisitively at the objects he was holding in his hand. It took only a few seconds to for her to realise what her brother was holding up for her to see. It was a pair of panties entangled in a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. Her panties! Her pantyhose! It was the underwear she had worn on Saturday; the day she had discovered her brother's dark secret and the day she had masturbated on her mother's bed with her mother's vibrator; the day her brother had secretly filmed her. She'd expected to be angry; but she was surprised to find that she was actually flattered that David had kept her underwear as a trophy. She knew about his panty and nylons fetish of course; so it wasn't really a surprise that he had stolen them from the laundry basket. She smiled mischievously. "What do you want me to do with these?" she teased, knowing full well what her brother wanted. "Please," David whispered; begging his sister. He looked down beseechingly at his engorged penis and Jennifer giggled. She knew what her brother craved. She took the diaphanous hosiery and slid a hand inside one of the legs; her ruby-red fingernail polish smouldered through the sheer nylon. She opened the leg of the hosiery with both hand sand lowered it to her brother's crotch. David gasped as his sister draped the stocking over his swollen penis. She stretched and smoothed the diaphanous garment and pulled it tight. David's penis throbbed and a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye of his cock and soaked into the nylon. Jennifer stroked David's nylon swathed manhood; her long fingers flicked over the corona of his glans and stroked the frenulum. "Mmmmm Yesss Sis," David gasped. "But what about these David?" Jennifer dangled the red rayon panties in front of his face. David increased the pressure on his sister's clitty and wriggled his fingers in her cunt. She pushed herself against him and sighed in response. Her orgasm would not be long in coming if David kept manipulating her like this. "Mmmm maybe I should do this?" Jennifer teased and dangled the panties over his nose and mouth. The scent of his sister's cuntal juices assaulted his nose as he inhaled the aromas secreted by the pretty red garment. He flicked out his tongue and licked at the crusty secretions caked in the crutch of the panties. Jennifer was caressing and squeezing his cock, her strokes synchronised with his as he in turn masturbated her. They were both breathing heavy now, both close to coming. Jennifer had one more trick left before she bought her brother to climax. "Or maybe I should do this?" she giggled. She pulled the stocking taut over his thick pulsing shaft and tied the pantyhose in bow around the base of his shaft. She let the other leg and the waistband of the pantyhose flutter around his scrotum. She caressed his sac briefly and felt his testes retract, ready to discharge in a pulsing torrent the reservoir of semen stored inside him. Jennifer lifted up the panties so that David could see what she was about to do. She spread them wide and then draped the seat of the silky garment over his pantyhose sheathed cock. David groaned and felt his orgasm building. "Oh God Sis wank me; please wank me!" David begged and thrust his fingers deeper into her sopping cunt and frantically stroked her throbbing clitty. Jennifer fell forward and smashed her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth. She gripped her brother's cock and began to milk it; sliding the panties up and down his cock in long slow strokes. The slick panty material rasped against the nylon stocking that she had swathed tightly around his cock and ignited sparks of intense delight. David came. He bucked up and down in the chair as his penis pulsed and flooded the panties that his sister had wrapped around his cock. A spurt of hot semen erupted through the nylon stocking and shot into the air landing on his sister, scalding her wrist. A second spurt landed on her thigh; the white gobbet of semen pooled on the coffee-coloured nylon and began to slowly soak into her pantyhose. Jennifer felt her brother's cock jerk and throb in her hand and then she felt his scalding semen splash over her wrist and splatter on her thigh. She kissed him with renewed fervour. Jennifer came. She howled with passion and locked her lips on her brother's mouth and sucked on his tongue as she writhed in his lap; her high-heels beat a staccato rhythm on the bedroom floor. David thrust his fingers in and out of his sister's sopping cunt and frantically manipulated her clitoris. Brother and sister clung to each other in orgasmic bliss. They writhed and clutched and stroked and pawed at one and other, each sibling milking an earth-shattering orgasm from the other. After a minute or two, when their respective orgasms began to subside, David and Jennifer broke their kiss so that they could catch their breath. Jennifer wriggled a final time in David's lap as the last skerrick of her orgasm pulsed from her cunt. Her pubic hair was matted with her juices; her labia were distended and a little sore. She felt sated, her vagina felt a little bruised, but in nice way. She scooted her buttocks back a little, signalling to David to remove his hand from her tender pussy. David slowly removed his hand from his sister's sex. Jennifer felt David's cock stop pulsating and then it began to slowly deflate. She wiped up the final dribbles of semen with her come-soaked panties and untied the pantyhose she had wrapped around his penis. She dabbed at the pools of semen on her thighs, wrists and fingers and flung the garments aside. "I suppose I've lost those forever now," she smiled. "And the ones you're wearing," David grinned back at his sister. Jennifer steadied herself and stood; a small flood of vaginal secretions gushed into her panties. She picked up her skirt and flicked it a couple of times to get the wrinkles out. "Fuck! Look at the time!" she exclaimed looking alarmingly at her watch. "David I have to get back to work! I'm late!" "We need to talk about this. I'm still not sure exactly how I feel about it; but we need to talk," she said. "And get rid of that fucking link off your computer you blackmailing little shit-head!" She slapped him playfully across the ear. David watched as she strode out of his bedroom still holding her skirt; her long sleek legs and her firm arse looked fantastic encased in the control-top pantyhose. His flaccid penis began to thicken. Jennifer went into the bathroom and kicked off her heels; she pulled down her pantyhose and panties and kicked them off. She washed her sex with a damp cloth and went back to her room where she fixed her makeup, stepped into fresh panties and hose and pulled on her skirt; she sprayed herself liberally with perfume. She stepped back into her heels and, after a final adjustment of the hem of her skirt; she clattered down the hall anxious to get back to work. As she passed David's bedroom she threw her ripped pantyhose and pussy-juice soaked knickers at David who was still sitting down at his computer. "Present!" she called out as she strutted down the hall and down the stairs. "We need to talk! Tonight!" she called out and closed the front door behind her. On the drive back to work, a thousand thoughts and suppositions bounced around her head. She wasn't sure how she was going to deal with this development. One thing she did know though; her aching pussy hadn't felt this good in years. Back at the house David was hard again; this time he was wanking into the control-top pantyhose his sister had been wearing this afternoon and sucking on the red rayon panties she had wanked him with. He was watching his latest video. On the computer screen his sister sat in his lap facing him; she was fully-clothed but skirt-less and she howled as an orgasm wracked her body. To Be Continued... Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 05 Jennifer Cashmore sat at her desk in the small cubicle where she was temping as a secretary and stared vacantly at the computer screen. She was daydreaming; trying to resolve the conflicting emotions bought about by events that had taken place in her younger brother's bedroom only a few hours earlier. She was in no doubt that what they had done constituted incest; but was it wrong? They had merely masturbated each other; was shared self-gratification really incest? Deep down she knew it was. Deep down she was certain it was. Deep down she blamed her brother for blackmailing her. Deep down she knew that she liked it. Deep down she wanted to do it again. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body and a smile lit up her pretty face. She ignored her work and sank deeper into her reverie; conjuring up elaborate fantasies. Her juices started to flow and reawakened the dull ache in her vagina and her swollen labia. Her brother David was to blame; the little bastard had finger-fucked her. And she had loved it! The smile on her face broadened and she squirmed in her seat as her fantasies took full flight. She sat at her desk smiling vacuously; her legs were crossed and she was swinging her foot unconsciously as she mused. The jacket of her teal coloured business suit hung over the back of her chair. Her ample breasts pushed against her salmon-pink satin camisole blouse; the scalloped neck nicely framed her cleavage. The hem of her skirt had ridden up exposing her legs; she had changed into flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose at lunchtime and her nylon-clad thighs glistened under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Jennifer was a dangler. She had one leg crossed over other and one high-heel dangled from her foot as she swung her foot back and forth. Her pantyhose had reinforced sandal-toes; her soles and toes encased in darker but still sheer nylon. She absentmindedly reached down and scratched the sole of her foot; her bright-red fingernails whispered along the nylon, the hissing sound was nearly lost in the background din of the office. Nearly lost that was. In the adjoining cubicle forty-five year old Harold Rheems could hear a woman's nylons rustle over the length of a football field. He was a devoted nylon fetish and he was delighted to know that the woman in the adjoining cubicle was wearing his favourite garment. Jennifer recalled the feel of her brother's long thick cock; she licked her lips as she recalled stroking his throbbing member. She had encased it in her sheer pantyhose and the cock had pulsed in her fingers and then convulsed and shuddered when he ejaculated. She recollected the warmth of the semen as it spluttered on her fingers and wrist and the sticky texture as it soaked through her pantyhose warming the sensitive skin of her thigh. She licked her lips, unaware that Harold was now ogling her legs under the desk. He had dropped down to his knees and was wantonly staring at Jennifer's legs and feet. He had strategically placed a pen on the carpet so that if anyone came into his cubicle unannounced he could pretend he was on the floor picking it up. Jennifer was getting hot now; she reached out and closed the door to her cubicle so that she had privacy. The little cubicles were really nothing more than one long desktop with imitation wood partitions that ran from the desks up to the false ceilings. The doors to the cubicles were fitted with opaque glass windows. The cubicles only gave the appearance of privacy as they were all open to each other underneath the desks. The management didn't really want their staff behind closed doors but sometimes the secretaries worked on sensitive projects and it was prudent to keep their work from prying eyes. Now that Jennifer had some semblance of privacy she opened the email her brother had sent her this morning and clicked open the attachments. The screenshots of her fucking herself with the vibrator were jpeg images and she opened the picture viewer program and activated the slideshow function. She looked at the images of herself plunging the vibrator in and out of her cunt. In the pictures she was lying on the bed fully clothed and had shucked down her underwear and lifted her skirt so that she could fuck herself with the dildo. She was getting very randy now and she glanced over her shoulder to that no one was outside her cubicle. With the coast clear, she half-stood and hiked her skirt up around her bottom and sat back down again. She couldn't believe she was doing this! Her brother had unearthed sexual perversions in her that she had long kept repressed and they were now running rampant. She giggled quietly to herself and ran her hands over her body. She flicked her fingers over her erect nipples and squeezed them through the material of her blouse and brassiere. The cool satin camisole slid over the sleek lycra bra sending out little shivers of delight. She wanted desperately to take off her top and play with her breasts but she didn't dare; what she was doing now was risky enough. If someone opened the door she could disguise the fact that she had pulled up her skirt but she couldn't hide her naked breasts. She played with her tits for a while; building the sexual tension. She would have loved to be able to take her time but she didn't know how long she would have privacy. Her cunt was moist and aching to be touched. She slid her hands slowly down her body delighting in the anticipation of what she was about to do. Her fingers slid over her skirt and rested on the top of her thighs. Under the desk in the adjoining cubicle Harold could hardly believe his luck; he'd hoped to get a bit of a perv on the legs and feet of the woman; he'd never dreamed he would be rewarded with a sex show. He carefully reached out with his foot and kicked the door to his own cubicle closed. He ran his eyes up the woman's long shapely legs; he could see all the way up to the tops of her legs now that she had hiked up her skirt. When her hands suddenly appeared under the desk and began to caress the tops of her thighs he thought he had gone to heaven. He slowly unzipped his flies. Jennifer fondled her sex through layers of panty and pantyhose; her panties were moist and she desperately wanted relief. She traced the outline of her labia and then she impatiently yanked at the waistband of her panties. She couldn't pull them down so she sild her hand under the waistband and slid her fingers inside her sopping cunt. Jennifer pushed two fingers inside herself and thrummed her clitty with her thumb; the waistband bit into her wrist but she was beyond caring. She was too busy working on getting herself off. Under the desk Harold was slowly stroking his cock and had moved his face closer to Jennifer's foot; he could smell her foot-odour and her perfume. He desperately wanted to touch her feet; to lick her toes; to put his cock on her leg! Jennifer was concentrating on her own pleasure when she slowly became aware that she was not alone. She could feel someone the breathing on her feet. She was well aware that whoever was on the floor in the adjoining cubicle was getting an eyeful of her playing with herself. If he had any objections to what she was doing he would surely have said something by now! She smiled to herself and stroked her clitty a little harder. It was quite kinky knowing there was a complete stranger watching her masturbate. She kicked off one of her shoes and wriggled her toes. Harold knew that he'd been discovered but was delighted by the woman's response. She wanted to play! He reached out and gently stroked the woman's foot, tracing the outline of each of her toes through the reinforced nylon. Jennifer kicked off her other shoe and wriggled her toes appreciatively. Harold squirmed further under the desk and began to lap at Jennifer's foot, slathering at her toes. She found this quite titillating and proceeded to finger her cunt vigorously. Harold pawed at Jennifer's legs and sucked on her toes; with his free hand he stroked his cock. He was close to coming but he wanted more! This dirty slut was getting a toe-sucking from him; he figured she could give him a footjob in return. Jennifer was getting close to orgasm; her cunt was palpitating as she worked her fingers in and out and her clitty was engorged and radiating sexual energy. She moaned and bit down on her free hand to stifle the mewing sounds that could alert a passer-by. It was quite pleasurable having the stranger under her desk massage her legs and feet and suck her toes. It intensified the sensations and made the experience even more illicit. She was a little disappointed when the man; she presumed it was a man anyway, stopped paying attention to her feet and then she broke into a smile when she felt the man's penis against her foot. The dirty bugger wanted a footjob! Jennifer lay back further in the chair and closed her feet around the rampant penis that was prodding at her feet. She trapped the hot flesh between the arches of her feet and began to slide them up and down the engorged member, wanking him with her feet. She scrunched her toes over his glans and was rewarded with the sensation of warm sticky fluid soaking into her stocking; the man was secreting pre-seminal fluid. Harold was delighted when the woman began to masturbate him with her stocking feet; the feel of the woman's warm, silken-clad toes and feet on the sensitive flesh of his manhood was exquisite. He began to fuck her feet in response, knowing that he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer. In response to the man's frenzied pumping Jennifer tightened her grip on his penis as it glided between her nylon-sheathed peds; a sudden flood of hot semen erupted between her toes triggered her orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure as the hot sticky fluid soaked her hose and splashed her ankles. She wanked the man's ejaculating cock furiously with her feet as she thrummed her clitty; soaking her panties with her own secretions. Harold whimpered and moaned, suppressing his cries of ecstasy as his cock shuddered and convulsed between the mysterious stranger's feet. He gripped her ankles tightly and fucked her feet until the last of his semen spurted from his cock. He could see ropes of semen clinging to her calves and running down her ankles; pools of hot come soaked her toes darkening the nylon as it soaked into her stockings. Jennifer felt the man gently ease her feet off his member as her orgasm began to subside; her toes and feet were soaked with hot seed and she could feel rivulets of the viscous fluid running down her calves. The magnitude of his ejaculation was a sure sign that he hadn't had sex or masturbated for quite a while. She regained her composure; she could hear the sounds of the man in the adjoining cubicle extracting himself from under the desk. She giggled to herself and reached for her handbag. She removed her handkerchief and wiped up as much of the sticky semen from her legs and feet as could. She looked down and saw that her pantyhose were considerably darker where the man's juices had soaked into them. She slid her squishy toes back into her high-heels and stood up and adjusted her panties and the gusset of her hose. As she smoothed out her skirt she could feel her own juices soaking the crotch of her panties. Harold was back at his desk basking in the glow of post-coital bliss his cock safely stuffed away in his flies. He wondered who the naughty woman was but also he kind of liked the idea of anonymity. She might be some ugly hag but she might also be some young hot vixen! He decided that it would be more fun and exciting to keep their identities a secret. He smiled to himself and got back to work. An hour later an envelope was mysteriously shoved under his door. He opened it and found a pair of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist sandal-toe pantyhose. The feet part of the hosiery was soaked. There was a note: 'That was fun; if you're a good boy I might let you do it again,' it read. Harold bought the silky garment to his face and inhaled the woman's perfume and the scent of her cunt and feet. He stuffed them back into the envelope and put the envelope in his briefcase. He would be a good boy! ................................................................................................................... Jennifer lit a cigarette as she climbed into her car; she was grinning. She hoped the mysterious stranger liked the little present she had stuffed under the door of his cubicle. She would deal with him later. Or not......she hadn't made up her mind yet but she thought it might be nice to have a little thing going on at the office. She was only temping so it wouldn't be for long anyway. She was surprised at how quickly she had transformed from a meek housewife into a shameless sexual harridan. After years of neglect and 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' unfulfilling sex with her husband, she had suddenly become a slattern; willing to engage in the most illicit sexual conduct with the slightest provocation. But Jennifer was still not sated. She'd already had two orgasms today but there was still one element missing. She needed a hard cock inside her! And she knew where there was a nice big one. She glanced down at her bare legs; the purveyor of said hard cock would want her wearing nylons; but that was easy enough remedied. She started the car intent on driving to her favourite lingerie salon and then home. Jennifer stopped at the lingerie shop and purchased a pair of expensive, high quality, hold-up stockings. She went to the ladies room, washed her feet and stepped into the stockings. The stockings were fully-fashioned with back-seams, reinforced heels and toes, and dark elasticised welts at the top. They were dark brown, with black reinforcements, welts and seams. They felt very luxurious and she knew that David would be appreciative. She hopped back into her car and drove home. "David; are you home?" Jennifer called as she closed and locked the front door behind her. "Upstairs; in my room," David called back. Jennifer smiled to herself; she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and dropped them into her purse. She prayed herself liberally with perfume, checked her makeup and then climbed the stairs. She knew that her mother was at a parent teacher meeting and would not be home for quite a while. She should have plenty of time to execute her cunning plan. Jennifer opened the door to her brother's bedroom. She was not surprised to find him sitting at the computer watching streaming video. He was naked and was slowly stroking his erect penis. He had spliced together the video of Jennifer masturbating on her mother's bed with the vibrator, the video of her masturbating him in his bedroom with some footage of him fucking their mother. It played in an endless loop on the computer screen. Jennifer made no comment as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Mom's at the parent teacher meeting," David said offhandedly. He stopped playing with himself and spun around in the swivel chair opening his legs slightly to show his sister his rampant penis. Jennifer played it cool. "I know," she replied. "You've changed your stockings," David said, motioning to her legs with his chin. Jennifer smiled; she knew the fully-fashioned stockings would grab his attention. "I had a little accident in my pantyhose." "Some perv at work came all over my feet this afternoon so I decided he could keep them and I bought these on the way home." David was excited by the thought of his older sister giving another man a footjob but he also felt a pang of jealousy. "Was he big?" David grinned. "He felt big but I didn't actually see it or touch it with my hands," Jennifer grinned back and lifted a foot and rubbed her ankles together simulating the motion of a footjob. Her nylons hissed when they rubbed together and Jennifer was pleased to she David's cock twitch slightly. "He was big enough to make me cream my knickers though. See?" Jennifer extracted her satin panties from her purse and draped them over David's erection. "I'll just hang them there to dry shall I?" she teased. She lightly ran a fingertip along the length of his penis before she let them go. "You seem to be a little more assertive than you were at lunch time; is there something that you want?" David grinned. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse. "Have you got rid of that link like I asked?" she replied. "Yes Sis; I don't really need it any more do I?" He pointed at the computer screen. Jennifer has guessed that he had filmed her wanking him earlier in the day; it did not come as a surprise. "I like that footage better," Jennifer pointed to the screen. The footage had changed and now showed David vigorously fucking his mother on her bed. Jennifer sidled up the desk and sat on it; she put her purse down beside her. Her feet swung inches from the floor and David followed his sister's legs down from the hem of her skirt to her feet. He tentatively reached out and stroked her leg; she held it out straight so that he could caress it from her thigh all the way down to her ankle. "I though t you might like these stockings," she grinned. "Now what are we going to do about this?" She reached down and pulled on David's panty-covered erection; she pulled him out of his seat and guided him between her legs and then crossed her ankles behind him. Her cunt was sopping wet with anticipation. She slowly sild the satin panties up and down her brother's cock as he stroked her legs. "I wouldn't mind a footjob if you're giving them away?" David smiled; he kissed her quickly on the lips and then leaned back. "Oh I've no times for footjobs now David; you need to learn to look after your sister's needs for once." Jennifer let go of his cock and dropped the panties on the desk; she grabbed the hem of her skirt and wriggled her arse as she pulled her dress up to expose her moist cunt. David inhaled his sister's perfume and the musky smell of her sex. Jennifer smiled; she locked her legs behind his back and pulled her brother closer. His penis lined up nicely with her slit. "Put it in," David begged as his glans nudged his sister's puffy cunt lips. Jennifer reached down and grasped her brother's shaft and pressed his cock against her cunt enfolding his glans with her labia. She was hot and wet and they both groaned. She slid her legs along his flanks exciting him further. He put his hands on his sister's hips and leaned forward and his cock slid into her buttery cunt. She held him tightly with her stockinged legs as their lips met and their tongues intertwined. Jennifer wriggled her cunt until she felt his pubic mound press against her clitty and then she slowly began to milk her brother. She eased him back and forth inside of her, controlling the tempo with her strong legs. She could tell that David wanted to speed up the tempo and fuck her quickly but she controlled the pace. She made him fuck her with long slow strokes, letting his penis come nearly all the way out before she pulled him back inside her; grinding their pubis' together. She continually slid her stocking-clad legs along his flanks and his buttocks knowing that the teasing would build up a colossal orgasm. She wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails along his back and raked his flanks with her high-heels, raising red welts on his pale skin. Their tongues intertwined and she lazily explored his mouth and he explored hers. Jennifer was in control now and she loved it. David could feel his orgasm building and he desperately wanted to plow his cock in and out of his sister and fuck her ferociously hard; but she wouldn't let him. The slow fucking, the feel of her silken legs against his body, the scratching of her fingernails and high-heels were excruciatingly arousing but also unbearably frustrating. He wanted to come! Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 05 Jennifer felt the onset of her third orgasm of the day; this time the feelings came from everywhere; her pussy, her lips, her tongue, her thighs, her body; her whole being was tingling with sexual energy. Suddenly her vagina spasmed and her clit began to radiate powerful surges of sexual pleasure. She pulled David into her and ground her cunt against him, jackhammering her heels against his buttocks and scouring his back with her fingernails. She crushed her lips against his and sucked on his tongue, panting and groaning into his mouth. David felt his sister's vagina convulse and begin to milk him of his seed. Hot sperm flowed from his penis deep inside her hot sopping cunt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him as he emptied himself inside her, responding to her needs, luxuriating in the feel of her fully-clothed body against his bare skin. Muffled moans of delight filled the bedroom as brother and sister came together in a passionate embrace. They remained locked together until they were both spent. Jennifer released her leg-lock and David was able to move his body a little. He kept his slowly deflating penis inside her and broke their passionate kiss. He stroked her hair and gently rained kisses on her face. He was sweating profusely and Jennifer's suit was stained with his perspiration. Her crotch was soaked and a concoction of semen and vaginal juices which seeped from her cunt and ran down the crack of her arse. Her thighs were sticky, her stockings-tops damp. But she was happy. Satiated. They were both reluctant to break the embrace and they continued to kiss and explore each other with their tongues, lips and fingers. David helped Jennifer remove her jacket and lifted the camisole off her body. He unclasped her brassiere and found her large soft breasts with his fingertips and then his mouth. Neither had said a word; they were lost in their post-coital reverie. Jennifer felt her bruised and swollen pussy begin to moisten with renewed excitement; David's attentiveness to her breasts hastened her arousal. She felt David's cock, which had never really become flaccid, harden and thicken inside her. "God you're an animal!" she whispered into his mouth. "You have no idea!" David replied, and suddenly pulled himself out of his sister's embrace. Before she could react he pulled Jennifer to her feet and spun her around; he pushed her and she fell forward, forced to hold on to the desk for support. Jennifer was bent over the desk, naked to waist, her skirt rucked up, her long legs clad in the dark hose; her high-heels skittered on the floor as she tried to keep her balance. David grabbed her waist and kicked her feet wider and in one quick movement he stepped between her legs and entered her. His hard cock slid into her sodden snatch; he buried it up to the hilt and smashed his pelvis against her buttocks. "Now we fuck my way!" he groaned and began to fuck his sister with short fast strokes. Jennifer kept her balance and pushed her buttocks back to meet his thrusts. She soon got the rhythm and the silent house resounded to the sounds of 'thwock, thwock, thwock,' as their sweating bodies slammed together. Neither of the siblings lasted long despite the fact that they had both recently come. David held his sister by the hips and furiously pounded in and out of her inflamed pussy; as his orgasm approached he increased the tempo. Jennifer had never achieved orgasm before when being taken from behind; but the speed and intensity of her brother's fucking summoned an intense climax; she wriggled her hips and gyrated her arse against David's pulsating cock as her cunt once again convulsed in a series of orgasmic spasms. Jennifer held onto the desk; her head bowed her knees quivering, finally sated. David hung onto her hips and leaned his body over hers; licking at the beads of sweat running down her back. "David let me sit down before I fall down," Jennifer pleaded. He deftly stood her up, spun her around, and lifted her back up on the desk. He eased his way between her thighs and pushed his semi-erect penis back inside her. She lifted her legs up around his waist and swung her ankles back and forth. She kissed him and stroked his matted hair. "God that was so good David!" she smiled and kissed him again. David reluctantly pulled his deflating penis out his sister's sopping cunt; he lazily rubbed his cock on Jennifer's thigh watching little droplets of seminal fluid ooze from the eye of his cock and soak into the dark welts of her nylons. Jennifer regained her composure and gently pushed David from between her legs. She wiped her crotch with her panties and dropped them back on the table. "I suppose you want them for later," she smirked as she closed her legs and pulled down the hem of her skirt; she rummaged in her purse for cigarettes. David smiled and dropped his sister's sodden panties into the top drawer and closed it. "So! What do we do about mom?" Jennifer asked, sucking on her cigarette. David took the cigarette from his sister's fingers and took a drag and handed it back. "I have a plan," he said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "Come with me to mom's room." David led his sister to their mother's bedroom. Five minutes later he had laid out some of his mother's lingerie on her bed. "You can wear your own shoes; the black pumps with the really high heels will look great with this," he said, pointing to the lingerie he had laid out on his mother's bed. "Yes those heels should set off mom's lingerie nicely David, but do you think she will mind me wearing it?" Jennifer asked. "If my plan works; I'm sure she will love you wearing it," David smiled wickedly. Jennifer smiled back. She tentatively reached out and fondled her brother's penis. It began to thicken in response. "Do we have time for another quickie before she comes home?" David responded by reaching for his sister and pulling her body against his. His cock fitted nicely between her legs and he lifted her skirt out of the way and rubbed it on her thigh. Jennifer closed her thighs around her brother's hardening cock and leaned in to kiss him. "I guess we do," she grinned. .............................................................................................................................. Michele Cashmore parked her car in the driveway; her house was dark, faint light peeked around the edges of the drawn blinds. She was tired, hungry and horny. After a full day's work she had attended the parent teacher meeting at David's high school. She was pleased to hear that David was doing exceptionally well and that his grades had improved this semester. She smiled to herself: 'nothing like a good fucking from mommy to improve your son's academic achievements,' she thought. Constantly talking about David had conjured up images of them having sex and had gotten her horny. She wished that her daughter wasn't living with them so she could race home and ravish her son. It had been quite a while now since she had had his long thick cock inside her. Then she met David's favourite teacher; Carolyn Jones. Michele eyed Carolyn critically and she could see why her son fantasised about her. She was very similar to Michele; same build, a little plump but with great legs and full breasts, attractive face, wearing lots of makeup, mascara, lipstick and rouge. Carolyn wore her brunette hair in a bob the same as Michele; she was wearing a mauve suit with a white silk blouse. Her skirt was short and split with a side vent that showed off her long elegant legs. They were clad in lustrous, flesh-toned hosiery and her feet were shod in black high-heeled sandals. Michele had found herself become a little jealous; she knew that David often used pictures of Carolyn to fuel his masturbatory fantasies. The images this bought to mind had made her feel even hornier. She sat in the dark car and let her hand slide under her skirt. She was wearing thigh-high hold-up stockings and boy-leg knickers so she had easy access to her cunt. She gave herself a quick rub and smiled. She would tell her children that she was tired and go straight to her bedroom and masturbate with her vibrator; food could wait until later! Michele opened the front door and was surprised to see the lounge room was darkened; lit only by a single lamp. What she saw next shocked her. She drooped her car keys and handbag and stood transfixed; her mouth agape. Jennifer, her thirty-two year old daughter, stood in the doorway leading into the lounge from the kitchen. Lit by the glow of the single lamp, Jennifer was naked except for a crimson corset, fully-fashioned black stockings and black six-inch high-heeled pumps. Her gleaming jet-black bob framed her heavily made up face. Her lips were painted bright-red, her eyes framed by black mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow, her cheeks were rouged. She stood defiantly; one foot pushed forward with her hands on her hips. Her long fingernails were painted with glossy red nailpolish matching her lipstick. She looked like a Madame straight out of a saddo-masochist dungeon. She looked magnificent. Dumbfounded; Michele could only utter: "You're wearing my corset." "I borrowed it," Jennifer replied. She smiled and went on. "I borrowed this too!" Jennifer tugged on a stocking she was holding tightly in one hand. She held the stocking by the welt; the rest of the stocking disappeared behind the door jamb. When she pulled on the stocking her brother slowly appeared from behind the door jamb; he was naked and the foot of the stocking was tied around his erect penis. "I hope you don't mind." David smiled at his mother who was still standing spellbound in the entrance to the lounge room astounded at the spectacle unfolding before her. Jennifer pulled David along behind her as she strutted into the darkened lounge. "There's plenty for us both mom; see, he's ready to go," she giggled. Thirty minutes later David ejaculated deep inside his mother; he was lying on the lounge room rug and she was straddling his body dressed only in her hold-up stockings and high-heels. She rode him and gyrated her body on his pulsing cock; milking it with her spasming vagina as her own orgasm shook her body. David had his head buried between his sister's thighs furiously lapping at her cunt; she kneeled astride his face, face to face with her mother, her juices flooding into her brother's mouth; she wriggled and squirmed as she came. Michele had freed her daughter's tits from the bustiere of her corset and was sucking on one nipple while she tweaked the other between her fingers. Jennifer's head was thrown back in the throes of passion. Mother, son and daughter all moaned with ecstasy as their respective orgasms wracked their bodies. After a few minutes Jennifer lifted her luscious buttocks off her brother's face so that he could breath a little easier. She sat on his chest facing her mother who still straddled her son's groin; her cunt occasionally spasming and milking him of the last of his seed. Mother and daughter kissed each other passionately. "Shall we change ends?" Jennifer smiled seductively at her mother. "You know we shouldn't," Michele smirked back, "but what the hell!" "Now let's see if we can't get your brother hard again." The End