0 comments/ 223414 views/ 20 favorites Tony Gets Taken in Hand By: adoration It was the evening after my 18th birthday that my mum caught me masturbating. But she was very diplomatic about it. Her actual words were: "You look hot and flustered, Tony". She'd caught me wanking to a magazine that my sister, Pippa, she's 22, had given me for my birthday. Pippa had called me aside in the morning and said she'd got a "special gift" for me, but it was to be our little secret. Then she'd given me this magazine - it was obviously a mag by the wrapping. "Not a word to anyone about this," she said, "mum is the only person in the family who knows. OK?" I'd nodded "OK" but was intrigued. That evening I found out why Pippa didn't want the rest of our family - only cousins, uncles and aunts, now that dad's dead - knowing about her secret. I'd waited until mum and Pippa had gone down to the local pub for "a quick couple of gins" before rushing upstairs and opening the "special gift". What I found made my eyes pop and my cock go stiff! The magazine was about 40 pages of colour pictures and was called "Pauline's Perversions". And on the cover, staring out at me in a provocative pose was my sister, Pippa! She had her lovely long light brown hair pulled back in a stern ponytail, she was wearing a gleaming red satin corset and black stockings which ended at ridiculously high black stilettos. Inside there was a spread of Pippa displaying her great tits - they're 35 inchers - her cute arse and her semi-shaved minge. The first spread was a sort of strip tease, on each page Pippa displayed a bit more of herself until the final picture showed her sprawled across a couch with her arse pointing at the camera. Her sex was on display, moist and inviting and her arsehole was brown and puckered - also inviting. The next spread showed her in another sexy outfit - a quarter cup bra, garter belt and stockings, no panties. But it was the third spread that really got me going. In it, Pippa stripped a large, blonde man - I say man, he was probably not much older than me. He had a cock which looked like it was eight inches long, which is about a quarter of an inch longer than mine. Like mine his was uncircumcised. Unlike mine, his shaft and his ball bag were totally shaved of hair. Pippa was shown sucking his cock, he was shown sucking her pussy - among other places - and the last spread showed them fucking. The next evening I was in bed pulling my cock when mum came in. I'd just got to the cock sucking pages. I thrust the magazine beneath the sheets and must have looked as guilty as sin! It was then that mum offered her understatement: "You look hot and flustered, Tony. Well, you come on downstairs instead of playing with yourself up here. Pippa and I are watching a video and we think you'd enjoy watching it with us. Now put on a pair of swimming trunks and get downstairs." After mum had gone, I pulled on a pair of lycra swimming togs and hoping like hell my erection would fade before I got to the living room, I set off downstairs. Down there I found mum and Pippa sitting on the couch. Mum, her name is Pat, is 40-years-old and has light brown hair, just like Pippa. She's got big breasts and a terrific body, even though her backside is a bit broader these days. Many of my ex-school chums thought she was a smasher and used to find all sorts of excuses to call round. I know they fancied her. Mum was wearing a white blouse and a black leather mini skirt, which displayed a large expanse of brown, sun tanned thigh with her legs crossed. But it was Pippa who attracted most of my attention. She was clad in more than on the page I'd been wanking to when mum interrupted me, but she was a cock-rising vision nonetheless. Her lovely breasts were full and round in a tight black satin bra. On her hips were matching black panties. She smiled at me and patted the centre of the couch, indicating that I should sit between her and mum. "Come and have a look at this video," said Pippa, "I think you'll like it." I sat down between mum and sis and looked at the TV screen. The video had been "paused" and on the large screen a naked man was standing side on to the camera. His body - apart from his head - was totally devoid of hair. His balls, cock and chest and thighs and calves had been shaved. He appeared to have been handcuffed with his wrists behind his back. He had an uncut cock which was proudly erect. It must have been nine inches long, possibly even more. As I stared at the image, mum and sis started talking around me, almost as if I wasn't there. "That's a lovely cock, isn't it Pippa?" said mum. "Would you go down on that?" "Sure would, mum," said Pippa, "it looks very tasty indeed. Quite thick, too." "Would you swallow him?" said mum, her arm now draped across my shoulders. "Depends," said Pippa, whose right thigh was brushing against mine. "If he'd been good, perhaps, but if I wanted to humiliate him I'd make him jerk off into a glass and then make him swallow it." The chatter between them ensured that my cock was starting to stiffen in my trunks, the swelling there was becoming obvious. "Why humilate him?" asked mum. "If he's been naughty?" "That's right, mum," said Pippa, "but if he's been good I'd swallow him. After all, come is pretty tasteless, isn't it?" "Agreed," said mum, whose left thigh was now pressing against my right thigh. "Let's de-pause it and see what Lady Sonia has in store for him, there's a darling." And Pippa, who had the remote controller, hit the pause button and the video stirred into action. I noted that the sound had been turned right down, presumably so that there would be no conflict between mum and Pippa's conversation. Anyway, an attractive, dark-haired mature woman entered the sparsely-furnished room. "That's Sonia," said mum, "don't ask me where she gets the 'lady' thing from." Sonia was clad in a black latex suit, which had straps attached to black stockings. Her large breasts were totally bare, since the suit was open fronted. She walked up to the naked man, said some words to him, then started to slowly stroke his cock. "Look," said mum, "he's starting to moan. I think she's probably been working on him for some time." "Yes, but he's probably got a way to go before she gives him relief," said my sister, "the video's only 5 minutes in. Oh look, pre-cum has started to drip from his helmet." Pippa's remarks were caused by a close-up of the man's cock, which was starting to ooze pre-cum quite copiously. This prompted Sonia to rub her titties all over the man's cock and balls, spreading slimy trails of sex juice on their firm globes as she rubbed against him. "Fuck," said mum, the first time I'd ever heard her use the "f" word, "I bet that's driving him wild." Pippa laughed: "He's not the only one it's driving wild, eh Tony?" I gulped and knew it was useless to deny it - my cock was sticking up in my trunks like a ramrod. "Er, yes, sis, it is rather ..." And my voice trailed off as I saw Sonia place mouth over the naked man's cock head and start to suck him. Pippa paused the video again and she and mum resumed their conversation. "Good old Sonia, sooner or later she gives him head," said Pippa. "I'm told she's fucking good at it." Then, as mum began to reply, she took my closest hand and placed it against the second button of her blouse. "It's so hot, Tony, please help me out of my blouse." My fingers obeyed, as if in remote control. Mum then addressed my sister: "From what I've seen of that naughty mag you gave Tony for his birthday you're not so bad yourself, Pip. Ever sucked this guy?" "No," said my sister, "but I'm scheduled to do a photo shoot and video with him in a couple of weeks. His name's Jason and he stars as Jason Jism, apparently. He's only 20 - Sonia likes 'em young." "Yummy," said mum, as Pippa de-paused the video and watched Sonia continue her fellatio on the handcuffed hunk. "Report back to me about him, that looks like a lovely cock!" I had used the conversation as an excuse to stop unbuttoning mum's blouse, but when she noticed that she told me: "All the buttons, please darling - I want to get out of this blouse. Then you can start on my skirt." As the video went on, another woman, a red-head wearing a red latex dress, came in and began to assist Sonia with the naked man. By now I had got all mum's buttons undone and she pulled the blouse away to reveal her 40-inch breasts encased in a shiny red satin bra, which helped throw them into superb uplift. Mum now took my far hand and dragged it to her right breast. "There, darling, have a feel of that. Is it nice?" I gulped. It was nice, in fact it was fucking wonderful. Mum's breast was full and heavy, but also firm. And as I rubbed my palm across its contours I could feel the hard nipple pressing against the shiny satin material. As I stroked her breast, I saw that both Sonia and the redhead were squatting in front of their naked young man, running their tongues over his scrotum and his turgid cock shaft. Both took turns at taking his cock head in their mouths. Then, while I was enjoying the wonderful mound of breast flesh in my left hand, I felt Pippa's left hand reach across me and start to rub against the stiffy I was sporting in my trunks. I let out a groan as my sister made contact with the lycra, half hoping she would stop, half hoping she would go on stroking me. "Now get this skirt off, there's a darling," said mum, who stood in front of me, blocking my view of the TV screen. Pippa paused the video again and watched while I went about my next undressing task for mum. I placed my hands onto her lush, leather-covered bum cheeks, then felt higher for a hook and zip in the middle of the skirt at the back. The hook came away easily, then the zip slid down. The skirt fell from mum's hips and I was presented with a new vision of her beauty. Mum was wearing a pair of red panties, which matched the bra colour, but which were far more revealing. The material was gauzy, almost see-through, in fact I could make out a dark patch of pubic hair above her sex lips which were mashed against the tension of the panties as they caressed her quim. "OK, mum," said Pippa, getting up from the couch, "I think it's time to get started." Get started? I thought they'd already got started, but the previous 20 minutes had merely been an entree before the main course. "Cuff him, mum, while I get him out of these swimming trunks," said Pippa, and suddenly, mum whipped my wrists behind my back and I then found myself cuffed into a rubber thing shaped like a figure "8", which grasped my wrists in a firm, cold grip. "Pippa and I decided that as you're 18 now it's time you got a little bit of sex education," mum whispered in my ear. "I know you got absolutely none at that useless grammar school you went to." Which wasn't entirely true, although to be honest it was miles away from the "education" I'd been getting since I entered the sitting room. Pippa then took hold of my trunks and pulled them away from my hips. I'm very well built, which is what you'd expect from someone who played No 8 in the school's senior rugby XV. And I'm also very proud of my cock. And also, it seems, was my sister. She squatted down in front of me, her face inches from my stiffness, and stroked my shaft. "This is fucking lovely, mum," Pippa told Pat. "It's darned nearly eight inches, I'd say, but it needs a good shave - otherwise he's very pretty." Then Pippa stood and stepped to one side of my naked body and started to stroke my erection. Mum then moved in front of me and nodded with approval. "I see what you mean, Pip," she smiled. "Lovely, fully fleshed like his father, of course, so we can tease him more and nice big balls. We can shave him later, though, I think we should see how his powers of endurance are." Pippa continued to massage my hard-on, rubbing her lovely young breasts against my upper torso as she did. In her black stilettos she was almost as tall as my 6 feet 2 inches. "How long before you come when you're masturbating, Tony?" she asked, in the same casual tone of voice she used to say "Please pass the pepper". I gulped, trying to think and also trying to concentrate on the wonderful feelings flooding through my cock and balls as my sister manipulated me. "Er, sometimes I can last a couple of hours," I told her. "When I feel an emission coming on, I rest for a few minutes, then I start again. I think I once wanked for almost two and a quarter hours before I had to stop teasing myself and let it all come out." "Commendable, my darling brother," said Pippa, "but I'm afraid you won't be able to last that long with mummy and me, will he, mummy?" Mum ran her hands across my taut buttocks. "Fraid not, Pippa, but we'll see - his powers of control may be greater than we expect. Get to work, only take it easy on him." And with that, mum settled down in her favourite easy chair, Pippa pushed me to face her, and as my sister started to stroke my cock, mummy placed one hand into the top of her panties and began to stroke herself. Pippa's strokes were smooth but strong. After a few of them, she began to pull my foreskin down from my helmet, a move which obviously drew approval from mother. "That's nice, darling," she told her daughter, "only not quite down to the ring, it will excite him too much." "OK, then I'll change my angle of attack," said Pippa, who then walked in front of me and squatted down. I next felt the utter and complete delight of her mouth closing over my cock head and sucking on my hardness. I'd had several girl friends, but none of them had ever done this - it was indescribably beautiful. And exciting. As Pippa's mouth went to work, mum's hand-stroking in her panties increased in tempo. "How's he taste, Pip?" asked mum, her voice now beginning to exhibit traces of her own excitement. Pippa pulled off my pulsating penis and answered: "Lovely - the usual taste you'd expect from a randy young prick, but very nice. But I'm not going to go deep down on him until we've shaved this shaft." Mum's response was a grunt and then I watched in fascination as, for the first time in my life, I saw a woman stroke herself to sexual satisfaction. Mum's orgasm wasn't noisy but she certainly became very flushed in the face as her fingers flashed across her pussy. After she had subsided from her orgasm, mummy rose from her chair and smiled at me and sis. "Time I had a go with him, my dear," she told Pippa. "Go and fetch the razor while I'm having some fun, there's a good girl." Pippa left the room and mum started to stroke me. If anything it was even more exciting than my sister's manual manipulations because mummy stood directly behind me and pressed her lush big breasts against my shoulder blades as she pulled on my hard-on. "Crikey, you're so hard my darling," said mummy, as her hand moved slowly up and down my stiffness, "I've never felt such a hard young cock in my hand, you lovely lad." And then Pippa was back with a safety razor, a bowl of water in a bowl and a sweet smile on her face. "All ready to get him hairless, mummy," she said, pulling up a stool and sitting down on it in front of my erection. "Keep stroking him, it's so much easier to shave a stiffy shaft," said Pippa, as I felt her go to work with the razor. But instead of starting at my cock, Pippa removed the hair from around my nipples, then shaved away all the hair from my belly and abdomen. Only then did she move to my genitals. Smooth strokes, each preceded by a dip of the razor into the warm water, were made until my cock and balls were completely devoid of my dark pubic hair. All that was left was a slim strip across my pubic bone where Pippa left a narrow strip of blackness. Otherwise I was as hairless down there as the day I'd been born. "Fuck, he feels so smooth now, darling," said mum, as her hand continued its massaging of my stiff rod. "Do you mind if I taste him now?" "Be my guest, mum," said Pippa, standing and walking from the room. Mum then sat down on the stool, looked up at me with a lovely smile and said: "Now, be a good boy and control yourself, although I know that's going to be hard for you. Ooops, Tony, sorry about that pun!" And then her mouth sank on my stiff-headed cock and she started to suck on me even more sweetly than my sister. Her oral adoration of my hard-on was so suckingly insistent that I felt an incredible desire to shoot my load, but mum was obviously an expert and, sensing my cock's tension, she pulled away and smiled up at me again. "Easy tiger," she grinned, "don't let's get carried away." And with those words of admonition she began to lick her tongue up the underside of my shaft, until it flickered against my helmet, before sliding down the shaft to caress my balls, sucking and nipping at each testicle. Pippa returned to the room and stood beside me, rubbing her brassiere-covered breasts against me, while mum continued her fantastic fellatio before pulling away and getting up. "I think I'd better fetch a bowl," she told my sister, "because I sense he can't last much longer." When she left, Pippa put her hand on my stiffness and rubbed her palm over the head of my cock, before offering me her creamily-smeared palm to suck. I hesitated, but then licked her palm clean - my creamy stuff was tasteless, but it was a very exciting exercise, nonetheless. Mum returned with a small metal bowl and resumed her seat on the stool, then took me in hand once more. This time he jerking of my cock was stronger, the pulls on my foreskin going almost down to the thick ring a couple of inches from the tip of my penis. "Get the bowl, darling," mum told Pippa, "he's ready to shoot his load." Pippa darted round in front of me and picked up the bowl from the floor where mum had placed it. Mum's hand now began to jerk me faster and faster, her jerks sometimes being interspersed with a suck on my cock head. Then I suddenly tensed as I felt my orgasm near. Feeling my body's announcement, mum told Pippa "Now!" and my sister placed the bowl near my penis tip. "Aaargh," I cried out, or something like it, then mummy pressed my hard-on down until it was pointing directly at the bowl and I let go a strong spurt of spunk. Another followed, almost as strong, then a smaller splat, then a mere driblet. Mum looked up and smiled, before sucking slowly on my dwindling hard-on. "There's a good boy," she said, patting me on a buttock and standing up to remove my handcuffs. "Now run along to bed and we'll see you in the morning." Then she paused as I started to leave. "And no wanking, Tony, do you understand?" I nodded my agreement, and mummy smiled: "Good, because wanking you is now our job. Now off to bed with you." I ran upstairs, feeling relieved but also extremely excited. I didn't even bother to look at my birthday present from Pippa, but was soon in a deep, blissful sleep. The next morning, a Saturday, I was woken by Pippa stealing quietly into my bedroom. The bedside clock showed it was just gone 7 o'clock. Pippa was looking stunning - her hair was dragged back in the ponytail she wore in the erotic magazine but she was wearing only a see-through baby doll-style nightie. I could see the hard nipples on her lovely pert breasts and it was obvious she had no panties on! Pippa put a finger to her mouth in warning. "We don't want to wake mummy," she hissed, as she climbed onto the bed and lay beside me. She spotted the magazine by my pillow and smiled knowingly at me, before running her hand beneath the sheet and placing it on my already hard cock. "Like my little gift for you, Tony?" she asked, with a smile, as she began to work on my cock with slow, long, smooth strokes. "It's terrific, Pip," I told her. "What was the man like? How old is he?" Tony Gets Taken in Hand Pippa kissed me on my mouth - the first time in ages. "He's only 21 and he's a very gentle fuck, but you've got a nicer prick, Tony," she whispered. "Do you like what I'm doing?" "Oh god yes," I told her, "it's so fucking exciting." Pippa frowned. "Language, language," she said in a low, husky voice. My response was to run my hand up her baby doll until I came into contact with her left breast. I cupped it, feeling its smooth firmness, then played with her erect nipple. Pippa let out a soft little moan, then whispered in my ear: "That's nice, but try a little lower, Tony." As per her instruction, I traced my hand down over her lovely little belly to the light tracery of pubic hair at her mons. Then, for the first time in my young life, I felt a woman's pussy as my fingers explored down along her sex cleft. She was slippery, wet as a river! I started to explore, putting my fingers everywhere while Pippa worked on my stiffness. Then mummy walked in. "It's a bit early for that, isn't it Pippa?" she said, placing my early morning cup of tea on my bedside table. I looked up at mummy, who looked yummy - sorry about that bit of rhyming! She was wearing a shiny black satin nightie, which looked very slippery. Her erect nipples could be seen thrusting at the material. Pippa never paused in her stroking, despite mum's presence. "Course not, mummy," she said. "Tony's just got a typical teenager's early morning hard-on and I'm helping him with it. Want to give me a hand?" Mummy laughed, then climbed onto the bed on my opposite side. "That's an offer I can't refuse," she smiled, giving me a kiss on my cheek and pulling the sheet back to reveal my naked body with its attendant erection. "Did you sleep well, Tony?" mummy asked, placing a hand on my upper thigh and kneading the flesh. "Very well, thanks mum," I replied. "Well, it's time to really wake you up," said mum, who bent over, pulled Pippa's hand from my stiffy and placed her mouth on my helmet in a strong suck. I groaned in ecstasy as her mouth worked its magic on my cock, then felt her pull away. "Fuck, I love a hard-on to suck first thing in the morning," mum announced to no one in particular. "I couldn't have guessed," said Pippa, taking my hand and pulling it from her pussy. Then she peeled off her baby doll and lifted her upper body to my face so I could suck on her pert young nipples, rubbing her breasts lasciviously across my face while mummy resumed her sucking on my cock. Suddenly the dual excitement of mum's mouth on my penis and my mouth on Pippa's tits was too much for me and I cried out a warning: "Mummy, I'm going to come, I'm coming!" Mum moved her mouth away from my erection and took me in hand, jerking swiftly at my prick which was now pointing at my chin. I came with a spurt of spunk which plopped into my navel, then another which hit lower, then a third feeble little dribble which just slithered down my shaft. Pippa and mum then left me, after each had planted long smoochy kisses on my cheeks, and later we all assembled downstairs for breakfast. Pippa wore a little bikini bra and hot pants, mum was still in her sexy nightie, and I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. "Any plans for today, boys and girls?" mum asked, as we cleared the after-breakfast debris. Pippa looked at, I looked at Pippa. We both smiled. "I thought we'd both hang around the house, mummy," said my sister. "Something's bound to come up!" Everyone laughed, and as she put the last dish in the washer, mum said: "Sounds like a great idea, Pip. Go and fetch the rubber cuffs. There's no time like the present." My penis was already to start ballooning in my shorts when Pippa returned and waited while mum pulled my T-shirt off. Then she cuffed me and pulled down my shorts. My erection greeted her and was rewarded with a slobbery kiss as she knelt in front of me. Then the pair marched me into the lounge, where Pippa pulled off her bra and hot pants. She kept her high heels on and displayed her lovely firm young figure in a model-style pirouette. "Show off," mum called, then she stripped too! If only my old school chums could see mum now, I thought, as I gazed at her statuesque figure. Mum was larger all round than Pippa, of course, but her body was no less amazing to me. Her breasts hung beautifully, the nipples large and surrounded by dark brown splotches of areolae. The 40-inch D-sized globes looked good enough to eat. They sagged, of course, but only very slightly. Mum's legs were great legs, made even more lickable by the lovely tan, which I noticed when I looked at her pussy was of the all over variety. Her buttocks were large, but looked terrifically toned for a woman of 40. Her pussy was not like Pippa's, who used a razor down there, obviously. Mum's was covered in a thatch of pubic hair which exactly matched the light brown on her head. But the fuzz was not thick enough to hide the pinkish lips which peeped down from the pussy hair. Wearing high heels only served to heighten her stunning nudity. Mum laughed as I gaped at her. "Now tell me, Tony," she said, "have you ever had a tit fuck?" I shook my head dumbly and Pippa laughed. "Silly question, mummy," she said. "He's never even had a fuck, have you Tony?" "Er, no, no I haven't sis," I replied, still drinking in the naked beauty of my two favourite women. "Well it's time we remedied that situation," said mum. "Mum!" snorted Pippa, "you're not going to fuck him!" Mum smiled: "No, no, Pip. I was referring to the tit fuck, for heaven's sake." Pippa ran a finger across an imaginary sweaty forehead. "Phew," she exclaimed, "for a minute there I thought you were suggesting incest." Mum grinned at me, then walked over to the couch and lay down, face up. "Get him organised, Pippa, there's a darling," said mum, cupping her breasts in her hands. "Come on, young man, it's time you played bouncy on some big breasts," said Pippa, taking my cock in her hand and moving me over to the couch. I put my left knee on the leather seat and placed the right over mum's body until my cock was level with her breasts. Then I lowered my upper body until my cock was resting in the cleft between mum's tits. Mum pressed her breasts together, trapping my near-eight inch hard-on between them. "Now get going, darling," she smiled up at me, and I started to hump between mummy's lovely large globes. As my cock moved upwards, towards her chin, the pressure of the breasts on my cock pulled my foreskin back to the ring. Then, as I pulled back in a downward movement, the foreskin slithered back to fully cover my cock head. "I love the way a foreskin slides up and down during a tit fuck," said mum, as Pippa held me by the shoulders to steady me during the thrusting. "Yes, that's why I like a man with a full head of flesh on his prick," said Pippa, rubbing her erect-nippled titties on my upper torso. "It's so much more exciting than the circumcised jobs." Then my sister also knelt on the couch and presented me with her lovely perky breasts. My mouth went for the nearest nipple and now I was sucking one tit while fucking two others. And, of course, the twin peaks of mummy's breasts and Pippa's soon drove me wild with lust and I felt my orgasm nearing. "Mummy," I hissed, urgently, "I'm about ready to tumble. I'm coming, I can't stop it." Mummy's reaction was to free my cock from its breast bondage and lower her mouth to my shuddering cock head and as she engulfed the helmet with her lips I shot another load - this time into mum's mouth! After I'd comer, Pippa stood up and smiled. "How's he taste, mummy? Terribly salty?" Mummy shook her head. "No, but it is his second ejaculation of the day - his overnight load was probably the salty one of the day. Still, we can taste that tomorrow, eh?" I was then allowed to rest, but Pippa and mummy did nothing about removing the handcuffs. To assist in my speedy recovery, mummy put another Lady Sonia videotape into the player. This one involved Sonia and her red-headed assistant playing with two naked males strapped to beds in a sort of torture chamber. Both were big men, with big cocks, possibly nearer nine inches than eight. By the time the video was over - with both men spurting prodigious amounts of semen - I was aroused and ready for some more play. "Your turn, Pippa," said mummy, "while I watch. What's your plan for him now?" "Thanks mummy," said my sister. "Well, he's enjoyed a tit fuck, so I thought we'd see how he goes on my bum. How about it, Tony? Like to put that monster between my cheeks?" And as she asked the question, Pippa turned her back to me and bent over, her feet spread wide. Her pussy was pink and moist and I desperately wanted to kneel down and lick her, but I contented myself with a muttered: "Yes, please, Pippa!" "Really, Pip," said mum, as she settled herself down in her easy chair, "such a wanton display, you young hussy." But Pippa laughed, stood up, knelt on the couch with her back to me and pushed her bum cheeks out. "Righto, Tony, get to work," she ordered, and I stepped behind her and placed my cock on the upper crack of her buttocks and started to thrust back and forth. The next thing I felt was mummy's breasts pressing against my shoulder blades and her hands removing my cuffs. "Now cup her titties and stroke them, that'll be nice, won't it?" mum whispered in my ear. I did as she suggested and soon I was playing with Pippa's perky 35-inch titties while my prick was sliding around on her upper arse cheeks - sliding because I was leaking pre-cum all over her bottom. Then I felt mum's fingers working on me, scratching across my butt cheeks until, very carefully, she put a forefinger onto my anus and pushed it ever-so-slightly into my back passage. It was so fucking exciting that I called out "Yes, mummy, don't stop, that's lovely" - and I shot my spunk out onto the small of Pippa's back as she thrust her lovely young buns back against my heaving body. Mum left and came back a few moments later with some tissues which she used to wipe across Pippa's back. My sister then got off the couch and kissed me softly on the mouth. "That was lovely, Tony," she smiled. "Right," said mum, in a tone that brooked no argument, "it's time this young man had a good rest. We'll let him recuperate, Pip, or he'll be having dry runs next time he's milked." I was allowed to lounge around the house all day, a task made somewhat arousing by the fact that mum insisted I remain in the nude, while she and Pippa pranced around in very sexy lingerie. So by the time I had "recuperated" for an hour or so, I was showing all signs of being ready for more action. But the two ladies studiously ignored me and my semi-stiff prick. Then I tried to watch England playing a test match against the Australians to take my mind off the two scantily-clad women, who did nothing to help by constantly walking into the lounge and parading around in their lovely bras and knickers. Finally, at about 4 o'clock I marched up to mum and announced: "I think I've recovered, mummy. Can we play again?" Mum looked down at my prick, which was stirring as I looked at her hard nipples in the sheer black bra and pussy hair nestling in her see-through black panties. "Sure you're up for it, darling?" asked mum, giggling at her pun. "What does it look like, mummy?" I responded, and taking my penis in one hand I stroked it and felt it rise to a rigid erection. "Another hour, then we'll play a game, all right Tony?" said mummy. As far as I was concerned she was simply teasing me, but since I had no alternative, I went and sat down again in front of the cricket. At last the hour dragged by and mummy marched into the lounge with Pippa behind her. They had both changed into different outfits and each was designed to induce in me a raging hard-on. Mummy was wearing a black latex play suit, which glistened on her body like rubber. It had straps going around her shoulders and was cupless, so her beautiful big breasts were standing out and up. Fuck, I wanted to suck them - or fuck them! The play suit was also open at the crotch, so her pussy hair was peeping down. I might have imagined it, but I was sure she had shaved it back a bit, it seemed shorter than this morning. Pippa was in an even more alluring outfit, if such a thing was possible. Her breasts were thrust into major uplift by a black satin quarter cup bra, which looked just like the one she had been wearing in her "Pauline's Perversions" magazine. On her hips was a shiny black satin garter belt, which held up lovely black seamed stockings. A shiny pair of black satin panties gleamed at her crotch. Like mum, Pippa was wearing sexy high-heeled shoes. It was then that I noticed mum had a digital read out clock, which she placed on the small table beside her easy chair. Mum sat down and Pippa went and stood beside her chair. "OK, now we're all ready then I can explain the game," mum announced. "Yesterday, you remember telling Pippa about how long you could last without coming, Tony?" I nodded. Mummy smiled and continued: "Good, because we're going to play a little game to see how long you can last while Pippa's in control of your orgasm, and not you. You want to play?" Again I nodded. It sounded intriguing. "Right," said mum, turning the clock so it pointed towards me, the read out showing 00.00. "This is the timer and I'll explain the rules, Tony," she said. "For the first 20 minutes, Pippa is only allowed to give you manual stimulation. After 20 minutes are up she is allowed to augment that with panty stimulation. That will be self-explanatory, darling. "When 40 minutes are up, she can also add visual stimulation to her repertoire, which is where the video I've put in the player comes in. It's rather rude - in fact, some people might call it disgusting. They'd be prudes, of course, but hopefully you'll last long enough to see what I mean. "Just so it's not entirely unfair to you, there will be a timed one minute break between each 20 minute segments, so you have a chance to recover. You ready to play, Tony?" I nodded: "Yes, mummy." "Ready to start wanking him, Pippa?" said mum, looking up at my erotically-clad sister. "Ready, mummy," said Pippa, looking at me with a beaming smile. Mum then stood and fitted me with the figure-of-eight rubber handcuffs and Pippa stepped across and stood beside me. Resuming her seat, mum punched a button on the back of the clock and it read 00.01 as it started to count the seconds off. As soon as it was in operation, Pippa sprung into action, too. She had obviously oiled her hands, because her palm was slippery as it stroked and played with my erection. Soon she had a tempo going of pulling my foreskin back almost to the ring, then sliding it back up, then down nearly to the ring again, then back up. I was starting to sweat as she played with my stiffy - and the clock was only reading 09.45! Another 10 minutes and 15 seconds to my first brief rest. Shit, this was going to be tough. And it was made tougher by my wicked mum! She had slung her right leg across an arm of her chair and was slowly stroking her pussy, occasionally plunging one or two fingers into her cunt. It was obvious that there was no time constraint on my mother's orgasm! Somehow I managed to get to the first time control, and mum leaned over to stop the clock. She had roared to a noisy climax some five minutes previously, thanks to her snatch strumming exercises. Pippa paused until mother reached over and started the clock again. As it read 20.01, 20.02 and so on, my sister stood in front of me and smiled sweetly as she stepped out of her tight-fitting black panties. Then she placed them carefully over my face, being sure that the gusset of the garment was perfectly aligned with my nostrils. The aroma of her lovely pussy was a divine perfume. I inhaled deeply, savouring the delight of the sexy smell, and then Pippa stood on the other side of me and started to masturbate me with her other hand. The manual masturbation in combination with the delights of her sweet-smelling panties made it even more difficult to control myself. The difficulty factor was increased, I think, by the fact that neither Pippa, nor mum was speaking at all. The masturbation was taking place in silence - silence that is except for the occasional moans and sighs from mum, who was laying back working on her second orgasm. Mum came a second time a couple of minutes before the 40 minutes time control and Pippa's hand fell from my hard-on. From her chair, mum flicked the video power on and I looked intently at the screen. There was a minute's respite. Then mum restarted the clock and Pippa resumed her stroking of my raging hard-on. The video announced a movie by Climax Productions and I saw, to my amazement, that it was titled "Pauline's Perversions", introducing "Pauline Pash". And there, in all her glory, was my sister Pippa in the red corset outfit that she was wearing in the magazine she'd given me for my birthday. My eyes were glued to screen as Pippa's hand worked inexorably on my erection. Mum, who had obviously seen the video, was still facing me, her fingers once again at work on her pussy, stroking her lush labia lips, thrusting into her cunt. I'd watched about five minutes of the video, when Pippa eased the pressure on me by removing her panties from my face. But then she dashed my hopes that she was going easy on me by standing in front of me and lewdly rubbing the crotch piece of the panties up and down along her bare quim. When she had done this about five or six times, she put the panties back on my face. The aroma was even stronger than it had been at its first fitting. And then I saw Pippa and the naked stud exploring each others bodies and I knew I was not going to be able to control myself. As I watched the naked figures on the TV screen, then saw my mother masturbating herself like crazy, then inhaled the strongly-smelling panties, I felt an utterly uncontrollable urge to ejaculate. Pippa, her quarter-cupped breasts rubbing against my sweat-stained torso, smiled as she realised the game was nearly over and pulled her panties from my face and rubbed them sensuously against my erection. It was, as they say, the straw that broke the camel's back. With a moan and gasped "Fuuuuuuck" I shot my spunk into the panties as Pippa gathered the smooth shiny satin at my cock head. Then I shot another load, then another. Mum leaned over and stopped the clock. "Hmm," she said, "55 minutes 34 seconds. Not bad, not bad at all. I was hoping you'd make it to the hour, but not many men can, can they Pippa?" "Not many, mummy," said my sister, as she rubbed her semen-stained panties all over my cock and balls. "Still, you've got him tomorrow morning - only he might find it even harder to control himself after he's gone a night without wanking," said Pippa. Well, all that happened almost three years ago and it was a prelude to lots of wanking games played with me by mummy and Pippa. Sometimes I managed to last an hour, but more often than not they found some devious tricks to get me to shoot my load before the 60 minute time control. I'd like to tell you what I get as a reward for managing to last past the 60 minutes, but mummy has sworn me to secrecy! In a few days it's my big 21st birthday. Mummy and Pippa have promised me "a special treat" and I can't wait. But somehow, I think their "presents" for my 18th birthday are going to take a lot of beating. Oh crikey - a lot of beating! What a shocking pun.