7 comments/ 96154 views/ 45 favorites A New Family By: Rickfromillinois Barbara relaxed back in her bathtub with a glass of wine in her hand thinking about her life. She was 38 years old, 5 ft. 8 inches tall, had long chestnut hair that hung halfway down her back, long slim legs, and if she said so herself, a killer ass. She had always thought that her C cup breasts were too small, but she had large nipples that were so sensitive that she sometimes thought that the breeze from a butterfly flapping it's wings was enough to get them hard. She was physically in great shape. She ran every day and went to the gym 3 days a week. She had only been with one man in her life, her husband Bill. They had gotten married 19 years earlier when they were in college and she had gotten pregnant with their only child, Tom. Through the years she had often wondered if there was something "wrong" with her. She heard other wives complain about how all their husbands ever thought about was sex, as did she, but Bill seemed satisfied with "doing it" once every week or two. Maybe she was like a man and Bill like some women as far as sex drives went. She often thought that the vibrator gag gift she got at her bridal shower might have saved their marriage. She didn't even know what it was when she got it, and one of her friends had to explain how to use it to her. At the time she thought that it was disgusting and would never use it, but during a particularly frustrating time after being married for a couple of years, she dug it out of the bottom of a drawer where she had thrown it, and after looking at it for a long time, tried it out. She smiled and thought that if she had invested in battery makers, she would now be rich. This was especially true when because of his career he started spending weeks and months away from home on engineering jobs, only able to come home for several days and then be gone again, she was often very frustrated. Also, Barbara, her older brother by 2 years Dave, and her younger sister by ten years, Jane, had received a sizeable trust fund when their parents died 7 years ago. Bill became angry when Barbara refused to "loan" him the money, to start his own business, and he never seemed to recover from it. Barbara realized even before her parents died that she no longer loved Bill, and was beginning to doubt that he ever actually loved him. She remained married to him because of her son Tom, but lately she was beginning to think that it was time to divorce her husband. Barbara's mind drifted to her son Tom and his friend Larry. They had been friends since they were both 10 years old. Larry's parents seemed to view him as some kind of a nuisance in their lives and it was common for him to stay at Tom's house while Larry's parents went on one trip or another. He was often there when they ate supper, and it sometimes seemed that he spent more time at Tom's house then he did at his own. It reached a point to where they started calling the guest room "Larry's Room", and Barbara often referred to him as her "other son" and Larry called her "Mom." Then Tom and Larry turned 18 years old, and things started to change. It seemed as though it was overnight and all of a sudden, both Tom and Larry (especially Larry) were over 6 feet tall, had wide shoulders, and slim builds. They looked very similar in build and even their facial features. The biggest difference in their appearance was that Tom had blue eyes and Larry's were brown. Barbara thought that his eyes made him look sensitive, and he was always very polite to her. Although it wasn't a conscious action on Barbara's part, she started dressing more enticing in Larry's presence. When he was present she would wear tight shorts, wear T-shirts often cut short and exposing her midriff, and go braless, most often with her sensitive nipples hard and erect. She would find excuses to bend over from the waist to pick something up, giving him a good view of her bottom, or throw her shoulders back while taking a deep breath, making her breasts and nipples more prominent while standing in front of him. When she did those things she would often catch Larry staring at her bottom or breast, and he and Jack would both turn red and leave the room. That same year for a graduation present, Barbara's younger sister Jane offered to take Jack with her on a month long trip to Europe to visit Cathedrals. Jane's husband had been killed several years earlier in a car crash, and she didn't want to travel alone. When Jack mentioned that he wished Larry could come with them, Jane didn't hesitate to invite him too. Barbara didn't think that the boys really wanted to spend allot of time with Jane. Jane didn't seem to care much about her appearance. She dressed like a cross between a librarian and a Sunday school teacher, didn't wear makeup, and wore large dark rimmed glasses. Not someone you would want to go with for a good time, but the boys must have been able to spend some time away from her and experience some of Europe, because they seemed much more self-assured and confident upon their return. Now they were both attending the State University several hours away. Fortunately for them, they were roommates in the dorms. Shortly after the boys left, her husband started getting her to read sex stories on the net and in some magazines as well as watching adult movies. She learned some "new" terms for body areas, such as she didn't refer to it as her "down there" area, it was her pussy. It isn't a "thing" it's a cock or a dick. It wasn't her "bottom" or "behind" it's her ass, and the hardest thing for her even now, it wasn't her "vagina", it was her cunt. Her husband often insisted on her using those terms during the occasions where instead of "making love", they fucked. She did notice however that her husband was particularly interested in FMF threesomes. She strongly suspected that he wanted her to participate in such an arrangement with him and one other woman, and considering how many times when he came home after being gone for an extended period of time with little interest in sex, she came to believe that he was already fucking the other woman. She held her husband, the wine, and the stories that put the idea in her head about fucking Larry, responsible for what happened last weekend when the boys came home. It was Saturday morning, and "her boys" were home from the University. She was drinking a glass of wine after doing her morning run when Jack informed her that he and Larry were going to go play basketball with some friends. They were both dressed in sweat pants and T-shirts. After the left she poured herself another glass of wine and went and took a shower. While in the shower she thought about how sad it was that they weren't going out to meet some girls, although in Larry's case, she was secretly happy that they weren't. When she asked them about girls, they just shrugged. She had read about the thing called "blue balls" and felt sorry for both of them. When she was done with her shower, she looked in her mirror and decided that her pubic hair needed trimming, but first, another glass of wine. She put on a short white robe that came down mid-thigh, grabbed a small pair of scissors and a hand mirror. She went into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine and then went into the living room and sat down on an easy chair. The light seemed better here, but she would have to be sure to vacuum up the hair. She had her robe open and her legs spread apart when she heard the door open and close, and the boys talking as they headed for the living room. She quickly pulled her robe closed and tried to hide the mirror and scissors before they entered the room. She didn't think that they would notice the tiny remains of her clipped pubic hair lying on the carpet. When the boys entered they told her that it was raining, and then for some reason, sat down on the couch directly across from her. After a few minutes of silence she realized that they were both staring at her, or to be more exact, at the area below her waist. She looked down and realized that not only had her robe fallen back open when she was trying to had the mirror and scissors, but perhaps because of the wine, her legs were spread apart. Both boys were staring at her exposed pussy, and it was wide open staring back at them! She gasped, and while pulling her robe shut, she quickly pulled her legs together. Both boys jumped up and without saying a word, fled the room. Although deeply embarrassed, Barbara was also excited because as they were leaving, Barbara noticed that through their sweatpants she could see large semi-hard cocks on both boys. Large! Thinking about Larry's large cock made her wet down there. As for Jack's, which might have been larger, it was a little sick to think about, but at his age it was probably a natural reaction for what she was sure was his first view of real woman's pussy. She knew one thing for sure, he didn't inherit that from his father. His father had a "thing", Jack had a cock! The boys were so embarrassed that they left within the hour and returned to the University a day early. She knew that things might be a little uncomfortable for the three of them for a while, and was a little nervous thinking about what they would think the next time they all got together. While sitting in the bathtub drinking a glass of wine and thinking of Larry's cock, her free hand almost without her thinking about it, slowly glided to her clitoris and started massaging it slowly. The boys would be coming here tonight to spend the weekend. It would be sometime after midnight since Larry had some things he had to do at school first before they started on their way here. She told them that she wouldn't wait up for them, and would see them in the morning. It was after midnight when Barbara woke up to the front door of the house opening and then closing. She had intended to wait up for them, but probably of the warm bath and the wine, decided to "just lie down" for a minute, and fell asleep. First she heard the door to Jack's room open. She knew that he wouldn't be happy to see that it was just as he left it, unmade and with stained sheets on the bed. She didn't want to know where the stains came from, but she had a pretty good idea. She had asked both boys to strip their beds and put the sheets in the laundry room, but Jack had ignored her. Larry had not only done as she asked, but actually put the sheets in the washing machine and started it. Larry's bed was made with fresh sheets, Jack's was not. She heard bedroom doors opening and closing, someone walking down the hall to the bathroom, more door closing, and then finally silence. She kept thinking about how sweet Larry was, his beautiful brown eyes, how he didn't have any girlfriends, his poor blue balls, and especially, his big cock. After an hour of tossing and turning she got out of bed and slowly stripped off her nightgown and panties, put on a robe, and silently padded across the hall to Larry's bedroom, and quietly went inside. Larry's room was dark. The only light that Barbara could see came from the clock radio next to the bed. She stood motionless listening for several moments. She could hear Larry's deep breathing and decided that he was asleep. After silently closing the door she moved silently to the head of the bed and looked down at the vague outline of someone on the bed. Then what she could only think of as fate, the moon came out, and because of a gap in the drapes and the height of the headboard, a small area of the of bed was lit in soft light. She looked and saw Larry must be asleep naked, because he had kicked off the covers exposing his cock. His naked waist and his large and hard cock! Barbara climbed on the bed, and crawled to where she could lean down and take Larry's cock in her hand, although it was too big for her to wrap her hand completely around it. With her other hand she reached down and cradled his balls in her other hand. She knew from seeing his bulge in his sweatpants that Larry had a big cock, but for some reason she was taken by surprise by the size of his balls. She had seen pictures of course, but for some reason she still thought that all men's nuts were the same size. Compared to her husband Bill's balls, Larry's were huge. After getting over the size of Larry's balls, Barbara started licking the shaft and head of his cock, and then started bobbing her head up and down. Her husband Bill loved having his cock sucked, and told her that she was very good at giving blowjobs, though she wouldn't let him come in her mouth, but she was going to give Larry a great blowjob. He woke up and felt someone massaging his balls while sucking his steel hard cock. At first he thought it was his girlfriend Karen, but he had a very hard time talking Karen into sucking his cock, and when she did, she never sucked as much of his cock down her throat as whoever was sucking on his cock down her throat like whoever was doing. He reached over and felt the legs of whoever was in bed with him, ran his hand up them, and then came upon a very wet pussy. He ran his hands up and down her slit, and then started rubbing her clit. After working on her clit for several minutes, he started pumping two fingers in and out of her hot cunt, while at the same time he rubbed the thumb on the same hand on her asshole. He began wondering who was the horny cock sucking slut whose pussy he was playing with and could come up with only one answer. Mom! Barbara kept getting hotter and hotter as Larry was finger fucking her as she sucked his cock. No one had ever touched her asshole during sex, and she found it strangely exciting. She could feel his cock getting harder, and then feel it start to twitch. She felt him start to explode in her mouth. She was determined to give him the best blow job of her life, even if it meant doing something she had never done for her husband Bill, she was going to swallow it all. Although she had good intentions, there was just too much "come" hosing down her throat. Part of it squirted out the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin as Larry jerked both hands to the back of her head, holding it down as he appeared to be fucking her face. As she ran her tongue over the head of his cock he finally grunted and relaxed. When his cock started to grow soft, Barbara let his softening cock free of her mouth, turned around, and moved to the top of the bed. She knew from previous blowjobs that she had given her husband Bill, she should not try to kiss Larry, she would just put her head on his shoulder and sleep in his arms. As Barbara lay down, Larry rolled her over on her back, and while he rubbed one of her sensitive nipples in one hand, he sucked and then gently nibbled on the other. Then he started working his way down her body. He kissed and licked her navel, then started going down even further. Barbara was moaning, gasping, and twitching. She couldn't believe how hot she was getting. She almost came when he was working her sensitive nipples. Now he was on his way down. Could he be going there? She had never had anyone eat her pussy before, Bill had always said that it was just "too gross", but it was fine for her to suck his dick. He got to her pussy and started by running his tongue from her clit to her asshole, and she responded with a loud moan. He moved back up, wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked on it while he rapidly flicked it his tongue. Barbara started moaning "Yes, Oh God YES!" He started running his up and down and in and out of her cunt, while she started jerking her hips up and down. "Don't stop" she screamed. "I'm coming!" Then Barbara started to shudder and spasm as she had one of the best orgasms of her entire life. She started to go limp and relax back on the bed. As Larry moved back beside her, she wondered if they were going to fall asleep now. She was pleasantly surprised when Larry reached between her legs and started stroking her pussy again. She could feel herself becoming wet again as Larry moved over on top of her, slid his cock, which had grown hard again, up and down her pussy, and then after positioning over the opening of her joy canal, slowly started pushing his manhood inside of her. As he slowly pushed inside of her, Barbara felt on the edge of pain both because of the girth of the object being inserted inside of her, but also because of it's length. Fortunately she thought, Larry is a surprisingly gentle and skillful lover. He must have had much more experience then she thought. Then it was as though her body adjusted to the huge cock inside of her, and suddenly it started feeling good. Very, very good. Then Larry started increasing the speed of his thrusts and it just kept feeling better and better. "Oh yes!" she screamed. "Don't Stop!" "Fuck me! As Larry thrust in and out of her, she was squirming her wet ass around, back and forth, and tried to meet his very thrust as though she was trying to get as much of his pole inside of her as she could. Her ass was wet from all of her pussy juice that was running down her thighs and the crack of her ass. He was thinking that this was the best lay he had ever had. She sucked his cock dry, and now she was fucking him like he had never been fucked in his life. Mom was the best lay EVER! He grabbed both cheeks of her ass, lifting it off the mattress, so that he could drive himself deeper inside of her cock hungry pleasure canal. As he lifted higher from the mattress, he could see the moonlight shining onto his face. Barbara was so far into the great fucking that she was getting that she could hardly think, only close her eyes and feel how wonderful it was to have that marvelous piece of meat pumping inside of her. As Larry lifted her ass off the mattress in order to drive his monster cock deeper inside of her, she opened her eyes to gaze fondly on the man giving her so much pleasure. Oh shit! It wasn't Larry, it was her biological son Jack! As Jack was pile driving his hard cock deep inside of his mother, all he could think of was how tight she was, how could it felt to be inside of her, and how she was meeting his every thrust with the thrust of her own to meet his. "Ugghhhh, sooooo good!" "Don't stop!" "Never been fucked like this!" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Drive it deep into my hot cunt!" Then suddenly, "JACK?" "No, stop!" "This isn't right, I'm your MOTHER!" Jack was pounding his Mother's wet pussy as hard and fast as he could. He could feel his nuts starting to tighten when suddenly his Mother told him to stop, that is wasn't right to fuck her, or something to that affect. It was hard to be certain since he was concentrating on something else. His first impulse was to stop, after all, it was his mother telling him to. Then he noticed something. He hadn't stopped pumping his cock inside of her yet, and every time he shoved his cock deep inside of her wet hole, she responded by shoving back. She might tell him to stop, but she was still trying to fuck. "Are you sure you want me to stop Mom?" "You have to. I'm your Mother, and this isn't right." "Okay Mom, I've stopped" "Did you want me to pull my hard cock out of your wet cunt?" Jack started to slowly pull his cock out of his Mothers passage of pleasure. Barbara had to stop and think. Did she really want that mind bending sensation to stop? Not feel that fantastic cock sliding in and out of her? It wasn't right. She had to stop doing this now, no matter how great it felt. She had sucked her son's cock, swallowed his come, had an orgasm as he ate her pussy, and now he had started giving her the best fuck or her life. Not only better then she had ever had, but better then she had ever imagined! Barbara wrapped her legs around Jack's waist, and pulled Jack, or more correctly, Jack's cock back inside of her. Jack started fucking his Mother with renewed vigor. Man it felt good buried inside of her! A New Family Business Warning: There is relatively no sex in this first chapter, only innuendo of what is to come. I'm merely introducing the characters and rolling out the plot. If the story is received well and interest is shown, I'll proceed to at least a second chapter, who knows? The new family business - A short story by Jacques Boncoeur It really is difficult to know where to start. The beginning would be just as unbelievable as the end. Even I can't believe it, so I suppose I'll have to follow the usual trend and tell you something about my family. My name's Robbie and I'm forty-seven years old. I married the love of my life, Suzanne twenty six years ago when we were both twenty-one. We have two daughters, Molly who is twenty-five and single and Laura who is twenty-four and has just had her first anniversary. The final actor in my family story and the fulcrum of the events that have recently occurred is my elder brother by two years, Gordon. You might have guessed by our names that we are Scot's by birth although that has nothing to do with my story. Despite being the elder, Gordon has by no means been a good role model. Throughout our lives he has got himself and me in more trouble than I care to think. I've been in more fights that I can number that have been started by my dear brother and I've always seemed to have carried the can either with the blame, or the injuries gained and I've spent more time apologising for his conduct usually when he is long gone from the scene of his crimes. Nevertheless I love the guy and I suppose I've always admired his happy go lucky thoughts on life. Of course over the years Gordon hasn't reformed, to the point where our parents, family and friends have just come to accept that's how he is. Some of the 'friends' he's brought home are really way out and things got to a head when our Mum caught him fucking her 67 year old sister over the back of Dad's favourite armchair, while she was busy munching on one our mates dick. Family re-'unions' were never quite the same after that. To my knowledge he's come on to Suzanne at virtually every opportunity, even right in front of me. 'You don't mind if I fuck Suzanne senseless, Robbie', he often says as he comes into the house without knocking or invitation after months of not hearing from him. He then gropes her tits or thrusts a hand up her dress whilst almost swallowing her face with his kisses. He doesn't do this in fun mind, he is completely serious and it is only that Suzanne firmly pushes him off. At this point he just continues, as if he's just asked for a cup of tea and his actions are what everyone does. Suzanne just accepts it and never complains. I think she loves him just as much as I do. Anyway, back to my story. Last Friday at about ten in the evening the phone rang and it was Gordon. I had answered it and without any pre-amble Gordon said, 'Thank God you answered Robbie, I'm in the shit. I need you to line up some whores for me.' I'm so used to this type of dialogue with my brother that I hardly took a second to answer. 'I don't know any whores Gordon, so how can I line them up?' 'Of course you do, Suzanne's best friend Kathy and her two daughters are whores and I need them for a gang-bang next Saturday.' I think by now you can tell I'm not easily shocked but this revelation that a woman and her daughters that virtually lived at our house did come as a bit of a surprise. But one thing my brother isn't it's a liar. If my brother says they are whores, they almost certainly are. 'Gordon, call back in half an hour and I'll talk to Suzanne,' I said lamely as I didn't want him to know what an idiot I was for not knowing. 'Ok sport, give her a good fucking from me, you lucky bastard'. And he rang off. Suzanne of course had witnessed our conversation and noted my surprised visage. 'Gordon says that Kathy, Bev and Corinne are whores and he wants me to book them up for a gang-bang next Friday.' I tried to make it sound a run of the mill statement but the tremor in my voice let me down. 'Oh yes, you'd better see if they're available I suppose,' she said, as though I'd asked if they could come over to play bridge. 'Why didn't you tell me they were whores' I asked? 'Why on earth should I? That's there business and don't start getting on your high moral horse, it doesn't suit you.' I seemed to be the one that was being cast as the culprit once again, so I tried to change tack. 'I'm not getting on my high horse at all. I'm just saying that it would be nice to know what sort of people we are entertaining.' Of course the tack I chose was completely the wrong one. 'You sanctimonious bastard, what do you mean 'sort' of people? They're our friends and they're my 'sort' of people. So, go sit in the other room when they're here if you don't like it.' I could rapidly see that in her eyes I was slipping from my normal role as adoring husband to that of the local cesspit cleaner. So being a true artisan I dug a deeper hole for myself. 'I wasn't casting aspersions; it's just that you don't usually like that sort of thing.' She got up, her eyes blazing pits of fire and virtually spat the words at me. 'You fucking bastard, if it wasn't for the fact that that I vowed never to give myself to another, I'd have been a whore years ago. At least I get more fucks than I do from you.' With that she stormed out of the room and slammed the door, leaving me covered in the purple haze of her indignation. I was so stunned with what she had said and how all of the sudden I was the one at fault, that all I could think of was to phone Kathy. When Gordon called a few minutes later, I told him that Kathy wanted three thousand pounds for the three of them for the evening. 'No good Robbie, that's what I'm charging for setting it up. Two thousand smackers top line. You'll have to haggle mate. I'll call you back in ten minutes.' Ten minutes later when Gordon called back, I was not only a procurer but I'd also negotiated a discount. I meekly made my way up to bed and tried to make things up with Suzanne. She was laying with her back towards my side of the bed. If the heat from her eyes had not lacked in intensity then the frost coming from her now caused me to shiver. 'Darling, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be judgemental or moralistic. I was just surprised. They are our friends and always will be. I've even phoned Kathy up and made the arrangements. And I really mean it. It's the oldest profession in the world and even if you wanted to do it I wouldn't stand in your way.' She turned over and looked at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. 'Yes, and pigs might someday fly.' 'No I mean it,' I said. 'It's as good as any job and no matter what you did I'd support you and be proud of you.' Of course, I never thought anything would come of it and I'm sure neither did she. What fools we are that tempt fate. During the next week Gordon came home and of course camped out in our spare room. Neither of the girls live at home but another disconcerting thing about my brother was that he would so often walk around naked during the day and would think it nothing to fuck some woman or other on the kitchen table or in the living room without even warning us of the possibility. This never seemed to bother Suzanne or the girls but I never really had come to terms with it. Anyway, it was Thursday evening last and Gordon was naked laying on our couch and wanking to a porn film when the phone rang and it was Kathy for Gordon. 'Oh fuck, no Kath they'll kill me, I've already spent my part of the money. You've got to come. Fuck the swine flu, you can't let me down, you can't.' After a few second more conversation he smashed the phone down onto the coffee table. 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, and Fuck! I'm dead. The three of them have been quarantined with the bloody swine flu. I've got thirty randy black bastards turning up on Saturday and I've already spent my cut.' 'If it's only a thousand, I can raise that, I said helpfully.' 'What do you mean a thousand; my cut's ten thou and a part of the video rights.' 'You lied to me; you told me your cut was a thousand pounds!' I said angrily. 'No I didn't, I said that was what I was being paid for setting it up, and I had other considerations.' It didn't occur to him that at best he had misled me, if not downright lied but as usual no-one took my feelings into any sort of consideration. 'If Robbie agrees, I'll do it,' piped in Suzanne as though she was agreeing to take Kathy's place in a toothpaste commercial. 'That's no good, I need three and they're meant to be mother and daughters. These guy's are kinky like that.' 'I'll ask the girls,' she said nonchalantly. 'What the fuck are you talking about,' I screamed in amazement. 'Well you did say you'd support me in whatever I wanted to do and I want to help Gordon out.' I sat down truly dazed thankful that my two daughters would talk some sense into their mother. So, it was with more than mild surprise when ten minutes later my wife came back into the room to say that if I agreed they were all looking towards Saturday night. I needed to think but I was hung by my own words. I suddenly spoke from the heart. 'Whoa! Hold on. This is going much too quickly. I know I said that I would support you and I really want to but, even though I've often thought of seeing you being fucked in my fantasies, it has never been a reality, I'm not sure I could take it. Are you willing to take the risk?' 'What do you mean risk? Risk of what?' Suzanne replied. 'What happens if, once I've sold you that I can't live with second hand goods?' I was trembling now. It suddenly came to me that looking at her face that, not only did Suzanne want to do this but she was willing or reckless enough to take the risk that it might ruin our marriage. Getting angry again, she almost shouted at me. 'Oh don't be silly, it's just sex. You've never worried about people touching me up or seeing my tits. In fact you've encouraged me. What's the difference? What if I were raped? Would you stop loving me then?' 'I'll never stop loving you whatever you do but this isn't rape, you are going to sell yourself, not to just one man but from what I hear dozens of black men. And, don't bring race into it, it has nothing to do with my feelings. I'm just not sure that I could live with the knowledge that you had willing sold yourself. No, selling yourself isn't the problem. You actually want, and you want our daughters, to have sex with dozens of men. You say you will only do that if I agree. I've already said that I would support you in anything you want to do, but I'm not sure that things will be the same between us ' I was almost pleading with her to understand. 'One thing to understand though and this doesn't affect the way I feel but I won't be a cuckold if you decide to go ahead, I want my cut! And, I want a real pimps cut, a third of everything you take, tips and all. And, that's from both Gordon and you!' 'Fuck me Robbie, I'm skint, where am I going to get £300?' Gordon screamed. 'I don't give a fuck, and its £3333 as my cut for your extras, plus the £333 for setting up the deal. So, don't try to short change me! And, I want the original £3000 for the girl's fee, of which £1000 is my cut or, the deal is definitely off.' I had hoped that this might close the deal there and then but my wife had not heeded my warnings. 'I'm okay with that and I think the girls will agree, so it's up to you Gordon, either you stump up Robbie's cut and pay or you go elsewhere for your whores.' As always, Gordon rode the waves like a true surfer. 'Ok, I'll find the money somewhere. Does this mean I can fuck Suzanne now then?' I tried to hide my surprise and his enquiry helped. 'When I see £300 on the table, my whore wife is yours for an hour.' Suzanne looked at me aghast but Gordon merely took his wallet out of his back pocket and placed six £50 notes on the table in front of me. Touché. End of Chapter One A New Family Barbara was flabbergasted! Jane? She always dressed like such a "frump" with loose oversized blouses, skirts that ran down to her ankles, oversized glasses, hair in a bun, no makeup, and never wore bright colors. Even though she had been married, it wouldn't have surprised Barbara to learn that she was still a virgin because she just wasn't interested in sex. Now she learned that she had fucked not only her nephew, but his friend too? Barbara guessed that the old saying about "still waters running deep", was true. While thinking about moving into a house with the boys, Barbara's hand, almost of it's own accord, had lazily went down to her pussy and idly started sliding up and down her slit, sometimes pushing her finger into her cunt, and others massaging her clit. Her pussy started becoming wet. While telling herself that it would be impractical to buy such a large house, it would cost a fortune, and she might not be too happy about sharing her "sons" with two other women, it would still be nice to see them every day..... Barbara found herself on the internet checking out real-state in the area of the University. Maybe what she would be doing would be starting a new type of family, and family was always first.