4 comments/ 178752 views/ 28 favorites Help My Wife! By: NaughtyWendy Tom Brown was the local shopkeeper in the small village of Ruralton, and was known as being one of the nicest men in town. His wife Margeret, in her early fifties, but a few years younger than Tom helped out in the shop from time to time, stocking shelves and going over the books, and today was such a day. The shop was very quiet though, and so the couple found themselves chatting. "I'm sorry about last night," said Tom quietly, from where he was standing behind the till. Margaret was filling up the fridge with milk, and looked over at him with a puzzled expression. "Sorry about what?" Tom looked around to make sure the shop was empty. "You know... That I couldn't get it up in bed for you?" He felt very embarrassed and could feel his face going red. Margaret smiled gently at him. She did love him so much. "It's okay, Tom," she comforted him, "It's your health, love, there's nothing we can do about it." Tom sighed, "But I feel bad. You've always had a higher sex drive than me, and now I can't look after... your needs..." Margaret told him not to worry, even though it did concern her a little bit. She had always enjoyed having an active sex life, of course it had dropped away a little after they had their two children, but after they grew up and moved out, Tom and Margaret's sex life had reignited again. However, Tom's health was ailing and whether it was that, or the medication he was on, lately he had found that he could get an erection sometimes when in bed. Although she told her husband that it didn't matter, really Margaret was finding herself growing a little frustrated. But what could she do about it? She had only ever been with Tom, and he with her; they had met at school and were what people called childhood sweethearts. She couldn't ever see herself with another man, no matter how desperate her needs became. "Maybe you should talk to the doctor about it?" Margaret suggested, but Tom shook his head, going bright red in the face again. "No, I would be much too embarrassed," he admitted then relented, "We'll try again tonight and see if I can get hard for you. If I can't then maybe I will think about it." "Hi mum," said a voice from behind Margaret, making her jump. She turned around to see their eldest child, Luke with a basket of shopping in his hand. Where had he popped up from? How long had he been here and how much had he heard? "Hello Luke," she said to him, "Doing some shopping?" "Yep, then I've got to get off to work," he said, passing the basket over to his father working at the till. Luke was in his late twenties now, and a good-looking young man, popular with the girls of the village. He was the local school's P.E. teacher, and both Margaret and Tom were very proud of him, although they also felt that he should be thinking about settling down sometime soon. He had plenty of girlfriends, but he never seemed to stay with any of them for long. Tom finished putting Luke's groceries into a bag and then waved his son goodbye. Margaret gave him a kiss on the cheek and when he left the shop, she looked at her husband. "That was close!" she whispered, "I hope he didn't hear anything." Tom nodded. ______________ Luke smiled to himself as he left the shop. So his dad couldn't get it up anymore. He felt sorry for him, but worried more about his mum. Luke had often heard them have sex over the years, unlike his younger sister he had never moved out of the family home, so he heard them at it quite a bit, and from the way his mother could be quite noisy sometimes, he had guessed that she perhaps liked sex more than her husband. Luke was old enough to know that even older couples needed sex, and he pondered what he could do to help his parents with their dilemma. He knew lots of naughty girls in the village and the surrounding areas; he was sure he could maybe get one of them to perhaps be naughty with his dad, to try and help him out, but how would mum react to that? Perhaps he should do it in secret, but he didn't think dad could like to mum. He was just too nice a person. But his mum, now there was an idea. Perhaps she should just leave dad alone, after all Luke didn't think his old man was that bothered about sex, not as much as his wife. If Luke could find someone to seduce his mum, she could get some fun with someone else in the village. But who? He decided to talk to his mum about it tonight, after work when he got home. That evening, Margaret was putting the dishes away after tea when Luke walked into the room. "Can I talk to you for a minute, mum?" he asked. Margaret looked around to see where Tom was. He was sitting in front of the telly, watching football. "Of course you can, dear," she said to her son, and they sat down together at the table. Luke took a deep breath and told his mother that he knew all about her problems with his father. Margaret was devastated but knew that her son would only want to help. She quietly told him that she knew that Tom was impotent and that it was really worrying him. In one way she could speak to him about sex. He had often walked behind her in the house and squeezed her bum and said spmething naughty to make her laugh. This was more serious though. She went on to say, "You know that your father is such an honourable man, Luke. His main concern is not himself. It is me. He knows that I am in my fifties and he is devastated that I am missing out on things." "You don't have to tell me Mum. He is the finest and most honest man I have ever met. I admire him so much." Margaret nodded. Luke was a good boy. She had been so afraid that Tom would be ashamed if he thought anyone knew. Luke took a deep breath and said, "He has told me all about his problems, Mum. And you are right. He is worried to death about you. He thinks it is so unfair to you." Margaret was shocked. She knew what a private man her husband was and it must have taken so much courage for him to explain it to Luke. Margaret spoke softly about her loving husband "What did he say Luke?" Luke again took a deep breath. He had decided to speak to his father before talking to his mother. That was the easy part. It was coming to the difficult part now. "Dad said that it wasn't natural for you to live a celibate life and it was a problem he felt responsible for and that he must find a solution." Margaret let the words hang in the air. She couldn't think of what to say. She just kept quiet. Luke continued, "He thinks we have to find someone to take over his duties." To Margaret this was unimaginable. She genuinely did feel so frustrated but this was impossible. She did manage to stutter, "But no man could take your fathers place, Luke." He nodded. He had a lot more to explain. "Dad showed me those pictures you keep of me, Mum, in my bathing trunks, and in my gym kit." Margaret blushed. This was her secret; although she had told Tom and he had helped her with the pictures. Tom had helped her in her secret moments. Luke spoke quietly, "He told me what you do when you look at my pictures, Mum, and he told me how he stood by the door for your safety and privacy." Margaret blushed. "I feel so ashamed. I am your mother." Luke then said, "I have also done it Mum. With your pictures." "My pictures?" "Yes, secret pictures I took of you. These ones." Luke handed an envelope of pictures which Margaret examined. There were a few of her undressing, where she was in just her bra and knickers, and there was another of her just sitting on the bed in little panties. Her breasts looked enormous. She wondered if he had any more pictures like that. How had he taken them? She asked him and he reddened too. "I was hiding under the bed with my camera," he admitted. She felt so embarrassed as she looked at the one showing her breasts. She looked so big. He must have guessed hat she was thinking, "Mum, I like your big tits." Margaret smiled, but Luke didn't want it becoming too much of a joke of it and so said seriously, "Mum, if you become my woman, you will have to show me your tits every day, you know?" She nodded and so he pushed it further, "And you big nipples." She half smiled, "My nipples are pink," then she looked at Tom sleeping on the chair in front of the television, "We will have to tell your father." Tom surprised them both. He was on the settee with his eyes shut but he was secretly awake, "You don't have to tell me anything. I have heard it all." Margaret blushed. Luke murmured, "It is what you asked me to do, Dad." Tom nodded, "Quite right, Luke, and I want you to know that I am grateful. You have shown a lot of courage." Margaret spoke up, "You know, Tom, that whatever Luke does to me, I love you very much and you are still my husband and you are head of this house?" Luke added, "Yes, Dad, I don't want anything to change. Your word is still law. This is your house." Tom nodded, pleased with the show of respect. "Yes, I appreciate that. But we must remember the main purpose of all this. When just the three of us are together, Margaret, you must remember that you are Luke's woman." She nodded but Tom wanted to drive the point home, "You'll be Luke's bitch." Luke coughed nervously but wanted to join in, "What should we do about you, when I fuck the bitch, dad?" Margaret could see this was difficult and suggested, "Should we just send you to bed, Tom?" Tom also found this embarrassing, "I know you may think I am in the way, but I don't really want to be sent to bed like a child?" They both nodded. They did want what was best for him, but he still looked embarrassed, "I don't want to hinder you son, but perhaps I could assist you if you needed it?" Then Margaret remembered something. When she had spoken previously to her husband about her fantasies of being taken by Luke, Tom had seemed a little excited. She asked him gently, "Do you want to see Luke mount me, Tom?" Luke caught on and said, "Dad, if you watch me fucking mum, do you think it would help you to get a horn on?" Tom nodded. Margaret understood more now but the subject was still delicate, but Luke was a man and understood these thing better so asked his father directly, "Would you like to wank when I fuck her?" Tom nodded and then said, "I won't get in your way, when I am ready, I can leave you and go into the toilet." Luke could see that his mother didn't want his father to have to sneak to the toilet like a naughty boy, so he suggested, "But dad you will be watching us do everything. You will be watching me get her big tits out so that I can suck juicy pink nipples." Tom nodded so he continued, "And you will see me pulling her big knickers down to look at her twat, and then watching me shoving my prick up her." Tom nodded. The words excited him but he said nothing. Luke continued relentlessly, "We'd like to watch you wanking." Margaret nodded agreement. Tom coloured up but realised they were doing all this for him. Something was worrying him though, "But what if I manage to cum?" he asked. Luke replied, "Both mum and I would love to see you enjoy yourself, dad. In fact I will try to time it with you. We can spunk together?" Tom could see his wife nodding her approval but waffled on, "But I'll make a mess?" Margaret had an idea, "You can use my underwear, Tom." Luke smiled. It was all solved without much embarrassment. "When I take her panties off, I will give them to you, dad. As you watch me fucking her, you can wank off into her knickers." Luke could see his father was getting aroused and almost told him to pull his cock out for a practice wank, but decided against it as Margaret spoke to her son. "Your father and I are very grateful to you, Luke, but it is so important that no one else knows about this." Luke nodded. He had always been very close to his sister Dawn, even since she had married the pathetic Father Edward. Luke had always thought of Edward as being a touch effeminate, certainly not the sort of man his sister should have married. Tom was also aware of how close his children were, "And that means Dawn as well, Luke. Your mother and I would be so ashamed if Dawn knew." Luke nodded. He normally shared everything with Dawn but he realised that he couldn't really tell his sister that he was fucking their mother. Help My Wife! Ch. 02 So later that evening, when he saw his mum yawn and stretch, Luke said, "So shall we go to bed?" They had all been sitting watching the television since their chat, but nothing had happened just yet. "Yes, I am a little tired," said his mum. Luke had been horny all night though, thinking about what they were planning to do, and he said so. "I'm feeling quite randy, if you feel like doing what we were talking about earlier?" Margaret looked uneasy, but nodded after a moment. "Tom?" she asked her husband. Tom looked uncomfortable too. "Should I sleep in your room, Luke?" "There's no need," Luke replied, "You can watch, like we said earlier?" The three of them went upstairs in silence, then into the master bedroom. Luke told his mother to sit on the bed, and his father to stand at the other side of the room for a minute. "Take your top off, mum," said Luke in a commanding tone and Margaret looked for a moment like she didn't want to, but she knew she must do this. She sighed in resignation and pulled her jumper up and over her head, so that she was just in her big white bra. "And your skirt too," said Luke, so she pulled her skirt down over her hips and kicked it off. She cringed a little because she only had her plain white panties on but she knew her son didn't mind really. Luke joined her on the edge of the bed. "My, my," he said, staring at her chest. "Your tits look enormous, mum, even bigger than they do on the photos." Margaret blushed as he unclipped her bra behind her back, and then she let the bra fall off, so that her large breasts swung free. Luke's hands cupped them immediately, his fingers and thumbs tweaking the nipples and making her sigh in pleasure, despite herself. "Okay," he said, "I'm going to take your knickers off now." Margaret was feeling quite excited, with her son's hands still squeezing her tits, but she did her best to hide it as he finally let go, and pulled down her pants. Luke saw his mother's fanny for the first time, and wasn't surprised to see it was dark and hairy. "Spread your legs, let's have a good look," he said, moving to stand in front of her. Margaret's face was red as she opened her plump thighs and lay back on the bed to give him a better view as Luke took her panties off her ankles. "Wow, your fanny looks so nice, mum," he said as he threw her knickers to a wide-eyed Tom who was standing at the foot of the bed, watching everything happen. His dad caught them but didn't do anything with them just yet. Margaret opened her legs as wide as she could, so her son could see her bush properly. She could see a bulge in the front of his boxer shorts, as he took his shirt, trousers and socks off. She didn't want to stare, but she couldn't help it. She hadn't seen his willy since he was a small boy, and he certainly didn't look small any more, she chuckled to herself. Luke saw his mum looking at his stiffy, which was growing in his pants. He remembered his dad saying that she had looked at pictures of him in his gym kit and swimming trunks. "Do I look better in the flesh, than in photos?" he asked. Margaret sighed never taking her eyes off his groin, as she replied that he definitely did, so he pressed further, "Would you like to please yourself, while you look at me?" His mum looked shocked, but she was his bitch and she knew she had to do it. It would spoil everything they had arranged if she were to offend him now, so she reached down hesitantly and began to rub herself slowly. Luke watched with eager eyes as she began to go faster, using her finger tips to fizz herself until she began to breathe heavily, getting more and more excited until she began to almost hump her hand. Luke felt his dick grow really hard, straining against the front of his shorts, tenting them outwards, almost as though it were trying to get to his mum. "Look at what you've done," he said softly, and Margaret's eyes opened slightly wider when she saw it. "Please let me see," she groaned, still rubbing her hairy, wet slit. Luke stepped closer, and Margaret sat up slightly, still touching herself with one hand, but with the other she reached out and taking a hold of the waistband of his shorts, she tugged them down until his angry-looking erection popped out. Her eyes took in the sight of him. Luke's body was athletic and muscular, his muscles defined and taut, and below his sculpted abdomen, his cock stood straight out in front of her, curving slightly upwards magnificently. She felt bad because he was shaven down there, making him look even bigger and prouder, whereas she was all hairy down below. "You can touch it, if you like?" Luke stepped in between her spread legs, and Margaret couldn't help but yank his shorts right down and grab his dick. She was surprised how hard it was, she must have grown used to Tom's erections getting steadily softer over the years. Her son's proud shaft felt hot in her hand, and she could almost feel it throbbing, it was that erect. Luke had often wanked himself off when he was younger, staring at the photos of her in her underwear, and the sight of her tits always made him cum, but through it all he had always wondered what her twat looked like, and sometimes he imagined feeling it or even fucking it, although he knew it was wrong. "So when did you last have some cock?" Luke asked, as she stroked his penis up and down. Margaret felt so humiliated as she answered, "Several months ago," not just because it was a long time since her and Tom had sex, but also because she was naked and fingering herself to the edge of orgasm right while her husband and son watched. It was so embarrassing but she had no option but to degrade herself like this. "Are you getting hard, dad?" asked Luke, when he noticed that his dad had dropped his trousers and was tugging on his soft, smallish cock in the corner of the room as he watched. "Not yet, but I am trying," Tom whimpered. He held his wife's panties in the other hand while he tried to tease himself to hardness. "Maybe you should fuck the bitch now? That might work." "Okay, dad," said Luke, kindly. Then he turned to face his mother again, "Right, move your hand." Margaret was embarrassed again when she moved her hand, because she knew her fanny would be really wet from her fingering herself and that her son would see, but he didn't say anything if he did notice. Luke moved forward again so that his cock was levelled right at his mum's hairy slit, then he looked at her to make sure she was okay. Her breathing was fast, her chest rising up and down, making her big, plump tits wobble slightly and she quivered slightly as he rested the tip of his cock on her pink folds. "Go on," urged his dad, "Fuck her. She is your woman now. Do what you want with her." Luke pushed forward. He had fantasized about this so much over the years, and it felt so amazing as he sank himself inch by inch into her twat. His mum gasped, as he finally sank himself fully inside her. It felt kind of strange to be inside his mum, but the look of ecstasy on her face as he began to ram himself slowly in and out of her made it worth it. He felt so happy to be able to give pleasure to his mother, especially because he knew she needed it so much. He was holding her legs open, enjoying the sight of her big tits bouncing as he fucked her and how her hairy minge looked, with her pink lips stretched around his dick as he pulled out and pushed himself back inside her. Luke could feel himself rising to the occasion, he would feel a little embarrassed at coming so quickly, but he couldn't help it. He told his mother than he was going to spunk inside her cunt, and she groaned in excitement. "Yes," she grunted, fucking back against him, "Fill me with your cum, son." "I'm going to make a mess," whimpered Tom. Luke looked at him, and saw that his dad had a semi-hard on. His knob was harder and bigger than it had , but it was still quite soft and small compared to his own. His dad was fisting himself furiously though, watching his own wife being fucked and his face was quite red with exertion. "Remember to use mum's big knickers," Luke reminded him, "Are you nearly there, dad? I'm going to cum now." Luke felt himself squirt violently, and shoved himself inside his mum one last time. Margaret squealed in pleasure as she felt the warm explosion inside her twat, then to her surprise, Luke carried on pumping her while he came. Normally, Tom used to just stick it in her until he emptied his balls in her, but Luke continued to fuck her while his dick kept squirting. Then his dick popped out of her, and the final jets of cum shot out of the tip of his pulsing prick, all over her lower belly and running down into her thick black pubes. "Oh mum," moaned Luke, "That was so good." At almost the same time, they heard Tom grunt and they both turned to see him hold her knickers around his dick as he shot his load. His knees were wobbling as he came, and then he sagged on to the bed and Margaret could see her knickers were full of his sticky white stuff, all over the gusset. While Luke got dressed, he suggested she wear them for him, and she pulled them on so that her husband's mixed with her son's as it dribbled out of her gaping pussy. "I really needed that," Margaret thanked Luke as he went to bed. "Yes, thanks, son," agreed his dad, "You've really helped us, but remember, not a word to Dawn, all right?" Margaret added as he left, "Or anyone else for that matter." "I promise," said Luke, but he knew it would be hard not to say anything. Tonight had been so exciting, and he wished he could share it with someone. Life in the Brown household went along quite normally over the following weeks. Tom worked hard in the shop and Margaret was equally industrious. Luke carried on teaching at the local school. Whenever anyone visited their house they were all impressed how lovely the family were. They all commented on Luke's respectful attitude to his father. It wasn't any sort of act. On most evenings when the three of them were alone they chatted and Luke appreciated his father calm wisdom and often asked his advice about some problem that had arisen in the day. Tom's advice was invaluable. Luke could get quite stressed out with work sometimes and his father could always calm him down. It was just on one or two evenings a week that Luke would be particularly anxious, and look at his mother in a particular way. Margaret could see it immediately. So could Tom, and he would simply sit down on an easy chair and say nothing. Margaret would ask her son quietly, "Are you all right, Luke?" He would be genuinely anxious and say, "I really like that tight top you are wearing, Mum." She would always smile lovingly, "Tell mummy what would you like, Luke." He always looked at his father first, before murmuring, "Could I have a little bit of tit, mum?" Without any fuss or embarrassment, Margaret would simply ease one of her breasts out for him to look at, and have a little feel and as he was feeling her, she would ask, "Do you want to see my knickers as well, Luke?" She would even help him by pulling her skirt up as he felt her breasts, knowing that Luke really enjoyed studying his mother's tight panty gusset. She knew what he liked to hear and told him, "It's full of pussy hair, Luke." He would breathe heavily, "I like seeing your cunt hairs, Mmm." Tom would never interrupt, as his son pulled his wife's panties down to look at her hairy twat. He could feel himself getting hard and although he was embarrassed about it, it was a nice feeling. Luke would simply slip his clothes off and both his parents would gasp at the size of the young man's cock. Margaret would just lean over and hold her son's stiffening penis, and then start to stroke it up and down until she felt him get hard in her hand. Sometimes, it was almost as if her need was greater than her son's. "Can I suck it, Luke?" she asked. She knew he loved being sucked and she could always tell what he needed, whispering, "I think you are ready now, Luke," when he was fully erect. He sighed and then looked across at his father and said, "She always knows, dad." Tom was gently squeezing himself and just grunted in reply, so Luke asked his mother, "How do you want it, mum?" Margaret liked variation and would lower herself onto her knees and give a little doggie yelp, "Can I be your pretty bitch today, Luke?" He smiled as he knelt behind her, "Dirty Maggie, my pretty bitch with the nice fat bottom." Margaret sighed, "I like you talking like that, Luke." She smiled at him over her shoulder as he lifted up her skirt and pulled down her big knickers. Her hairy fanny was exposed to him between her legs even though she was bent over. Luke could see his father ease his penis out as he spoke to his mother, loudly so that Tom could hear, "I am going up fat Maggie's arse." Tom was now groaning, partly from humiliation, but his excitement was intense and Luke realized that even in his embarrassment his father was aroused. As he inserted his penis between his mother's buttocks he spoke again to his father, "The bitch likes my prick right up her arsehole, dad." Tom gasped and spurted cum all over his trousers, then fled to the bathroom in embarrassment. Luke and Margaret felt sorry for him, but their own excitement had gone too far to stop now. Luke just shoved his prick right up his mother's arse and she helped by pushing backwards so that his penis was buried deep up her bottom. She was practically sitting on his prick as they both gently pistoned away, her big tits hanging below her and swinging with the motion. Luke put his hand beneath and squeezed her fat breasts while he continued to fuck her up the arse, until finally they both came so pleasurably. His mother first, then Luke, shooting his warm cum right up her. After they had relaxed for a while, he helped her back onto her feet as she said, "We slipped up there, mum. I should have given him your knickers." Margaret could see that Luke looked a little guilty and said, "Never mind, son. I will make sure that he has my panties tomorrow night." Help My Wife! Ch. 03 On the Saturday afternoon of that week, Luke and Tom were at home getting ready to leave for the big football match, when Dawn and her husband Edward walked in. "Hello, love," said Margaret to her daughter and son. Father Edward was the local Vicar, a nice man if a bit camp. Until Edward started going out with Dawn, everyone in the village had thought he was gay. Shortly afterwards, they got married. Margaret had found out that Dawn was pregnant and immediately proposed. They had a lovely baby girl called Olivia some six months ago now, and Tom and Margaret were delighted to be grandparents. "Where's the baby?" asked Tom, and Dawn explained that Olivia was spending the weekend with Edward's parents, who liked to spend time with her. "That's nice, dear," said Margaret, "Do you want a cup of tea?" "Yes, please," said Dawn, taking a seat in the kitchen. Father Edward moved to sit down also, but Luke poked him in the ribs as he passed. "Hey, Eddie," he teased him, "Why don't you come to the football with us? We're going to the match and then the pub for a bit?" "I don't drink," said Edward defensively, looking rather awkward. "Oh come on," insisted Tom, "Just come and watch the game then. What are you, a man or a mouse?" Edward reddened, and was going to argue further, but Dawn spoke up. "Oh, go with them, you never know, you might actually enjoy it." Edward couldn't say anything after that, so while Margaret and Dawn had their cup of tea, Luke and Tom put a football scarf around the bewildered Vicar's neck to cover up his dog collar and dragged him out of the front door. "Boys will be boys!" said Dawn smiling when Margaret asked her if Edward would be okay, "They might tease Edward, but he'll be fine!" "He does need toughening up a bit," said Margaret gently, not wanting to offend her daughter and she was relieved when Dawn nodded and agreed, so she pushed it further, "In fact I thought he might be a gay before you got together." Dawn looked at her mum and chuckled, "No, he's not gay, although he isn't very energetic that way" she seemed to think for a moment, "But I think it's because he's been tired, not because he doesn't like women." She sounded rather defensive. "Ah, okay," said Margaret, but Dawn noticed that her normally talkative mother had gone very quiet at the mention of sex. "Are you all right, mum?" she asked, and when her mother didn't answer straight away, Dawn decided to come right out with it. "Are you and dad having problems in the bedroom?" Dawn knew her mother better than anyone and her woman's instincts had been telling her that her mum wasn't quite herself recently. She knew her mother had always been so prim and always did the respectable thing, exactly like her father. In a way she felt that her parents probably held each other back. They were just too upstanding and respectable. She and Luke had always been more than just brother and sister and that hadn't stopped when she had married Edward. Actually out of the two men, she preferred her brother. Whilst she was certain that Edward wasn't gay, he was very in touch with his feminine side and Dawn had used this weakness for her own gratification, from time to time. When she chatted to Luke a few days ago, she could tell that her brother was dying to tell her something, but couldn't. Dawn could read Luke like a book, especially when they were alone together, and she instinctively knew it was connected with her mother and father. At the time it made her wonder, but now it all started to make sense. It didn't upset her in any way, in fact when she had thought about the possible scenarios she felt herself become quite wet, but she also knew that she had to be careful. Her mother was so respectable and proper that one bad move could easily upset her, and Dawn wouldn't hurt her mother for the world. Margaret was also thinking about how things were going with Luke, as her daughter asked again if she was all right. Her natural instincts were to cover any of her frailties but also she was weighed down with the relief that Luke had given her. She wanted to tell her lovely daughter at least some of her problems. She took a deep breath and murmured, "It hasn't been right between your father and me, Dawn. Not in that special way, you know? He is such a wonderful man, but he is unable to do certain things." Dawn's heart went out to her mother. She knew what a tremendous effort it took to confess something like that. She got up and stood behind her mother and reached around her front to cuddle her. They were both standing up in the middle of the lounge. Margaret wasn't a small woman and the simple action of reaching around so innocently to cuddle her mother meant that Dawn's hands inadvertently cupped her mother's breasts. Normally this wouldn't have mattered, and would have probably gone unnoticed, but with the partly melancholy mood they were in, it stirred them and they both realized it. Margaret was startled and had the immediate thought of pulling away, but she didn't. Dawn breathed heavily. She had no intention of pulling away. She squeezed her mother's breasts again, only this time more deliberately. Margaret didn't move but muttered, "You shouldn't do that, Dawn." "I know I shouldn't, mum," Dawn responded, but she didn't move her caressing hands. The two women just stayed like that for a few minutes. I felt so strange; so wrong and yet so right. Dawn was nestling her face into her mother neck, nibbling her ear at the same time, and using her thumb and forefinger to squeeze and gently play with her mother's now erect nipples through her top. Margaret just stood there, breathing heavily and allowing herself to be fondled. Dawn cupped and weighed her mother's breasts, murmuring to her, "You are a lovely big woman, mum. I would have thought that Dad would still want you all the time." Margaret whispered sadly, "But he can't do it. He can't stay stiff." Although Dawn felt sorry for her mother she also felt very aroused, talking like this. Her own husband, Edward was so staid. "A lot of young men would like to have a larger older woman like you, mum." Immediately Margaret felt guilty about Luke, and also wondered if he might have said something to his sister. Dawn saw a look on her face and realized that she might have alarmed her mother. "Not only young men, mum. You are very attractive to young women as well." Margaret was skeptical. "But I'm fat?" Dawn was surprised at the tension in her mother's voice, as she talked about being fat. She knew that her mother had always worried about her weight and always dressed so impeccably to make herself smart and presentable. She also thought about how her mother always used to dress her when she was a little girl, in pretty little lemon and pink dresses. Everything was so proper and respectable. Dawn wondered if her mother was finally rebelling against society's restraints, which had held her for over fifty years. She kissed her mothers neck again and at the same time squeezed her tits again. "I love you being fat, mum. I love your lovely fat breasts." For a moment, Dawn wondered if she had gone too far, but then heard her mother say, "Do you really think I have lovely fat breasts, Dawn?" Dawn felt exhilarated. She knew what her mother wanted to hear. "No mum, they are not just fat breasts; they are gorgeous big tits." It almost seemed as if Margaret rejoiced in the rather rude words. She had been the prim and proper respectable housewife for far too long. Dawn turned her mother around to face her. "Lets have a look at your big juicy nipples, mum." Margaret knew this was an appalling way to behave, but she still stood there as her daughter opened her blouse, exposing her brassiere and giggling. "It's a good job you have a big bra on mum, with tits this big!" Dawn didn't give her time to think and quickly undid her bra fastener releasing her tits. Before Margaret could utter another word, Dawn clamped her mouth onto her left breast and sucked hard on her nipple, giving her that lovely flowy feeling. It was a lovely 'mumsie' moment and she almost felt like she was being milked. It was so incredible. Dawn was flowing so freely now, there was no way could she stop, even if she wanted to. As she sucked, she also moved her hand down and started to rub her mother between her legs, through her material of her skirt. Margaret knew it had to stop. "You shouldn't be doing that, Dawn." Dawn ignored her mother's protests. "Open your legs," she commanded. It was very quiet and nothing else was said. Margaret parted her thighs and stood astride as her daughter pushed her skirt right in between her legs and rubbed her secret place. They both knew it wasn't going to stop there. Dawn lowered her hand to the bottom hem and then pushed her hand up under her mother's skirt. Margaret didn't close her legs, not even when she felt Dawn's fingers touch her knickers and then stroke her panty gusset. Dawn's touch grew more confident as she heard a small whimper of pleasure. "What colour panties are you wearing, mum?" she asked. "Oh, dear. I shouldn't tell you." She couldn't deny her daughter though. "White cotton ones," Margaret confessed with a sigh. "You have a very wide gusset, mum. I think they are quite big knickers." Dawn teased, "Is that because you have a big crotch?" "I think it is, Dawn." Margaret was breathing heavily. Dawn smiled, "I am glad you have a big crotch, mum. Big women should have big crotches." Margaret looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression, so Dawn explained, "It means you have a big slit." "Oh, goodness. we shouldn't be talking like this, Dawn." Margaret knew she was getting wetter and that her daughter might feel it through her panties. Dawn knew the effect she was having on her mother but carried on relentlessly. "I know, but I am glad you have a big juicy cunt." She was being more and more naughty, pushing it further every time she spoke. She eased her hand inside her mothers panties and gasped, "You have a lot of hairs, mum!" Margaret flushed in embarrassment, "Is it too hairy?" She realised she had unconsciously lowered her own arms and was holding her daughters bum. She didn't move her hands though. Dawn could sense her mother getting excited, and felt her bottom being squeezed so she whispered, "I love your big hairy cunt, mum." Margaret gasped at the naughty words, "Oh, god. Its so wrong, but I feel so wet." Dawn knew her mother was at her most vulnerable. Now was the time to ask. Although she was excited, she wanted to find out what Luke had been holding back. "Is Luke fucking you, mum?" Margaret gasped again. In her excitement she couldn't deny it and couldn't speak. Dawn repeated the question, having to prompt her mother again by rubbing her moist crack. "mum?" "I feel so ashamed, Dawn," Margaret lowered her eyes. Dawn felt exultant but didn't want her mother to feel guilty. "It's all right, mum." Then she dropped the bombshell. "He fucks me as well." Margaret's eyes shot back up to her daughter's face. She couldn't quite comprehend what Dawn was saying. "Do you mean before you married Edward?" Dawn decided to be completely honest. "Well, we first did it a few months before I married Edward, but he fucks me more regularly now." She thought she should explain, "Edward doesn't do it very well, with him being a bit effeminate." Margaret had started to understand the situation. "Luke is so strong, isn't he?" she said, comparing him to Edward. Her daughter still had her hand inside her panties, stroking her gently as she asked, "How did it restart, after you got married?" Dawn was enjoying fingering her mother, whispering, "It never really stopped, mum." "Not even for a short while?" Dawn felt she needed to explain fully. "Luke fucked me on my wedding day, mum." "Oh! On your wedding day? How and when?" Margaret couldn't conceal her surprise. "In the reception," Dawn revealed, "I knew Edward wouldn't be up for it, so I asked Luke to take me into one of the private rooms." "But Dawn, you were in your wedding dress, and surely you didn't have enough time?" Dawn giggled, "I know, mum. There wasn't even a bed in the room. He had me up against the vestry wall, and didn't even take my knickers off." "But it must have been awkward and difficult?" Margaret mused. Dawn shrugged,"I just pulled my wedding dress up around my waist, and then Luke pulled my panties down to my knees." "But..." Margaret said in shock, "It must have been so precarious?" "Not really," Dawn said honestly, "You must know how big Luke's prick is. Once I straddled it and got it fully up me, there was no way could I fall off." She chuckled again, "It was like I had a giant cork inside me." Margaret knew exactly what her daughter meant and didn't ask any more questions, but Dawn wanted to know more about her brother. "How did it start with Luke, mum?" Margaret was too embarrassed to answer, so Dawn tried again, "Does daddy know?" "Of course he does, Dawn," Margaret confessed. "Luke would never do anything behind your fathers back." Dawn nodded. She knew her brother respected her father as much as she did, but she still wondered. "So how did he find out?" Margaret sighed. There was no way could she hide the truth. "Your father asked Luke to do it for him, Dawn. He didn't want someone outside the family, so he asked Luke to take over his duties in that way. But we all agreed that your father was definitely still head of the house." Dawn nodded. She totally understood that. Tom needed to retain some of his maleness. She had immense respect for her father and knew that her brother would never do anything to hurt him. She also knew that Luke liked taking pictures and was curious. "Do you have any photos, mum?" Margaret looked guilty. She had lots of photos. She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. She could feel her cheeks burning up which gave away the answer. Dawn told her, "I have photos as well, mum. In fact I have some in my bag. Luke sets up his automatic camera. I will show them to you later, if you like?" Margaret was curious about her daughter and son's relationship, so decided to open the small drawer in the cabinet where she kept her secret things and handed her special envelope over to Dawn, who quickly opened it. The top picture showed Luke standing in the lounge with his trousers down. Her mother was standing in front of him rubbing his cock. They were both laughing. The next photo was of Margaret sitting on the sofa with Luke's cock in her mouth. He was simply standing there, looking rather pleased with himself. Her mother looked nice and matronly in her old fashioned cotton dress. Dawn wasn't really surprised and commented, "He does like having his cock sucked." Her mother sighed and nodded as she scanned through the pictures. They were all very similar so she asked, "Do you have any pictures of him actually fucking you?" Margaret silently handed over another envelope. She looked a little embarrassed, but Dawn couldn't wait to see. The first picture seemed rather innocuous as it simply showed her mother in an old green cardigan and a long loose flowy skirt, kneeling on a padded kitchen chair. There wasn't anything particularly sensuous about it, or the next few photos either. One was looking interesting though, which featured her mother now with her skirt up around her waist and Luke looking at her black panty clad bottom. Dawn reached down and squeezed her mother's bottom and giggled, "I bet he liked your bum." Margaret blushed. She knew the moment of truth was near as Dawn looked at the next picture. Her mother was still kneeling on the chair but her knickers were down and stretched between her knees. Luke was behind her. Dawn gasped, "Mum ,he's up your arse!" Margaret blushed but she also felt flowy as she remembered the glorious moment captured on the photo. All she could say was, "Yes, Dawn, he is." Dawn could see her mother was embarrassed, so she reached into her bag and handed her one of her own pictures. She smiled, trying to make her feel better, "I like him up my arse as well, mum." Margaret was relieved she wasn't the only one. As she looked at the picture she could see that her daughter was naked, bending over the toilet with Luke standing behind her and penetrating her. Margaret was surprised. "That's your toilet at home, Dawn?" Dawn giggled. "Yes, it was after church and Edward was at home too. Whenever Edward is home, Luke always takes me into the toilet to fuck me. He always sets up the automatic camera, which is how we got the photos." Dawn took another look at her mother's pictures. "Mum?" she asked. "These weren't taken with Luke's camera. These look like they're from your old manual one. How were these taken?" Margaret found herself confessing all, "Luke told your father to take them." Dawn was genuinely astounded. "Are you saying that daddy actually watched Luke fuck you?" Margaret felt ashamed but she nodded, and Dawn shook her head in wonderment. "But it must have been embarrassing and humiliating for daddy, mum?" Margaret nodded but said defensively, "It was him that asked Luke if he could watch. Luke wasn't that happy at first, but you know him. He'll do anything for your father." She wanted Dawn to understand it properly and explained, "It seemed as if just by watching Luke doing it to me, he could get aroused. It did make him big." "His prick, you mean?" Dawn asked and when her mother nodded, she paused for a moment. "But how did you know?" Margaret had come this far, she might as well tell everything. "We let him undo his trousers and pull it out." Dawn put two and two together. "Did he play with himself?" Her mother nodded again and Dawn let out a big breath, totally bewildered at all the revelations. "So, what you are saying, is that daddy was masturbating as he watched Luke fucking you, mum?" Margaret thought for a moment. It seemed such am outrageous statement but at the end of the day it was right, so she just shrugged and muttered, "Yes, Dawn." They were both panting now, as Dawn had her finger right up her mother and they were both cumming, Margaret from the stimulation and Dawn from the excitement of what she was doing and what they were saying. She wanted to keep saying rude things as she knew it was exciting her mother as well so she said, "Mum?" Margaret was breathing heavily, "Yes Dawn?" "I'm up your cunt, mum." Dawn whispered into her ear. "Yes I know, Dawn." As Margaret answered, she automatically humped downwards onto her daughter's finger to get more pleasure. She wanted it deeper. Dawn wanted to ask more things, whispering, "The next time Luke fucks you mum, I want to watch too." Even in her excitement, this alarmed Margaret, "But Dawn, your father will be there too?" That didn't bother Dawn at all. "I know mum, but you said he will be wanking." When her mother nodded, she explained her idea, "I could help him, mum." Margaret's eyes widened at the possibilities opening up to them as Dawn continued, "I can do it for him. It would be nice for me to wank him off as Luke fucks you." Margaret was in a terribly excited state. What her daughter was suggesting seemed so wrong. "And I'm sure daddy would like it too?" Dawn was teasing her awfully, and it had the desired effect as Margaret shuddered with her third orgasm. When she got her breath, she eased herself away and they both sat down. "We will have to talk about this again, Dawn," she managed to say after a few moments, "It is quite serious what we are talking about." Dawn nodded. She didn't want to pressure her mother so she simply said, "Yes, mum. We should talk about it another time, perhaps when we are both a bit calmer." Help My Wife! Ch. 03 Just then the men came back, almost falling through the door in their jolly mood. They were all quite boisterous, even Edward. Margaret and Dawn had both straightened themselves up, which was lucky. Luke pointed at Edward. "We managed to get your husband into the pub. He is a bit tipsy!" he laughed. Dawn giggled as she saw that Edward had a huge smile on his face. She wondered what his parishioners would think if they saw Father Edward now. Margaret smiled at Dawn and she smiled back, but inside she was smiling to herself and wondering what Edward's parishioners would think if they had seen their vicar's wife with her mother that afternoon.