1 comments/ 136504 views/ 65 favorites Knights in White Satin By: Chris7sw My dad was a mean old bastard and tight as a duck's arse, as they say. I think his favourite phrase was "No, you are not....." and it was dished out to all and sundry -- especially his family. Perhaps he was the same at work, I don't know, but it was his own fault I think -- stuck in a rut in one menial factory job for all his life.... Once I'd got into my teens, I realised just how mean he was because until then I'd been quite happy playing with basic toys; toy cars and soldiers and animals and such which I could usually find at jumble sales. Going to jumble sales actually became something of a habit of mine although I sometimes wondered if I wasn't the youngest person in the queue -- most of the other people seemed to be really old. But as a mine of cheap toys, jumble sales were my lifeline. But once I started to grow up a bit and need more sophisticated things, life became more difficult. An Atari computer -- hah -- no chance! (Mind you, that really would have been something -- computers for kids hadn't taken off yet) Some nice clothes and shoes -- you're joking! And as for a half-way decent bike -- on yours! And those were just some of the things that I didn't get......damn it -- I didn't even see just a topless picture of a woman until I was 16 and then I had to borrow the magazine from a pal! And then there was my brother Ian who was in the same boat. He was a few years younger than me so at least he could have my cast-offs, for what they were worth, poor fella. But once he was old enough to be trusted with just me, he and I would unite to get the best from the jumble sales. Food was nearly as hard to come by too -- dad didn't believe in three square meals and all that. I'm sure we lived on bread, potatoes and not much else; a decent steak was only to be viewed from a distance in the butcher's window. Poor Mum suffered as we did although in retrospect why she didn't divorce him and send him on his way I don't know -- but love has some strange habits. I guess that she must have loved him somehow -- well, he did father us two children so there must have been some connection.....! Actually, Mum soon started to join us boys at jumble sales. She'd buy dresses and shirts and such and then laboriously unpick them and use the material to make clothes for herself -- and for us, for that matter and she became quite adept at needlework. It was all hard graft and very little cheer as we grew up. Even leaving school and going to college didn't help much and I actually ended up selling some of my toys to buy college equipment and books. Thank heavens I'd looked after my toys -- now many of them were collectable and were worth a few pounds. (Wish I'd still got them -- they'd be worth a bomb now!) Finally however college was over and I was free -- at 18, free to vote, free to find a job, which I did immediately, thank heavens and then free to move out into my own place. Ok -- it was only into a bed-sit to start, but by practicing a bit of dad's thrift, within just a few years I'd built up enough to afford to buy a small house of my own. It helped that I was bright and good at learning (or so my boss said) and promotion was heaped upon promotion as time passed. "You'll go places, Chris," my boss said, "One day we won't be able to pay you enough!" Computer technology was growing fast in those days, and this was back in the mid 1980s in England and it had caught my attention even before I went to college -- so I'd opted to take a 'new' course in computer logic and other esoteric computing things (too confusing to discuss here) and soon I'd acquired a really good knowledge of the inner workings of those machines. Which was why, in the Research & Development Department of our company, I was considered as a whiz-kid although truthfully, I'd only begun to learn....there was so much to find out about. Not that I cared about those nuances -- what was more important was that my salary was climbing rapidly and my bank balance was ever more healthy as I continued to use Dad's notions of waste not, want not......but not to his extremes. By the time I was 25 I was well set. I'd just bought my first decent car; I'd sold my old house for a good price and had moved on to something much better (but by changing suburbs the house was at much the same price) and I'd taken up doing work-outs at the gym -- something my dad always said was just for the posh nobs. Silly old fool! The work-outs were the best medicine I could have found as I changed from a fairly skinny individual into what was often called 'a hunk'. Within a few years I went from a scrawny one hundred and forty pounds to a powerful one hundred and seventy pounds, with muscles to match; a washboard stomach and biceps fit to break out of any t-shirt. I also had my hair cut professionally -- no longer going to the corner barber whose pudding-basin cuts were so common in the area. And somehow I'd grown taller too -- I was now 6'2" and felt on top of the world. In the five years after I left home I changed one hundred percent! Needless to say, the girls soon found me -- or let's put it this way, when I went out I didn't have to go hunting for a bit of skirt -- they came hunting for me! In those five years I must have bedded hundreds of girls and young women -- some lovely, others not so wonderful. One I remember in particular -- actually I remember her body but not her name -- she really got me going. If anyone could rouse my cock from its slumber, she could! She had long straight dark hair, not quite black but deep brown. She had long slim legs that could have sold a million pairs of stockings and the most impressive breasts I'd ever come across. Actually, cum across would be more accurate! But the memory of her that hangs in my mind most vividly is of her lying, smiling and licking her pretty lips, on my clean white sheets with her hair splayed out across the pillows. Oh yes -- her gorgeous body was there too; legs and arms open to welcome me -- but it was just the vision of her hair that got me. I've no hair fetish, if anything I'm a breast man -- but that particular memory glows bright in my mind. Oh yes -- she was a bloody good fuck too; all action, that woman.....she was a real hottie. But she was another who passed in the night -- we had some good times and then we both moved on and somehow I never got landed with anyone steadily. Perhaps I was too busy with my work -- perhaps I just didn't meet the right kind of woman...... Away from my love life, although I still visited home as often as I could -- I'd moved some 30 miles away; I didn't flaunt my rising status to the family. My brother would have been completely jealous; my mother would have been saddened that she had none of my 'riches' and dad -- well, dad would probably have hit the roof and accused me of being a snob! So, when I visited, I'd park the car nearby and walk, saying that I'd caught the bus and if I brought gifts they were always small ones, although I longed to bring my mother some little luxuries. Ok -- Mum could see the changes in my appearance but she kept quiet, apart from admiring glances at me that set my heart and penis jumping! She (my Mum was Sandra) and I were best friends really -- we confided in each other (although I didn't let on about my comparative wealth and she didn't tell me about her sex life) and whenever I called to see them, it was a perfunctory 'hello' to my dad and then I'd settle down with Mum. My brother was seldom around -- I don't blame him for getting out whenever possible.....so Mum and I usually had peace together. Sometimes that was all we wanted -- peace -- sometimes we chattered non-stop but together we were happy. Mum, under all the sadness and dowdiness, was a real beauty -- you could tell. Her deep auburn hair was thick and lustrous; her teeth were even and white, her eyes were warm and dark -- 'come to bed eyes' they were. As teenagers at school, that's what we used to call her kind of eyes -- they were pools of sexual darkness to fall into -- so inviting. It was almost inevitable therefore that whenever I looked into Mum's eyes, my cock would lurch into action and sitting close together I'd have to use books, cushions or my hands time after time as my cock throbbed into life and stirred in my trousers. Oddly, an old pop song would instantly play at moments like that....."Just One Look" by the Hollies, I think -- a conditioned response perhaps, but appropriate. I was sure that Mum was aware of my aroused condition once in a while but she never said or did anything except perhaps to cuddle up a bit closer to me, it seemed. In the meanwhile, my career blossomed. Two other guys from the R & D department teamed up with me and we started our own company developing ever more intricate computer components -- and we were soon inundated with work......and money! I was able to pay off much of my mortgage and I bought myself a better car and I was doing really well -- a far cry from my early days. And then dad's health declined and he went from being a somewhat bombastic bullying tyrant to a weak and crumbling mouse, crying out for our help and comfort. But I have to be honest and say that apart from Mum doing 'her duty', from the rest of us he got what he'd dished out -- just about nothing. Finally he was reduced to a shell on his deathbed and there he lay for some six months, slowly withering away until peace fell on us all. I was at my home when dad died and the first thing I knew about it was when I rang Mum to ask if I could come over to visit. I'd obviously known that dad was sinking but I didn't think any more of it. So I was shocked when Mum told me the news but she also told me that she'd already had him cremated -- and that she'd taken pleasure in throwing his ashes out with the rubbish, of all things! I wish I'd been there to see that because I think I would have done the same.....and as for missing his cremation -- so what! Things changed immediately. At least dad had some half-way decent insurance and although Mum still wasn't rich, she was at least able to splash out a bit now -- as well as chuck out much of the dowdy furniture and stuff. I suppose she must have blown a few thousand on new stuff -- but hell, she deserved it. But she still had to work for a living -- things didn't change that much and anyway, Mum's work as a District Nurse was too important to her. I visited mum a few times while she was rearranging her life and it was good to see her activities -- she was reinvigorated and finally happy too. Anyway, the next time I decided to call up to see if it would be ok to visit, Mum was delighted to hear from me. "Of course you're welcome," she said happily, "Any time darling -- you should know that!" "Anything I can get you? " I asked as I always liked to bring a little gift of some kind. "Well, what would be nice would be if you could bring over a small bottle of champagne!" said Mum, to my complete surprise, "We really ought to celebrate our new freedom!" Well, I went along with that thought and agreeing with her that I'd be over on Saturday I remembered to pick up a decent bottle at the supermarket. Nothing too grand, but a champagne worth drinking and a bottle that I knew was well out of Mum's ordinary range, financially. It was when I arrived that I got the biggest surprise. I hadn't seen Mum for almost a month due to one thing and another -- and there she was, arms outstretched to greet me. That alone was different to when dad was alive, but that was just one change. The other changes were in Mum herself. Gone were her old rags and now her real persona shone out -- she looked gorgeous and radiant! She'd had her hair done and although the styling was still much the same it looked good -- professionally good. She was lightly made up too, her make up enhancing her cheeks, her fabulous dark eyes and her full lips which were now a delightful shade of soft red. Her clothes -- she'd lost years -- she looked young again in a pretty, almost girlish floral summer dress that showed off not just her trim waist but her sexy legs and her, oh God, I have to say it -- her fucking gorgeous tits! The cut of the dress made her bust stand out proudly -- it simply called your attention to her breasts -- a great design! And her top was open enough to show off her cleavage; a smooth velvety valley simply designed to slide my engorged -- no -- stop it! I was getting hard already! I've no idea what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 38D or thereabouts and whatever bra she was wearing enhanced her breasts beautifully. As kids we used to refer to the 'wild west' bra that would 'round 'em up and head 'em out' -- and that's exactly what her bra did for her. Secretly I'd always lusted after her tits but had never been able to view her breasts unclad, but just being near her wonderfully displayed mammaries was enough to get everything racing. The nearest I'd ever come to seeing her naked breasts would be when she wore a blouse occasionally and there was a hint of cleavage on show -- only a hint, mind you, thanks to dad. But she was different now! "Muuuuum!" I cried as we met and kissed and hugged each other, "Oh Muuuuum, you look wonderful -- you're just so pretty! You're perfect!" "Thank you darling," she crooned in my ear; her generous breasts pressing into my chest, "I knew you'd like to see me done up." I held her out at arms length and looked her up and down and Mum blushed. "Stop it," she said playfully, "Stop undressing me!" How the hell did she know that's what I was doing in my mind!! It was my turn to blush. "I wasn't," I lied, although if she'd have looked down at my groin she'd have seen the truth, "You just look so good now -- I had to have another look." "Hmmm -- I bet you did! You're as bad as your brother!" she said with a chuckle and then a massive smile, "Hey, wowwww -- just look at your car!" I'd just traded in my 'old' one and my latest was an almost new Ford Cosworth of which I was rightly proud and for once I'd parked at the gate. "Wowwww!" said Mum again, looking at me, "Is that yours -- really?" "All mine!" I crowed, "Bit of a beast but she's lovely! Gives me such a good ride." Mum's eyes flashed at me suddenly, then back to the car, her hand sliding over the glossy paintwork. "Take me for a ride sometime?" she asked, almost seductively and I nodded happily. "Anyway," said Mum, eventually and reluctantly turning away from the car, "Come on in then, can't stay out here all afternoon." I picked up my bag and we sauntered into the house and even though I'd seen it since dad died, the change was still something to behold. Once again, nothing flash -- just new wallpaper and paintwork combining with bright new furniture and curtains....even the nets were pristinely white. It was just so different now.... I fetched out the bottle and handed it to Mum and she nearly dropped it in surprise! "Put it in the fridge, would you please Mum," I asked as Mum looked at the huge bottle and the label. "Cor -- I didn't expect you to go mad," she said, "This is too expensive to drink, surely." "Wanna bet?" I retorted, "Should have brought two with me." "I'll be scared to open it!" said Mum and I laughed happily. "It's only a Bollinger -- so if it's good enough for James Bond its good enough for us!" I said with a mock-Scottish accent, "But let it cool and we can enjoy it later." "We'll never drink all that!" she said and it was possibly true because I'd bought a Magnum....just for effect. "You could always have a bath in what we don't drink!" I said, laughing and once again Mum gave me that enigmatic look that asked questions that I wasn't prepared to answer. "You're staying overnight then, I guess?" asked Mum from the kitchen although actually we hadn't discussed the timing of my visit. "Thought I might," I said, "If it's ok." "Of course it is darling," she replied, "You stay as long as you like." The spare bedroom was always ready so I plonked my bag there and joined Mum as she set about creating dinner. There was already a lovely smell of roast meat coming from the oven and I knew I'd soon be sitting down enjoying a most excellent repast. "Ian's gone off for the weekend," she told me, "He's growing up so fast that I don't suppose he'll stay here much longer -- he'll be off on his own soon I expect. He is 21, after all." "And you'll be left here all by yourself," I commented, "So what happens then?" "Guess I'll just have to get used to being a single girl again," she said wistfully, "Perhaps I'll find someone else." "They'll have to be very special then," I said as I sat on one of the dining chairs to watch Mum in the kitchen, "I'll make sure you pick a good one!" She laughed at me. "Oh, who says you're in charge of me?" "No -- I didn't mean that," I replied bashfully, "I sort of mean I'd tell you if I didn't think he was good enough for you." "Good enough for me? You mean if I'm good enough for a decent man, don't you?" she said. I got up and stepped into the kitchen where I put my arms around Mum as she washed things in the sink and I held her tight. "Oh Mum -- don't put yourself down! Don't you see that you'd be a marvellous catch? You're so pretty and vivacious and everything," I said, "Whoever gets you will definitely have to be up to scratch." Mum twisted in my arms until she faced me, her breasts once again sliding across my chest sending exciting messages to my groin. "What do you mean 'and everything'," she said with a silly grin on her face, "What's that about?" "W...w...well," I blustered, "I mean....they've got to be kind and generous and all that." "No -- that's not the answer," Mum continued, looking into my eyes, "Come on -- explain!" "Oh heck!" I cried, "Look Mum, what I mean is that you're so lovely and yeah, well, sexy and he'll have to look after you better than dad did. He'd have to look after you in bed too -- see, I've said it!" "Oh -- I'm sexy am I?" she said, squirming against me slightly, "You think so?" "Oh damn it Mum, stop making me embarrassed," I said, letting go of her and walking out to the lounge. I sat down on the settee feeling all hot inside; my erection throbbing hard. Mum said nothing but a few minutes later she came and joined me. She sat at the other end of the settee and looked at me again. "Darling boy," she said, "I'm 47 this year -- I'm not a kid so you can talk to me as an adult. Come on -- you can be completely open with me. And let me tell you something -- just because I used to look boring, I wasn't boring underneath -- far from it!" I looked at her with interest now as she continued. "I wouldn't tell everyone this, but I actually have my own vibrator -- even your dad didn't know about that!" she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, "Oh yes -- I'm as normal as anyone." 'Jesus Christ,' I thought, 'I never expected to hear Mum say that!' "Wow!" was about all I could add and I felt my penis swell with excitement again -- well, even just the mention of anything related to sex woke him up. Mum was now warming to her open theme.... "Something else you didn't know," she said, "I slept in the spare room for the last five years -- well, pretty well ever since you left home. I couldn't stand him snoring all night and if it comes to that, he didn't even smell nice." My penis lurched once more! 'Mum slept in the bed I'm using -- oh God -- oh wow!' I thought, 'Did she masturbate there too?' Mum answered my unasked question. "And that's how dad didn't know I had a vibrator," she said, "Which is just as well because it got a lot of use!" 'That's too much information,' one part of my mind cried, while the other half demanded more but I just didn't know what to ask to keep the theme running. Knights in White Satin Instead, and being a chicken, I turned the conversation to one side and started to talk about the garden, the neighbours after dad died; her job and about Ian -- anything to detract my mind. And damn -- I'd missed a good chance to find out more..... Mum was, as usual now, good and chatty and we passed a good hour -- for all intents, just like a pair of old women! But eventually Mum looked at the clock. "Ooops -- hasn't time flown -- better get on with dinner," she said, "That roast will be done soon -- just need to get the veg sorted and everything'll be ready." She bustled about in the kitchen while I stood and watched her -- she seemed so light on her feet today, so bouncy and happy somehow. It was great to see her that way. "Hey, what say we crack open that champagne so we can have a glass before dinner?" I asked and Mum agreed readily so I found a pair of wine glasses (no champagne flutes here!) and uncorked the bottle. I'm pleased to say that the cork flew with the right amount of pop and only a slight overflow of froth before I poured two glasses and handed one to Mum. "Cheers darling," she said, "Here's to a better future!" "Cheers," I agreed, clinking glasses with her, her breasts gently rubbing against me, "And here's to us all getting to know one another better too." I was meaning that since dad died we'd become closer and it was nice -- but underneath there was a sub-current that said something else far more intimately! What I wasn't prepared for was that Mum immediately picked up on it! "I thought we knew each other fairly well already," she said, taking a good mouthful of wine, "so what are you on about? How much do you want to know then?" "Wh...ummm....oh -- oh I don't know," I flustered, sipping at my wine, " I meant.....oh, I don't know, just being more friendly as a family all the time or something." Mum moved closer to me and once again I felt her breasts rub against me, not just once but several times as she slowly swayed her body beside me. Well no -- let's be honest -- she was gently rubbing her breasts against me -- full stop! "So you want to be more friendly do you," she said, now actually pushing her breasts against me, "Is there any reason for that?" 'Yeah -- those!' my body told me! I tried to pull myself together and actually managed a coherent reply. "Mum," I started, "You've had a rough life. Dad was a mean old so and so, so I reckon that us kids should look after you and help you get back where you belong. You're far too pretty and vivacious and young to be hidden away -- so I'd like Ian and me to be able to turn your world around, if we could." "Gosh," said Mum, "That was a big speech and I'm so proud of you for it. I love your concerns and I'm all for it. Yes -- why should I stay hidden away?" I pulled Mum to me to stop her turning me on even more and held her tight. "I love you and always have -- and Ian thinks the same, I can tell," I said, "You did so much for us that it's only right that we return the compliment, so to speak." Mum looked up at me and the next moment she was kissing me -- a big wet loose-lipped one right on my gobsmacked mouth! "You're an absolute sweetheart," she said, snuggling her head into my chest, "And now you've got me all tearful too." I was wondering what to do next when the front door opened and we broke apart, somewhat guiltily, as Ian appeared. "Hello Chris -- long time no see," he said cheerfully, "Hi Mum!" He came over and gave her a kiss while looking at our glasses. "What are you drinking then?" he asked, "Bloody champagne and you didn't invite me!" "You weren't coming home this weekend," said Mum. "No I wasn't," Ian said, "Sodding rain -- bloody thunderstorm so they postponed the match -- nothing better to do so I came home. Didn't expect to find you here Chris -- but it's great to see you again. Hey, is that your car out there?" I admitted that it was and Ian let out a long low whistle. "Bloody hell bro, that's a nice motor; you're doing ok then!" he said, "Gone up in the world a bit!" "Hard work," I replied, "Lots of it." "Love to have a go in it sometime," Ian added, "Bet it bloody well shifts!" I laughed and ignored his request, knowing how Ian had always been 'into' motors and how he used to treat them. No way was he getting his hands on my pride and joy! "Come on, boys," said Mum, "At least Chris has bought plenty of booze and that joint of beef will feed all of us too....so are you staying in tonight?" "Why not," said Ian cheerfully. I dug out another glass and filled it and gave it to Ian, who emptied it in one go. "That was nice -- refill?" he said and I topped him up, having just watched him down several pound's worth of booze in seconds! "Come and sit down bruv," I said, "We can catch up while Mum finishes getting the dinner ready." We left Mum to it and went into the lounge and sat down. "So how's things?" I asked and Ian opened up. "Bloody great mate," he said, "I've got myself tied in with a buddy and we've got a vehicle repair and towing business up and running. We've undercut the opposition and we're getting so much business that we're going to have to expand soon." "That's fantastic!" I enthused, "Don't sell yourself short though." "No way!" said Ian happily, "My expertise and his knowledge and we're made already -- making a bomb!" "Good on you," I said, "So where's your love life in all that?" "Love life?" he questioned, "No time. Too busy -- anyway they don't want someone who gets called out at all hours of the night." "Hmmmm -- hard luck," I said as I supped my champagne, "So no regular girlfriend?" "Nah -- like I said, too busy -- and anyway......none of them can match up to Mum," he said and I saw his eyes linger on Mum as she worked away in the kitchen. "Haha haha -- fancy her, do you!" I laughed and Ian looked hard at me. "Hey look, this isn't for public consumption but yeah -- I fuckin' dream about her," he said quietly, "I've seen her getting undressed and Chris, I'll tell you, she's got a fucking fantastic body!" This was just too much! How did he get so lucky -- how come he knew all that and had seen more than I ever had? "What -- you've seen her getting undressed?" I asked incredulously since in all the years I'd lived at home, I'd never seen Mum in any state of undress. "Shit man -- yeah -- stripped off all but her knickers -- gives me a hard-on just thinking about it!" he said, groaning and running his hand over his groin. You lucky fucker!" I exclaimed, "I'd love to have seen that." "Ha -- you got the hots for her too, have you?" he chuckled, "Don't really blame you though -- she'd be more than enough for any man!" I was squirming uncomfortably by now; my penis had awakened once more and I could feel him already leaking onto my thigh. Ian leaned closer to me. "Quite honestly Chris, if she wasn't our Mum I'd fuck her tomorrow!" he whispered and all I could do was to look at him with my mouth open. He smiled broadly at me -- "Well, wouldn't you?" I found myself nodding my head -- it was all I could do because I was speechless. "Fancy trying then?" he asked and I nodded my head again, still speechless. He looked at his half empty glass. "Better lay off this stuff then," he said, "And make sure Mum gets her glass topped up as often as possible." I was gobsmacked! Here was my brother suggesting that we should try and fuck our mother and I'd agreed to go along with the idea! And then I realised that that was exactly what I wanted to do! It was just that I'd been too reserved to say it. "Ok bro -- we'll work on it!" Ian said, grabbing my hand to shake it, "Ooops!" Ooops because in grabbing my hand he'd exposed the thick ridge of my stiffened penis; the evidence that I was willing to join him in a spot of incest! "Sorry Chris," he chuckled, "Didn't mean to do that. But look -- I'm the same so don't feel bad." I looked at his lap and there another long ridge could be seen; it too with a dark damp patch at its end. Ian roared with laughter. "You're a dirty bastard -- you're as bad as I am!" he said happily, "I wonder who'll get first go?" But just then Mum appeared. "Dinner's ready," she said and we moved to help her deliver the meal to the table, our erections subsiding as a more important matter took precedence....namely food! And as usual, Mum's cooking did her proud -- I almost felt sorry for dad -- all her talents wasted and he hardly enjoyed them or benefited from them. But her two sons made up for what he missed -- we stuck into her cooking as if we were starved -- it was a most excellent meal, added to by the excellence of the champagne. Eventually we finished and looked reluctantly at our empty plates and Ian spoke first. "That was bloody gorgeous!" he said with feeling, "Best meal in ages. Thank you Mum -- you're super!" "Damn right," I agreed, "Nothing, absolutely nothing beats good home cooking." Mum was glowing happily as we praised her and I leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. She looked at Ian. "Don't I get one?" she said..... Ian responded immediately. "Course you do!" he said and with that he planted a huge kiss right on her mouth! And do you know what.....she gave him one back -- they held the kiss for long seconds before I made a noise. "Hmmmmm," I said, "What about me?" "Come here then," said Ian, puckering his lips and laughing, "I'll give you one!" "Arsehole!" I said cheerfully, "Up yours!" Mum stood up looking a bit flustered while Ian gave me a silly grin. "Come on boys," she said, "Let's get this lot cleared away." Together we helped her tidy everything and soon we'd returned to the lounge, this time each with a cup of coffee. We settled ourselves into the nice new comfy chairs while Mum spread herself across the settee. "So what do you fancy doing tonight?" she asked innocently -- although Ian and I heard the alternative meaning. 'Well, first we're going to get you drunk and then we're going to fuck you', my mind told me but I held my tongue. Ian spoke instead. "Let's all just be happy and free," he said, "We'll talk about whatever comes into our minds -- eh?" "Why not," said Mum, supping her champagne, "Be nice to just say what we want to say." I looked at Ian and at Mum but neither of them were showing any emotionally different undertones that showed that there was anything going on..... "Why not," I agreed but for a while that was that -- no-one could come up with an opening gambit. Eventually Mum broke the deadlock. "Come on, you two, I know you're hiding something -- so out with it," she said, putting us both right on the spot. And this time I decided that it was my turn to explain. "Muuuuum," I started, "Did you and dad have a sex life? I mean you've told me that you slept apart, but you might have crept in to see him from time to time...." "You're joking!" she said, "And I told you before -- I slept in the spare room for years and that's where I stayed." "So you haven't had sex in all that time?" Ian added, now backing me up. "No -- not so much as a......" said Mum, "Except my toy." She flashed her eyes at me once more, then over to Ian; telling me that Ian too already knew that much. "So are you, I mean, do you get frustrated?" Ian asked. "We're being honest with each other, yes?" asked Mum and we both nodded. "In that case, the answer is yes -- I'm always frustrated," Mum said, somewhat surprising us both with her openness, "I suppose that if I'd had my way I'd have divorced your dad years ago and found myself a decent man." "Decent -- you mean indecent," joked Ian laughing and I joined in. "Well yes -- sort of," Mum replied, "But I never did....." "So are you going to find another man and all that?" I asked and Mum caught my meaning. "Doubt it, I think I'd want too much from a man -- any man who shares my bed will have to be a real gent.....no more being controlled; no more miseries," said Mum, "And he'll have to be a lot younger than me too!" She blushed prettily and looked all coy! "Toy boy then, eh?" I chuckled, "Need someone to keep up with you then?" Mum slapped me gently and laughed. "Why ever not?" she replied, "I've got a lot of catching up to do!" By now we'd all finished our coffees and I fetched the remains of the champagne, ensuring that Mum had a full glass. The conversation eased off and we chewed over all kinds of things before Mum spoke again. "Ooh -- I forgot something," she said, "Guess what? I'm taking driving lessons!" "Hey -- good for you Mum," I answered, "How're you doing then?" "Pretty well I think," she replied, "Actually my instructor says I'll be ready to take my test soon." Ian and I looked at each other, both somewhat gobsmacked. "Hey -- that's brilliant -- well done!" said Ian, "Suppose you'll be wanting a car next?" "Well, as it happens, yes, that's what I was going to ask you Ian -- to find me a nice little second-hand car. It'll be so nice not to have to catch the bus for work," she said. "No problem," said Ian, "I'm your man for that. Job as good as done!" So saying he got up from his chair and moved to the settee and sat beside Mum. He put his arm round her shoulder and hugged her to him. "You're a bit of a dark horse underneath, aren't you Mum?" he said, "What with your toy and your love life and your driving -- I wonder what else?" "Wouldn't you like to know!" she said, drinking heavily from her glass, "Coo -- this champagne's lovely -- nectar -- can I have some more, darling?" Swiftly I filled her glass once more, noting that the bottle still contained enough to make her well tipsy. And instead of returning to my chair I moved and sat on the settee on the other side of her to Ian "You trying to get me pickled?" she asked, giggling a few moments later, "Well, it's working; I'm feeling all squiffy!" She leaned over towards Ian and I felt a moment's jealousy as I realised that her boobs were now resting on his arm. But I also felt my penis rouse from his slumber and begin to stretch himself.... "You boys are so good to me," she said, "I wish I'd been able to do more for you when you were growing up." "You can still make up for it," said Ian and I caught onto his drift at once. He was going for the kill! "How can I do that?" said Mum, leaning back and fanning herself with her hand, "Whoo -- I've gone all hot!" "Go and get into something more comfortable," suggested Ian, "In fact let's all get ready for bed -- it'll be more relaxing." It was only perhaps eight o'clock or so but the idea appealed to my sexual parts and I'd totally forgotten that my cock was well aroused -- as I found to my cost when I pulled my jeans off and slipped my pyjamas on. Sod it -- now what was I going to do -- my partially erect penis was stretching my pyjama shorts outwards and he gave no indication of any intent to relax. At least my pyjama jacket covered it to some extent....it would have to do. I returned to the lounge where Mum had already settled herself back on the settee. She had a half empty glass in her hand -- which I quickly refilled. I stood there for a little while as I watched Mum sip her wine; my eyes quickly scanning her from head to toe. And what I saw was enough to send my cock into orbit -- she looked completely and utterly fuckable! Mum was wearing a peignoir of softest pink over what had to be her wedding night set -- a light top that just about hid the detail of her tits and a pair of knickers that were so sheer that they were only just going to be able to hide her pussy! I simply couldn't believe my eyes! I sat back where I'd been and watched, awe-struck, as Ian came back, also dressed as I was. He stopped and looked -- his eyes practically popping out of his head! "Jesus Christ Mum, where the hell did that come from?" he asked. "Been in my bottom drawer for years," she said, "I wore it once and it was a waste of time, so I thought I'd try it again." I shook my head -- this seduction of our mother was turning on its head -- she was becoming the seductress! Ian came and plonked himself down on the settee, covering his groin with his hands, I noticed. "Can I look?" he asked, theatrically shielding his eyes. "At what?" said Mum, teasing us..... "At you -- Mum you look so, so -- wow!" he said and it wasn't often that Ian was lost for words. "Stand up," he eventually said and Mum did so without question or delay. "Turn round slowly," said Ian and Mum began to rotate, "And drop your gown." She did so at once and I don't really know what part of her caught my eye -- all I knew was that the woman I'd long desired was showing me her body in a way that I'd never seen before. As I looked, her curvy arse turned towards me, her twin peach halves gracefully perched above her long, smooth, sexy legs. She rotated further, giving me a side-on view of her body -- her breasts extending way forward of her rib cage. She rotated more and now I was getting, for all intents and purposes, a full frontal view of my mother's body. I could see that she hadn't shaved her pubes; her dark fluffy triangle was clearly visible through the diaphanous coverings. Her belly button was nicely indented but more importantly -- her breasts were visible! I nearly creamed on the spot! This was way beyond my wildest hopes -- I'd wanked over just the imagined image of my mother's breasts -- and now here they were -- as good as naked before me. I felt my cock stiffen immediately as I scanned her gorgeous breasts. They stood out proudly, sagging to some small extent but still full and generous....and each with a magnificent brownish nipple that pointed upwards and outwards; jutting through the flimsy fabric. "Fuckin' hell Mum," I groaned, "You are so beautiful!" "Am I darling?" she said seductively smoothing her hands over her hips, "Do I look that good?" "Good -- you're way better than good!" I said, my penis throbbing hard in my shorts, "I never realised..... I didn't really notice you before." "Hmmmm -- your dad didn't notice me either," she said, "I wasted twenty years -- but now I'm hoping I might end my drought." She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her breasts forward -- they were better than anything I'd ever seen. Strong, firm breasts; proud and up-thrusting they were. Ian had been quiet but now he joined in. "That just has to be the best pair of tits I've ever seen," he said, "Mind if I touch them, Mum?" It was a rhetorical question really and I saw Mum nod her head. "Come on then, touch me, please!" Mum said. 'Oh fuck -- this was out of this world,' my brain thought, 'Are we actually going to fuck her?' I saw Ian stand up and then heard Mum moan as her diaphanous top fell to the floor. "Ohhh fuck Mum, that feels so fucking good," Ian said as he must have reached and held her breast, "Oh fuck -- that's fantastic!" "Yessssss!" groaned Mum, "Squeeze it -- squeeze my nipples....oh yes....oooooh!" "Come and sit down Mum," said Ian and both Mum and Ian settled themselves on the settee once more, Mum right beside me. Her hand dropped onto my lap, seemingly just at random but then I realised that it wasn't a random act as she began feeling around.......and it was only moments before she found my erect penis. She gripped it hard, making my cock throb inside her fist. "Ooooh Chris -- that feels good," she said as she held my penis, "Oh yessss Ian, keep doing that -- that's good -- that's good!" Mum was panting lightly now as her hand played with my penis -- and I was panting too for that matter. I leaned back as I enjoyed my mother's hand on my cock and saw that Ian had dipped his head downwards. "Oh yes -- yes -- yes, there!" cried Mum, her body jerking wildly, "Oh Ian -- yes -- keep sucking!" Knights in White Satin He'd got his mouth wrapped round one of her nipples and both hands were cupping her breasts as he sucked. "Yesssss -- Oh God -- that's lovely!" Mum cried as Ian held her naked breasts and clamped his mouth onto her nipple more firmly. I'd have joined Ian except that Mum was busy -- she'd found the slit in my pyjamas and pulled out as much of my penis as she could and she now had her hand firmly wrapped round it. Moments later her hand started sliding up and down, rubbing my foreskin up over my knob and then down again. Precum was oozing steadily from the tip and soon I could hear that slippery squelching sound as her hand moved over my flesh. I was in heaven -- for long years I'd dreamed as I wanked, of my mother doing the work for me -- and here she was -- actually doing it! Her hand was moving smoothly up and down my shaft and I undid the button and slid my pyjama shorts down my legs, exposing all of my penis to my mother's view. She looked in my direction for the first time -- having up to now been preoccupied with Ian sucking on her breasts. She scanned my cock -- then looked up at me. "You've got a lovely looking penis," she said, still wanking me slowly, "That's a real whopper!" "Nah -- it's not all that big!" I said, playing down my 8 inch tower of throbbing, leaking flesh. "It's a lot bigger than your dads was, that's for certain," Mum replied. "Mine's like that too," I heard Ian call out and Mum turned and redirected her gaze to his groin. Ian, catching the drift quickly, had also lowered his pyjama shorts and now his own erection stood proudly upwards -- held at the best angle by his hand. Mum's head turned back to my groin and then back to Ian's. "What a lovely matching pair!" she said, "What on earth am I going to do with them, then?" "Make me cum!" I said, beating Ian to the punch, "Make me cum, Mum, please." "I'd love to," she said, now moving her hand faster on my cock, "Do you cum a lot?" "Definitely!" I said proudly, because if I could do one thing, it was to cum copiously! I heard Ian groan and I saw Mum's other hand grasp his penis and soon she was giving pleasure to both her sons at once. I leaned back to give her better access, not that she seemed to need it, but anyway, I could enjoy her efforts better this way. "Chris," said Mum, "Touch me while I play with you," said Mum and eagerly I reached out my hand across her lap. She moved her bottom forward on the seat and parted her legs and moments later my hand was resting on her knickers; her pubic hair harsh against my palm. "Yesssss," hissed Mum, "Touch me, touch me!" I adjusted my hand until I felt the elastic of the top of her knickers -- one quick movement and my hand was under it and sliding slowly down over her wiry pubes. Mum groaned and I felt her wanking stutter as I approached her pussy. "Ooooh pleeeeeese," she groaned, "Rub me darling -- touch me -- feel me!" I let my fingers slide lower until I could feel the sticky dampness of her outer lips. Gently I parted them and as I did so a positive gush of her juices erupted from her slit, bathing my fingers in her warmth and slipperiness. Mum sucked her breath in quickly and her grasp on my cock tightened. "Ooooooh yessssss love," she moaned, "There -- in there, please!" I let my fingers slip into her hot slippery slit, firstly locating her hole -- which made her body jerk -- then moving upwards until I found her clit -- and that made her do more that just jerk! "Aaaaaah!" she cried, "Ooooh God -- that's it -- just there. Rub me -- rub me -- quickly!" With two fingers I caressed her clit -- one finger on each side, each twiddling away rapidly, making Mum's body shake with excitement. Her first orgasm wouldn't be long coming at this rate...... But I was getting there first -- all this excitement and Mum's rapidly wanking hand had worked its wonders and now I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching, but there wasn't a lot I could do! Not only that, there wasn't a lot I wanted to do -- I just wanted to let it come -- to let Mum bring me off -- to let Mum make my cum shoot everywhere! The demands of my orgasm overwhelmed all other activity, although I still managed to keep my fingers around her clit. "Aaaaahhhhh Mum -- I'm cumming!" I cried; looking down at my cock, upon which Mum's hand was still dancing up and down. A great jet of cum flew into the air, splashing back down onto my cock and Mum's hand -- another followed, which this time Mum directed towards herself; a third, fourth, fifth and sixth followed -- splattering my creamy cum up her body and over my outstretched arm, before my penis died a natural death. A few final dribbles and he collapsed -- exhausted! "Oh darling, darling," cried Mum, "Don't stop -- please!" In my excitement of my own orgasm I'd stopped rubbing her clit, but now I picked up the pace again. "Oh yes, there -- yes, more, more!" she cried as I began to rub against her clit once more. Mum's body stiffened; her pelvis pushing upwards as I stimulated her clit; her whole body shivering and shaking...... "Oh my God -- you're making me cum!" she cried, "Oh God -- oh yesssss! Yesssss!" And she was away -- blasting her way through a wild and exciting orgasm that shook her to the core. "Aaaaaahhhh!" she yelled -- "I'm cummmmming! I'm cummmmmming!" And she looked a real picture -- her now almost naked body was straining as if she was having a fit -- shaking and shuddering; sweat was rising from her pores -- her legs splayed out; her hairy cunt pushed upwards as I twiddled away at her clit.......until her body suddenly collapsed. "Oh God! Oh God! How could you!" she exclaimed as she gradually came back to earth. She looked accusingly at me although with streaks of sticky white cum painted over her body, her accusations carried little weight. "You made me cum!" she said simply, "I'm your mother, for heaven's sake -- I'm supposed to set you an example." But Ian was there to help out. He stood up. "Don't forget me!" he said, waving his erection in her face. "Oh God -- what am I supposed to do?" Mum said, not convincingly in my opinion and a moment later I was proven right. "Make me cum too!" said Ian. "Come here darling -- I'll finish you," she said as she reached up and pulled Ian's cock towards her. No -- not towards her -- towards her mouth! Ian gasped as Mum's lips connected with his cock. She kissed it briefly before opening her mouth and allowing it to slide inside. There beside me I watched as his penis disappeared into her mouth -- her cheeks indented as she sucked on it. "Fuck Mum -- that feels good," he groaned as she allowed him to push his cock into her mouth -- and out again. She gripped his shaft and her mouth tightened around his cock and Ian groaned again. "Oh Mum -- that feels lovely -- that's good! Make me cum too!" he said as his penis slid in and out of our mother's mouth. Mum said nothing but just kept on sucking away at his cock -- obviously thoroughly enjoying having her mouth filled with a stiff cock. Soon Ian neared his boiling point. "Gonna cum, Mum," he said, "Gonna cum soon -- watch out!" Mum ignored him and continued to suck and wank him and a few moments later Ian groaned. "Shiiiiit Mum -- here it cums! Oh fuck -- yeahhhhhh!" he cried and I could see him tense up as his orgasm hit him. Mum's cheeks bulged as his first eruption filled her mouth. She swallowed just in time for the next mouthful -- the next squirt sent dribbles of white spunk coursing from her lips before she swallowed again. I'd no idea how much spunk Ian had produced but since Mum had had to swallow at least twice, it seemed that he too had given her a pretty good load. Mum leaned back; soon collapsing gently onto the settee, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard. I looked at her and what I saw sent my cock back into eager erection mode! Her knickers had slid down until they were around her thighs; her hairy cunt was exposed and was glistening with her lubricating juices; her stomach and breasts were exposed and they were liberally covered in splashes and streaks of my cum. And from her mouth, a long icicle of Ian's cum hung almost to her breasts...and she looked utterly fuckable! "Oh boys -- whatever have we done?" breathed Mum. "We've done what was needed to be done," said Ian brightly, "We were all frustrated. Dad made us all repressed but now -- thanks to you Mum, we've taken away all the barriers -- now we're a family at last!" "But we've committed incest," said Mum, completely ruining her statement by gathering the icicle of cum and licking it from her fingers! "Not in my eyes, we haven't," I added, "We haven't made love to you yet!" Mum's eyes flashed upwards to meet mine, but I held my gaze. "Well -- isn't that what you want?" I asked, holding my newly re-erected penis as if to encourage her. "I don't know if we can go that far," said Mum, looking from side to side at us both, "I -- I sort of wanted to be closer to you both but never in my wildest imagination did I expect us to, er....to do what we just did." Ian stood up, his own penis semi-inflated and rising as he stood there. "Come on Chris. Don't let's pressure Mum," he said to me, "Take it easy -- we've had some good stuff here -- well, bloody amazing actually. Let's not overdo it." "Fair comment," I said, "Sorry Mum -- but thank you so much for being so sexy! It was wonderful!" I think that Mum breathed a sigh of relief but it may just have been tension that made her hold her breath, but now she relaxed. She looked down at her body. "Oh my God!" she groaned as she dragged her knickers back into place, "Just look at me!" We'd already both had a good eyeful but another long look didn't do any harm. The icicle of Ian's cum had gone but while some of my cum had pooled on top of her breast, much of it had slithered down into her lap, leaving her breasts, with their still-stiff nipples, glistening and shining. She looked like a complete slut -- but a beautiful one! "Got to go and clean up," said Mum as she rose up. She picked up her discarded nightwear and turned towards us. "You're a dirty pair of randy sods, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head, "But I liked it!" Once Mum had disappeared to the bathroom things cooled down. Both Ian and I managed to get our erections to relax and by the time she returned, now with a voluminous dressing gown on, we were presentable and innocent looking -- as if nothing had happened. We'd even turned the TV on, not that there was much to watch and by the time I'd made us all cups of hot chocolate, we were a normal family once more. Almost strangely, nothing was said; no hints or clues of the activity that we'd just enjoyed -- somehow we managed to just delete it.....for now. Bedtime came and, having both kissed Mum goodnight, Ian and I retired to our respective rooms -- where I spent a restless night.....awake and wondering; then dozing and dreaming; then awake once more, my mind full of our incestual activity and my hand full of a restless cock. Somehow morning came and as I heard the local church clock strike seven, I was awake -- entirely. I got up and had a shower and once dressed I headed to the kitchen for my breakfast. Moments later I was joined by Mum -- and not ten minutes later Ian appeared too -- we were all early risers....or we all had something on our minds. Together we breakfasted, sociably and innocently -- it was as if nothing had ever happened! But underneath I knew that we'd crossed a barrier that we never knew existed -- but now it was down, there was nothing to stop us going further......was there? Although it was now Sunday, pressure of work weighed on my mind and once we'd breakfasted I opted to leave and head back home -- my excuse to chicken out! Yes -- I had plenty to do at home but I think I was just overcome with, if not remorse then perhaps sadness that my fantasy had become reality. Or was I just feeling bad because of what we'd done. My mind was in a turmoil of indecisions -- should we continue or should we desist? Was it good or was it bad? Who did the pushing -- Mum or us? Eventually I relaxed and once home I soon became deeply immersed in work once more -- Sunday or not. But in my mind, images of Mum laying back on the settee with her fantastic boobs and her forbidden exposed pussy came back to haunt me -- overlaid by updated images of her covered in my cum -- and I spent most of my time working with a hard-on as company. God -- I was hard for hours on end as I caught up with my work -- and then when I found time to lay on my bed and have a wank, I came in moments! And for once I just had to get myself off again -- twice in ten minutes. Fuckin' sex -- what a monster it was and yet, how bloody fantastic it was too. Weeks passed, as they often did without them telling me that they had -- I had no concept of time when I was working.....hours merged into days and day into weeks and eventually I phoned Mum, as was my occasional habit. "Darling -- I'm so pleased you rang -- I was going to call you," said Mum happily, "Guess what -- I've passed my driving test!" "Oh fantastic!" I said, really pleased for her, "Brilliant -- well done!" "And Ian's getting me a car," she said, "It's going to be wonderful!" And an hour or so later Ian rang me to confirm Mum's news and to say that he'd already got her a nice little Ford Fiesta that would be just right for her. We chatted and updated each other and that was that....and time passed again. Another weekend arrived when I meant to visit Mum and didn't, but I found myself thinking back. Did Mum let us have sex with her or did we push her -- who was the driving force? Would she go further? Did we want to do so? My penis kept telling me that what we'd done was right and he remained eager for a repeat performance. And -- with my cock's constant reminders of what a good time we'd had, I felt I just had to do something to make Mum's life more complete especially since she'd done so much for us over the years. I searched around for ages before I came up with the answer -- some luxury bed linen. Now that may sound pretty basic but Mum had been putting up with dad's ways -- cheap old cotton sheets and woven blankets -- absolutely typical 1960s stuff -- but I now intended to change that. Anyway the sheets were often frayed at the edges and the blankets were hardly fit for a dog's bed -- they needed replacing. I scoured the shops and eventually found what I wanted, although they'd have to be sent from the warehouse. However, I was promised delivery within 48 hours -- excellent service, so I placed my orders. The parcels duly arrived on time and I looked forward to the day when Mum would be able to use the bedding -- some beautiful white luxury-quality satin sheets and embroidered pillow cases -- and a good quality duvet with pillows as well. I put the parcels aside for my next visit.....which, as it happened, was a fleeting call -- Mum was about to go on an urgent call out, so all I had time to do was to give her the parcels and tell her to enjoy the contents. Anyway, she was too wrapped up in her 'new' car to give me her full attention. Another weekend passed and another Monday came and it was back to the grindstone and for once I was pleased that I worked mainly from home now because it pissed with rain; the temperature plummeted; it blew a gale and it was only fit to look out at -- I thanked heavens that I could stay at home to work. Then the phone rang -- it was Mum. "Darling -- oh I'm glad I got you," she said, "I'm over at the Symonds's farm and the bloody car won't start. I've given Ian a ring and he's coming over to see if he can fix it but can you come and fetch me?" "No problem Mum," I said, quickly finding my keys, "Be there in.....less than half an hour." I rang Ian and caught him just before he left -- he was about to head out. "I'm going to take the low-loader -- no use in working in this weather...." he said, "So I'll be a while. Tell you what -- you bring Mum home and I'll bring the car back -- ok?" "Good one bruv," I said, "Glad I can help out." I knew the farm where Mum was and I drove there through beating rain and blasts of wind that tried it's best to throw me off the road, but I made it -- and there was Mum, in the doorway of the farmhouse, waving happily to me. I pulled up and Mum quickly ran to the car and leapt inside -- not before the rain did it's best to drown her. "Oh damn!" she said as she got out again, "I've left my notes in the car -- need them." In the still pouring rain Mum ferreted around, gathering paperwork and spending what felt like ages before running back to the comfort of my car once more. She looked drowned as she shook her head to dispel some of the rain. "Bloody weather!!" she said, echoing my thoughts and feelings perfectly, "Couldn't find my blasted notebook -- it had slipped down between the seats. I'm drenched now." There wasn't much I could do to help except to turn the heating up and put the blower on full. "All done anyway," she said, "Old Mrs Smith has some nasty sores and I had to give her some help -- but it's all done now. Let's go home." I looked across the yard to her car which sat there sullenly. "Damn thing," Mum said as we drove out of the yard, "But that's machines for you, isn't it -- they always break down when it's most inconvenient!" As we motored serenely home we passed Ian heading to the farm -- we flashed headlight to each other but otherwise carried on with our life -- his aim to collect Mum's car -- mine to deliver Mum safely home. And so I did -- both of us a bit damp but far from drowned. "Oh Chris," groaned Mum as we neared home, Mum by now quite a bit warmer and drier, "Where would I be without you two boys -- my knights in shining armour?" I laughed. "Like the comparison Mum, but we're only doing what we should always be doing -- looking after you," I said. At home, Mum theatrically shook her hair once more but actually it was no more than damp now -- a quick towelling and her hair would be fine. "Oh darling," she said, "Thank you so much -- where would I be without you?" She came up to me and hugged me tight -- her breasts once again rubbing against my chest -- and this time my cock rose almost immediately. I felt Mum move her lower body -- either to accommodate my erection or to avoid it -- but my impression was that she was moving to allow it to rub against her abdomen. "You do love me, don't you," she stated, "You've been so good to me! And anyway I owe you an extra thank you for that lovely bed linen -- gosh -- it going to look so lovely! Going to put it on my bed tonight!" "Would you like a hand doing that?" I offered and Mum acceded. "Yes darling -- it's always a pain trying to put bedding on a double bed!" she said as we moved into her bedroom. There on the bed were several packages of best quality satin sheets and pillow cases -- all as ordered and soon we'd spread out the contents of each parcel. The slippery sheen of satin was everywhere -- Mum hardly knew where to start! I helped her as we fitted the bottom elasticated sheet in place; squeezed the pillows into their new smooth casing and encased her new duvet in a glistening and beautiful satin cover. We stood back to admire the result. Her bed was now an opulent nest -- fit only for a queen -- suitable only for sex really -- and totally ready for all comers! "Wow!" said Mum as she stood back to look at her beautifully outfitted bed -- a remarkably uninteresting item until now, "Oh sweetheart, that looks so inviting!" Bearing in mind that Ian wasn't with us yet I held off making sexy remarks -- instead I expressed my pleasure that they'd sent me what I'd ordered but Mum was already excited -- she was already on a high! She was positively beaming with delight, until reality sank in because it was only now that she seemed to realise just how damp her clothes were -- perhaps they were cooling down after her bit of exertion and she pulled at her top as it clung to her body. Knights in White Satin "Uuuugh," she said, "Let's get some dry clothes on. 'Scuse me darling - don't mind me." I wasn't about to complain as Mum pulled her top over her head and then unclipped her skirt, which pooled at her feet and then I hardly knew where to look because right in front of me was my mother, now clad in nothing more than a lacy bra and an equally see-through pair of knickers overlaid by some passion-killer tights. Damn! Those bloody tights.....but higher up something more exciting swayed -- Mum's wonderful breasts! Her lilac bra was filigreed and through it her squashed nipples pushed sullenly at the material; crinkled even more by the restriction. But her breasts themselves were perfect -- held magnificently in place to best show off her cock-enfolding cleavage -- the flesh of her full and succulent breasts smooth and slick. If I wasn't hard before, I certainly was now! "Oh dear," said Mum, looking downwards with a big smile on her face, "Did I do that?" I could only nod my response as Mum moved towards me. She leaned gently against me, her almost bare breasts now pressed against my body. "Poor boy," she said, rubbing her breasts across my chest, "My old titties getting you all excited then?" "They're not old -- they're not!" I said, "They're wonderful!" "Well darling," said Mum seductively, "If you'd like to undo the clasp perhaps you can get even more excited! I want to put a clean one on anyway, so come on then!" My hands reached behind Mum's back and in moments I'd slipped the clasps and I felt the weight of her breasts fall heavier against me. "Oooooh -- that's better!" said Mum wriggling her shoulders. She brought her hands up, slipped the straps off her shoulders and off her arms -- then she moved to put her arms round my neck. "Take it off for me darling," she crooned, "Then come and kiss me." To remove her bra, all that was necessary was for me to move us slightly apart and the flimsy material fell between us -- and now Mum's bare breasts were in my hands. I held them, devouring the pliable flesh with my fingers; testing her nipples for rigidity; massaging the warm softness until I remembered the kiss. I pulled us closer together and brought my mouth down to Mum's and we kissed -- damp lips together at first.....then I felt her tongue sliding across my lips and pushing between them. I loosened my lips and Mum's tongue entered, sliding over my teeth and reaching inside to touch my own tongue. I responded -- my tongue now playing with Mum's; twisting and sliding together. Our lips were now wet and still glued together but soon the slipperiness of our saliva caused our lips to slide and smooch sexily together. I realised that we were both panting; our breaths blowing into each other's mouths..... Mum was squirming in my arms and I realised I was overdressed. "Hang on a mo," I said as I quickly stripped off my t-shirt before pulling Mum back into a close embrace. And now it was bare flesh to bare flesh -- Mum's now stiff nipples almost scraped across my chest. I put my hands up and pushed them together, creating once again that tunnel of love -- her super cleavage and I almost came on the spot! "Bloody hell, Mum, you're gorgeous!" I said, "You're so damn lovely. I could......" "You're a naughty boy thinking things like that!" said Mum, teasing me as she interrupted me, "What could you then?" "Oh Mum -- you know, you know damn well what. I want to make love to you -- I want to take you to bed -- yes, I want to fuck you!" I said, letting it all out in one go. Her eyes, her come-to-bed eyes, lit up and seemed to become even darker and even more irresistible. "Do you now?" she queried, still rubbing her creamy breasts against me, "Should I let you? It's incest you know darling." "So what!" I cried, "It's not as if we're doing it behind someone else's back -- we'd be doing it because we want to -- because we can." "What about Ian then?" asked Mum, her hand sliding down over my trousers, "Where does he fit in?" "Oh Mum -- WE love you, not just me!" I said happily, "You're enough of a woman for two men." "Am I now," said Mum sexily as her hand began exploring the long ridge of my erection, "The question is -- are you enough for me?" My eyes opened wide -- Mum had never spoken like this before, not even when we all ended up having sex before -- Mum had been concerned about 'going all the way', but now she seemed to be all for it! I was about to undo and drop my trousers so Mum could reacquaint herself with my cock when we heard the door open. "Ah, Ian's home -- that's good!" said Mum, once again causing me to look at her sharply. Wow -- this was a new Mum that I held in my arms! We heard Ian taking his boots off and then his quiet footsteps across the lounge. "Ian," called Mum, "Come here darling -- in the bedroom." Moments later he was at the door -- his eyeballs on stalks! I turned Mum around and pushed her gently towards him, her heated breasts now welcoming him. Ian's eyes flashed from the newly attired bed to her breasts and stuck there. "Fuckin' hell Mum," he said, with feeling, "God -- aren't they beauties!" He reached out and Mum moved closer to him until his hands could cup and hold her. I could see him gently squeezing and caressing her breasts and I smiled to myself. Soon -- very soon, we'd be sharing those tits -- giving them all the love we had.....! Mum moaned as Ian's hands played with her breasts -- he was obviously as eager to get to know them as I was! "Come on boys, do you want me to get undressed?" said Mum, "Are you going to join me?" "Bloody right I am," said Ian, throwing clothes off with mad abandon and watching as Mum slid her tights and knickers down and off in one go. Behind her I felt her cute bum press back against my erection as she bent over, making me wish I'd been quicker in getting my trousers off! But moments later I too was undressed; my throbbing erection pointing straight at Mum's arse while Ian's hard-on saluted her sweet pussy. We closed in on her, Ian's and my arms interlocking as we pulled ourselves closer and closer together, squashing our beloved mother between us in a loving naked embrace. Almost by luck as we closed in, I'd managed to push my erection down below Mum's bum cheeks and now it was sliding between her legs -- and meeting Ian's cock approaching from the front. Mum gasped as she felt the pressure of our two penises against the underside of her arse and pussy, then she pushed us apart. "Phew -- it's hot in there!" she said, the double entente loud and clear, "Come on -- I want to try my new sheets." With that she squirmed out of our grasps and climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting us both with the delectable sight of her arse and pouting pussy -- until she turned over and lay, centred on the bed. She lifted her head a bit and shook it and there before me was my dream girl once more -- but this time it was my mother whose lovely sleek, glowing body was welcoming me -- her arms and legs spread and her hair now cascading over the pillows. I'm sure that Ian and I both wanted to leap on her and fuck her but we were both just enjoying the incredibly sexy sight before us first of all. I looked at him and with a nod we parted and approached the bed from either side, our still rigid erections waving as we moved. Soon we were lying alongside our mother, each wondering where to begin! I think we chose a breast each simply because there were two of them and in moments I was squeezing and caressing one breast, while Ian had upped the action by placing his mouth straight on a nipple. "Ooooooh darling, that's lovely," moaned Mum as Ian sucked away. She put her hand up behind my head and pulled me towards her. "Come and kiss me, Chris," she said "But don't stop what you're doing." I wriggled over, sliding on the satin sheet until I could look Mum in the eyes. "You're so beautiful," I said, "You're just so beautiful Mum." I lowered my mouth until it met her welcoming wet and open lips and this time we went straight for a deep and loving oral embrace -- our lips sliding around and our tongues exploring everywhere. Beneath me Mum was squirming happily as her two sons worked to arouse her. For a while Mum and I kissed frantically before I slid away and down, my mouth sliding over her upper breast until I reached her rubbery nipple. Quickly chewing at the finger tip of flesh and making mum jerk and shudder, I felt Mum's body react to our efforts. She was beginning to pant and heat up -- she needed fucking and soon, that was for sure! "Oh boys, this is so wonderful," breathed Mum, "My two sons and they both love me and want me -- what more could a mother want." "Do you want fucking?" said Ian bluntly, "Is that what our mother wants?" "Yes, yes, yes darling," she said, "Come on -- love me more!" I moved a hand towards her pussy and encountered Ian's hand on the way. Briefly we held hands and squeezed each other -- we were in this together as we worked our way down to the pleasure zone. As we did so, Mum's body began to jerk up to meet us; uncontrollable twitches were causing her hips to thrust up, proffering her visibly wet pussy to us. Ian looked at me and moved his head towards her pussy indicating that I should go first -- which I did, with immense pleasure! Slowly I ran my fingers through her curly patch of hair, just lightly brushing it to enhance the feelings before I let my fingers slide further until I found her thighs. Mum's body was quivering lightly all over now as I approached her pussy but no way was I intending to make a direct approach. Instead I caressed her inner thighs and the outer edges of her pussy until Mum was panting hard and moaning constantly. I looked at Ian and nodded -- and now I slid my hand, palm down, across her pussy, cupping her whole pudenda with my hand. Gently I slid two fingers upwards over her crinkly wet lips, feeling them part as I did so. Gradually my fingers slid between her petals, slipping softly over her drooling, pulsating hole and drawing upwards once more until I met her clitoris. Mum let out a long breath and a deep sigh of pleasure. "Ooooh yessssss!" she said, her hips jerking upwards at my hand, "There! Just there!" Slowly and teasingly I ran the tips of my fingers around her clit, feeling the hardness of her mini-penis and the slipperiness of her lubrication. I pushed a little harder at the flesh, making Mum snap a breath in, before slowly letting it out again. "Do you want us to make love to you, Mum," I asked, looking up at her. Mum's sexy come-to-bed eyes glowed darker and ever more invitingly. "Yes darlings -- please -- please -- don't make me wait any longer," she cried, her hips now threshing about as I played with her clit and her hole. Everything was hot, wet and ready -- all there was missing was a cock to plug her leaking hole. "Come on Ian -- you go first," I said magnanimously, "Get up there boy!" "Damn right I will," he said, moving around on the bed until he was kneeling between Mum's opened thighs, "Been wanting to do this for so long....." "Be gentle darling," Mum said softly, "It's been a long time...." Ian leaned over Mum, his penis now pointing directly at her steaming pussy. He pulled his foreskin up and down a few times then lowered himself until the tip of his penis touched her body. "Oooooh darling, I'm scared!" she said, looking down her body to watch the action, "You're going to be too big for me!" "He'll fit Mum, don't worry," said Ian, "I'll push gently until he's inside you." So saying he began to move his cock around, gathering sticky slippery secretions on his crown -- his actions only serving to make Mum's body produce yet more lubrication. "Coming in," Ian said, "Just coming Mum...." I watched as he lined up his cock and began to close the gap -- I heard Mum gasp. "Oooh God -- you're stretching me! Oooh -- but its good -- feels good.....keep going," she said and Ian pushed further into her. With several inches of insertion to go he stopped. "You ok?" he asked and Mum nodded her head. "Yes darling -- come on in -- all of you!" she groaned and Ian allowed his body to collapse on top of our mother's delectable body, the entire length of his penis now embedded deep into the hole he'd left behind all those years ago. I saw his hips thrust hard and Mum grunted. "Ooh God -- you're deep!" she groaned, her arms now coming up to clasp round his back, "That's good -- come on -- do it!" "Yes Mum, yes -- I want to fill you -- I want to get right inside you," groaned Ian, his hips now beginning to move up and down as he thrust and withdrew his penis from his mother's vagina. Up and down he went -- in and out and Mum was now joining in -- her own hips rising and falling as she thrust back at him. "Fuck -- fuck -- yeahhhh!" grunted Ian, "Ooh you're nice, so nice Mum -- so tight and wet!" The glorious aroma of hot sex was now all around us as both Ian and Mum began to sweat lightly -- you could almost see the waves of heat rising as they fucked. Harder and harder Ian drove his stiff penis into his mother's cunt -- faster and faster, until with a sudden cry, Ian reached his apex. "Mum -- Mum -- I'm cumming! Oh fuck Mum, I'm cumming in you!" Ian cried as his penis began unloading his sperm into the receptacle that his father had been the last to use. I watched agog as his hips thrust again and again, powering his erupting penis into his mother; emptying his balls in her welcoming pussy. "Oh no -- no! Oh yesssss!" cried Mum, as moments later her orgasm smashed her senses apart; threw all her morals away and blasted her very being into smithereens! "Oh my Goddddd -- I'm cummmmming!" she cried, "Cummmming -- I can't stop; oh God, ooooooooh!" Her body was almost reaching up to accept and offer itself to Ian as he pumped his sperm into her depth until finally she reached her plateau phase and just lay there quivering and jerking at random. Then Mum's eyes suddenly snapped open and I saw her look straight at Ian. "Oh Ian -- nooooo -- you should have told me, Ian, you should have warned me," she sobbed. "What Mum?" we chorused, both concerned, "What's up -- didn't you cum?" "It's not that darlings," she cried, "I'm still fertile -- I'm not on the pill -- you shouldn't have cum inside me." "You didn't say anything Mum -- you should have told us," Ian said, "Bit bloody late now isn't it?" "Come on Mum," I offered, "You probably won't catch first time, surely." "Shouldn't have taken the risk though," said Mum, somewhat brightened now, "You're probably right though." "What about me?" I asked, because I too obviously wanted to plant my seed inside her. "Might as well do it too," said Ian blasély, "Another load won't make Mum pregnant twice! Come on -- take over!" He lifted away from Mum and exposed both his still stiff but very slimy cock and Mum's overheated pussy; her lips reddened and enlarged, with her fluids and Ian's liberally splashed everywhere. Her vagina was open although it was pulsating slowly as it contracted once more, sealing in his offerings. "You ready?" he asked me as I climbed onto the bed in his place and I just nodded. Silly bloody question really because my massively over-stimulated penis was desperate to climb inside Mum's body. I'd watched my brother's penis bringing Mum to a climax; I'd watched as he filled her with his cum and now my cock wanted, no, needed to do the same. Mum's arms came up to greet me as I lowered myself towards her and moments later we were in contact, although I held my hips up to avoid penetration. We kissed passionately and I slowly allowed my penis to touch her body and with a little amount of wriggling around, I felt him slide into her beautifully wetted and slippery groove. I felt her lips clasp around my penis as I moved slowly and gently around, finally locating her hole, where the tip of my well-lubricated cock now settled. "Can I come inside, Mum?" I asked somewhat unnecessarily, because Mum was now pulling at me to encourage my entry. Slowly and gently I eased my cock into her and I felt that unique tunnel of flesh give way, stretch and move around me as my penis continued to sink deeper and deeper inside my mother. "Oooooh yesssss darling!" groaned Mum, "I've needed you so much darling -- and you Ian," she said, her hand reaching out to hold his, "I'm so lucky to have you both -- my two shining knights!" "Not in shining armour now," I said as I began sliding my penis in and out of Mum's hole. "No -- you're in my lovely satin sheets now," said Mum, "Ooooh they're so sexy; I want to slide around on them so much; I love the feel of satin against my skin." My only complaint was that I could get my knees to grip well enough so I asked Mum if we could change places and a little while later I was spooned behind Mum, lying on our sides with my cock once again deeply embedded inside her, this time from behind -- and now I could drive my erection into her far better. Soon her bum was slapping against my thighs as we coupled; harder and faster we went, both now panting our desire to bring the other off. Then my time arrived as an immense spasm ran through me and my muscles seized up! "Aaaaahhh Mum -- cummmming, yes, cummmming!" I cried as I felt gushers of hot incestual sperm erupting from my aching penis. "Oooooh darling -- I'm with you -- with you!" cried Mum and I felt her vagina squeezing me; sucking the life from my cock; vacuuming up my potent offering. Time and again my muscles contracted sending spray after spray of cum into Mum's very womb, until finally I collapsed, panting and totally spent. Mum pulled my hand tight over her breasts and squeezed hard. "Oh Chris -- that was wonderful -- this has been wonderful!" she said happily, as Ian came and sat on the bed beside us, "And you Ian, thank you so very much!" I felt my penis slowly wilting so I eased him from his tight slippery nest, eventually regretting having to do so and wishing I had the strength left to get back in there again. But I was whacked.....for now! I moved up the bed until I was half sitting, resting on one elbow and looking at Mum. She rolled over onto her back, displaying her magnificently alluring body to us. Her slightly rounded tummy was still rising and falling as she got her breath back; her breasts had spread out, a nipple pointing at each of her sons; her well-used pussy now glistened with our combined juices; her hair was once again spread out over her pillows and her face was simply radiant! "Can we do that again?" asked Ian, his erection having returned long ago. "How often then?" asked Mum, "Because I want us to do that again and again, darlings." "How about now?" I asked, siding one hand down her body. Mum put her hand on top of mine and held it still. "Not yet darling boys, not yet -- don't rush things," she said, "We've got forever if we need it. This definitely isn't going to be a one off, is it?" "Well, I hadn't any plans to leave home," said Ian, "So I'd love to make it a habit -- and you Chris?" "I could always move closer!" I said, "Especially if Mum needs us both." Mum pulled us both closer to her; her highly aroused nipple boring into the side of my chest while her other one did the same to Ian. "Oh yes -- I need you -- I need you both -- my two shining knights!" she said. And as time passed, all things fell into place. Ian stayed at home; I sold up and found another house just down the road; Mum got pregnant and eventually produced a lovely little boy. We all lived happily as an extended family; close together -- and especially close when we spent our nights with Mum -- our sex-filled Nights in White Satin. Knights in White Satin Nights in white satin,Never reaching the end,Letters I've written,Never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missedWith these eyes before,Just what the truth isI can't say anymore. 'Cause I love you,Yes, I love you,Oh, how, I love you.