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Dan’s Tale Ch. 01

By: wellard94



Summary: Blame it on the Tango.

Keywords: MF, consensual, love, older woman, aunt, mother, incest, mature, first time, virgin

Version: 1.00

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are many elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an explicit SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by such content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Jack Wellard. 

Copyright (C) 2013 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

Prologue

 Dan and I had been friends from childhood. Born within a few weeks of each other in pre-war South London we were separately evacuated to avoid the Blitz. After the war our families returned to Lambeth to re-build their lives. For Dan and I this was a truly amazing time! There were many bomb sites where fallen and damaged buildings made wonderful places for lads like us to explore. Our parents forbade such activities but in reality it was far too tempting for young adventurous boys wanting to play at soldiers, pirates or explorers. Our friendship grew from sharing those dangers and secrets despite our going to different secondary schools. Similar in physique people often remarked how we could be brothers, even twins.

Although at different schools, we both quit formal education at age 16 to find jobs to contribute to the family budget. While I started at the bottom in banking Dan joined the insurance industry. Later, we were called up for National Service at the same time and ended up serving in the same regiment.

The story you are about to enjoy was related by Dan over several sessions while we played at real soldiers during long cold nights patrolling the East German border. We had been called up on the same day for National Service and found ourselves going through basic training together. What we were actually doing in those dismal forests is no longer important but it provided plenty of time for exchanging experiences.

We stayed friends until Dan's untimely death. He visited my Cotswold cottage in recent years and we walked the hills still talking about our lives and loves. He was more than encouraging when I suggested that I might like to write some of his stories. The only requirement was that some names should be changed.



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Part One

When he was sixteen Dan's early promise as a rugby player was cut short by a serious injury to his knee which took a long time to heal. Walking, then running helped his recovery but his mother suggested that his unsteady balance could be improved by dancing. At that time nothing could be further from Dan's mind than going with his Mum to one of her evening dance classes. However, his resistance was eventually worn down and he agreed to give dancing a try.

During the bus ride to the first Wednesday session Dan's mother, Gloria, explained that most of the people in the class would be female and mostly older. The few male partners were mostly reluctant elderly husbands who came out of duty. Dan's inexperience in female company made him a little anxious and he wondered if he should have stayed at home.

By the end of the evening Dan's knee was aching and he was limping again. Nevertheless he appreciated how his balance might improve if he could master the posture requirements his mother demanded of her class. He also found that he was the centre of attention! Some of the older dancers wanted to mother him; the younger ones looked at this youth with different intentions! 

Dan decided to persevere with the classes, at least until his injury was repaired. He quickly grew to enjoy the female company and was learning vital inter-personal skills. When his 17th birthday passed he had physically developed and was actually enjoying the evening classes. Of course his mother was delighted. Her big boy was something of a star, popular with everyone, becoming quite a stylish mover and ever willing to be used as a demonstrator. His injury has completely healed and during the next year Dan went into athletic training as well as keeping up with his dance classes. His physique was everything a young man could wish for. He now had stamina, balance and strength. During that year Gloria persuaded Dan to enter dance competitions. He was paired with various partners and performed well with them all. His greatest achievements were when he danced with his aunt Angela. She had maturity and elegance to complement his vigour and youth. By the time he reached 18, Angela was his only competition partner.

Angela was 10 years younger than her sister Gloria. She had been widowed when her husband was killed in action early in the Korean War. They married just before he boarded the troop ship and he never knew that she was pregnant. By the time the mail caught up with his unit it was too late. Unfortunately, Angela lost the baby soon after the news of her husband's death. She was devastated, seemingly losing two loved people in as many days. It took her years to recover, but dancing helped her to come to terms with life. Mostly she went along to help her older sister Gloria but slowly she began to enjoy dancing, especially when Dan became serious about competitive dancing. For some reason Angela was always drawn to Dan. Maybe she felt that he was alone like her. An only child, Dan relied on friends, school and sport to fill in his social life. Angela was also lonely. In their south London street she lived at number 43, her sister at 53 so they were only about fifty yards apart and saw a lot of each other.

Sometimes Gloria insisted on 'extra' dance sessions in Angela's front room to develop and practice new steps or techniques. The Dansette record player served adequately for their practice and, despite the cramped floor space, they progressed. Dan was now several inches taller than Angela but with her high heeled shoes they matched perfectly on the dance floor. Their prizes were mostly worthless but sometimes included useful kitchen equipment or even holidays. Dan didn't really care, but his mother was proud and Angela enjoyed the challenge. Their latest competition was an Argentine tango. A relatively new import to the European dance scene this complicated dance was the ultimate challenge for Gloria's reputation as a dance teacher. Her best prospects were her son and her sister, their partnership seemed perfect.

Gloria's love of dancing derived from its precision and form. The Argentine tango seemed to veer wildly from her comfort zone. Unsure why she found it fascinating, Gloria wanted to explore the possibilities and potential freedoms this new dance offered.

Dan enjoyed dancing for many reasons. Sure he loved dance music, he had a wonderful sense of rhythm but he also appreciated the social aspects. It was the only pastime he knew where he could walk up to a stranger and invite her into his arms. When his mother suggested the Argentine tango he was indifferent until he heard the music. Dan loved it; the insistent 2/4 beat, the often melancholy chords and the sadness and gladness which came from the sound excited him. He really wanted to dance to this music. 

Angela was also swung by the music but for different reasons. She had a suppressed poetic nature which she often strained to release. The music for her was nostalgic, tingling and yearning. She loved it. Angela found that her creative nature was stirred by the sound. The fascinating rhythm was almost erotic to her, but she didn't tell anyone that!

On a warm Saturday afternoon they were an hour into their practice session in the front room at number 43. Progress had been good; after several bruises they had mastered some of the intricate leg flicks. Gloria had made them try various moves and held them in pose while she corrected hand, arm, leg, head positions. It was hard work. One particular position caused Angela some problems which probably triggered her later reaction to another pose.

In normal facing hold the couple performed a sweeping turn with Dan on his slightly bent left leg with his right leg extended straight to his right side. Angela's left leg was also extended her foot just outside Dan's right foot. Angela's right knee was between Dan's legs. The manoeuvre they were trying to master involved Dan swivelling his partner so that their extended legs made a wide sweep. They rehearsed the transition into this position several times. Angela found that as she bent her right knee between Dan's legs her groin could contact his extended right leg. A first she tried to avoid it but, enjoying this unusually intimate contact, she eventually pressed her crutch gently against Dan's knee.

Dan was concentrating on his stance and how he had to maintain his balance while swinging his partner elegantly back in a sweeping arc. He felt Angela pressing on his knee and found that this contact helped his control of their position. He attributed Angela's trembling to the physical strain of this tricky exercise so he held his partner more firmly. As they repeated the manoeuvre Angela became more flushed. 

Gloria, unaware that her sister had become aroused by this contact, thought that they should relax and try a different phase of the dance and return to this move later. "Very good both of you, that's really coming along very well," she exclaimed. "Maybe we'll work on that again later but just relax a moment and we'll go back to the move we tried earlier."

The dancers stood and shook themselves. Angela smiled at Dan, trying to ignore the longing ache she had developed after rubbing her pussy on his knee. She told herself to concentrate. Separately the dancers moved themselves through the previous move, each watching the other then, moving closer, trying it together.

"Good, very good!" said Gloria, moving around them, pushing an arm here tilting a head there. "Relax again and we'll start from a few bars earlier to get the transition into this position. Then hold it please and we'll make adjustments. Dan, remember the arrogance, keep that look of utter disdain."

Dan drew himself to his full height, gazed nonchalantly into the distance with his head tilted away from his partner.

"That's it!" exclaimed his mother clenching her fist in his face. "A real male chauvinist pig!" Angela giggled but Dan remained aloof as the dancers moved to the start position. At the gramophone Gloria listened to the music and counted them into the steps. 

After the ache of repeating the previous hold they moved easily through the steps until the music stopped abruptly. The pose now held by the hard-breathing couple was Dan behind his aunt both leaning to the right with their right knees slightly bent. Angela's right arm was wrapped back behind Dan's hip, her hand just below his waist at the top of his firm right buttock. Their left legs were straight, pointing to the left where their heads faced. Dan held his partner's left hand in his palm.

At that moment the doorbell rang loudly. As she turned to leave the room Gloria insisted that they hold the pose so that she could correct any imperfections. Angela called after her "If it's the milkman Glor' his money is on the shelf behind the front door." 

The dancers were still breathing heavily as they heard Gloria greet the milkman. Dan realised that his right hand, instead of being close to Angela's waist, was actually on her ribcage just below her right breast. His index finger could just touch the lower swell. With some trepidation he moved this finger slowly; the illicit feeling of warmth and softness caused his heart rate to rise. Dan felt Angela's right hand slide from his hip, he expected this hand to grasp his own and remove it from its errant groping. Instead, Angela's fingers caressed the back of his hand lightly. She surprised Dan further by gently steering him completely onto the breast. His palm cupped against the supple warm flesh encouraged by stroking fingers which now interlocked with his own.

They could hear that Gloria was now outside the front door laughing and joking with the milkman. The dancers had eased their aching right legs to a more comfortable stance. Dan's hips still pressed against his partner's soft bottom. He was aware that the heat from her flesh and the excitement of touching the breast had stirred his penis into a decidedly uncomfortable erection down his left trouser-leg. Gloria insisted that, at this stage of rehearsal, they wear clothes similar to those they would wear in the contest. Angela had made her cotton frock the previous summer. The flared skirt was just what Gloria wanted for this dance. Dan's white cotton shirt was tight fitting but his black trousers were loose and supported only by broad black braces.

Angela's left arm dropped from the frozen pose. Without a word she drew this hand across Dan's hip and between their bodies until she squeezed his straining cock. Just as quickly she slid her hand higher then back down inside the gaping waist of Dan's trousers. Her fingers quickly found his cock and with a deft flick pointed it upwards. "There, does that feel better?" She murmured, leaning her head back to Dan's ear.

"It's bloody amazing Angela!" quailed Dan, hardly able to control his trembling voice.

They could hear that Gloria and the milkman were now at the front gate, probably him on the pavement keen to get on with his work and Gloria leaning on the gate from inside intent on catching up with gossip.

Angela, still grasping Dan's dick, growled an urgent "Come with me, quickly now Dan." Dan followed. Really where else could he go with his slender aunt tugging him down the corridor by his precious prick! Angela pushed the bathroom door closed with her foot and turned the key in the lock with her free hand. The bathroom was tiny, just space for the bath and a narrow passage alongside to the toilet and hand-basin. Angela, her left hand still proudly holding her prize, pressed Dan against the wall and flicked the braces from each shoulder with her right hand. Gravity took the trousers gently to the floor around Dan's ankles. His under-pants quickly followed.

Angela leaned forward caressing Dan's cock with both hands. She looked up and smiled. "I bet you wank this lovely tool every day don't you?" Without waiting for an answer she continued, her voice full of passion, "Well today it's my turn!"

Dan watched, mesmerised, as his aunt's gentle fingers lightly caressed the firm length from base to tip and back again. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, squeezing and teasing. Angela drew her left hand around behind Dan's thigh and under his legs to fondle his balls. As soon as she began the wanking motion Dan knew he would not last long. Sure enough Angela felt his balls tighten towards his stiffening body as she flashed her right hand rapidly forward and back. Dan's awesome cry heralded his excruciatingly exquisite ejaculation. Angela's hand slowed as she watched as the first jet splatter on the tiles on the other side of the bath. The next looped down into the bath with a loud splat! The rest bubbled furtively out, drenching her clasping fingers.

Dan leaned back against the wall, panting for breath. He couldn't believe the pleasure he had just endured! He watched as Angela withdrew her hand from between his legs to cup his balls from the front. As her right hand drew the drooling spunk from his cock she leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. "Was that as good as it looked Dan?" she asked, gazing up into his face.

"Magnificent Angela! Actually much more than that but my brain is too addled to find a better word just now." Dan murmured, gently caressing Angela's head. "That was the first time someone else has played with my cock. Sorry about the mess!"

Angela chuckled. "Yes, you gave quite a fireworks display. I'd better clean it up before your Mum sees it." Angela looked around but could see no obvious cleaning material. "My knickers are so fucking wet I might as well use them." She mumbled.

Dan had never heard angelic aunt Angela use language like that! He watched as she lifted the skirt flashing her white thighs before quickly lowering her underwear. She leaned over the bath to begin wiping the first puddle which had slowly trickled down the wall to reach the second. Dan felt time stand still as he watched Angela's skirt swirl elegantly from side to side as she rubbed the far wall. Without realising what he was doing he slowly raised the hem of the skirt revealing the back of Angela's pale thighs. As the hem rose higher he saw her swollen pink vagina lips winking as her bottom moved from side to side. His cock quickly resurrected, its purple head pointing directly at the pink juicy crack. He had never seen a vagina before! Instinct drew him closer. As Angela leaned down to wipe the bottom of the bath his cock touched her lips.

"Dan?" She enquired, her voice echoing in the bath.

Dan eased forward, the shiny tip of his eager penis slipped gently between the glossy walls of Angela's pussy.

"Dan!" Angela cried. She pushed against the bath to get up but only succeeded in enveloping more of Dan's erection inside her.

"Oh Dan, we shouldn't . ." She tried to stop her backward momentum in vain. Dan's cock slid completely into her body as she fell back. Dan's normally quick footwork was impaired by his trousers and underpants around his ankles. He couldn't prevent Angela from tipping them hard against the wall close behind him driving his cock as far into his aunt's cunt as it was possible to get.

They froze, Angela's body quivering with fear and pleasure. She was still holding onto the edge of the bath to support her forward weight. Dan moved the dress away from her waist so that he could see her body. His hands caressed the smooth skin of her lower back. Angela, obviously giving up on trying to prevent what had already happened, reached over her shoulder and pulled the frock over her head. She flipped it to her right where it fell gracefully in a heap on the floor below the hand-basin. Dan immediately peeled off his shirt and sent into the same corner.

Angela watched the shirt drift in slow motion onto her dress and her poetic nature began shaping the words to describe the coming together of their clothes as a metaphor for . . Her reverie was interrupted by a loud knock on the bathroom door. The lovers froze.

"Angie, you in there?" Without waiting for an answer Gloria continued. "I've got to go back to our house, I think I just saw Bill come home. You know what he's like if he has to make his own tea. I'll see you later, OK? Oh I haven't seen Dan, can you look after him if he comes?"

"OK I'll do that Glor' see you later," managed Angela, while clamping her pussy muscles tightly around Dan's cock to prevent him from moving.

The lovers began to relax as they listened to the footsteps hurrying down the long passageway. When the front door slammed Dan jerked his cock, as much to see if it was still hard as anything. It was and Angela reacted with a squeeze and a giggle.

"So you're not a virgin any more Dan!"

"I guess not, I certainly didn't expect to lose it in my auntie's bathroom!" Dan replied slowly withdrawing his penis and just as slowly replacing it.

Angela gasped. "You seem to know how to use that delightful cock. We'd better not take too long just in case your Mum comes back." Angela was slowly revolving her hips, now relishing the pleasure of Dan's penis in various parts of her pussy.

"Are you OK like that Angela? Maybe we could try somewhere more comfortable?" Dan enquired caressing Angela's back. He realised that she still had her bra on and reached forward and unclipped it. It was another first for him -- undoing a woman's bra! It joined the heap in the corner. He slid his hands around her chest and cupped a naked breast in each hand.


Dan’s Tale Ch. 01



"Mmmm. That's nice Dan, but maybe a move would be good. Let's go to my bedroom." Angela said, straightening to a standing position for the first time in quite a while. "Hold me Dan, I'm not used to being upright!"

Dan's hands were still holding her breasts, he let go and crossed his hands so that his right was holding her left and vice versa. He snuggled his arms into her ribs. "Will this be OK, madam?" He asked softly into her ear.

"Perfect, young sir. Now, do you think you could possibly stay inside while we get to my bedroom?"

"Could it be any more difficult than doing the Argentine tango?" Dan responded drawing his hips tighter against Angela's soft bottom.

Angela giggled, turned the key in the door and opened it wide.

They froze!

Standing, arms crossed below her heaving breasts, her right foot tapping impatiently, chin set defiantly was Dan's mother!

Angela started blustering. "Gloria! What about . . Didn't you go home . . What are you doing there?"

Gloria pulled herself up to her full height, still the same as Angela, about 5 feet 3 inches! She was putting on a good show of self-righteousness when Dan noticed her nipples. They were huge and hard, almost bursting through her blouse. Then he saw her knickers, wrapped around her left ankle.

Before she could say a word Dan challenged her "Mum, you've been there all along, haven't you?"

Angela gasped. "Glor', is that true? Oh fuck! Did you enjoy what you heard?"

Gloria couldn't keep up the act. She grinned, came forward and kissed her sister on the lips then pulled her son's head forward and kissed him long and hard. "Yes, I bloody did enjoy it. I wished it was me in there but if it couldn't be me there's only one other person I would like as my proxy and that's you darling Angie." She kissed her sister again.

"Now, did someone say something about an Argentine tango to the boudoir?" Gloria peeled off her blouse, there was no bra. Her breasts were bigger than Angela's with magnificently erect nipples. Her skirt dropped to the floor as well and Dan saw his naked mother for the first time. His cock twitched inside Angela.

Angela giggled. "His cock just jumped at the sight of your pussy Glor', I'll warrant he'll be in there soon enough!"

That really pleased Dan's mother but she put on her serious dancing teacher visage and demanded "Backs straight, no smiling, close hold, Dan takes the lead and I want to see a proper reverse turn at the corner." She tapped her foot four firm beats then, as the dancers moved to that rhythm, she kicked off her shoes.

Dan kept his right hand firmly on Angela's midriff as he kept the close-fitting hold required to keep his cock inside his aunt. She played her part by pressing her backside firmly into his groin. They moved impeccably. At the bend in the corridor Dan demonstrated his skill as he spun his naked partner elegantly through 270 degrees to the right. As they swung back in the direction of their teacher walking behind them Angela's legs were spread wide so Gloria had a perfect view of the vagina holding her son's penis. At the bedroom door Dan's turn was even more flamboyant as he lifted Angela just at the point when her legs were spread to show his mother their perfect hold. Gloria applauded. "Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect," she muttered to herself.

They stopped at the edge of the bed. "Hold tight, darling," Angela whispered. She raised both legs until her knees were touching the backs of Dan's hands. "Now put me on the bed like this and spin me on your cock."

Dan carefully positioned Angela's curled body towards the end of the double bed so that she was on her knees with her bottom still pressed to Dan's belly. "OK, going left," instructed Dan. He gently lifted and rolled Angela until she lay on her back, still impaled on his erection. Both sighed, Dan's mother applauded again.

Pushing Angela ahead of him with his hips Dan steered them into the middle of the bed with Angela's head on the pillows. He spread his kneeling legs on either side of her bottom; she dropped her legs across his thighs around his hips. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she asked as her heels pulled tight behind his thighs to impale herself deeper onto her lover.

Dan smiled and drew his mother to his side. He kissed her lips softly and pulled her onto the bed alongside Angela. Gloria snuggled against her sister. For while the trio rested, gently touching, kissing and adoring each other.

Angela relaxed the tight hold she had maintained with her heels and murmured, "OK, ready when you are big boy." 

Slowly Dan drew his cock from his aunt. He let it come all the way out which caused a whimper from Angela and a gasp from his mother who was watching very closely. She had never seen an erect cock other that her husband's and this was way bigger and glistened with Angela's fluids.

Gloria turned to her sister, "How could you have that lovely cock in you all that time? Didn't you come? I know I would if I had it in me."

Angela smiled at her sister, "About a hundred little climaxes, I'm hoping for the biggie very soon. Wish me luck!"

Gloria leaned down and drew Dan's dick head up and down her sisters drooling lips. She teased for a while then nodded to Dan who gently restored his cock into Angela's perfect pussy. He wriggled and jerked a few times then withdrew and immediately re-entered. After several rounds of this Angela was growling and writhing. Dan, who had never been in this lovely position, began what he hoped was a more conventional fuck motion. Sliding in and out at regular intervals, varying the depth he was in his element. His cock felt wonderful, he could watch it going in and out. He could hear it, smell it, feel it and see it. He felt great. 

His mother could hardly believe her eyes, her 'little boy' was now a man pleasing a woman. She held one of her sister's breasts, flicking the hard nipple, all the while doing the same to herself with her other hand.

Angela was slowly melting with the heat of the love-making. Her eyes glazed then closed as she concentrated on the friction in her cunt. She imagined where Dan's cock was reaching, picturing the purple head seeking out her secret places. Her chest was on fire as her orgasm began, she gasped for breath and groaned.

Hearing his aunt's groan encouraged Dan to speed up. He pictured his aunt's hand wanking him in the bathroom and knew he couldn't reach that speed but he was going at it with all vigour. Each inward stroke was pushing his lover up the bed making the next drive harder to maintain. He pulled her legs toward him then, by accident, bent them over his shoulders. Now he could hang on and meet his target.

Angela was in ecstasy. Now that Dan had control of her legs she felt his balls slapping her arse. That seemed rather nice; adding to the over-whelming pleasure she felt. She had never considered that as an erotic place before.

Dan's thrusting was about to reach the inevitable conclusion, his balls were aching for release. Any time now he thought as he gazed down at his sweating lover.

Angela was riding from peak to peak; it was one long exquisite orgasm. She hoped it would end soon, she also hoped it would never end! Her body was crumbling; her limbs no longer seemed part of her. Angela's whole being was centred round her belly. Then she felt it, Dan stiffened and thrust deeper. She remembered his earlier jet splattering against the bathroom wall. She visualised that same fulsome ejaculation wondering how far into her he could fire. The heat from Dan's spunk drove her over another higher peak. She screamed, shuddered and passed out.

Dan slumped over Angela's limp body. His cock was spent, he was wiped out.

Gloria laid them down, Dan spooning behind Angela both still naked. She then went to the kitchen, still naked herself, and made a jug of refreshing lemonade. She also made a pot of tea for herself. Sitting at the back door she sipped the tea looking out at the flowers, still naked. She felt liberated. Never had she watched two people make love, never had she walked through a house naked, now here she was tea-cup delicately held in a naked hand along with a naked body. She felt great!

Her afternoon tea completed Gloria laid a tray of lemonade, glasses and biscuits and quietly made her way to the bedroom. Dan was stirring. He watched his mother through bleary eyes, mesmerised by her gorgeous body. Gloria's breasts swung with the syncopation of a lazy foxtrot. Slow, deliberate and so sensuous to dance. She loved the feeling of them swinging free, like everything this afternoon it was new, liberating and refreshing. She loved that her son was watching her. She really wanted to fuck him.

"Hi Dan, feel better now?" Gloria asked leaning over her son.

"Wonderful Mum, sorry I fell asleep. You look wonderful, I love you."

"I love you too Dan," she pulled him to her breast. Dan caressed it, marvelling at its smooth firmness. He circled the nipple with his fingers then leaned forward and kissed it delicately. When he opened his lips and enclosed the hard nub Gloria's juices started to flow again. She had been wet all afternoon while she watched him drive her sister wild with his passion.

"Come and have a drink Dan," she encouraged.

Dan saw the cool glass and knew he should but he was reluctant to leave his mother's breast. Gloria saw his dilemma and brought the glass alongside her nipple, tipping it carefully so that Dan could enjoy the best of both worlds, because that's what mothers do. He enjoyed the drink, he needed it. He managed to get the glass and teat into the same plane so that he felt he was getting a refreshing drink from his mother's hard nipple.

Gloria gasped and pressed herself closer to her son. After a few delicious moments she whispered "I really should go home now, Dad will certainly be there any minute." As she pulled her breast away Dan groaned.

"OK Mum, I know. Can I stay a while?"

"Of course darling," Gloria said. "In fact you need to stay and comfort Angela; maybe enjoy some more loving if you both feel up to it. Come home when you are ready."

Gloria kissed her son lightly on the lips and, still naked, walked quietly to the bedroom door closing it softly behind her. A few minutes later, dressed and calm she quietly left her sister's house.

As he heard his mother leave Dan eased away from Angela and padded to the bathroom for a much needed pee. He had flushed the toilet and was washing his cock when Angela came in.

"Hey now young man, that's my job!"

Angela sat on the toilet and pulled Dan in front of her. She took the wash-cloth from him and began to gently wipe around his groin, peeing noisily at the same time.

Angela finished and wiped her undercarriage flushing away the results. She stood, pulled down the lid of the toilet and pushed Dan back to sit on it. After rinsing the wash-cloth she handed it to her nephew and said "Your turn!" As Dan took the cloth Angela straddled Dan's knees. She watched as Dan gently wiped her sticky inner thighs, then her vagina. Angela shuddered and closed her eyes as he carefully teased open her lips to wipe inside.

Angela's eyes shot open as she felt Dan's tongue teasing the top of her crack. "Dan!" she exclaimed. Her tone softened "Dan, that's bloody amazing. What made you want to do that?"

"Well it was right in front of my face and it looked so beautiful. I just wondered what it felt like and tasted like, so I did it." He gazed up at his aunt enquiringly. "Can I do it again please?"

"Too bloody true you can darling!" Angela pulled Dan to his feet. "But not here, I need to be more comfortable." She pulled him to the door and surprised him by leading him to the kitchen instead of the bedroom. "Time to Christen this room don't you think lover?"

She pulled a chair to the end of the table and used it to get onto the table. She pulled Dan onto the chair and opened her legs. "Now where were we . .?"

Dan chuckled and using his fingers gently parted his aunt's lips and smoothed back her wiry hair. He pushed his nose against her pubic bone, opened his mouth and began to devour her succulent pussy. Angela lay back holding her breasts and tried not to clamp her thighs too tightly around her lover's head.

Dan's first taste of pussy intoxicated him. He revelled in the textures, fragrances and reactions. He soon realised that he was over-exciting his partner. Her legs were clamped tightly around his ears to the extent that he could not hear her screams of delight or her pleas for him to slow down!

He reduced his ministrations and was rewarded by the removal of the ear muffs! Angela's thighs flopped aside and she grabbed Dan's hair and pulled him away. "Kiss my other lips," she implored.

Dan stood to lean over his aunt to kiss her and the inevitable happened. His raging hard cock slid neatly into her wet pussy! They kissed while he pushed gently all the way into her. As they parted from the kiss Angela gazed up and murmured "Dan, my wonderful Dan. That was the first time anyone has done that to me."

"Was it OK? I didn't know what to do but I enjoyed every moment."

He stood up straight as he spoke and watched his cock slid out of paradise. He withdrew with a squelchy plop and a moan of disapproval from Angela.

"Put it back please Dan."

Again he slid slowly all the way in and all the way out. "Dan?" she grumbled.

"Angela, it's so beautiful to watch our bodies joining." He gently rubbed the purple head up and down Angela's open labia pausing at the entrance before moving up and down again.

"It's alright for you but I can't see it and it's damned frustrating when I need it inside me!"

Dan eased in again to a soft sigh from Angela. He held himself deep in her body and watched her breasts vibrate.

"Angela, can I ask you something?"

"Can't a girl just get a nice fuck?" she replied. "What's to ask at a time like this?"

"Can you get pregnant? Are you worried about having a baby?"

"I'm more worried that you'll uncork your hard dick. Let's talk about that later, right now I'm boiling up for my best ever kitchen event!"

Dan began a long slow driving in and out, enjoying every stroke, every sight of his lover and every shake of her gorgeous breasts. Angela gripped the edge of the table as she crested another long climax. She had never been loved like this; her body seemed ready to explode. Despite the overwhelming pleasure she thought about Dan's question. Her foremost thought was that his lovely cock would erupt more hot sperm deep into her and that one of her eggs might be ready to accept the best swimmer.

With this in mind she chanted "Deeper, deeper please Dan." Her hips thrust ever higher to draw him into her body.

Dan was speeding up, holding Angela's folded thighs to prevent her from being shunted away. Each time he drove home his hips slapped noisily against her damp bottom. The sound became faster as he launched towards his gigantic finish. His balls were inflamed; his cock seemed to grow and eventually exploded deep into Angela as his sperm flew far inside her waiting body.

Holding himself inside her Dan slumped over Angela panting, his head on her chest. He could hear her heart thumping, just like his own. He had never felt closer to anyone than he did at that moment. Without realising it he murmured "I love you Angela."

As she slowly emerged from her post-coital fog Angela heard the words as though they came from outside the room. She couldn't hold back from whispering her own response "I love you too darling Dan."

Dan struggled into an upright position, still holding his wilting penis in Angela's vagina. He pulled her upright then slipped his hands under her bottom and carried her to the easy chair by the fireplace. He gently lowered himself into the seat carrying his aunt in his lap. She sat on his crutch, her legs folded so that her knees were next to his shoulders. She gently held his face, leaned in and kissed his lips.

"Every time is better, more wonderful, more fulfilling Dan. You are truly amazing."

"Angela, my sweet. I'm new at this but I agree; loving you just gets better and better."

"I think we need to move before we soak this old chair with our juices! If I get up I'm probably going to flood all over your belly! I've never felt so wonderful but I'm going to a smelly very soon so I'll go and run a bath -- you want to join me?"

An hour later they were clean and dry. Dan had dressed while Angela wore just a dressing gown. It excited Dan to think that she was naked underneath. He controlled himself as they chatted quietly, making no plans but each hoping for future encounters. At the front door they kissed before parting.

Meanwhile Dan's father had come home. Gloria greeted him as always. "Hello dear, cup of tea?"

Bill replied as always with a grunt. He dropped heavily into the easy chair beside the fireplace, picked up the newspaper and lit a cigarette. Gloria poured his tea, added the sugar and stirred it. Placing the cup and saucer beside her husband she said, as always, "There you go dear."

Gloria stood back and wondered how they had got so firmly into this rut.

"Where's the boy?" Growled Bill slurping his tea noisily.

"We were practicing a new dance at Angie's earlier. He's probably going through a few of the more special parts with her."

"You're turning him into a bloody Nancy-boy, that's what. I won't have it, do you hear?" 

"Yes, dear, but he enjoys it and he is so good at it now. It has been so good for Angela too. I haven't seen her looking so well and relaxed as she was this afternoon." In her mind's eye she saw the blissful look on her sister's face as her nephew made long hard strokes into her aching cunt.

"Bloody woman! She should get out and find a husband, she needs a good seeing to, then she'd relax!" Bill had tried a number of times to get into his sister's pants but she had always resisted.

"Yes, dear. I'm sure if the right man came along she would enjoy that." She recalled how they looked when she left -- entwined on the bed with Dan dozing and dreaming of another session! "Are you hungry dear, can I get you some eggs and bacon?"

She interpreted his grunt as an affirmative and started preparing the meal. Her mind was still elsewhere when she heard Bill shouting. She turned to see the teapot flying at her head. Ducking below its trajectory she covered her face against the smashing pottery as it hit the wall. The mess of tea leaves was appalling. As she started sobbing she could hear Bill winding himself up for another argument.

Dan could see his father's car outside number 53. His happy mood dropped several degrees. As he approached the kitchen he could hear his father's raised voice, unfortunately this was all too normal. 

Dan's mother was cowering as her husband berated her for something. The normally immaculate kitchen was a mess. Normally Dan stayed out of their arguments but today he could not. He quietly stepped between them and calmly eased his father away. 

Bill was now angry at the interloper. He blustered "Who the fuck do you think you are you scrawny kid!"

"I'm your son, Dad and this is not appropriate behaviour."

"It's my fucking house and I say what's acceptable, get the fuck out of my way now."

Dan stood his ground without offering any aggression in the hope that a bit of the 'quiet response turneth away wrath' might work. It didn't! His father pushed Dan but was surprised when Dan calmly stood his ground.

"Out of my way runt," Bill shouted, his face becoming redder.

Again Dan remained calm. "I don't think so Dad. Let's sit down and talk this out."

Bill tried to maintain his angry stance but could feel that he was losing his impetus. He threw a right hook towards his son's head. Calmly Dan swayed out of reach and grabbed the flailing arm using the momentum of the swing and changing balance of his father to ease him sideways. One sweep of Dan's left leg sent his father sprawling into the fireside chair, face first.




Dan’s Tale Ch. 01



Dan put his knee firmly into his father's back, holding him in the chair. "Dad, you can't take your anger out on Mum. You need to get a grip on yourself before something bad happens. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off!"

"OK Dad if that's the way you want it." Dan pressed his knee harder into his father's back. He could see that it must be uncomfortable but that was the point. OK Dad, here's the deal. If you get angry with Mum I will get angry with you. If you hit her again I'll give you twice as much pain, every time. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off!"

"I'll take that as a yes. I'm going to let you up now. I'd rather talk this over as adults but if you prefer the other way that's your look-out."

Dan flicked his head to his mother indicating that she should leave the room. Gloria half-smiled and nodded as she nervously crept out.

Bill stood and shook himself. "You little shite, I'll teach you a lesson."

Some people never learn! The same right hook met with more-or-less the same result except that this time Dan dumped his assailant hard on the linoleum floor. Again Dan dropped his knee into his father's back but he also pulled an arm back and pinned that under his knee. His father groaned. 

"Dad, why can't we talk this out properly? You're not really angry with Mum or me so what is it? Are there problems at work?"

"Fuck off!"

"Or maybe it's you latest waitress . . is she not co-operating? Can't get your leg over or something? We know all about your sordid affairs. Why not go and live with Doris or is it Peggy or maybe Mavis this week? I guess it's because they wouldn't do your laundry, feed you and put up with your tantrums. Why not leave, we'll manage without you."

There was silence. Dan felt the tension fall away from his father. He lifted his knee and patted his father on the shoulder. "Come on, up you get."

Dan offered his hand to help the older man up, wary in case his father became aggressive again. Accepting the hand his father hauled himself up and dropped into a kitchen chair at the table. Dan pulled up another and waited.

Bill was deflated. "Sorry son, I've been very stupid. I get frustrated at myself. Your Mum seems too easy to bully so I try to make everything her fault and take it out on her. What can I do? I have a big job tonight, I have to go back to work. Maybe we can talk tomorrow? Where's your Mum? I need to apologise."

"Maybe leave Mum till the morning too Dad. There's so much you need to discuss. You also need a clear idea of the future. If you want to continue screwing your staff maybe you should live elsewhere. Give it some thought please."

Bill stood, he opened his mouth but no words came out. He picked up his newspaper, cigarettes and work bag and went out, his shoulders slumped.

Dan breathed out a huge sigh. "What a day!" he said out loud.

"That's true," said his mother hovering in the doorway. "I used to have a little boy but now I have a grown man in the house!" She opened her arms and enveloped Dan. She hugged him close, pressing her breasts into his chest.

"Dan, take me to bed please."

"Mum, we shouldn't. Not today after this argument, maybe tomorrow when the talking's done?

"Dan, I need you to hold me, nothing more tonight. I agree about waiting but I need you near me, just that. OK?"

Without a word Dan took his mother's hand and walked her out of the kitchen. Instead of taking her to her bedroom he took her into the front room. Normally this room was for special occasions, family visits, Christmas and the like. Gloria looked confused.

"Wait there a minute," Dan instructed.

He came back with pillows and blankets. Closing the curtains he turned on a small light and signalled for his mother to stand. She walked slowly towards Dan, unsure of what he had in mind. He drew her into his arms and held her calm and safe. After a few minutes he broke the embrace and held her at arm's length. He stroked the back of his fingers down the side of her face continuing down her slender neck until he reached her blouse. He undid the top button.

"Dan?" queried his mother.

He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips then undid another button.

Her eyes still showed confusion so Dan kissed her again. Then he undid another button. Eventually the blouse was open. He pulled it from her skirt so that it hung free then said "Your turn".

Gloria undid the top button on Dan's white shirt. She leaned in and kissed his lips then moved to the next button. After she completed the last button she slowly slid her hands up over his chest then pushed the braces from Dan's shoulders. His trousers fell down!

"Whoopsie daisy!" she giggled.

Smiling, Dan kicked away the trousers then drew his mother close, hugging her gently. He kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you Gloria."

Trembling she took his face in her hands and with tears in her eyes whispered "I love you too Daniel my darling."

Dan held his mother close for a while then slowly moved his hands to her hips. He found the catch and buttons to release her skirt, it fell around her feet.

"Whoopsie daisy!" she giggled again as she flicked the garment away with a foot.

"Gloria, we should go slow . . " started Dan.

"If this is slow, I'd like to see your quick seduction method," she replied pulling him close and feeling their naked thighs connect. "I really don't mind though so long as we get there sometime. I'm enjoying every second so please take your time."

They hugged one another enjoying the closeness for several seconds.

Dan slid his hands under the back of his mother's blouse, found her bra strap and flicked the catch open. He ran his hands gently across the skin of her back and pulled her gently to his chest.

"I told Dad we knew about his other women. Sorry Mum but I told him that if wanted to continue he should live somewhere else."

Gloria leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

"It's OK, I heard. I'm not sure he'll ever change." She shrugged and sighed. "Let's not talk about him anymore but thank you for looking after me." She kissed him again.

"Your skin feels amazing Gloria." Dan's hands slid across her back and down to her knickers. After a moment's hesitation he slipped his fingers under the elastic and caressed her soft buttocks. Gloria groaned.

"Take them off," she growled.

"Not yet my precious. Let's both keep our pants on for now. We agreed to take our time."

Gloria kissed her son. "Your father wouldn't have waited, he'd have been finished and snoring about 20 minutes ago!"

"I can't promise not to snore but I expect you to finish before me, maybe even before I start!"

"Dan, I'm not sure I've ever finished. I haven't ever made noises like Angie did this afternoon. Do you think I might with you?"

"We'll see my beautiful Gloria, all in good time. Now take my shirt off please."

As she pushed the shirt from his shoulder she whispered "It's a long time since I undressed my little boy."

As she finished Dan drew his mother's blouse from her shoulders. He gazed at her bare breasts for the second time that day.

"Are they alright Dan? I'm bigger than Angela and a lot older too."

Dan took a breast in each hand and tenderly fondled them. "They are perfect. They are yours and now you are sharing them with me. Do you like me holding them like this?"

His mother's face was flushed as she licked her dry lips and nodded. Dan moved his mouth to one engorged nipple. His tongue and lips played gently around it before he drew it into his mouth. He quickly moved to the other breast and did the same while he tweaked the first wet nipple between his fingers.

He looked up and saw that his mother's eyes were closed. Her face relaxed and her lips mumbled "Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes, Dan my darling."

Dan shifted from one breast to the other increasing the stimulation until his mother threw her head back with a loud moan and pulled Dan's head tight against her breast. Her hips bucked and she clamped her thighs tight. After a few seconds she relaxed stroking Dan's hair as her heart rate dropped.

"You were right Dan! I think I just had my very first climax. It flowed right through me from my toes to the tips of those very tender nipples or was it the other way? Darling Dan, thank you. Can we sit for a while?"

Dan pulled two blankets across the sofa then, sitting close by his mother, pulled another across their almost naked bodies. He wrapped an arm around his mother and pulled her into a long sensuous kiss. They were well into the heat of passion when the phone rang.

Dan went to answer it, his erect cock sticking out from his underpants. His mother giggled.

He returned a couple of minutes later carrying two glasses of water. He handed one to his mother and took a long drink from his own glass.

"That was Dad. He's decided to stay with Mavis or whoever is the current shag. He claims that he's never coming back!" Dan put an arm around his mother. "Are you OK?"

"Never better sweetheart! In fact that means we can spend the whole night together, doesn't it?" she enquired with a coy tilt of her head.

"Now that sounds like a good plan, shall I find my best pyjamas?"

Gloria punched Dan playfully. "My boy I hope the only thing you'll be wearing tonight is me!"

"Your plan gets better and better. Do you want to use a bed or would right here be acceptable?"

"Here sounds perfect to me. So, can we get rid of these knickers yet?"

Dan eased his mother down on the sofa so the she lay along its length. He kissed her lips then slowly kissed and lightly caressed his way down her body until he reached her panties. "I think I might be able to help with this problem madam." He paused and looked up into her face.

She growled "If you don't do it soon I'll do it myself!"

"Oh, assertive are we, I think I might like that!" 

With his fingers on either side he eased the panties down, kissing each newly revealed area tender flesh. He pressed his nose into her pubic hair and rubbed his chin against her pubic bone. He pulled the knickers past her knees and pulled her legs apart. Without warning he pressed his mouth to her vagina, his tongue flicking and searching.

"Dan!" his mother cried, totally surprised by this oral assault. She was embarrassed and apprehensive that he might be revolted by this close proximity to her hairy groin.

Before she could raise further objections Dan had run his tongue up the length of her labia and was delving under the clitoral hood. Gloria gasped and let her legs flop wider. Dan gently eased a finger into her moist pussy. His experience was limited to earlier that afternoon but he knew that when he found a certain place in his aunt's pussy she almost melted with pleasure. While he flicked at the sleeping clitoris he curled his middle finger and found the spongy area he was seeking.

"Dan, oh Dan!" his mother gasped. She was helpless as waves of delight coursed through her body. She rested a hand lightly on her son's head as he continued to slide his tongue through her most private place. She had no power to do more than lay back and enjoy the sensations. Her whole body seemed to be floating, her mind was blank to all but the pleasure her son was generating.

Dan's tongue was tiring but his cock was rampant! With his spare hand he pushed his underpants down as far as possible. Then he shuffle forward on his knees were almost against his mother's bottom. He sat up showing his mother his eager erection.

"Are you sure you want to do this Gloria?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Never more certain of anything my darling. But first let me . ." She struggled forwards and gently kissed the end of his cock.

"There, carry that kiss back inside me please." She stayed propped up and watched as Dan touched the kissed end of his cock into the juicy orifice which waited, anticipating this invasion. Gloria sighed as she watched her son's hard flesh slide deeper. She was mesmerised, she could feel the steady insertion, she could see the disappearing cock and she could hear her own thundering heartbeat. Gloria flopped down, revelling in the feelings which overwhelmed her. She felt Dan's pubic bone reach hers. He pressed hard so that they were as bonded as a man and woman could be. As he ground against her Dan flexed his penis.

For the first time Gloria could actually feel the presence of a hard hot cock inside her vagina. She had never had this opportunity before but now she could feel every part of her son's hard prick. She tried to stroke it with her internal muscles but wasn't sure that worked. She tried squeezing and Dan reacted by twitching his cock. Her eyes shot open.

"You felt that, didn't you Dan?"

"Yes Mum, it was great, do it again."

She did and he reacted. They continued this game and she realised that he had been deep inside her for several minutes. Her husband usually lasted half a dozen quick thrusts before he finished and pulled out, maybe 5 or 10 seconds in total. She dismissed Bill from her thoughts.

"Start moving please Dan," she demanded, raising her hips a little.

Dan slowly eased back until the bulbous head almost popped out, then he re-entered feeling the warmth envelop his cock. The slow entry and emergence was like the introduction to the tango as partners circled, postured, touched and moved. Dan felt the Latin rhythm as he thrust steadily in and slid out. His cock was wet with his mother's juices, glistening in the soft light of their front room -- normally reserved for formal occasions but tonight . .

Gloria was panting, her head flailing from side to side. She gasped for breath wishing Dan would stop, wishing Dan would never stop. Her mind was in turmoil, her body in ecstasy. She was being fucked; no, she was being loved most royally by her only son. Her pussy was a riot of pleasurable explosions. She came, she subsided, she came again. Her eyes opened, saw Dan then closed, explosions of colour filled her brain.

Dan was in over-drive. His balls ached, his cock strained, his fit body was flagging but like an Olympic contender he strove for perfection. He swung his hips harder, his balls flailed against his lover's soft arse cheeks. Dan was reaching his peak, he could barely see the face he loved as he jerked towards his goal of filling her with his sperm. As he drove towards the final delivery his mother lifted her hips in anticipation.

"Yes, yes, yes," they cried unison as groins melded, balls exploded and a uterus opened for the perfect finish. Dan roared, Gloria screamed and the room reverberated with their love. Dan's cock, pushed as firmly into his mother as possible pulsed out his last dribble. Gloria's vain attempts to hold him in actually started squeezing the shrinking cock out. Dan's depleted dick slithered from Gloria's squelchy cunt and joined the trickles between her cheeks.

They both relaxed, exhausted, satisfied.

Dan fell asleep on his mother's breast. She stroked his head briefly and joined him in dreamland.

It was light when Dan woke. He was alone. He needed a pee and staggered naked from the sofa towards the door. His mother entered with a tray.

"Good morning sleepyhead. Come back soon, breakfast in bed today!"

He peed, washed all over, brushed his teeth and put a comb through his hair. Feeling more human he returned naked to the front room. His mother had tidied the clothes out of sight, opened the curtains a little to allow the sun to shine in and was sitting at the end of the sofa with her legs extended towards the centre. She covered her breasts and upper legs with a sheet.

"Gloria, you look radiant!" Dan declared as he leaned to kiss her. He pulled away the sheet and kissed her nipples which reacted immediately. Dan tweaked them both as he kissed her lips again.

He moved to the other end of the sofa and sat with his legs towards his mother. He pulled one of her feet against his crutch and pressed his own foot to hers.

"So, what's for brekkers, Mum?" He asked breezily.

Gloria struggled to resist the urges she felt from the heel pressed against her pussy. "Cup of tea, toast and butter with raspberry jam."

She looked up at him. "Shall I pour?"

"Lovely, yes please."

As Gloria tried to reach the tea tray she ground her pussy harder into Dan's foot. Trembling she poured two cups. She passed the tea and plate of toast to Dan. He smiled and thanked her. They ate the breakfast in silence, each teasing the other's groin with their foot.

As he passed his empty plate back to Gloria Dan asked "Are you OK about last night?"

"Last night dear? Remind me . ."

He reached down and brought her foot to his mouth. Gloria's face showed confusion. "Don't you dare tickle me . . "

Dan took her big toe in his mouth. He licked and sucked. His mother fell back in amazement and joy. It was almost as though he was licking her pussy which was now convulsing and drooling.

Dan switched feet and started on the other big toe. His mother cried "Stop, darling. Stop . ."

Dan stopped and moved his head to her steaming crutch, resting his head against the moist entrance.

"I remember now, thanks for reminding me! Where did you learn that trick?"

"I think a boy at school boasted how he'd sent his cousin delirious by doing that. I didn't believe him -- until now!"

"Now to get back to your original question. Yes Dan, I am OK about last night, more than OK actually. I could be that delirious cousin. Thank you for everything." She pulled Dan up to kiss his face, tasting her own juices.

Dan's aroused cock was poking Gloria's thigh. She reached down to hold it sighing "Sorry, big boy, but we should go and see Angela to make sure she is OK too."

She playfully pushed her son away. "Up you get lazybones, put that big dick in your pants and we'll go to auntie's."

As Dan got up he watched his naked mother pull her cotton dress over her head without any underwear. "There I'm ready, you coming?" She flounced out of the room flicking up the rear of the dress to show him her naked bottom.

Dan decided to follow suit. He picked up the bedding and took it to his room dumping it all on the bed then put on a pair of loose shorts and a short-sleeved shirt without underwear.

The temptation was very strong to walk the 50 yards holding hands but Gloria compromised by slipping her arm through her son's.

Angela opened the door as they approached, saw their faces and grabbed them into a hug and pulled them into the front room. "You did it, didn't you? I knew you would? How was it?"

"God Glor', you're naked under that flimsy dress, aren't you? What a hussy!"

Running her hands across her younger sister's body Gloria replied "Well my darling Angie, who's the pot calling the kettle black then!"

Angela laughed and lifted her skirt to display her ginger bush, Gloria did the same. Dan, who until yesterday would have died of embarrassment at such a display, clapped his hands and cried "Encore!"

"You'll get an encore all in good time young man, now be a poppet and nip to the kitchen and bring the tray of drinks I've laid there please."

When he returned a few minutes later Dan could detect that they had been discussing something but he didn't say anything. Placing the drinks on the side table near the gramophone he noticed that the turntable was revolving with a record on it.

"Right, my lovely dancers!" proclaimed Gloria. "Angie blames it on the tango. So we're going to see how it happened. Take your places, set your faces and two, three four . ." The dancers were immediately their slinky steps as the rhythm of the music filled the room. This time when they did the sweeping swivel Angela's crutch practically masturbated on Dan's naked knee. Only the thin fabric of her dress separated them.

The music stopped. "Hold that pose!" cried Gloria. She could see what was happening but busied herself adjusting arms and head posture. Angela's shudders were obvious but the dance teacher said "Good, carry on" as she restarted the music. Dan practically carried Angela for the next couple of bars. All was well until they came to the point where the milkman called yesterday. The music stopped.




Dan’s Tale Ch. 01



"Show me how it all went from here!" demanded Gloria.

The replay was watched in fine detail to the point where the couple set off to the bathroom.

"This was more or less where you were when I closed the front door. You weren't where I left you so I wandered down the passage looking for you. I arrived at the door as your wanking completed. So now I'll be Angela wiping the wall and you can demonstrate the next part."

Angela unbuttoned Dan's shorts and let them drop round his ankles. She sat on the toilet lid and watched her sister move in front of Dan's erect cock. Gloria pretended to be wiping the opposite wall and the side of the bath. She felt her skirt slowly being lifted and continued to wave her backside at her son. She was fully aroused so when she felt the first tentative touch of Dan's penis she slid back onto it and fell back against him.

Angela couldn't stop herself. She had never seen another woman's naked pussy and now she was watching one get fucked. She leaned forward to push her sister's dress up past her shoulders and watched as Gloria pulled it over her head, just as she herself had done. She took her own dress off and let it settle on the floor over her sister's. She felt a quiver of déjà vu.

"Fuck her Dan," she hissed, then kissed her nephew full on the lips. "Fuck your beautiful mother." 

Dan started heaving into Gloria, holding her hips to control his energetic driving motion. The excitement of the replay and the presence of two naked women caused his balls to charge up quickly.

"I can't hold it Mum, I'm coming!"

"Yes," came the cry from the echoing bathtub. "Me too, I need it now!"

Dan stuffed himself as deep as possible, pulling his mother's hips so that her bottom flattened against him. His ejaculation seemed to pump for ages and knew it had to be at least as potent as his first time in this room.

Gloria felt the power of the first hot spurt, and the second. Her own climax redoubled and her groans reverberated from the bath. Dan gently lifted her limp body and, arms wrapped around her, slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor with his mother still embedded on his diminishing cock.

Angela knelt beside them her arms wrapped around the both. "That was so exciting! How beautifully you fitted together; how wonderful that you came together. I can't believe I was so privileged to be with you and watch. It was so exciting, so exquisite!"

After a few minutes Gloria stirred. She smiled at her sister and drew her hand gently across her face. "Thank you darling. You were right to blame it on the tango!"

Continued in Part 2 



Dan’s Tale Ch. 02



Summary: Private lessons lead to more.

Keywords: MF, consensual, love, older woman, aunt, mother, incest, mature, 

Version: 1.00

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although based in the 1950's on a factual story the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an explicit SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by such content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. 

Copyright (C) 2015 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

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This story is the second part of Dan's Tale. You might appreciate it all the more if you read part one first. 

Enjoy then please comment and rate.

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Part Two

Dan had no idea of the time and couldn't remember leaving the bathroom and getting into bed. Light was filtering gently through the curtains of a large window. Rolling out of his aunt's bed he carefully opened one curtain enough to read his wristwatch. He shook his head, then the watch. Both seemed to be working and it was still 4 o'clock in the afternoon!

Smiling as he remembered the wonderful events of the morning Dan wondered if his clothes were still in the bathroom. They weren't but he sat on the toilet, still not fully awake. When he finished he splashed his face with cold water and felt more alert. 

In the kitchen his mother and her sister sat across the kitchen table quietly chatting. They were dressed as they had been this morning, no doubt still without underwear! They smiled at Dan as they got up from the table hugging him.

"Your clothes are over there if you want them Dan," said his aunt Angela.

"If it's all the same to you can I stay like this?" he replied.

"Of course," chimed his mother. "In fact I think I will too!" In a flourish the dress came over her head and joined Dan's clothes.

"Hey, this is my house and I demand to join this game!" His aunt's floral frock fluttered across the room to complete the heap.

"Are you hungry? There's a nice ham salad in the pantry for you Dan, I'll get it." Angela hadn't waited for an answer. She brought the plate and set it in front of Dan while his mother passed him the knife and fork.

"Tuck in Dan," his mother said. "We ate ours earlier. Did you sleep well?"

Dan nodded as he eagerly consumed the food. He was ravenous! 

Gloria continued as she passed him a slice of buttered bread. "You seemed to be out of it after this morning's replay in the bathroom so between us we washed you then put you into bed." 

"We got ourselves cleaned up and we've had a nice long chat," said Angela as she poured three cups of tea.

Dan paused, 'Nice long chat.' had an ominous ring to it. He looked enquiringly at his mother.

Gloria smiled. "We love you darling Dan and we both loved what has happened between us." Dan still looked apprehensive, sensing the 'but . .' 

Angela reached over and patted Dan's arm. "It's OK darling, it's just that we can't spoil your chances of finding a 'proper' girlfriend. We want to be able to continue making love with you but don't want to monopolise your time and talents."

Dan chewed slowly, swallowed and replied cautiously "So what's the deal then ladies?"

His mother giggled "Well as soon as you've had your pud we're hoping to take you back to bed!" She nudged her sister "Only this time with a lot less sleep, at least until you've earned it!"

Dan smiled his thanks as Angela removed his empty plate and replaced it with bowl with apple pie surrounded by luscious steaming yellow custard. As he spooned the custard over the pie Dan asked "But after today? Is there some long term plan you lovelies have cooked up?"

Gloria glanced at Angela and replied "Yes Dan. We both would love to do this every day, every night and forever but we realise that would be very selfish. We want you to have the opportunity to find a regular girlfriend, then until you start having sex with her we will each have just a once a week session with you. How does that sound?"

Dan finished his pie and continued thoughtfully to scrape every tiny morsel of custard from the plate as he contemplated the suggestion. Eventually he stopped and pushed the empty plate away with a satisfied sigh. "Thanks Angela that was absolutely delicious." He let out a long breath. "OK, let's try that but I reserve the right to claim extras for birthdays and suchlike!"

Gloria and Angela hugged him. "Darling boy, sensible as well as sexy," his mother proclaimed as she pulled him to his feet and towards the door.

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On the way to work the next day Dan saw the world through different eyes. It was raining but colours seemed brighter, even those post-war dismal clothes seemed smarter. The bus, normally a lumbering, rattling conveyance seemed smoother and cosier; the passengers more relaxed and friendly.

At the office Dan still carried this euphoric feeling. His work, always good, was even better. No-one else noticed except Jean. She had played a large part in Dan's training as she did for all juniors. Jean also performed the rôle of secretary to the manager when he needed one. Just before lunch when nobody else was near-by Jean delivered some files to Dan's desk and whispered "Somebody's had a good week-end then! Maybe you lost a penny and found a shilling!" She winked and smiled as she walked away chuckling.

Dan's blushes went un-noticed and by midday he had recovered from the embarrassment. Usually he would go for a walk during the lunch break but the rain kept him in today. He sat in the only spare place available to eat - the store room. Apart from the usual boxes of stationary there were two very old pre-war armchairs, a table and kettle with assorted cups and mugs. This was where the staff made their hot drinks.

Dan had just finished his sandwich, closed his ancient lunch box and wiped his fingers when the boss came in. Dan had never seen him in the store room before; Jean always made his coffee and teas. He strode across the room and towered above Dan. Dan nervously stood up, wondering what had caused this unexpected interruption to his lunch break.

"Dan!" said Mister S.

"Sir?" responded Dan brushing crumbs from his lap as he stood respectfully.

"Dan I've heard . . oh sit down lad." Dan obeyed and Mister S dropped into the other ancient easy chair, a cloud of dust surrounded the large man. As he wafted a hand at the dust he mumbled something about replacing this junk then continued "Dan, my boy, I believe you're a bit of a dancer, is that right?"

"Yes sir. I've been doing ballroom dancing for a few years and even take part in a few competitions."

"And you even win the damn things too, so I've heard!" Chuckled the branch manager. "Now my boy, the thing is that my young daughter can't dance and she's got to go to a formal do at her school later this month. I wondered if you could be persuaded to give her a quick lesson or two at home, you know . . perhaps just the basics?"

Dan nodded. "You mean like private lessons, sir?"

"That's the idea. When are you free my boy?"

"Er, well most evenings are already taken up, but not tonight. Would that be any good sir?"

"Tonight you say," he rubbed his large chin thoughtfully. "Yes, that might work, let me call Mrs S and see what we can do. Good man, I'll talk to you again later." He got up causing another flurry of dust and strode out of the room muttering about crappy pre-war furniture.

Moments later Jean scurried in. "Dan! Did I just see the old man coming out of here?"

"Yes Jean, a little bird has mentioned my prowess on the dance floor!"

"Sorry Dan," she giggled, "I was so proud when you won the regional heats that I let it drop. Has it caused a problem?"

"Course not Jean," Dan smiled, appreciating his mentor's concern. "No problem at all; please don't worry. Mister S wants me to coach his daughter in a few basic dance steps. Do you know her at all?"

Jean eased herself gently into the spare easy chair to avoid disturbing the ancient dust. "She comes in with her mother occasionally, you might have seen them. They're both tall and slim, damn their eyes!"

Jean was not tall or slim! She wasn't exactly fat but there was more volume than she wanted and she had trouble keeping it off.

Dan laughed. "Are they OK? Not too stuck up I mean."

"The daughter seems a bit shy and the mother's rather bossy but she always says hello to me. Where are you going to do this teaching? If it's here in the office after-hours I might try to join in!"

Dan shook his head, "Nothing's fixed yet, Mister S went off to phone home. We may even start tonight."

Jean looked thoughtful. "Mister S often goes early on a Monday to play golf. He rakes in quite a few clients that way so it's not really like time off."

Jean rose, gently shaking off the dust.

"By the way Jean, when Mister S saw the state of these chairs he muttered something about getting rid of them. Perhaps we might get refurbished now he's seen this place!"

"Thanks Dan, I'll work on that when the opportunity arises," Jean nodded as she replied and left the room.

A while later Dan was called into the manager's office. "Take a seat young fellow," Mister S said in the friendliest tone Dan had ever heard from him. Dan had never been invited to sit since he joined the branch. "Now, if it's OK for you we can start this afternoon. I'll be going off to the golf club shortly but I can drop you at my house and Mrs S will drive you home after she has fed you. She'll give you half-a-crown a lesson too. How does that sound?"

"Perfect, thank you sir, that's very generous. So long as I can phone home just to let my mother know not to cook for me?"

"Splendid, splendid, you can phone from my house." Mister S looked at his watch. "I'll clear it with Jean to cover for you and we'll leave in about half an hour, OK?"

"Yes sir, I'll tidy my desk and be ready for you."

......

Mister S pulled up his pre-war Rover in front of a smart suburban house. He marched briskly up to the front door with Dan scurrying behind. The door opened and a tall, elegant woman briefly embraced her husband then offered a hand to Dan. 

"Hello Daniel, please come in."

Mister S called from his study, "Darling, he prefers 'Dan', maybe when he's famous he can become a Daniel, eh?" He was still chuckling at his own jest as he went back to the car to fetch his briefcase.

"Sorry Dan," said Mrs S ushering her guest firmly into the front room where a slim girl sat, almost cowering, on the settee. "This is Penelope. Penelope this is Dan. He's here to help you pick up a few dance steps."

Dan shook Penelope's hand. It was damp, reluctant and limp in contrast to her mother's which had been firm and lingering. "Hello, Penelope. Have you any experience of dancing?" Dan asked.

"Of course she hasn't!" Mrs S interjected brusquely. "That's why you're here." 

Penelope shrugged. Dan smiled and turned to Mrs S. "Is there a gramophone in here please Mrs S?"

"Yes," she proudly announced pushing out her formidable chest. "We have a modern radiogram." With a flourish she opened a sideboard-sized piece of furniture. "Records here. Some by Victor Sylvester which you might find useful. Do you know how to work this thing? I usually leave that to my husband."

Right on cue Mister S appeared in the doorway rattling an ancient bag of golf clubs. "Right-Ho I'm off, see you later darling. Feed Dan and drive him home when you've finished, don't forget to pay him too. Oh by the way Dan you can call your mother from this phone." He indicated towards the hall table then slammed the front door as he left. 

Dan phoned home and warned his mother that he would be late and not to cook for him. He returned to the huge radiogram. "OK," murmured Dan. "Let's have a look. Wow, it's a real beauty Mrs S. Yes, I think this is the way to do it, I'll try this waltz for starters."

The machine whirred into action and the 78 rpm record dropped into place with a thump. The arm slowly activated and lowered itself onto the rapidly spinning disk. Music filled the room so Dan reduced the volume and turned to Mrs S. who looked suitably impressed that Dan had mastered the technology so easily.

With the music now playing quietly in the background Dan approached Penelope. "May I have this dance?" He held out his hand bowing slightly.

Penelope blushed, "I don't know how." She muttered, ignoring Dan's hand and remained resolutely seated, her face almost tearful.

"Come here boy, I'll dance with you. Let's show her how it's done." Mrs S grabbed Dan and turned him to face her. Dan decided to humour her and took the formal dance hold.

Dan remained firmly stationary even though Mrs S was trying to lead off. He turned to the girl, "Come and see the hold please Penelope". Reluctantly the teenager rose and edged closer. 

"The gentleman holds his left arm out with his palm upwards and the lady places her right hand gently into the palm. Can you see? The gentleman's right arm curls under his partner's left and takes a firm hold on her back. Do you see that?" Penelope nodded half-heartedly behind her mother. 

Dan continued, "The lady places her arm gently on her partner's upper arm with the thumb along the inside of his arm and her fingers draped over his shoulder. You can see that your Mum has a perfect posture, back straight and head up." Mrs S glowed with pride and Dan could feel Mrs S almost pawing at the ground to get dancing but he continued.

"Now Penelope, let's get you into this starting hold." He released Mrs S who grudgingly moved out of the way. Penelope stood shyly in front of Dan. "Perhaps your Mum could help get you in position?" He looked enquiringly at Mrs S who set about moving her daughter's unresponsive limbs into position. Dan could see that Penelope really didn't want to do this. Her mother on the other hand had been desperate to dance! 

In hold Dan walked Penelope gently through the simple one, two, three box step of a basic waltz. The music had stopped by now but Dan just counted them through the steps moving just forward and back across the parquet floor. After several attempts Dan sensed that Penelope had found the rhythm. He smiled at her and she came to life as they moved quietly around the living room to Dan's count.

"Are you ready for the music Penelope?" She nodded, still nervous but now prepared to participate. Dan counted them in and started moving. He found that Penelope had already caught on to following his lead and she moved wherever he steered. She even followed some natural turns and by the end of the dance Penelope's face was animated. Her eyes were now bright and her posture firm.

Dan stood back and applauded. He looked at Mrs S who had briefly left the room during her daughter's first attempt. Dan saw no great joy in her reaction. She seemed almost disappointed that her daughter had performed so well!

Dan sat with Penelope and quietly talked about the dance and was surprised that she now engaged in conversation.

Mrs S announced frostily from the door "Tea will be in half an hour."

Before she could disappear Dan called "Mrs S, maybe we could demonstrate a foxtrot? Would that interrupt your preparations?"

Mrs S smiled warmly. "Why not Dan, I'd love to dance the foxtrot with you." 

Dan was sure he detected an undertone, especially on the emphasised 'with you', but said nothing. He also thought that Mrs S had removed her bra! Her prodigious breasts quivered as she stepped eagerly towards him and her nipples were already visible as they pressed against the flimsy silk material of her blouse.

Dan chose a record and set the machine in motion. As he took his partner in hold he confirmed the absence of the bra as his right hand connected with the warm, almost naked flesh of her back. The foxtrot is not easy, especially in a confined space but they moved effortlessly and in the final bars their hold was much closer. Dan was aware that each time his leg went between hers Mrs S would manage to get their thighs to caress smoothly. As the music closed Dan swung his partner elegantly across his right leg laying her back supported by his right arm. His left arm made a sweeping gesture down her body but some inches away. The posture was held as the music died. Penelope applauded and Mrs S came out of her trance as she straightened her back while Dan eased her upright. 

"Wow Mummy, that was great!" Penelope was in awe of her mother's performance. "I didn't know you could dance like that!" 

"Neither did I" was her mother's almost inaudible response. Her unfettered nipples were poking aggressively at the light material of her blouse as she hurried towards the kitchen. "Half an hour, then we eat" she called over her shoulder. She actually went to the bathroom, locked the door and sat holding her aching pussy with one hand and squeezing an erect nipple with the other. "God, I enjoyed that so much!" she thought quietly to herself. After a few minutes she rinsed her face with cold water and returned to the kitchen. She tried to concentrate on something other than the feel of the young man's firm body.

In the front room Penelope was full of questions, eager now to learn more about dancing. She had never seen her mother let go like that, normally she was totally in control of everything. Today she felt that she had witnessed a crack in the ice wall!

Dan suggested that they might use the time before tea to practice the waltz again. Penelope proved a quick learner now that her interest had been roused and time passed quickly until they were called to the kitchen to eat. Her enthusiasm encouraged Dan; she seemed like a different girl. Now she had poise, revealing a lovely figure and athletic legs. On the few occasions when their hold became close Dan enjoyed her youthful proximity.

While Dan used the downstairs cloakroom to wash his hands Penelope went upstairs. Mrs S was waiting in the kitchen, her heaving chest thrust out hard nipples still threatening to pierce the silk! It was all rather provocative. "Now Dan, would you like to sit here?" She pulled out the chair nearest to her. To get to his seat Dan had to pass very close and, despite trying to avoid contact, inevitably brushed her breasts. Mrs S gave an intake of breath. "Naughty boy," She whispered. "Naughty but nice!"

She leaned over Dan's shoulder to adjust the cutlery, which was already perfectly placed! Her breasts were right in front of Dan's face, even though he leaned back in his chair. Dan dared not move! Flashing through his mind was the thought that if he touched Mrs S inappropriately she would tell her husband and his job could be in jeopardy. Dan didn't know whether she was testing or teasing. Mrs S heard her daughter coming down the stairs and as she turned away she slid her breast deliberately across Dan's flushed face, the extended nipple brushed his dry lips.

Dan was in a rather confused state but still rose from his seat as Penelope entered. She smiled sweetly, "Oh Dan, what a gentleman! Please sit down and tell me how you started dancing."

They chattered as they ate. Mrs S chipping in acidly every so often. Penelope ignored her mother's sharp comments; maybe she was immune after years of hearing them. As they finished eating Dan thanked Mrs S and enquired whether Penelope would like to dance any more before he went home.

Mrs S had been hoping for this opportunity. "Penny darling you have so much homework maybe you need to get on with that and have another, maybe longer, lesson with Dan another time?" Penelope looked crestfallen but knew better than to argue. 

She shook hands with Dan, her grip dryer and more enthusiastic than earlier. "Thank you so much Dan. I'm surprised to say that I actually enjoyed my first lesson. I hope you can come back again?" Dan nodded, impressed in her transformation from a shy, withdrawn girl into a much more confident young lady.




Dan’s Tale Ch. 02



He smiled sincerely as he replied "I look forward to the next time. Don't forget to practice that 1, 2, 3 whenever you have a spare moment!"

When Penelope had left the room Dan enquired whether he could help with the dishes before they left. Mrs S. ignored his question.

"Dan, I enjoyed the foxtrot so much I wondered if we might just have one more dance before I drive you home?" It was phrased as a question but Dan knew it was really an instruction!

"Of course Mrs S. Anything in particular you would like to try?"

Mrs S seized his hand, "Come along partner. I'd love to tango."

"Are you sure?" enquired Dan nervously as he was dragged into the front room. The lighting had been dimmed and the curtains closed.

"Yes Dan. I haven't danced a tango for a long time so I might be rather rusty." Her body seemed to be quivering in anticipation. Dan noticed her excitement and wondered how he should handle the situation.

From the outset it was clear that Mrs S wanted maximum body contact. She went out of her way to stumble so that Dan's arms 'accidentally' touched her breasts or her legs were firmly around his hip and her face close to his.

As the final bar faded their hold was close, their bodies pressed intimately and Mrs S was breathing heavily. Dan made to move away but Mrs S pulled him firmly, pressing her warm, unfettered breasts against Dan's chest.

She tried to kiss him but Dan pulled his face away looking startled. "Kiss me Dan or I'll tell my husband you touched me."

Dan stepped back but collided with the settee. He stumbled back and Mrs S jumped astride his legs with surprising athleticism. "Come on Dan, before Penelope comes down!"

"It's too late for that mother. How dare you threaten Dan like that? He came here in good faith to help me and you are abusing that trust. I'm ashamed of you. If you say anything to Daddy I'll tell him what I saw and heard."

Dan was amazed; could his self-assured saviour be the same shy girl? Penelope continued tersely "Come on mother let's take Dan home. I'm coming too so you can't try any more silliness on the way!"

Minutes later the three were in the Ford Anglia with Dan directing Mrs S. After a silent drive Dan asked Mrs S to stop at a convenient point a short distance from his home. He got out and said goodnight. Penelope touched his hand and expressed the sincere hope that they could still have lessons.

As the car pulled away Dan's mind was in turmoil. His mother spotted his indisposition straight away. She held him close and soon had him telling what happened.

"What can I do now Mum? I can't let Mrs S seduce me; Penelope is such a nice girl and seems really keen to learn."

"Maybe she could come to our classes?" suggested Gloria, hoping that this might be his potential girlfriend.

"Good idea. But let's stop thinking about that now Mum. How has your day been?"

Gloria smiled "Do you know, I can't remember when your father ever said that to me!" She hugged her son. "Actually it's been OK. My shift at the factory was the usual drudge but I had a cup of tea with Angela when I got home and that was nice, just the two of us. We haven't done that in ages."

Gloria pulled Dan to his feet. "Come on, I'm going to give you a special massage to iron out those workday blues." She walked ahead still holding hands with Dan, pulling into the front room. In front of the fireplace there was a blanket covered with a bath towel. Bottles were arrayed alongside, their coloured contents promising delightful fragrances.

"OK, clothes off my boy and lay face down. Chop, chop."

Dan obeyed. As he lay there he heard rustling, when he peered round he saw that his mother was also undressed. She waved his eyes away. "No peeping, eyes closed and try to relax." She knelt alongside him and poured one of the fragrant potions into her palm. She rubbed it into her hands then began a slow circular massage across his broad back.

Gloria could feel her son relaxing as she changed the motion to encompass his whole back. Keeping one hand in contact she poured more oil over the back of her hand then spread that with both hands across his buttocks. She loved the feel of his muscular backside under her fingers. Her hands started down the back of his thighs when Dan felt his mother straddle him. She was facing his feet; her bare buttocks were massaging his as she slid her hands down Dan's legs. Dan was now less relaxed, indeed one part of him was very tense.

Still straddling her son Gloria said "Roll over darling, let's do the other side." Dan turned beneath the arch of soft thighs. His erection lodged immediately along Gloria's pussy. She tried to ignore it but each time she ran her hands down Dan's legs the soft underside of his erection slithered along the lips of her now juicy quim. She was massaging with a new essence!

Dan groaned as his aching cock was tormented. He hoped she would move so that he could achieve entry. Gloria didn't allow that and kept up her movement along the length of Dan's dick. She was just as aroused but determined to achieve what came next. The masturbation by pussy was too much for Dan. He groaned and shot his sperm along his mother's cunt lips and splashed up his belly. Gloria came as well but immediately lifted up and pushed Dan's sperm-covered cock inside her vagina. Still facing his feet she sat, taking him deep then leaned forward caressing his thighs making his cock slide outwards. She repeated this motion for several minutes. Never before had she fucked like this, she'd been thinking about it all afternoon and had talked about it with Angela.

The movement was now having more effect on her than Dan. She had an explosive orgasm and couldn't control her body. Dan pulled her back so that she lay on top of him, both facing upwards. He held her tight as she vibrated through the climax. Once she calmed sufficiently Dan rolled them both over, keeping his dick deep inside her. They stayed like that for a while. Dan used his arms to take his weight off his lover.

Slowly he drew his thighs up around his mother's hips and lifted his cock slowly. He held it just before it popped out then equally slowly pushed it back in. He could feel that it was touching different places. In particular he realised that the underside of the sensitive head was getting more friction than usual and that he was starting to escalate towards another explosion. Another couple of slow out and in movements left Gloria raging through another orgasm. Dan pressed hard as he felt his eruption begin. He sprayed the inside of his mother and felt the overflow squelching warmly back along the sides of his cock. He looked down and saw his penis disappearing between his mother's cheeks with frothy white cum bubbling up from their steaming conjunction.

He rolled down onto his side pulling his mother with him. She drew up her knees and his legs followed. They lay in a loving cuddle until Gloria suggested they move to the bed.

.....

Next morning Dan was apprehensive at the office. Mister S said nothing apart from the usual formalities of business. While Dan was reading his book at lunchtime Mister S came into the store room. He dropped into the vacant chair and waved away the dust. "I'll get Jean to find some new stuff," he said. "In fact we need something much better than this hole. I'll ask Head Office for an allowance to get the room done up properly."

Dan smiled at this news but was apprehensive about Mister S's real reason to be here.

"Dan, you made quite an impression on Penelope. She raved about you last night and again this morning. Another lesson soon is what my princess is wishing for. What do you say lad?"

"Of course Mister S. I'd be delighted."

Before he could say another word Mister S rose and said "Good, that's settled. Come and see me at close of play. We need to have a talk seriously about something else." He left, dusting himself noisily.

Dan worried all afternoon. Did Mrs S say something? Could he tell the truth about her provocative behaviour? Would Mister S believe him?

There was nothing unusual about either Dan or Mister S being the last to leave so nobody, Jean in particular, saw anything of concern when they were the final two. As the last person left Dan locked the main office door and went to the manager's office.

"Sit down Dan, don't look so worried. I need to tell you something but first can I ask what you thought of my wife?"

Dan was nonplussed; he didn't know what to say. Mister S could see his discomfort.

"Don't worry lad, Mrs S told me she took a shine to you. She confessed that she even tried flirting with you but you were the perfect gentleman and refused all advances!"

Dan let out a sigh. "Yes sir, Mrs S is a very attractive woman. I enjoyed her company, that is, er . ."

"It's OK Dan. I guess it might have been a bit embarrassing, you've looked rather wary all day!"

"Thank you sir. In different circumstances I might have been tempted to react differently, you know?"

"Of course dear chap. Now I need to tell you something rather personal." Mister S paused. "I notice that you seem to read a lot of war stories at lunch time, why is that?"

"Yes sir, I'm amazed and humbled by what ordinary people managed to do for their country. There were so many brave individuals, so many sacrifices; I can't imagine that I could have done what they did."

Mister S nodded. "Let's hope you never have to find out Dan. But I'm sure you would rise to whatever occasion presented itself." Mister S paused, then asked. "Are you an only child?" 

"Yes sir. I was born just before the war then we got bombed out and were evacuated up north. Dad went off to do his bit and I guess things were not good when he came home after the war so they never had another baby."

Mister S nodded sympathetically. "Same as us," he replied. "Penny was born a couple of years after you but then the war interfered with any further family." He coughed to clear his throat. "In fact it interfered in a very particular way for us." He paused again and looked hard at Dan.

"Dan, apart from my wife nobody else knows this. I know I can trust you not to tell anyone else can't I?"

Dan nodded.

"I joined the RAF and became a navigator in a bomber. It was a dodgy thing to do; so many planes didn't come back. Some lads were shot down and captured others . ." His eyes glazed. After a short pause to clean his spectacles he continued, "We seemed to be lucky but eventually it was our turn." His face was sombre as he paused again. "On our way home in '44 we were hit badly, an engine on fire, controls jammed, rear air gunner dead and the pilot had an arm blown off. Those who could bailed out, me included. The buggers kept firing at the parachutes. I caught a couple, one ripped my balls off." He was breathing heavily and his brow was sweating as he recalled the horror of the event. "The French resistance took care of us, patched us up as best they could in the circumstances. Not long after that our invading troops re-captured the area. I was hauled off to a field hospital then repatriated." He paused again, sadness engulfing his face. "I was the only member of our bomber crew to survive." His glasses were off again as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

He straightened his back, took a deep breath and half-smiled at Dan. "The result was that I came home in one piece. Well actually not quite, a couple of important bits were missing." He shrugged forlornly. "Having more family was no longer a possibility for us, even achieving some sort of bedroom satisfaction was not exactly easy."

Mister S leaned back in his chair. "Dan, you've seen my daughter, she's sixteen. It won't be long before she's off to university or whatever she decides." The big man paused, peering closely at Dan. "My wife wants another baby. After meeting you last night she was very excited. She thinks you could help us. You know what I mean?"

"Er, not quite Mister S, that is unless you mean to have sex with your wife?"

"Good man, I knew you'd catch on. That's exactly it. She even thinks you look a bit like I did when I was young, same size and colouring, that sort of thing. Other than actually making Beryl pregnant you will have no further responsibility. We would register the birth with me as the father." He was smiling, probably pleased to have got that speech off his chest.

"Mrs S, that is Beryl, thinks she could be fertile this week, something to do with counting days between her monthly periods. If you feel up to it we could arrange something . . ." He tailed off watching for Dan's reaction.

"How do you see this happening Mister S?" Asked Dan. "Getting enough time alone with Mrs S might be tricky."

"How about if you had the next three days off, on full pay and spent each day with Beryl?"

"OK, if that works for you and the office Sir."

Mister S rose, beamed at Dan and offered his hand. Shaking Dan's hand vigorously he slapped him on the back with the other hand and said "Leave it with me Dan, I can fix it. Beryl will phone you tonight at home with the arrangements. OK?"

Dan pulled on his jacket and left the office, his head still spinning with what he had just heard.

At home after swearing his mother to absolute secrecy, even to not telling her sister, he related the details of the after-work chat.

His mother was alarmed. "But that will be my grandchild!"

"Yes Ma, but there will be others when I get married won't there?"

"I suppose so Dan. I've got to think about this." Gloria continued with the meal preparations, her brow furrowed as she pondered the implications.

Dan laid the table, watching his mother's lovely bottom. His own thoughts were along the lines of 'Beryl is younger than my Mum, I wonder what she looks like naked?'

The phone rang. Dan went into the hall and picked up the heavy receiver. The distant voice said "It's Beryl here, you know . . Mrs S." 

"Hello Beryl, how are you?" He didn't know what else one said in these circumstances.

"I'm so excited that you agreed to our arrangement! Can I pick you up at nine o'clock where I dropped you yesterday?"

"Yes, that sounds fine to me." Dan paused, "Beryl, are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Yes Dan, absolutely. This really is exactly what we both desperately want. We will have three days to try to make our wish come true. Please help us Dan, we really need you." Beryl implored.

Gloria, standing close by her son, had listened in to the last part of the conversation. She nodded and smiled at Dan.

"I'm looking forward to it Beryl. I'll do everything I can to fulfil your dreams."

"Thank you Dan, see you in the morning." It sounded as though Beryl was shedding tears of joy as they finished the call. Gloria wrapped her arms around her son, she was crying too.

"No sex for you tonight my boy, you need to save up your swimmers for Beryl."

.....

The next morning, dressed casually instead of his weekday office suit Dan turned the corner to find the Ford Anglia waiting. He opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. He smiled at Beryl, "Good morning Beryl, how are you today?"

She reached a hand and caressed his face. "Actually I'm so nervous I got here early and I don't think I'm in a fit state to drive yet. Can you drive?"

"Yes, I passed my test last year but I haven't had much practice since."

He leaned over and pecked Beryl's cheek. "No need to be nervous, we'll only be doing what comes naturally." 

She laughed and opened her door, "Come on, drive me to our trysting place then."

Dan enjoyed the drive, it was a neat little car and he glanced often at his passenger. She was anxious, her cheeks were a high colour and her breathing shallow. Dan made light-hearted observations as he drove and cracked a few jokes. He could sense her tension improving. As they reached the Common he stopped the car.

"Why are you stopping Dan? We can't do it here!"

He turned off the ignition and pulled out the keys. He walked round and opened the passenger door and offered his hand to help her out. She looked confused.

"We have all day, let's have a stroll and some fresh air, shall we?" Dan took her hand a started walking slowly under the trees. Beryl still looked puzzled. When they were out of sight of the road Dan turned to her, gently took her in his arms and kissed her. Her initial surprise was rapidly overtaken with the heat of passion. Beryl kissed back, holding Dan urgently against her excited body.

After a few minutes Dan broke the kiss and started walking again, still holding her hand. Beryl moved closer to him and hugged his arm. "Thank you Dan, that was just what I needed." A few minutes into the stroll they came to the children's playground. Dan steered them to a seat, put his arm around her and whispered. "Let's watch the children and wonder what yours will be like?"

Beryl whimpered and snuggled closer. "Oh Dan you're so clever and thoughtful, thank you."

"What about those two?" Suggested Dan pointing at a pair of toddlers trying to run, falling on the grass, giggling and getting up to run again. There was no answer. Dan looked into her face and saw her tears, he kissed them away.

"Just think babies. Your baby. Your own lovely baby. Imagine one of those is yours. Would that make you happy?"

Beryl nodded, sniffling away her tears. "I'm so thrilled that we are going to do this Dan, so very happy."

They sat for several minutes watching young children and their parents. After a while Dan pulled her into a soft kiss. He slipped a hand inside her coat and held her breast. He whispered in her ear, "Just imagine your baby feeding on this lovely breast."

Beryl almost swooned. She recovered, pressed his hand against her chest and kissed him fiercely. "Take me home Dan, now please. Make me pregnant."

As the front door closed Dan lifted her coat from her shoulders and whispered "Bedroom?"

Upstairs Beryl had left the curtains closed as people often did to retain the heat in the house. Dan gently pulled Beryl into a cuddle. "Are you sure about this? We can stop now if you don't want . ." Dan got no further as Beryl mashed her lips to his.

Breathing heavily as she broke the kiss she murmured, "Now Dan, take me to bed. No more questions. Just help me to make our baby."

As he started to undo the buttons on her blouse Dan whispered, "Your wish is my command sweet lady."

Beryl quivered in anticipation as Dan caressed her naked breasts. She willed him to touch her aching nipples but instead he tenderly followed the delightful contours of her flesh over, under and all around until eventually the fingers of both hands found the firm tips. Beryl's head rolled back in sheer pleasure. She pressed her pubic bone harder against Dan's as she shuddered with the pent up release of anticipation.

Beryl hardly noticed Dan's quiet removal of her clothes until he drew her silk panties slowly down from her waist. He was on his knees as he eased them over her soft buttocks. Before her vagina was exposed Dan paused and looked up into Beryl's eyes. He saw a momentary panic. Leaning forward he softly kissed her white belly from left to right, just above the line of the elastic. Almost imperceptibly he slid the panties down revealing her soft bush of dark pubic hair. He nuzzled into it as he gently pulled the panties all the way to her feet. His chin was pressing into her pubic bone as he lifted one of Beryl's feet to free the panties. As she stepped out of the other Dan eased her legs slightly apart so that he could bury his face deeper into his lover's nest.

"Dan, I . ." Beryl nervously started. Dan slowly rose, softly caressing her body as he moved. 

He kissed her lips gently then whispered "Undress me Beryl. Do it slowly, relish every moment."

Beryl was nervous. She removed his shirt and was starting to loosen his belt when Dan whispered, "Kiss my nipples."




Dan’s Tale Ch. 02



Beryl had never even considered that a man's nipples might be sensitive like her own. She slid her fingers to each of Dan's nipples and lightly circled them. It was a surprise that they hardened under her touch. Her lips closed over one, her tongue teasing the nub into greater arousal.

Beryl could hardly control her trembling fingers as she fumbled to release Dan's belt. He placed his hands over hers and smiled encouragement. He moved his hands to side of her head and drew Beryl into a soft, searching kiss. He moved his lips to her ear and licked it gently. "Well done Beryl. Keep going, take off my trousers."

Steadier fingers now pulled the belt free and released the top buttons to allow Dan's trousers to slide, Beryl pushed his underpants in the same direction. She gasped as his erection snapped out of confinement to quiver to attention, ready for action. Beryl's fingers wrapped around the hot flesh.

"Oh Dan, so lovely, so hard. You really are a darling boy!"

Dan smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. "Come to bed Beryl, let's make babies!"

Beryl quivered nervously but smiled up at Dan as she ran her hands down the smooth skin of his naked back. "Yes please Dan."

She lay in the centre of the bed, her eyes fixed on Dan's erect penis as he climbed alongside her. She reached out a hand and gently cupped his scrotum. Looking up into his face she whispered "Thank you Dan, please empty these lovely balls into my womb." She giggled, embarrassed and excited.

Dan leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. He moved slowly down her body trailing soft kisses across her breasts and tummy until he was once again in her aromatic bush. He climbed between her legs and caressed her thighs. His thumbs barely touched her labia at first but without her realising Dan had prised the outer lips open. His tongue licked firmly from bottom to top.

Beryl gasped and thrust her hips harder into Dan's face. "Oh my God Dan, please do that again!"

Ever the attentive lover Dan repeated the action numerous times. Sometimes softly with just the tip of his tongue, sometimes more assertively with the tongue flattened across the breadth of Beryl's vagina. Beryl marked her first orgasm by closing her thighs tightly around Dan's ears and literally rose to her second as she raised her hips higher and higher. She dropped to the bed, her entrapping legs flopping wide open as she gasped for breath. Dan was pretty short of puff too having worked hard in an enclosed environment!

He slowly moved up her sweating, trembling body and placed his throbbing erection just at the entrance to her vagina. Beryl gasped at the touch and tried to draw him inside. Dan took one of her hands and placed on his cock saying "You put it in when you are ready, OK?"

She needed no further encouragement as her eager fingers pulled him firmly inside. Dan shuffled his knees forward sending his erection slowly deeper into the tight pussy. Beryl gasped "It's been so long. Dan you're so big I can't believe how wonderful it feels."

Dan held himself as deep as possible as their public bones crushed together, their pubic hair combining into a thick thatch above their union. As Beryl's body accepted his intrusion Dan slowly withdrew and re-entered. Beryl gasped, her head lolling to one side. Almost imperceptibly Dan's speed increased and after a few minutes he was driving hard, sending Beryl's body further up the bed until her head bumping against the wooden bed-head stopped further sliding. 

Beryl gasped every time their bodies crashed together; each gasp louder and more forceful until she was virtually shouting "Yes, yes" on every driving stroke. Their combined climax was a combination of a long scream from Beryl and an anguished groan from Dan. He held himself deep and tight as his sperm was driven towards the waiting egg. Keeping his thighs under her bottom Dan closed her thighs and embraced the folded legs to his chest.

Beryl slowly recovered and was surprised to find his penis still lodged inside her throbbing vagina.

Dan murmured "Sshh, don't move, let the little swimmers get going."

Beryl giggled "I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I'm capable of movement right now."

Dan flexed his semi-hard cock and saw her reaction. He smiled "How was that for starters Mrs S?"

"Don't get formal on me young man; we've been fully introduced, even fully integrated!" She sighed as she continued "That was, without any doubt, the most amazing sexual experience of my life; not that I've had many as you may understand."

"Yes. I guess it has been a long time since you had a penis inside you. But don't worry this one will stay for most of the day. What time will Penelope be home?"

Beryl smiled naughtily. "Just imagine if she came home and found us like this!" As she giggled her body became aware of Dan's hardening cock. "Dan, is that you growing inside me again?"

"It could be me or your new baby! Anyway what about Penny, I guess it will be late afternoon. Do you want me out of here by then?"

"I don't want you 'out of there' ever again you gorgeous boy. Just settle for permanent residence inside my aching pussy. Can you do me again soon? Oh your dick seems as hard as a policeman's truncheon already." She gasped as Dan slowly withdrew until just the head was blocking her passage.

Again he started the long slow crescendo. After several minutes Beryl was floating on a cloud of sheer pleasure. She moaned her encouragement, her hips matching thrust for thrust with her young lover's pounding. The inevitable explosion of final passions left them both exhausted. Dan fell forward, gathered Beryl in his arms and rolled so that she was on top.

"Close your legs Beryl, keep the juices inside." When her legs were along his own Dan pulled a sheet over their bodies. "Time for a little rest and recuperation, don't you think?"

"Let's stay here a while Dan then I'll make lunch when we've recovered." Beryl murmured into his chest.

Within minutes they were both asleep.

Dan awoke to find his nipple being licked. "Ah, awake are we young man? Did you know that your cock twitches inside me while you are asleep?" She tightened her internal muscles causing a squelch of juices to fart from her vagina. She giggled. "This is so delicious, your cock is happily hard again and my quim is overflowing with bubbling nectar. Yours and mine all whisked together oozing quietly onto those lovely balls of yours."

Dan peered at the bedside clock. "Do you realise that my dick has been docked inside you for almost two hours?" he said into her hair. She shook her head, "No but I don't care. You can't have it back yet so what do you think of that?"

"I guess I could complain to the management but she'd only tell me 'to live with it!' Maybe I should make the most of my opportunity!"

Beryl raised her head and kissed him. "Quite right, just stay there and let me ride you. Is that allowed?"

"Be my guest but I warn you I'll be holding on to your beautiful breasts to make sure you don't fall off."

"How could I fall off when I'm held on by that hard spike of yours, but perhaps holding on might be a good precaution." 

Without losing his cock inside her pussy she leaned up and placed a nipple to his lips. She gasped as he took it deeply into his mouth and sucked on it. She pulled it from him and pushed herself upright settling down onto his hips with a deep wriggle.

Dan flexed his cock. She playfully slapped his chest. "Don't rush me, I'm savouring every moment." Dan could see the concentration on her face as she slowly rose. He looked down between them at his stiff, slimy penis as it emerged then slowly disappeared again. 

Beryl brought herself to a quiet orgasm with a blissful smile on her lips but kept up the slow rise and fall. Dan played with her lush breasts, tweaking the nipples hard as she orgasmed. After a few more minutes she fell forward onto Dan's chest. "I'm exhausted Dan, I didn't realise how unfit I am. I think I need help please."

"Your wish is my command my lady. Let's try this."

Dan moved some pillows alongside him and lifted Beryl off to lay face down on the pillows. He climbed behind her and gently folded her legs forward until her knees were alongside the pillows cushioning her breasts. He sat behind her and teased her flooded pussy with his fingers then inserted his stiff cock until his hips pressed her buttocks.

Shifting his position he entered her at varying angles getting different reactions from his lover. She almost passed out when spent several minutes pressing down from a high angle grinding his cockhead on her g-spot. He had to stop before his own climax grew too close. He reverted to straight in out deep thrusts. His hips rhythmically slapped her bottom until he finally erupted, again pressing himself deep inside her. After a while he slumped over the crouched Beryl and rolled so that he held her wrapped in his arms and legs.

They slumbered again.

Sometime later Dan was awoken by Beryl kissing his back as he lay flat out on the bed. She leaned forward squashing her breasts onto his back. "Come on my beautiful lover man, I've prepared a bath and I need my back scrubbed." She rolled off, pulling him towards the bathroom.

Dan followed and obediently climbed into the warm soapy water. Beryl slid in front and leaned back against him. Dan's hands cushioned her floating breasts his fingers gently tweaking her nipples. 

"How do you feel Beryl, not too sore I hope? Remember we have two more days of this!"

"You are such a considerate lover Dan, how could I ever get uncomfortable."

They bathed, dried and, with towels wrapped around their bodies went downstairs to eat lunch. They chatted lightly as they ate. Beryl thanked Dan for his help with Penelope and repeated what Mister S had told him.

"It would be nice to continue her dance lessons Dan but we mustn't let her form any strong attachments to you. You understand that don't you?"

"Of course Beryl. Anyway I'll be in the army very soon, I've been expecting my call-up papers every day. Once they come I'll only have a few weeks before I have to join up."

"What a shame Dan. That means we have to make this few days work their magic, we may not have another chance. Now, if you've eaten enough let's get back to business."

The afternoon played out like the morning only in a more relaxed atmosphere. Dan helped Beryl to tidy the bedroom and remake the bed with fresh sheets before they went downstairs.

"Dan. Thank you for today, you've been wonderful. I was so worried that we might not work together but everything was simply marvellous." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "You were wonderful Dan, let's get you home so I can be back before Penny comes in."

That evening the phone rang in Dan's home. It was Mister S. He thanked Dan profusely and reported how happy his wife seemed this evening. He went on to explain that Dan's absence had to be put down as 'personal leave' to deal with a family matter. Such absence was unpaid but Mister S assured Dan that he would be re-imbursed with a personal cheque.

The second day was similar to the first except that Beryl was more relaxed. At the end of the day Dan stayed for tea and gave Penelope another dance lesson. He could sense that she was falling for him so he introduced the topic of his long-term relationship with his usual dance partner. Penny was obviously disappointed and, thankfully, didn't ask too many searching questions. She did promise to write to him while he was away in the army. Dan knew that there was a hidden in case your relationship breaks up!'

The final session followed the expected pattern. Dan was exhausted and Beryl radiant by the end of their third day!

.....

Back at work on the next day Dan fended off questions from Jean explaining that the family problem had been thoroughly solved. At lunchtime Dan was surprised to see that the rest room furniture had been replaced, walls painted, a new carpet laid and the lighting improved. Mister S came in as Dan was surveying the changes.

"Quite a difference don't you think Dan my boy?"

"Certainly is sir, thanks a lot."

"Nonsense lad, we should have had this improved ages ago. I'm only sorry it wasn't done before now." Mister S looked over his shoulder then continued quietly "Come and see me at the end of the day please Dan." As he turned to leave Jean was coming in.

"I think Dan noticed the difference Jean." He quipped as he stood back to let her enter.

Once she was sure that the boss was out of hearing she said "You wouldn't believe the change in that man over the past couple of days Dan. He's been joking, giving praise and even laughing off mistakes like he never has before!"

"Wow, that's great," replied Dan. "Maybe he's had some good news like being voted captain of the golf club!"

"Could be Dan. Whatever it is let's hope it continues, it's so refreshing to be treated like humans rather than robots! Anyway what's your news, everything OK now at home?"

Dan waved the remains of his ham sandwich in a positive manner as he chewed on his mouthful. He swallowed. "Sorry Jean, mum says not to talk with my mouth full! Yes, all's well that ends well as they say."

"How's the dance lessons going with the boss's daughter? Is she making progress?"

"She was very nervous to start but soon got into the swing of things. I think she could be a good dancer if she continues but she probably has lots of other interests."

"By the way Dan, your mum just phoned during her lunch break. She says an official looking letter arrived just as she was leaving this morning. Is that what I think it is?"

"Probably Jean. I've been expecting my call up papers for some time. I guess that's what it will be. I think my days are numbered around here so make the most of me while you can!"

"Oh no, that means training up another junior all over again." She rose and started leaving. "Why not just tell them you are needed here!"

"Thanks Jean, I don't think they will accept that as a valid excuse."

Later, when the other staff had left Dan knocked on the manager's door.

"Come in Dan. Everybody gone?" He acknowledged Dan's affirmative nod. "Here lad," he pushed a cheque across the desk "Your missing wages."

Dan picked it up and gasped. "Sorry sir that's too much, it's more than I get for a month's salary, not three days!"

Mister S waved dismissively. "Dan, my wife is a changed person. She's relaxed, friendly, loving and looking forward positively. You've earned every penny and I can tell you that there's another one like that if we get the news we hope for . . er you know . . in a month or two's time."

"That's wonderful Mister S, thank you very much. We could do with a bit extra at home so this will do very nicely. Thanks a lot."

"Jean says there might be some bad news waiting for you, maybe your call-up papers?"

"I expect so sir, I'll confirm on Monday."

"OK lad, thanks for everything you've done for us, off you go and take care of your mum."

At home Dan found the expected demand for his presence at the army medical the following week. His mother commiserated with a long hug.

"We knew it was coming Dan, we're going to miss you loads."

"It's OK mum, don't cry I'm not gone yet and I'll be home on leave before you know it."

....

The next few weeks were busy. Dan passed the medical and enjoyed the paper tests. He later received notification to join the Intelligence Corps to start his basic training.

At the end of six hard weeks in the army Dan was allowed home on a week-end pass for the first time.

His mother and aunt greeted him, smothering him with love and affection. They were amazed at how fit he looked but were less keen on his short back and sides haircut!

After a wonderful meal his lovers took him to bed and rode him to an exhausted sleep.

They were sitting at the kitchen table when he emerged the next morning wearing nothing but a big smile. He enjoyed breakfast and their constant sexual teasing.

When he finished Gloria, still naked, sat across the table and said, "Dan, we have two bits of news for you." She waited until he nodded his full attention. "Mr S called to say that his wife is pregnant."

"Wow, that's great Mum. What's the other news?"

She pointed across to her naked sister who smiled as she stroked her white belly.

"So is Angela!"

*****

To be continued