9 comments/ 41725 views/ 49 favorites Substitute for Dad Ch. 02 By: Risktaker48 This tale is a continuation of "Substitute for Dad" and goes back to the good old 1980's in the glorious days before the proliferation of mobile phones, the Internet and always on communication. ***** I had not long turned twenty-one years old and it was my first week as the on-call technical specialist. The week had been quiet until the previous evening, typically a Friday before the spring bank holiday. I had been halfway home when I was paged and had to return to the office. A power failure had crashed the computer systems and although the power was back by the time I walked in, it had taken me until 1:00 am to fix the chaos left behind. My senior colleague, Dave, had been next to useless as although onsite at the time he was "completely wankered" as he had been at the local pub all afternoon and had only gone back to the office to pick up his coat and briefcase and to call a taxi. I just left him head down on his desk for most of the time until a security guard called to tell me our technical manager was on his way up to help handle the crisis. I managed to drag Dave to the men's toilet, push him into a cubicle and persuade him to be quiet until I got rid of the dopey twat of a manager. Luckily our much 'disrespected' manager just wanted to make sure his name was included in the major incident report that he insisted was completed before I left site. I almost forgot about Dave when I was reminded by the appearance of a trainee programmer called Jessica who was equally inebriated and demanding to know where the 'dag' was as he owed her a drink. Absentmindedly I told her he was in the toilets and went back to the report I was writing. Just as I finished the report a security guard rang to ask if I had seen a young woman wandering about as her friend had just turned up demanding to see her. I said I would find her and bring her down as I was about to leave anyway. First port of call was the men's toilet partly to find Dave but mainly to have a pee before I drove home. As I pushed open the main door I could hear muffled talking coming from the cubicle I had left Dave in earlier. A pair of ankle boot clad feet stuck out from the cubicle doorway then Jessica's voice rang out, "Told you I could do it!" I purposely banged the outer door and called, "Are you still in here Dave?" The sounds of frantic rustling and a cubicle door rattled before Dave replied, "Yes, I dozed off. I'll be out in a sec!" I walked over to a urinal and began to take a long piss then said, "Everything is back up and working. The security guards are getting a bit pissed off with all the drunken people onsite." "I'm going home anyway," came Dave's reply accompanied by the sound of flushing water. I shook off, zipped up and washed my hands as Dave emerged from his cubicle. He staggered a bit and struggled to wash his hands. I was about to ask if he was okay to get home when there was a splashing sound from the end cubicle (locally known as trap six) and Jessica's voice echoed, "Aw fuck me!" Pushing open the cubicle door I found Jessica slumped on the floor with one foot in the toilet bowl. Being a gentleman I burst out laughing before she shouted at me, "Quit laughing and help me get up you pommie bastard!" As I pulled her to her feet a half-bottle of scotch slipped from her coat pocket which I managed to grab before it hit the floor. Saving the bottle made me lose grip of Jessica so she fell against me making my free hand slide up from her waist to her chest. My hand lingered on her unfettered left breast as she pulled herself to a standing position. "Have you finished sizing up my tit, mate?" she asked, "Or do you want to check the other one?" "Sorry, darling," I replied releasing her small but perky breast, "I was just trying to help." "I'm not your darling," Jessica slurred with venom, "And if you want to cop a feel again just ask first!" "I'll remember that," I said with a grin, "Here's your bottle and your friend is downstairs with security waiting for you!" Jessica shook her soggy foot, swore under her breath and tried to take a step. She winced with pain exclaiming, "Aw fuck I think I've busted my ankle!" Dave began drunkenly giggling at Jessica's plight which only made her angrier, "Shut the fuck up, you dags and help me get downstairs!" She held on to my arm limping as we followed the weaving figure of Dave out of the men's toilet to the lift. I leant Jessica against the wall and pressed the call button, "Hold the lift for me while I get my keys and jacket," I said and dashed back to my desk. Just as I came back into the lobby I saw the lift doors close so I took the stairs the four floors down to the main entrance. I emerged from the stairwell to find Jessica, her friend and Dave arguing with the security guard. They were trying to persuade him to phone for a taxi but he was adamant that they should leave the premises and walk to the local cab office or he would call the police. Luckily I knew him from my time on shift and managed to calm him down by suggesting I could give them a lift home. Jessica introduced her friend as Heather, who apparently worked for the company out of a different office. I was half expecting Heather to have an Aussie accent too but she slurred her thanks for the lift with a distinct Surrey plumy twang. Leading them to the car park I had to support Jessica as Dave and Heather struggled to keep each other upright. Jessica seemed to be calmer and even pulled closer to me wrapping her arm around my waist; I kept my hand between her hips and chest just in case she thought I was trying to grope her. She was tall for a woman (almost my height in her heels and I stand at 6' 2") and slim with long limbs. Heather by contrast was average height with a shapely figure and what at first glance seemed heavy breasts and a nice rounded bum. Both women seemed to favour the bohemian styles of the eighties feminist although I suspected Heather need to wear a bra under the mannish style clothes. Jessica climbed into the back of the car behind the driver's seat with Heather getting in beside her. Dave struggled to get into the front passenger seat and I had to help him put his seat belt on. The alcohol fumes from all three of them forced me to open the driver's window to keep some fresh air circulating. When I asked who I was dropping off first it started a debate about who lived closest, in the end I opted to drop the women off first and then take Dave home. I had a fairly good knowledge of the area their rented house was in so headed off without needing directions. Fifteen minutes into the journey Dave had fallen silent and the two women were talking in hushed tones passing the bottle of scotch between them. I hoped none of my motley crew of passengers was going to be ill but as we pulled up at a set of traffic lights Dave hiccupped and reached for the door handle managing to open it just in time to throw up at the kerb. I pulled the car onto the kerb to let other cars pass and put the hazard lights on as I got out making sure Dave didn't fall out. Unfortunately two patrolling coppers a Sergeant and a WPC strolled over to check what was happening and give me a hard time for parking so close to a traffic light. When they saw Dave they then decided to breathalyse me even though I honestly denied I had been drinking. Typically both coppers were annoyed I passed the test with not a trace of alcohol so they gave me a ticking off for where I had parked, letting Dave throw up in the gutter, having two now extremely pissed women in the back who weren't wearing seatbelts (although at the time not illegal) they gave me the run-down of all the dangers of death and destruction in the event of a crash. By the time they had finished the lecture Dave had finished emptying the contents of his stomach and had dropped off to sleep. So reluctantly they said I could go but not before insisting I swill Dave's vomit through the gutter. I always carried a bottle of water as the car radiator had a habit of boiling over when you least expected so I was able to comply. The WPC asked if I had any questions before she let me go so I asked her for her telephone number on the off chance she was available. She blushed then refused saying she was already engaged and then the sergeant corrected her saying she was also on duty. Just before I got back in the car the sergeant poked his head in the car to ensure the women buckled their seat belts the WPC whispered, "I sometimes go to the Duke of Wellington in Forest Gate when I'm not on duty." I smiled, "Oh I know it, I go there sometimes on Saturdays after playing Rugby," I replied softly. "I'm off-duty next Saturday," she said quietly just as the sergeant stood up. "You need to get those two home son before they throw-up like your mate," he said, "Oh , and keep you window open or you will be pissed on the fumes." Finally back on the road I heard rustling in the back and glanced back to see Heather slip off her seat-belt and lean over Jessica. I nearly missed the slip road as I watched Heather begin kissing Jessica full on the mouth and squeezing her right breast. Jessica seemed to be responding and doing a bit of breast groping too. I felt my cock begin to bulge and wriggled in the seat to ease the constraint, checking that Dave was still passed out. All I needed was him to see me with a raging hard-on poking through my trousers. Dave was in his forties and lived with his 'partner' Derek; although not fashionable at the time he had come out as gay to most of his colleagues and mainly due to his increasingly over the top behaviour was known behind his back at work as "Camp David". He had often joked with me when he had consumed a few drinks that he would like to take me home and share my young, muscled body with Derek. Now his comments would be construed as work place bullying but I just laughed it off and told him he would have to keep on dreaming. He had assured me that he would do more than dream generally accompanied by a crude gesture. No one in the office had met Derek but from the way Dave described their relationship it would appear that Derek was the dominant one. I negotiated the roundabout at the end of the slip road and looked up to see Heather drop her mouth to Jessica's chest and appear to be sucking her left nipple through the material of her blouse. My cock stiffened further and I had to look away to concentrate on the road. The girls turning loomed up and as I turned into their road I asked loudly, "Which number was it Jessica?" "Number 72," she replied slightly breathlessly and I heard rustling from the backseat as the two women broke their clinch and sat up straight. The road was typical of suburban London and crowded with parked cars so I slowly drove along looking for the right door. I found a parking spot just a few doors down from their house and pulled in as Dave woke up looking confused as to where we was. Nobody seemed to move until I got out first surreptitiously adjusting my softening erection to be less noticeable. Heather managed to get out unaided and began walking to the house as Dave got out and followed. Jessica hesitated as her ankle had swollen up on the way back and she felt pain as she tried to climb out of the car. I held the door open for her and offered my hand to help. "I suppose you want to cop another crafty feel?" Jessica slurred grabbing my hand and pulling herself upright. "Only with permission," I replied adding, "Darling!" to the end of the sentence. "I told you I'm not your darling," she responded but with less venom than before, "Now help me to get indoors." "Better than that," I said and scooped her up and began to carry her to the door expecting some sort of protest but she actually snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around my neck pressing her breasts into my chest. I could feel her small, hard nipples poking through her blouse and felt my erection flutter back to life as fresh blood surged into it. Reaching the door I carefully lowered Jessica so she could stand supported by the doorframe. She held on to my neck and pulled my head to hers. "Are you coming in?" she asked breathing whisky fumes at me, "I'm sure I can find a warm place for you." "Not tonight, I've got to get home," I said, "Maybe another time?" "Ah, so is the little boy going home to his mummy?" Jessica asked teasingly. "Yes," I replied, "Anyway I think you need to sleep off the booze!" "Strewth, you're the first bastard I've met to refuse an open invite to my bed," she said, "I bet your mummy won't soothe that snake in your strides!" Dropping a hand from my neck she brushed her fingers along the outline of my stiff member making it twitch. "Your loss," she suddenly said and pulled away, "Off you go home to mummy, maybe she will kiss it goodnight when she tucks you in!" "I had better get Dave back to the car," I said not bothering to respond to her jibes. "Don't bother he can crash here tonight," Jessica laughed, "Old Camp David won't bother us girls in the night!" "You can continue to bother each other!" I said before realising I shouldn't have said it out loud. "So you were watching," said Jessica with a smirk on her face, "Heather always promises a lot when she's had a few drinks but always backs down at the last minute. But I'll bed her properly one day," she continued absently. "Good luck, I'll see you in the office on Monday," I replied lamely and headed back to the car readjusting my trouser crotch as I went. "See you next Tuesday, Monday is a bank holiday!" Jessica corrected before closing the door. The drive home was uneventful but my erection still had not fully subsided as I crept into my bedroom just after 3 am trying not to wake the rest of the household. I stripped off in the dark finally releasing my cock from its constraints with a relieved sigh. I instinctively stroked it as I began to turn back the bedcovers when I heard a faint moaning noise. Standing still I massaged my cock and listened closely. I heard the whimpering sound again and recognised my mother's voice. Not thinking I eased opened my bedroom door, stark naked with erection in hand, crept over to my mother's room as quietly as I could. Her door was ajar so I put my head around to check she was not in pain. In the gloom I could make out her sleeping form lying on her side facing away from me her cotton nightdress hitched up to her waist. My mother's hands appeared to be buried between her legs and her moans seemed to be produced by the fact she was masturbating in her sleep. "Hmm, baby push it into me," she murmured to her imaginary lover as her hands moved rhythmically. Her hips began rocking gently against the movement of her hands and her breathing laboured. She rolled onto her back and panted, "That's it baby boy, fuck your mummy hard!" Her hands moved over her pubic area as she dreamt and her legs opened. I slipped into the bedroom and carefully pushed the door closed behind me. Prick still throbbing in my hand I crossed to her bed and slowly eased myself onto the bed besides her being careful not to wake her. Before I could lie down her body stiffened and a low guttural noise came from her mouth. Her hips bucked against her hands a couple of times then her body went limp and her eyes opened as if in shock. She seemed to look straight through me then reached up and pulled my head to her face and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed gently for a few moments before she properly came to. "You shouldn't be here," Mum said while still holding on to my neck. "You were calling out in your sleep," I replied, "So I wanted to be sure you were okay!" Mum snuggled closer pressing her body against my stiff member eliciting a moan from her lips. She pulled me tight trapping my throbbing cock against her stomach then began to rock her hips to and fro. I groaned softly as her movements massaged my cock between our bodies. Reaching down and clasped her bum and eased her higher so my cock pressed against her pubic bone. "God, yes," she exclaimed and moved faster. The moist lips of her pussy moulded around the shaft of my cock, sliding up and down it to the rhythm of hip movements. We were both moaning softly as the sexual tension increased. "I want to fuck you Mum!" I groaned. "Oh baby you can't," she murmured, "Please just let me make you come!" "Don't you want me inside you?" I persisted. "Yes, baby but we promised your Dad," she replied with frustration in her voice. Nearly three years before we had been proper lovers, with Dad's consent, but when Dad's health returned he resumed his role as the dominant male in the family. He had recently been ill again but had not allowed Mum to get temporary relief from me again. Mum's body began shaking and she pressed her mouth into my neck to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her hip movements stopped so I started pushing my cock into her pubic mound not letting her orgasm subside trying to get my own release. Mum's moaning got louder despite her mouth being buried harder into my neck. "Please stop, I can take it," she breathed heavily, "It's too nice!" My balls clenched before I could reply and a surge of spunk rushed through my cock spraying both of our bellies with warm fluid. We both shuddered with the aftershock of our orgasms and entwined our bodies tighter. Suddenly fatigue set in and we drifted off to a contented sleep. Sometime later I woke with a start as Mum used the hem of her nightdress to mop up the now cold remnants of my seminal fluid. She was smiling as she sat up briefly to strip off the soggy nightdress leaving both of us naked. Settling back into my arms she pulled the bedcovers over us and brushed my chest with her lips. "It feels so good to have you in my bed," Mum murmured. "Do you want me to persuade Dad to let me make love to you properly again?" I asked. "No baby boy," she replied, "I need to ask him. I'll speak to him in the morning before we go to the hospital again." "He is going back to hospital, so soon?" I asked as he had only been out for two weeks. "Yes they called yesterday for further tests," she replied thoughtfully, "I think he believes they will sort out his prostate problem this time." "Do you want me to drive you there?" I asked, "I'll cancel my rugby match." "Oh I was going to tell you in the morning that your captain called to say the game was called off," she replied, "So you could take us to the hospital." "Now get some sleep," she added. "In a moment," I responded as I slid my hand over her stomach and pressed my fingers over her pubic mound. "No more baby boy," she protested then rocked her hips up to meet my hand as she grasped my reawakening cock. Pressing her mouth to mine she acquiesced to letting me bring her to a final orgasm as I came over her thigh. Her soggy nightdress mopped up our spillage once again before we drifted off to sleep. The strains of Bill Withers Lovely Day drifted into my head as Mum's radio alarm switched on and she twisted in my arms to hit the off button. I felt her lips brush mine as she gently shook me awake. "Baby boy," she whispered, "You need to go to your own room, and I have to get your sisters up to go to work!" Opening my eyes I slid a hand over her left breast squeezing gently and feeling her nipple harden in response. "I want to make you feel nice first," I murmured drowsily. "We can't, maybe later," Mum whispered, "After we drop Dad off, if he agrees you can make me feel wonderful!" She kissed me hard on the lips and then levered herself up to a sitting position. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she groaned as her foot touched her still damp nightdress. Substitute for Dad Ch. 02 "Some naughty boy has made my nightdress all damp!" she joked. "Maybe you should spank him!" I replied and rolled over to offer my bare arse. "Maybe he should get to his own room before his sisters discover he has a big thick cock," she said laughing quietly, "And he has been pleasuring his Mummy with it!" I rolled off the bed, quietly made my way to the bedroom door and peeked out to check there was no movement in the hallway then slipped into my room as Mum searched for a clean nightdress. Getting into my bed I shivered as the sheets were cold then heard Mum calling my sisters and nagging them to get up. Then she came over to my door and made a point of knocking loudly before opening the door and saying loud enough for my sisters to hear, "Oh Sean I need you to drive Dad and I to the hospital later. I'll bring you up a cup of tea when your sisters are up and getting ready." I heard the familiar moan from one of my younger sisters Susan, "You always treat him better than us, why should he get a cup of tea in bed. You love him more than us!" "He doesn't moan as much as you," replied Mum laughing, "And he is good to his Mum, now you get in the shower while your sister has her breakfast!" The sound of stomping feet and stroppy muttering could be heard from both my sisters as Mum turned back to me and blew me a kiss before disappearing downstairs. I dozed off as I waited for Mum to come back with my tea. There was a crash which made me sit up suddenly to find my youngest sister Maggie desperately trying to clear up a spilled mug of tea and a soggy slice of toast while trying to keep her dressing gown closed. She was the clumsiest of Mum's five kids but the prettiest of the girls which compensated for the havoc she could cause just carrying out a simple task. "Are you alright," I asked groggily but with presence of mind to cover up my 'morning glory' erection. "Yes, something made me jump," she replied keeping her head bowed, "Mum sent this up but you will have to go downstairs now to get your breakfast, I've got to have a shower and get ready!" "Now I'm awake I can give you a lift to work if you are running late," I offered. "Well I wouldn't be if Susan moved her fat arse in the mornings and didn't hog the shower!" she said with no hint of sisterly love, "Can we give my friend Tracey a lift too!" "Yes, no problem," I agreed, "I'll have my shower when I get back, see you downstairs in a little while." I slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms not bothering with boxer shorts and took the cracked mug and soggy toast downstairs to the kitchen. Smiling as I walked into the kitchen I sensed an atmosphere between my sister Susan and mum. "Morning," I said cheerily. "Huh, I don't know why you're so cheerful," moaned my darling little sister. "Have a bad night did we?" I responded trying (and succeeding) to wind her up as I did most mornings when our paths crossed. "Not until mother started moaning at me for getting in late," She spat the words back at me, "She never has a go at you!" "It's because mum loves me more than you," I retorted turning the screw a little more. "I am here you know," said mum, "And I love you all equally. Now Susan, hurry up or you will be even later for work." My sister stomped off upstairs to finish getting ready as I tipped the soggy toast and broken mug in the bin and put the plate in the sink with the other breakfast things. Mum went to put on her rubber gloves to wash-up when I stopped her and said I would do it if she wanted to talk to dad. Kissing me on the cheek I felt her bra-less breasts rub against my arm through the clean cotton nightdress she wore. "Okay, thank you, I was about to take him a cup of tea before you came down," she said, "I take it was Maggie that broke the mug?" "Yes," I said laughing, "I expect we will need a new set of crockery soon!" "Do you want me to get you some more toast?" asked mum. "Don't worry I can look after myself, go and sort dad out," I said plunging my hands into the hot soapy water then taking them quickly out. "Sod that!" I swore as the water burnt my hands. Mum playfully smacked my bum, "Naughty boy, don't swear in front of your mother," then whispered in my ear, "Unless you are fucking her senseless at the time!" Smiling she walked out of the kitchen towards dad's temporary bedroom carrying a cup of tea. He had been sleeping downstairs in what had been the dining room since a fall earlier in the year had dislocated his knee. Whilst he was laid up in bed he suffered from a bladder infection and a recurrence of his prostate problems which two years before had led to my mother seducing me (at his suggestion) leading to a six month affair until he recovered his sexual powers. After he was fit again my mother and I went back to having an almost normal mother - son relationship apart from the odd intimate moment. However over the last few months I had noticed my mother had been trying to keep out of reach probably to keep temptation at bay as she became increasingly sexually frustrated. I had tried to speak to her about but she had just said she was sure everything would be fine soon and that we had promised dad we would not restart our affair. She also urged me to go out and enjoy life with other women as she wanted me to be happy and settled. I was playing back in my mind our encounter earlier that morning feeling an erection forming in my tracksuit bottoms when I felt a hand grip my waist and cuddle me from behind. Thinking it was my mother I half turned with my cock twitching and bulging even more only to realise it was Maggie. "I'm ready," she said as I quickly turned back to avoid embarrassment. "I'm just finishing the dishes," I said quickly, "I'll be a couple of minutes." "Don't worry I'm just going to ring Tracey to tell her we will pick her up around 8.30," Maggie said as she let go of my waist and went over to the phone. As soon as she started speaking on the phone I dried my hands and slipped my hand down the front of my tracksuit bottoms and squeezed the base of my cock until it reduced to a less noticeable size. Maggie was still on the phone when I headed for the front door mouthing that I was going to start the car. I sat outside for another five minutes before Maggie appeared and jumped in the backseat giving my cock more time to shrink to just a "lazy lob". "You took your time you are seeing her in a minute. Not sitting up front?" I asked. "No I want to have a chat with Tracey, it's easier in the back than having to turn around," replied Maggie, "She went for an interview last night for a job at that new nightclub in Epping." "Oh, did she get the job?" I asked feigning interest. "Yes," Maggie said, "And she reckons that I could get a job there too! She has lined up an interview with the manager for tonight before the club opens. We'll also get in for free as she has an induction session for an hour and then can stay and party." "Is this club any good?" I asked as we pulled up outside Tracey's house. "It's the best club around here," enthused Maggie, "Last week we queued for two hours and only just got in. The music is cool, the blokes are all good looking and you have no problem getting drinks brought for you." "If you are a pretty girl, I suppose," I said. "Or if you're a good kisser!" she replied cheekily. She hopped out of the car and tottered up to the front door in 3" high black stiletto sandals which accentuated the sway of her slim hips in her tight skirt. I suddenly found myself wondering if she was wearing tights or stockings which caused my snoozing member to twitch and begin to thicken. "Shit I'm having dirty thoughts about my little eighteen year old sister!" I chastised myself in my mind. Luckily Tracey appeared in an equally tight skirt but hers outlined more lumps and bumps which lowered my ardour. Maggie and Tracey had been best mates since infant school, there was almost a year difference in age Tracey being the older so was approaching her nineteenth birthday. Tracey took after her father in build and looks which as he was a dock worker by trade and appearance was unfortunate added to the fact she had a boxer's flat nose due to a childhood accident. One of my crueller friends had remarked once that he would have preferred her dad in a dress than Tracey. When I had tried to defend her I was accused of only being nice because I wanted to get hold of her enormous tits. To be fair they were an impressive natural F-cup which in those days was a rare sight (I knew because Maggie had asked me to get Tracey some special underwear for her birthday as a present and the only shop which sold that size was near my office in London. It was pleasurable yet embarrassing and expensive experience. I received a lot of attention from the pretty shop assistants and a chance to browse an extraordinary array of woman's sexy lingerie whilst trying to explain Tracey's size and the fact I was buying on my sister's behalf. Expensive because I was persuaded to buy matching items by an attractive large-breasted female assistant this came out of my pocket.) Maggie got in first at the kerb side and shuffled across the back seat hitching her skirt up revealing what I thought was a glimpse of white flesh above a stocking top. Further stirrings began to occur in my tracksuit bottoms then Tracey climbed in and the car sank to one side prompting me to check the suspension on that side of the car when I got home. As I drove the five miles to the Sainsbury's store where Maggie and Tracey worked the girls spoke and giggled in hushed tones. I could only pick out a few words but by the sound if things they were discussing some bloke. When I pulled to a halt outside the employees entrance Maggie leaned over to the front seat and gave me a kiss on the cheek before she got out. To my surprise Tracey did the same but caught the side of my mouth, there was an audible groan from the suspension as she climbed from the car. "Can you pick us up later?" Maggie asked in her pleading little sister voice poking her head through the driver's window. "I don't know yet," I said, "It depends on how long mum and I are at the hospital with dad." "We finish at five-thirty today," Maggie added, "We'll wait until six then get the bus home if you don't make it. But it takes over an hour at that time on a Saturday and we have to be at the club by eight o'clock." "Okay I'll try to get here before six," I said, "But I can't promise!" "Can you give us a lift to the club then?" Maggie persisted. "I expect so, if you're nice to mum and don't break anymore crockery!" I replied laughing. "Thanks, I can promise to be nice to mum but I don't know about the crockery," she giggled and leaned in further and kissed me on the mouth lingering for a second or two more than a normal sisterly kiss which surprised both of us. "No tongues," piped up Tracey and had a fit of the giggles. Maggie flushed red then turned and wiggled away playfully smacking Tracey's arm and whispering conspiratorially. I sat there watching her swaying hips and felt my cock swell and stiffen until they reached the door and went inside without a backwards glance. As I drove home my mind was full of impure thoughts about my youngest sister and speculating whether she was still a virgin. Maggie had never had a steady boyfriend and mum had only reluctantly let her go to parties without some sort of chaperone until she turned eighteen so it was probable she was still innocent. However she seemed to exude a natural innocent sexiness (apart from when she was tired and grumpy first thing on a Saturday morning) that presumably she inherited from mum. By now my cock was throbbing and tenting in the front of my tracksuit bottoms so I took the long way home through the country lanes and pulled over into a clearing near a small wooded area. It was normally used by dog walkers and ramblers as a parking spot so it wouldn't look odd to see a car pulled up. Although it would look odd to see a twenty-one year old man jerking off in his car at quarter past nine on a Saturday morning so I quickly checked that there was no other people around and walked quickly to the tree line and stepped into the undergrowth. I leant back against a tree slipped my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my engorged member and began stroking it slowly. My mind lit up with an image of my mother and Maggie breasts exposed kneeling before me, eyes up turned watching entranced at my strokes and waiting for the eruption of seminal fluid. My strokes quickened as the familiar tightening of my balls preceded a knee trembling ejaculation which spattered spunk over foliage three or four feet away (in my mind it was over the milky white breasts of my mother and sister). I groaned as I milked the last fluid from my softening cock then furtively looked around for onlookers. Luckily I had a couple paper tissues in my pocket to mop up the residue and wrap the tip to prevent a damp spot appearing during the rest of the drive home. It was a more sedate walk back to the car and anyone who saw me emerge from the woods would have assumed I had just nipped in for a pee. My al fresco act had relieved the tension but did not stop my mind churning over the possibilities of me having my youngest sister and my mother. The drive home was quicker than I expected as the early traffic had dissipated and I opened the front door as my mother was just about to climb the stairs. She turned and smiled waiting for me to close the door and meet her at the bottom of the stairs. "I was just going to have a shower," she said, "Did you want me to get you anything to eat, I noticed you left with Maggie before having anything?" I stepped closer and holding her lightly at the waist said, "The only thing I want to eat is you!" "Well I'm off the menu as Susan decided to phone in sick," Mum replied, "She is upstairs probably sleeping off a hangover although she swore blind this morning she had only had a couple of drinks last night." "It could be morning sickness," I said jokingly, "Although it would be a brave man to enter there!" "Don't be so mean," chided mum but with a smile on her face, "Anyway I had a stern talk with her about being careful and she went on the pill." "When was this?" I asked intrigued as I had known Susan was seeing anyone special. "About six months ago when I caught her and Charlie Bennett in the living room," replied mum. "What was she up to?" I asked trying to sound innocent. "Well it's none of your business," said mum, "But she was topless, on her knees with his cock in her mouth when I walked in on them." I laughed out loud, "What did you do?" I asked between giggles. "I suggested she finish off and show him out and I would talk to her in the morning," Mum replied, "Then I left them to it which didn't take long as the front door slammed shut before I was back in my bedroom!" "He probably came to his senses and fled," I said continuing to laugh, "So you weren't impressed?" "Well he wasn't exactly a big boy," said mum plainly, "And her technique wasn't very good!" "So you watched for a while?" I pressed her, "To be able to offer such a critique!" "Only for a short while," mum said shyly, "Just to see if Susan was experienced." "Did you get excited watching?" I asked as my cock was thickening for the umpteenth time this morning. Mum was resting back against the newel post and I ran a hand across the front of her body gently pressing her back then slid my hand between her legs touching her pubic mound through the cotton material of her night dress. Her body responded by tilting her hips to meet my pressure. "Not here, not now," she breathed, "Susan might come out of her room!" I kissed her mouth then removed my hand, "I love you mum and want to make love to you!" "You'll have to wait, I haven't spoken about to your dad yet," she replied lowering her eyes from mine, "The hospital rang as you left to put back his appointment until one o'clock and he wasn't best pleased so I didn't want to ask him then." Suddenly regretting pushing my mum to fast I said, "It's okay I suppose the wait will make it even better." I kissed her again and gave her bum a cheeky squeeze, "Go and have your shower and I'll settle for toast and marmite!" Mum smiled and seemed relieved then turned and slowly went upstairs. As I made some breakfast I absentmindedly I massaged my cock through my tracksuit bottoms in an attempt to ease my erection. I went up to my room after finishing my food and waited until I heard mum leave the bathroom and enter her bedroom closing the door firmly behind her. Realising this was not the best time to speak I headed for the shower to clean up after the numerous emissions overnight and this morning. ******** After showering and changing into jeans and a clean tee-shirt (I had noticed a dried spunk stain on the bottom of the one I had worn earlier) I settled down headphones on to listen to some music in my room. The first side of the vinyl album finished and I heard raised voices downstairs so I poked my head out of my door and shouted out, "Are you okay Mum?" "Don't you butt in," screamed Susan, "This is between me and mum!" "Don't yell at your brother like that!" warned mum. I started down the stairs anyway unable to stop myself taking an opportunity to further wind-up Susan. "It's always being nice to Sean or Maggie!" spat Susan at mum, "What about me? You don't care about my feelings. You love him so much you would think he was your toy-boy not your son!" "Don't you dare speak to me like that," replied mum. "I don't care anyway," screamed Susan now in full flow, "Just don't expect me to like him you stupid old bitch!" I reached the bottom of the stairs as Susan finished her sentence and saw mum's face redden. Then unfortunately for Susan she raised her hand as if to lash out at mum. Before her hand came forward I had crossed the hallway and caught her wrist twisting her arm behind her back making her squeal with pain. I spun Susan around and saw the terror in her face as she realised she had gone too far. "Don't hurt her!" cried out mum making me relax my grip then let Susan's arm go. Susan stepped away from me rubbing her arm and looked like she was about to say something when mum spoke again, "Susan, I suggest you go to Brighton as you planned, maybe you will think about what I said!" Mum suddenly seemed very calm but as Susan walked to the front door and picked up a small vanity case I saw a teardrop roll down mum's face. This turned into a flood of tears as the front door closed behind my departing sister. I pulled mum close letting her cry into my chest not speaking, then from the dining room door dad called out, "Beth what was the noise all about?" Mum wiped her face on my tee-shirt and pushed away from me and went to my dad saying, "Just Susan acting up again, come on it's time to get you ready to go!" In the car dad appeared to be in pain from his knee and back but appeared more upbeat than of late as he seemed to convince himself this stay in hospital would put him back on his feet properly. Mum was silent in the back of the car for most of the way only responding to the odd direct question. By two o'clock dad was in his bed and having a chat to the nurses waiting for the doctor to arrive for an initial examination. "Sean take your mother for a cup of tea," Dad ordered, "I'll be fine here with these fine young ladies to look after me!" One of the nurses looked up, "Sean is a good Irish name," she said with a soft Irish lilt to her voice. The older of the two nurses spoke to dad, "He's a handsome boy, takes after his father." Substitute for Dad Ch. 02 Mum said with a smile on her face, "Let's leave your father to his flirting and you can buy me a cake to go with the tea. We'll be back when the doctor has been in to see you." We walked out of the ward in silence then in the corridor mum clasped my arm and held on to me as we made our way to the cafeteria. Mum settled in a corner table looking out of the window while I bought the tea and cakes. "Penny for them," I said when I got to the table. "I'm just trying to think what to do about Susan," said Mum. "Let her stew," I said nonchalantly. "Why are you so nasty to Susan?" she asked, "When you were small you got on fine!" "That was until she began picking on Maggie," I replied. "I know Susan could be jealous sometimes but she wasn't nasty to Maggie," stated Mum. "Not whilst you were watching, but as soon as you turned your back she would start," I said, "So the rest of us made sure she didn't get go over the top." "What do you mean?" asked mum not seeming to understand. "Well you remember when I pushed Susan in the rose bushes when I was about seven or eight?" I said. Mum nodded, "When you threw her four feet into the roses! I gave you a real smacking for that! After I calmed your mad Irish temper!" "I remember that smacking," I said smiling, "Anyway Susan had taken a bamboo garden cane and tried to hit Maggie's backside saying she was playing schools and Maggie had been a naughty girl. So I stopped her and tried to take the cane off her, but she swiped across my ear and that's when the mist came down. I don't even remember picking Susan up and throwing her just your voice calming me down." Mum looked aghast then said "I'm sorry I smacked you now. Why didn't you tell me?" "Davy and Lizzie made me promise not to say anything as it was about the time Jeannie died and they said we shouldn't upset you and Dad," I said quietly (Jeannie was our half-sister from Dad's first marriage). We sat silently for a moment then to lighten the mood I said, "Maybe I liked getting my bum smacked too!" This made mum smile, "Perhaps we can experiment sometime," she laughed, "I might enjoy it too!" A woman sitting a couple of tables down stared at us so I said, "Drink up I think that woman might have overheard us." "I don't care," Mum replied placed her hand on mine, "I love you and if I want you to spank me I don't mind what anyone thinks!" The woman got up and moved to another table out of ear shot as my mother sat and slowly sipped her tea with a slight smirk on her face. I shook my head in disbelief and eat my cake and drained the cup of tea. Mum seemed to be staring at me while she finished her drink then she asked, "Why have you suddenly become so horny?" If I had still been drinking my tea I would have spat it out, "What do you mean?" "Well coming to my bed last night, in the hallway this morning and if I'm not mistaken when you were out dropping Maggie at work!" she said, "I could smell your semen when you came in!" I reddened, "Well I haven't been with anyone for a couple of months and seeing you last night just made it worse!" Mum looked deeply at me again, "You were horny before you came to my bed, so what happened on the way home?" How she knew I don't know but I told her about taking Jessica home and watching her with Heather. "Why didn't you take her up on her offer, she sounds a fairly open minded girl?" said mum with a sly grin on her face. "She was very drunk and I wasn't sure that she would be so open-minded in the morning," I confessed. "I suggest you see if the offer is still there when she is sober," advised mum, "Even if it isn't love I expect she will give you a good time." Then she continued, "That was last night, so what set you off when you dropped Maggie off?" "Just thinking of you," I lied. "Hmm, Maggie's a really lovely looking girl," mused mum, "Are you sure it was just me?" My cheeks flushed a deeper red, "Of course it was just you!" I tried to insist. Mum smiled and squeezed my hand, "You can't help it if you're attracted to Maggie too, and it's my fault for making you give into your feelings!" "I won't do anything," I promised, "I just want you that way." "What if she wants you to?" asked mum. I didn't know how to respond and remained silent trying not to look mum in the eyes like a little boy again until she pulled my chin up, "Just promise me you will let her make the move, but it will be okay with me if you teach her like I taught you. I know I have to share you with other women at sometime if I want to hear the patter of tiny grandchildren." "Do you really want grandchildren yet? You're still too young to be a grandma!" I said finally to try to deflect the conversation. "Young enough to have more babies of my own?" said mum unexpectedly. "Yes," I said, "But I didn't think dad wanted you to have anymore?" "We'll see when he gets better," she mused, "Let's be getting back the doctor should be finished by now." When we got back the doctor was still with dad but asked my mum to sit with them so she understood what was going to happen. I took a stroll out to the small side garden where patients could go to get fresh air while they talked. Just after the doctor left mum drew the curtains around dad's bed so I remained where I was until she came out and spoke to the nursing sister. We said our goodbyes to dad and headed out to the car park. Mum was quiet and thoughtful in the car as we crawled along in traffic through the country lanes but I left her alone and concentrated on the time. I pulled down a narrow country lane used as a short cut and came out near the parking spot I had used in the morning. A smile came to my face as I pulled out on to the main road. "What's so funny?" asked mum, I didn't realise she had been looking at me. "Nothing," I tried to lie but mum followed my eyes in the direction of the parking spot. "Pull in," she commanded, "I need to talk to you." Quickly indicating I swung into the entrance and parked the car near the tree line. Mum turned to me and said, "Don't you want to know what your father said?" "I thought you would tell me in your own time," I replied, "I didn't want to put pressure on you." "Let's go for a walk," suggested mum, "We haven't gone for a walk in the woods since you were all teenagers." I checked my watch thinking about picking up Maggie and Tracey, "Okay but I promised Maggie I would try to get back at half past five to pick her up." "It's not far from here, is it?" said mum, "You we can go straight there after we have had a chat!" We strolled over to the gap in the fence which led to the forest path, I recognised the tree I had leant against earlier and smiled again. Mum caught me smiling yet again and her intuition kicked in. "So you came here this morning," said mum, "Literally I guess, show me where," she continued. I led her to the tree and helped her step through the foliage so we were out of sight of the path. "Show me what you did," mum ordered. "What if anyone comes along?" I protested. "It didn't stop you this morning," she responded reaching for the zip on my jeans, "I'll help you get it out and hard." I groaned but didn't resist and neither did my cock as it was almost fully erect by the time mum had freed it and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down. I leant back against the tree and began to stroke my cock slowly in front of my mother. She leaned in and whispered in my ear while still watching my strokes, "Baby boy what were you thinking about when you did it this morning?" "You mum," I murmured. "What was I doing?" she whispered again. "You were kneeling in front of me with your titties out waiting for me to come on you!" I moaned. Mum sank to her knees and began to unbutton her blouse exposing her breasts clad in a white silky bra. With expertise she managed to shed her bra and fully exposed her breasts to me as I stroked faster. Her hand moved between her legs as she watched and waited for me to ejaculate. I felt my orgasm building and gasped, "Oh mum, I'm going to come on your tits!" "Yes baby boy splash mummies' titties," she moaned, "And don't forget Maggie's!" "Shit," I groaned as I shot my load over her tits at the sound of my sister's name. I looked down at my mother's grinning face which had caught some of the blast then she leant forward and took my dripping member in her mouth and milked the last drops of semen. I was beginning to get hard again when I lifted mum's head away from my groin. "It's your turn to come now," I said softly helping her to stand I went to pull her close for a kiss when she stopped me. "Take your tee-shirt off," she said, "You can't have come stains on it when we pick up Maggie!" Smiling I lifted the shirt over my head and hung it on a small branch beside mum's bra and blouse. We embraced kissing deeply and squashing my seed between us. I shuffled us around so that mum was now leaning against the tree then slowly kissed her skin tracing down from her neck across her come covered breasts to the waistband of her skirt. Mum reached behind and unclasped the skirt and pulled it up slowly revealing her stocking clad legs. I sank to my knees and kissed the exposed soft white flesh of her thighs above her stocking tops. Mum was rubbing her clitoris through the silk material of her cami-knickers gradually pulling the gusset to one side exposing her trimmed brunette pubic hair. Reaching up I hooked my fingers into her knickers and pulled the material aside to fully expose her pussy lips. Mum spread her fingers allowing her swollen clitoris to show through inviting my mouth to kiss it. I sucked her button in to my mouth and ran my tongue around it making her pant and push forward trying to get further into my mouth. "Oh baby boy, make your mummy come!" she begged. Placing one hand behind her I pulled in tight and slid two fingers from my free hand deep into her pussy making her groan. A few more thrusts of my tongue and fingers elicited a loud moan which if someone had heard would have made them come running. Mum seemed to keep coming on my tongue for ages before she had to push my head back. Her breath was rasping but she managed to say, "Are you hard again baby?" I didn't reply but just stood up and took her hand and wrapped it around my stiff to bursting cock. "Do it to me here baby," Mum demanded. "I don't have any rubbers," I said, "I'll pull out when I'm close!" "No baby it's a safe time of the month, I want to feel you come inside me, please!" she begged again pulling my cock towards her sopping pussy. I had to lift my 5' 2" mother up as she positioned the engorged head of my cock at her entrance. As soon as it engaged she pushed her body down against my hands and took me deep in one thrust. "Oh yes baby, I've wanted to feel you deep in again me for so long," she groaned as her mouth sought mine. I managed to say, "Mum I love you so much!" Then her tongue was in my mouth and she thrust herself up and down fucking my cock for all she was worth whilst I held her in the air. I couldn't tell how many times she came but her pussy muscles were in spasm over and over again as she bounced. I held back for as long as I could then I pressed her back against the tree gripped her bum tightly and came again and again deep inside her body my whole body rigid and neck muscles straining. We slumped against the tree as my limp cock slipped from mum's pussy breathing heavily until she smiled and gasped, "I desperately need to pee!" "So do I," I replied laughing as I turned around and aimed a long stream of urine into the bushes spraying from side to side. "Oh god, you used to do that when I potty trained you," Mum laughed as she slipped off her damp knickers, held her skirt high and squatted a few feet away. I watched fascinated as mum pee'd into a pile of leaves on the forest floor, I had never seen a woman pee al fresco. Mum noticed me looking and laughed again. "Does it turn you on watching me wee on the floor?" she asked jokingly. My cock jerked involuntarily in my hand as the last of my urine splashed on the floor, "Maybe something else we could include in our love making!" "I don't think so," Mum said mopping her pussy with a handkerchief, "Too smelly and messy!" "Now be a good boy and get dressed or Maggie will be waiting for us!" she added. When we emerged from the trees I noticed that mum had a leaf stuck in her hair and was just taking it out when an estate car pulled in to the car park. A couple got out of the car and released two Labrador dogs from the back. The woman was watching us as her husband fiddled with the dog's leads. Mum turned to me and pressed her mouth to mine pushing her tongue out. I opened my mouth to accept her tongue as the woman frowned and looked away. Mum broke the kiss smiled at me then walked around to the passenger door of the car. I opened mum's door and she deliberately flashed her stocking tops at me as she sat down. When I got in and started the car mum slipped her hand into my lap making my cock twitch. "You'll make me hard again if you keep doing that," I said but not removing her hand as I concentrated of pulling out on to the road. "I wonder what Maggie will think when she gets in the car with us smelling of sex and you sporting a big hard cock?" said mum out loud. "If she has your intuition she will know exactly what we have been doing," I said, "But I think she is too innocent to know what sex smells like!" "Yes," said mum, "But she might want to find out from you!" "Why do you think she would want her brother to teach her?" I asked. "You are dense sometimes," said mum, "Haven't you noticed her watching you all the time and flirting?" "Not really," I replied truthfully. "You must have noticed how she has been dressing lately?" asked mum. "Yes, but that doesn't mean it's for my benefit!" I said. "She only does it when she knows you are going to be about or going to give her a lift somewhere," Mum insisted, "Also she has been peeking in your room first thing in the morning when you're asleep, no doubt to have a look at your cock. Which I must say is always at attention when I bring you a cup of tea in the morning." "Maybe that's why she dropped the mug this morning," I said suddenly realising what had made Maggie jump. Mum just smiled then pointed across the road to the car park of the supermarket, "There she is perhaps we should ask her?" said mum squeezing my cock playfully. I pulled in to where Maggie was standing and she climbed in the car. She turned to mum and kissed her cheek before putting on her seat belt. "It smells musky in here," Maggie said. "It must be the pollen from the fields," Mum lied in reply, "We had the windows open as we drove over here." "Did you have to come straight here from the hospital?" Maggie asked. "Yes, darling," replied mum, "Sean said he had promised to pick you up so I told him I would come along for the ride." "Where's Tracey?" I asked. "Oh her cousin Charlie came in, so she got a lift home on the back of his scooter," replied Maggie adding, "But she still needs a lift to the club with us later!" "So you and your brother are off clubbing tonight, leaving me all alone?" Mum asked pretending to be disappointed. "No," said Maggie, "Just me and Tracey, Sean is giving us a lift. Besides he wouldn't like this club as it doesn't sell real beer and everyone is young!" "Cheers," I said smiling, "Don't worry mum I'll keep you company." "Well if you are going to stay in you could pick us up later," suggested Maggie in a pleading younger sister voice. "That's not fair," Mum piped up, "Your brother might be tired; he was working late last night he doesn't want to wait up until all hours just to pick you up!" "We are only staying until 11:30," whined Maggie, "Tracey needs to be home by midnight!" "Will she turn into a pumpkin if she's late?" I joked which just got me a punch on my arm from a pouting Maggie. "Don't worry mum, I'll pick up my darling little sister," I said, "As long as she is nice to you and gets you breakfast in bed tomorrow!" "Okay, deal," piped up Maggie. "I'm not sure if I have enough crockery left for that!" Mum said smiling, "Well it looks like you have got your own way again young lady!" We drove home with Maggie animatedly telling mum about her day and the prospect of getting a permanent job in the club. As soon as we arrived home Maggie shot upstairs to wash and get ready to for the night and I followed mum into the kitchen and cuddled her while she filled the kettle and put the oven on. Mum turned to face me and kissed me full on the lips then said, "I was hoping Maggie would get someone else to give her a lift back so we could spend longer together!" "I'll be back by half past eight so we will have three hours together before I need to pick her up," I said soothingly, "And you want her home safe!" "Yes, baby boy," Mum said, "Of course you're right! Besides she may go straight to sleep when you get back and you can come and visit me again." ************* Banging and clattering could be heard upstairs as Maggie moved from bathroom to bedroom. Mum called up the stairs, "Maggie come and have something to eat before you get dressed!" "I'm not hungry and I haven't got time," Maggie shouted back down. "You're not going drinking on an empty stomach young lady!" Mum shouted back, "It's only beans on toast so you aren't going to be full up!" More clattering and banging then Maggie swept down the stairs into the kitchen with a blue silk robe covering her underwear. She sat down and attacked the food in front of her in true Mahony style wolfing the beans down. "Slow down, you'll choke," Mum warned, "And why are you wearing my best dressing gown?" Maggie just grinned and bit into a piece of toast and exaggerated slowly chewing, "I'm only borrowing it, and I like the feel of the material." "Please be careful with it, you know your brother brought it for my birthday," said mum almost pleading. "Well I suppose it shows he has some taste sometimes," replied Maggie cheekily, "I'll be careful!" With that she pushed her chair back catching the hem of the robe on the leg tugging the material from her shoulders and off her arms as she stood up. Mum and I stared at Maggie's body clad in a black silk teddy with under-wired cups that pushed up her B-cup breasts and high cut leg that curved neatly over her hips and hugged her tight bum. To top off the look Maggie's legs were clad in sheer black hold-up stockings with lacy tops. "Margaret Mary Mahony," said Mum using Maggie's full name, "You don't think you are going out dressed like that!" She added indignantly. "Mother I am a grown-up and I will be wearing a skirt and blouse over the top!" Maggie retorted, "Besides I like the feel of the material and it gives me confidence in my appearance," she added sounding like an article from Marie Claire magazine. "Sean, tell her she should put on some sensible underwear!" said mum seemingly unusually flustered. "Margaret Mary you'll catch your death in those!" I said laughing at my mum's sudden prudishness. Mum looked at me despairingly, "It is not funny Sean, and she shouldn't go out looking so obvious!" "Mum, Maggie is growing up and I'm sure she doesn't intend to be showing her scanties to everyone unless it is by a clumsy accident," I said adding, "So on second thoughts perhaps you had better go change!" There was a pause while we waited for mum to say something but she just untangled her robe thought for a moment and handed it to Maggie.