1 comments/ 103394 views/ 13 favorites A Slight Bulge By: Nettles7069 Going to one of my local pubs one afternoon after work, getting my pint and sagging into one of the very comfortable couches the pub provided, I gazed round the pub. It was unusual for the area of London it was in, being a pub mainly of ordinary working people, retirees, young, middle aged and with an unusual mix of men and women. It was not dominated by men intent on getting loud and drunk to impress. The pub has a long interior with plenty of places to sit and it was fairly crowded that afternoon. I glanced round as usual scanning everybody. My eye fastened on one woman sitting at a table facing the silent TV that gave all the details on the lower part of the screen, thereby ensuring the pub's policy of it being a place for people to actually talk as opposed to being overwhelmed by music or TV. She was idly watching the screen whilst sipping a large white wine. She was sitting on a high chair matched by a similarly high table. At right angles to me I had a sideways view of her from where I sat slightly to her right. This enabled me to see her face as well as take in her body. I was sitting below her on the sofa about 10 feet away. I had an unimpeded view of her. She quickly scanned me and went back to viewing the silent TV. What did I first notice about her which drew my increasingly avid attention? Because I had a sideways view of her the first thing I noticed was her bra. Wearing a semi transparent light cream blouse revealed easily the outline of her bra. It was the strap folding round her body holding her full breasts that struck me. The tightness of the bra on her grabbed my attention. From where I sat I viewed a strap at least two inches in depth at the side that did the job for which they were made. She obviously needed such a bra to support such a load. However the bra was quite tight. The effect was to create a slight bulge above and below the strap where it met her back and side. My eyes were drawn to that bulge. Was the bra just a touch on the tight side for her? A glance at her front revealed her breasts well supported. The blouse was front buttoned up to her neck but because of its diaphanous nature the effect was very arousing and revealing, though at the front her blouse was patterned making it less transparent. I was completely taken by the bulge. I couldn't fathom why but it stirred me below. Below the raised table I gazed at a black skirt tight against crossed legs. What appeared to be stockings, emphasised firm calves and mid-high heels in black. I was taken by this view unimpeded by other drinkers and as I was sitting below her giving me easy access to my eye. She was deeply arousing. She glanced round the pub again, suddenly conscious at some level that she was under observation. Without giving me eye contact she clocked that I was scanning her. Her attention went to the silent TV again. A moment later she recrossed her legs so that her leg furthest from me she placed across her leg. This gave me a better view of the creased thigh and stocking tops. I had a glimpse of white flesh confirming the stockings. She continued watching the TV. Another quick scan of where my eyes were. This time I did not divert away from where I was gazing. Eyes back to TV. But a very slight smile on her face and a further sip of wine. My eyes back to that bulge. Another scan. TV and more of a smile. I am completely stiff and glad that my pants can contain it. I am aware now that I am the subject of inspection. I do not make eye contact. Am aware that eyes are all over me. I make a decision. In the couch I widen my legs at my knees giving a message that could be ambiguous or not. I am the one glancing sideways at the TV now. I look up and catch her looking between my thighs at my crotch. She quickly moves focus to my eyes and then away again to the TV. We have a connection. What to do with it? She picks up her glass with her left hand. A wedding ring is revealed. So, that had never put me off. I needed more encouragement in order not to be seen to be pushy. This pattern of erratic glances continued for about ten minutes. Neither of us had lost interest. She then sank back the remainder of the glass as had I. I took the chance. Getting up and moving to the bar via her, I got her attention by my sudden movement, smiled and asked if she would like a further glass. She responded and agreed and gave me her requested wine. At the bar I was internally shaking and raising my adrenaline level as I gave the order. The time it took felt interminable – but a minute, as no one else was waiting. Returning she thanked me smiling. I asked if she would like to join me if she was not accompanied. Confirming my suggestion, I asked if she would like to join me on the couch or for me to join her. She seemed pleased to join me on the couch. I sat on her left quite close but giving her space too. We quickly conversed and made easy connection. We soon established that we were regulars; she had seen me there before with a woman. I had not seen her before. Her husband usually accompanied her and they tended to sit at the back of the bar in a separate room. He was away working and this was the first time for her on her own. How did she feel about that? Some trepidation but so far so good. Why the trepidation? I didn't know how I would feel. And now? "Well, if I'm frank, I didn't think I would attract any attention, but I have seemed to." "And do you like attracting attention?" "I'm not sure." "Can you say?" "Well if I'm honest I'm not sure of your motives." "What do you think are my motives?" "This is getting a bit embarrassing." "Do you want me to change the subject or sit elsewhere?" "Oh no. It's just that I noticed how you were looking at me or rather where you were looking at me." Without asking her to specify, I asked her, "Did you like where I looked at you?" She blushed at that. "I think so." "Good." Pausing, I then responded, "So what do you think are my motives?" "You may possibly be attracted to me." "And so?" "I'm very flattered." "Good, cos I am." It was my turn to blush a little. We smiled at each other going quiet after that rather intense interaction. "Would you like me to say what I found attractive about you?" Warming to me, "Yes I would like that." I then conveyed to her how my eyes scanned the pub clientele and how I found myself focusing on her. I recalled how I felt in a good position to be able to look at her and how I liked what I saw. I knew I had to tread with care so as not to offend as she was no spring lamb but was mature in years, say 50. Sitting sideways to me I said how delicious she looked in that blouse, that being semi transparent was very appealing. Then I grasped the nettle and told her what had got to me. I had nothing to lose. "Actually it was your bra that attracted my attention. "Oh dear, the fact they are so large eh?" "Well no." Then I explained how the bra at her side under her arm swelled slightly above and below the strap. She was silent and looked away from me then, "You found my strap against me attractive then?" "Very." "Not fat?" "Not at all. You have a very slight plumpness that I find very appealing. I think you are lovely and dare I say it, very sexy looking." She blushed but smiled, looking even more attractive and sexual to me. "I admire your forthrightness even if it does take me aback." "Can I be even more forthright then?" "Sure." "I just love stockings." "You are observant." "It wasn't difficult when you were sitting over there. You like wearing them?" "Yes." "Why?" "That's personal. But if you must know I find them healthier. And, and, I, err know they are a turn on." "They certainly are and they are for me right now." "Would you like another beer? I think it's my turn." She rose to get the drinks, walking to the bar and affording me a lovely view of her rear. The skirt emphasised her hips and the cheeks of her arse which were quite pronounced as her skirt tucked back under meeting her thighs. On her return she smiled as I took her in enjoying her shape. As she got near me I could make out her suspenders doing the job of gartering her stockings. Stiff making. I was relieved I was stationary. "I'm Denise by the way." "Ian." "So were you hoping to get attention when you came here?" "I hadn't thought that through." "And now?" "I guess so." "Well I didn't expect to do so, but I'm pleased it's happened." We continued in mutual warmth and increasingly relaxed with each other through our drinks. I had three pints which is usually enough on an empty stomach. I started wondering how to continue this play we were engaging in, when she said, "That's enough for me" when I asked her if she wanted another. "I like you Ian but wonder where we go from here." "Mutual on my part Denise. I know I would like to see more of you," ambiguity virtually shouting itself. "What are you doing for food?" "I hadn't thought that through." "I could rustle up something." "Really, that would be great." "I'm not far from here." "Taxi on me?" "Fine." We left the pub and I hailed a taxi immediately. Denise gave her address. We stopped at a block of flats and ascended the lift to the 3rd floor. We had not spoken much once out of the taxi but walked a little uncomfortably to the lift, where we were very conscious of each other's presence. We were not touching in anyway and I wondered if we had gone cold on each other. I had become rather shy. I couldn't determine where she was coming from. Once inside, she flung off her coat and asked if I would like a drink whilst she put some food together. I announced I wasn't in a hurry. She visibly relaxed and went into the kitchen bringing back a bottle of red wine suggesting I open it if I was fine with red. As I opened it she collapsed on the couch with one arm over the armrest and her still heeled feet on a small stool. I poured the wine and sat on the couch next to her, facing her, enjoying her in her relaxed state which I put down to the wine she had in the pub as well as being in familiar surroundings. We established we were both married, had two children each, mine still at home, hers left the nest. Pause. "So who is the woman in the pub I've seen you with a few times then?" "My mother." "Really? She looked in good shape. She looked more like a good catch to me." "What are you saying Denise?" "You both looked familiar with each other for her to be your Mother." "We just get on really well together. It is possible you know. Not all sons are distant from their mothers." She didn't look convinced, but I was not going there given how little I actually knew her. She crossed her legs toward me and in doing so revealed more thigh and just another sight of flesh. She responded, "Your staring at me again Ian." "May I? "I'm not telling you to stop." At the same time she reciprocated my viewing of her with gazes at me. I watched her scan me over. She had obviously seen my hard pressing against my denims. I ran my eyes over her breasts. She smiled and then laughed at my taking them in. "You like them don't you?" "Very much Denise. Do you?" "I love them, I always have done. I can't stand women who decry their breasts unless they are so huge they are a physical strain. Ian I liked what you said about me admiring my plumpness. I have been cautious about it worrying about going to fat but you reassured me I wasn't, at least I hope that's what you meant?" "I did mean that." Intuitively I then posed a question. "Denise I sense that you haven't done this before?" "What?" "Invited a man back to your flat who isn't your partner?" "No. Why do you ask that?" "Cos you're being very open with me." "I like you that's why and I think I trust you." "Thank you." I put my hand out near her, inviting her to take it. She regarded me and slipped her hand over mine. We dallied then I clasped her fingers in mine. "I think you decided to invite me back before I even thought through it all Denise." "Yes I did. When I saw you at the pub first I felt wonderful you were looking me over. It's a long time since I felt that or even noticed it." "Or wanted to notice it." "I suppose so. I didn't suppose we could have gone round to your place Ian. I imagine that either your family are there or you may be staying at your Mother's." "The latter actually." "She seemed a bit like she would resent anyone else Ian." I said nothing but she had a point. I just couldn't tell her about my true relationship with her, at least not yet. "Let's get back to you Denise." At the same time I released my hand from hers and gently stroked her bare arm. She tensed slightly and then relaxed as I moved slowly back and forth up to her upper arm where it met her blouse. "I'm not sure about this Ian." "This?" "You know, you touching me. What will it lead to?" "Only what you want Denise." I then moved the back of my hand to her cheek and stroked it lightly. She didn't stop me. More confident, I moved to her neck and tucked under her hair which fell to her shoulder. She did not demur but looked right at me and then sighed and closed her own. I now had the freedom of her face neck, shoulder and arm. I moved my other hand to the other side of her neck and stroked her there. Her head rested on the back of the couch. I moved that hand down over her chest reaching her furthest breast and rested on her initial curve and paused there. Sliding slowly I cupped my breast over her nipple. Even though it was a strong bra I could just make out the stiffness there. Rubbing my hand over the spot I increased the pressure and gave it a gently squeeze so she would be very aware of my action. She suddenly put her hand over mine. "I shouldn't be letting you do this." "But you are." Denise didn't respond. I sat back from her. She wasn't sure how I had taken her remark. She looked uncertain of me. I reacted intuitively. I went to sit in the armchair immediately opposite her but still very near. She thought I was put off by her. However I said I just wanted to look at her. A faint smile slightly reassured her. "You look edible Denise and luscious." She just beamed. Saying warming things was apparently not the norm to hear for her or so it seemed. "Denise open your legs." Hesitation and doubt at the nature of my demand. How would she respond? Slowly she opened her legs revealing the darker part of her stockings. I smiled enjoying the view, shifting my eyes between hers and her thighs. She was very engaged with my change in behaviour. "Wider." She reached the limit of parting her legs without hitching her skirt up. I continued switching my eyes between hers and her thighs. Slowly she hitched her skirt further up her thighs beyond her stockings until pure white flesh revealed as well as a hint of panties. Denise was able to expose her thighs and panties to my view. It was such an erotic interchange. "Open your blouse." Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse from the high neck down toward her breasts. She stopped midway. "Go on." Unbuttoning down to her waist and pulling the remaining ends from her skirt, she pulled the blouse to either side of her voluminous bra. I stroked my hardon in front of her. I now had a view of her cleavage and slightly swollen breasts against her bra as well as tufts of hair emanating from her panties. Denise waited expectantly for further instructions. "Masturbate." "Oh my God." But she moved her right hand down to her crotch and proceeded to rub her cunt over her panties. "Pull them aside and do it." I watched in fascination, still surprised by her submitting to my instructions. I started to rub my hardon again as she delicately stroked her own cunt and clit wet with her own fluids. "Play with your nipples as well." She went along with me without complaint lifting her right nipple from the confines of her bra revealing hard brown stiffened tightness to my view. Denise became concentrated on herself as she flipped her fingers between her wet lips and clit in rhythmic sweeps and squeezed her nipple in unison with her other hand. Unzipping myself I pushed my denims and pants down to release my prick from its confines at the same time as reaching for my lubricant from my jacket nearby, (kept conveniently for my porn club outings). Denise watched as I poured enough over my stiffness. Once I had the smoothness all over my prick I continued to give her my concentration. Denise let her head rest on the back of the couch whilst getting her other nipple out to cross caress. We both were now wanking in unison enjoying each other's pleasure. "Finger your arse Denise." "You filthy bastard Ian, what a dirty mind." Nevertheless she proceeded to respond to my order and took her wet index finger to her sphincter and pushed it against herself whilst moving her other hand from her nipples to her cunt to take up the gap. She actually switched hands doing this as her right hand was obviously the dextrous clit handler. Denise was in full flow now, uninhibited and shameless in her movements pushing her finger just inside her dark bud. I took another chance. "Lick it." Knowing which finger I meant she lifted her index finger from her arse and offered it to me instead. I moved forward offering her my mouth. She made me move toward her more so that I could reach her. She made the final push and slipped between my lips into my mouth. She was clean but gave off a slight tang to my tastebuds. She smiled smugly pleased that I hadn't jibbed at her demand. I sat back after giving her my tongue in her mouth to show our relish for each other. We were well matched. We resumed wanking as I bid her to cum whilst being watched. She closed her eyes again as she increased the pace of rubbing. She became very intense in herself. Still in her heels and stockings her thighs widened and stretched out stiff to the floor. Her hand was now working between her nipples and the other flipping from her vagina to her clit in light fast movements. "Oh my God Ian you shit I'm close for fuck sake. Ian I'm cuming. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh Ian I fucking want you I'm there oh, Ian yes, yes, yesss." Her hips lifted from the couch in a total spasm as she went right over in her cum. As she was in the throws I got up and stood over her wanking myself to the same point. I was ready. I hung back until she opened her eyes. Recognising what I was going to do she murmured, "yes Ian yes." I came all over her face, mouth and breasts as I spewed myself over a very willing Denise. I collapsed next to her. We lay next to each other, my cum still on her face. She moved toward my mouth with hers. I kissed her pushing my tongue in her mouth and picking up my spunk to load it into her mouth. She swallowed. We sank back into the couch and held each other close. "I didn't realise I was like that Ian." A Slight Bulge Ch. 02 (Readers may wish to read, 'Connecting With Mother' after reading this chapter.) * We came down slowly from our highs with Denise lying back in my chest with her bra still on but her nipples just protruding. I was casually caressing her breast with my hand dipping into her filled bra. "Ian our time is nearly up. He will be home soon." "Would you like to get together again Denise?" "I think that we are going to definitely Ian, don't you?" "When?" "I am next free on Wednesday next." "Same place, same time?" "You're on." We were very warm with each other but said little by way of reflection, on our afternoon. I left her flat about nine in the evening and went home realising that we had not had the food she had promised. I arrived home famished, relieved that Mum was out for the evening. Putting together some leftovers I ate in the kitchen, and then went to bed to watch TV. I heard her come in about 11.30 as I had just put out the light. She must have been surprised I wasn't in her bed waiting. I wanted to be alone to savour the evening with Denise. She came into my room in just her nightie and sat quietly on my bed slowly pulling back the sheet. I let her know I was awake but conveyed the impression of being tired. She slowly began to stroke my prick, despite my mild protestations. "Don't worry Ian I shan't require you to exert yourself, just relax and take." Freed of obligation I gave in completely to her fondling. Once hard, she moved her face down to me and kissed my lips. I had not washed. She said nothing. She moved down my body to my groin and entrapped me in her mouth. I wasn't clean there either but only had a few remnants of dried cum left from an overflow. As she increased her pace she moved one hand to her crotch and started wanking herself taking moisture from her cunt to her clit and rubbing vigorously as she got in rhythm with her sucking. She knew I was relishing this indulgence. As I was taking some time, she moved up on the bed beside me and asked me to turn toward her so that she could wank and suck me and masturbate herself more easily. She suddenly went into spasm as she orgasmed and stiffened. I held her tight as she came. She slowly resumed her suck, now with both hands, having sat up to get more purchase. She must have realised I was harder work than usual. Suddenly I spasmed and came in her mouth. I loved what she had done to me. For the first time she started to kiss and tongue me. She must have thought it a punishment for she started to transfer my spunk from her mouth to mine, having previously swallowed. I accepted it rather than remonstrating and I swallowed, something I had never done in my life. "You've dropped your load earlier this evening, I think Ian." I did not reply. She just hugged me and kissed me goodnight. I fell asleep immediately. Next morning I wondered how Mum would feel about Denise and if she would cope. I decided not to go there unless she asked me about my earlier load. Next Wednesday, I left work at the same early time to get to the pub by 4pm. I scanned the pub and saw Denise in the same seat as I had found her previously. It had rained and I wore a raincoat. It was also slightly colder than the previous week. Denise had on an off the shoulder black woollen top that showed off her white shoulders and nice cleavage. Wearing the same skirt and heels she sat in the same high chair and table. She hadn't seen me. I saw she had a near full glass and went to get myself pint of beer. It was early so there was plenty of space. I went to the couch and gave her my attention and a ready smile. She saw me, looking briefly crestfallen in case I was ignoring her, then smiled in response. I beckoned her to the couch. With my eyes on her she turned in the chair with her wine and coat to join me. As she did so she opened her thighs to step off the chair. She looked intently at me as she moved. My eyes went to her open thighs. Beautiful. I was treated to her cunt enveloped in her pubic hair. I knew then that we were following on from our previous vein of heightened desire for each other. Sitting next to me I did a double take as I regarded her chest. Gone was the blouse buttoned to the neck in favour of the black top open to a black bra that tipped her cleavage in my face. The fullness was enticing. "Is that meant for me? "Well I like it too, but I did have you in mind when I decided to wear it. You seem to like it though." "I could kiss and lick you there now." "No one's looking." So I did and leant forward and licked her breasts directly at the cleavage. She placed her hand behind my head and pressed me against her. Apparently it attracted attention so I leaned back without looking to the source of attention. We sat very close, our thighs up against each other, in total harmony. Our conversation continued intimately, her regaling me with how much she loved our sojourn last week. I replied that there was no reason we couldn't carry on in that manner. A question followed that did halt me in my tracks making me think extremely quickly. "Did you tell your Mother about us Ian?" I hesitated. She noted that. "No I didn't tell her." "May I ask why not? I countered, "Did you tell your partner?" "No, though I am married to him, but that doesn't answer my question." It was the first time I felt less than open to her and unable to be honest. "It's complicated." "How?" "She's always been jealous of other women in my life." I thought I was off the hook. "Sexually jealous?" God, she had got closer than any of the women in my life. I was again on the hook. She just looked at me but in a very warm manner and took my hand in hers, holding me very affectionately. "Maybe." "I think I understand Ian." "Do you?" "I do." Without going there I realised she did and hadn't reacted in a negative way. I hugged her close, giving recognition to her as well in sheer gratitude. I felt my eyes watering. I had told no one but realised I had pent up feelings about the sheer secrecy of the whole thing. I hadn't even told my wife even though she had opened up to me about her brother. "Denise, I feel a bit vulnerable now." "Don't Ian, I have made myself very vulnerable with you so we both have a mutual interest in our taking care of each other's intimacies. "Ian, I think I would like to meet this woman, your Mother, she sounds quite a woman." I was very surprised by her suggestion, but it brought an immediate lightness in me as I realised she was not daunted by the recognition of my relationship to my Mother. "Perhaps, sometime, when we know each other better." "I think we already know each other better Ian." "Hey let me get another drink. I need a stiff one, it's a brandy for me. Ian, what about you?" "A double whisky!" I sank back in the couch watching her go to the bar and feeling much taken by her challenging me and providing me with the opportunity to disclose without loss of face. What a woman. Denise returned and we took our draughts' with relish, remaining quiet yet close. I took a slight risk. "Denise you weren't explicit about your vulnerability." "Oh God Ian. I have never been like I've been with you with a man in my life." I waited. "It was a revelation to me when it happened. Letting myself do what you demanded of me like that. Taking instructions and responding like that." "And?" "And it was fantastic. Absolutely wonderful." She then told me of her previous relationships which were always dependent upon her, either determining how things would go or reciprocal. "So you're happy for us to explore that side of you and me?" "Try me Ian." I took another risk. "I noticed you have a little garden on your balcony." "What's that got to do with anything?" I challenged her to guess. "Make me strip on the balcony?" "No." "You'll make me fuck on the balcony?" "That's a really good idea but not what I was thinking of." "The plants. The tubs. The pots. Wait a minute." She blushed and laughed at the same time. "You bastard Ian. The bloody canes are out there. Christ. You are a dirty bastard aren't you?" "Well?" "I can't think that far. You're far ahead of me. Let's get out of here Ian." We gathered our stuff together not bothering to put on our coats, which enabled pub regulars to scan her as we left and I hailed a taxi to her place. In the cab I asked her if she had noticed the young guy sitting in the opposite couch. No she hadn't. A pity because he was enjoying you. Really? I pointed out that he had moved from the bar to sit there. So? He enjoyed looking at you. She hadn't noticed anything. I pointed out that she was an object of his lust as he gaped at her cleavage and thighs. I noticed how she had opened her thighs at one stage and he enjoyed the view. What view? Not sure but I was certain he was able to see above her stockings at least to her flesh. She just beamed at the thought. Arriving at her home, we cuddled in the lift. Denise went to get drinks as I contemplated the balcony. I decided the length and thickness of the cane would be just right. Opening the plugged bottle Denise poured some red wine for both of us. We resumed our respective seating opposite each other but close. I took in her body exuding warmth and quiet sexuality. She had undone her blouse a button or two so I was the beneficiary of much more delightful cleavage. "So Ian has it been a lifetime's sexual interest in your Mother?" "Fuck Denise you don't beat about do you?" "No. Did it start in adolescence?" "Depends what you mean by start. My sexual interest occurred then but it wasn't explicit. I just used to dream about her in bed." "Masturbating Ian?" "Exactly." "When then?" Well her jealousy of girls diverted me and I went underground as far as women were concerned until my marriage. She just about tolerated my wife. I suppose the turn came when I came back to London to stay with her because of work. Before I regaled her with the details I checked her out. "Denise I haven't ever been this open about this. I'm not sure I can go further." "Ian I do understand. Let me tell you I had a love affair with my uncle when I was 15 so I know the need for secrecy. I trust you Ian and I am willing to tell you all you may wish to know about him and me. No one else knows about that. I am just very curious about how it happened with your Mother. So trust me." I must have visibly relaxed at that moment. I took another swig of wine and told the story of how once I had settled in at her flat (and my original home) I had suspected she was looking at me in bed whilst I read porn stories, how I began to listen and then watch her in bed. Then how it became tacitly accepted that we watched each other masturbating. I conveyed how exciting it became, how my Aunt had intervened and we had dealt with that and how it was still unfolding. She had, of her own volition, begun to open her thighs and slipped her fingers across her cunt, sweeping juices between her vagina and her clit. I was hard. "Lift your nipples out of your bra. Suck them." Without any hesitation she did just that. She had got easily into obedient mode. My story really got her going, particularly when I described how my Aunt had seduced me whilst I knew Mum was in the darkness watching and masturbating herself. As I told about my cuming with Aunt Ellen, Denise had her first self induced orgasm, stretching out stiff on her couch and screaming obscenities in her high. She slowly came down as I paused from the story. I briefly described how Mother found out about my local porn club, what happened there, how much she wanted to go there and the effect it had on her sexually with me. I also told Denise we still had not actually fucked each other as we agreed we were in no hurry. "You're a lucky man Ian. I would still like to meet her." "I haven't forgotten what you said in the pub." Denise was worming her fingers again between her nipples and her wet cunt and getting in a state. "Ian please take off those denims for me." I resisted her request. Instead I gave her a new instruction. "Denise take off your skirt and top." She hesitated. "Now." Standing she took them off leaving her in heels, stockings and suspender belt and bra. Looking at me with a damn you look. "Take the bra off." She undid the strap and lowered it from her body. Her breasts sagged beautifully in front of her, slightly pear shaped but still very alluring with her nipples very stiff and hard. "Get on the floor on your front with your arms stretched out in front of you." Denise obeyed my instructions and waited without a word. I went to the balcony. She knew I had gone there. Whilst looking the other way, she will have felt the draught from the opening door. There were a few unused canes standing in the corner. I selected one about third of an inch thick and say three feet long and nice and whippy. Returning, I closed the curtains so that the room was darker and proceeded to take off my clothes. She still looked ahead but must have had an inclination of my actions. Silently I caressed her arse with my bare foot, feeling the soft firmness as she involuntarily clenched her cheeks. We were still wordless, but the tension was palpable. I contemplated the first stroke. I wanted to have an impact but not invite a negative recoil. And I didn't want to be vanilla on that first stroke. Her full buttocks were cased by her suspender belt and the garters holding up her stockings. It was probably one of my favourite erotic sights. I raised my arm and brought the cane down firmly on her white clenched cheeks. She yelped, tensed and moaned slightly, then her cheeks relaxed. I was now very hard and stroked it with my free hand. I gave her three more strokes but each harder than the other. She still remained silent. Suddenly she moved her hands, one down to her crotch the other to one of her nipples under her stretched body. She started to wank herself. I reached to my coat and creamed my stiff with lubricant. I started wanking myself. I came down with another blow which momentarily fazed her but she continued on fingering her cunt and nipple. I could just see her stiff nipple protruding at the side of her chest. She was really rubbing her thumb and forefinger, pinching it tight. Her white arse was now red with sharp stripes across her buttocks from her belt right down to meeting with her thighs. I paused and ran my hands over her redness. Her flesh was hot with the punishment. I gave her a friendly slap across each cheek smoothing her cheeks at the same time. I stood and repeated the blow of the cane increasing the tempo and stronger with it. "Oh God Ian it hurts it fucking hurts." I didn't respond but came down even stronger with the cane. More yelping but not saying stop. I saw her hand movements accelerate keeping up the beating at a rhythmic hard pace. Just then she stiffened completely and went over the top screaming and shouting and interspersed with, "Ian you fucking bastard I love it, love it, love it" as she slowly ebbed from her orgasm and came to rest. I relented with the cane. She moved her hands out to rest beside her, smiling with closed eyes at the journey she had taken. I knelt down encouraging her to turn toward me. We hugged hard. I was still very high and stiff. Denise stroked me then took my erection to her mouth surrounding her tongue with the sweet lubricant. Undeterred she proceeded to suck me hard. But I didn't want to cum that way. Pulling out I turned her to lean over the couch as I knelt between her open stockinged legs. She knew what was going to happen. Smiling at me, "Yes Ian fuck me. Yes please fuck me." I slipped my prick to her wet lips, realising the significance of our first fuck, and slowly pressed myself into her up to the hilt. "Oh you darling fucker, I've wanted this since I first saw you." I viewed her reddened arse as I got into our rhythm. Rubbing both my hands over the welts, without really thinking I raised a hand and brought it down hard on her. She screamed at me, not thinking it was going to happen. I gave her one more hard slap, then continued ramming her. Denise started playing with her clit again and moving with me to get my hardon deep in her. I was pushing her cervix. I was getting close but wanted to cum with her. Stalling a little I could feel her getting there. At that moment she started to scream again as I let myself go over holding her hips tight against me. We went together feeling very close to each other as we slowly descended from our highs. We fell together to the carpet lost in our reverie and slowly stilled. "Ian I never knew I could go there." "Where?" "You know, being totally submissive like that and enjoying it so much." "I could have been even rougher Denise but I held back." Ian I love it because we are both going there and want it. I couldn't do it otherwise. "I have an idea. Supposing we had a safe word that really means NO? So that when you say: no, I don't stop but if you use the safe word, I do. "That sounds a good idea Ian. You suggest one." "How about 'nettles'?" That a neat one. Any connotation in the word?" "Well I once used some." "Christ I'm not sure about that, I think I would need the safe word then." So we're agreed, its nettles then? "Agreed." "How's my bum Ian?" She turned to show me. Red welt marks were strewn all over her buttocks, deep scarlet swollen marks that would yield bruises in the next few hours. The odd spot of blood just emerging in one or two places. I leaned over and gently kissed her welts, held her cheeks open and dipped my tongue into her dark brown crevice, pushing it with pressure. She squirmed in delight at this new venture. I withdrew and tongued her, in part, to test her. "I could get a taste for that too." "You will Denise, you will." "Damn Ian its pumpkin time you had better go. We must find a better way to have more time." Denise gave me her mobile number, a wonderful naked hug as I stroked her buttocks and helped me get my clothes on and out of the door. As I went down the lift I wondered how she would present or hide her welts from her husband. A Slight Bulge Ch. 03 I arrived home to find myself alone with mother out somewhere. I did recall her saying she might. Relieved, I settled down with a whisky reflecting on my evening with Denise. I thought immediately about my disclosure about mother but then about her uncle and her at 15. Nourishing these thoughts in my head, out of the blue, I wondered about Mum actually meeting her and it made me feel horny once again. Mum came home about half an hour later, looking a bit pissed. "You look fucked Ian. Are you?" I didn't answer. "So its yes then? Go on tell me Ian I can take it." So I told her about Denise, how and where we met, the fact she guessed the other woman in the pub was my mother that she thought Mum was very attractive and what happened. She picked up the flattery including that Denise would like to meet her. She sort of purred which was unusual, given the past. "Did you tell her about us Ian?" Pausing and weighing up what I should say I responded, "Well Mum actually, I did." I saw her visibly jolt physically and become distraught at my disclosure. Reassuring her I relayed how Denise had guessed and had been very understanding. I intimated Denise had her own private world equally requiring the utmost secrecy. Mum eventually calmed perhaps because I had gone to sit beside her on the sofa and stroked her thigh on the edge of her stocking. I decided she needed more than words. Slipping down between her legs I pushed up her skirt to view her scanty panties. Pulling them down and off her legs, I lifted her buttocks in my hands to the edge of the sofa. Her skirt was now round her tummy and her soft folds drew my mouth to her flesh as I widened her thighs to accommodate my head. Parting her labia, I noticed she hadn't washed for awhile. Her inner folds were ever so slightly cheesy as I licked her outer lips and slowly made my way to her very wet cunt and the pinky inner folds. "Ian, that's wonderful, just wonderful, but do tell me about Denise. What's her secret eh? Oh tell me it's only fair now that she knows about us." Pausing at her sweaty, suckable clit I told her about her and her uncle at 15. I realised how little I knew about their relationship and resolved to find out. She then softened to my touch and ran her hands over my head and hair. I wanted to treat her and did so. Licking between her swollen clit and her opening cunt she soon became engulfed with my mouth as I took her up to her climax. She screamed. "Ian, oh yes keep there don't stop its lovely. Oh it's just what I need, I need. Oh my darling I can share you but don't let me go will you? Yesss, oh god thank you Ian, thank you." When she had calmed down with her cunt still on show and sharing a whisky she drew me back to Denise. "By the way Ian I hope you will introduce me to Denise. I think she and I have much in common. I just wish you had seduced me when you were younger." "Why didn't you seduce me mum, I would've loved it?" "Too risky then Ian with your father round then. But I did wank about you a lot. I will always remember seeing you cum in your bed through the crack in the door. I didn't have the guts then." Mum offered to look after me but I cried off saying I'd been well looked after earlier. Next day at work, I decided to phone Denise on her mobile. It was about 9.30 and it might be a little early but I was keen. "Ian, it's you. What a surprise, I've only just got to work. How are you?" "What are you wearing Denise?" "You don't waste time do you?" "Well?" "I've got my hair up, so my neck is on show today." "Below?" "Since I've met you Ian, I've started looking after myself and that includes clothes I feel good in. So today I'm wearing a woollen dress that I feel really sexy in and my female boss just loves it. In fact she commented on how good it looked on me and what it did for me. I asked her how it did for me and she told me it emphasised my shape beautifully. Apparently she said I blushed at that. I suppose you want to know what else?" "Of course." "Well, I've got heels to match my black dress and pantyhose with seams and my dress goes to just above my knees." "I'm hard already Denise." "Good cos I think my boss is wet. She is coming on to me like I've never seen. More important Ian, how is your mother?" "She's in a good place Denise. I told her about us." "How did she take it Ian?" I decided to be totally open."She's jealous but was ok provided she could share me." "How did you bring her round to that Ian?" "Do you really want to know Denise?" "You fucked her?" "No, I sucked her off. I had just been with you and felt sated myself, but she was horny as hell and obviously hadn't had a good evening. Incidentally she wants to meet you." "I look forward to it Ian. But I want to see you first. You've wakened me up you know and I don't want to let it slip away again." I then told her to do something for me and her before she left work and to tell me about it later. We agreed to meet at the pub after her work which finished about 4pm. She said she would go home first to change. I discussed that briefly with her then we finished our call. Horny now I wandered through the day in a driven state. She was already at the pub when I arrived and looked wonderful in her shiny black leather coat with her legs crossed sporting her pantyhose or stockings? I couldn't tell. Her requisite heels with her hair still high on her head emphasising her lovely slender neck. Blokes were already strategically seated facing her on high seats and opposite settees. She gleamed at me when she saw me going up to the bar for my beer. As I went to join her I noticed how well the leather coat fitted her. The belt was tight round her waist giving her breasts an even greater bulge. It was buttoned up to her neck. I joined her, to obvious envy from the watchers. I kissed her warmly and wetly. We squirmed tongues. I then gave her an instruction. She responded immediately, undoing three buttons of her coat. As she opened her coat she revealed her delicious upper chest in all its whiteness. The third button took her revelation to the middle of her breasts held close together by her belted coat but showing the most ample and tight cleavage to me and the increasingly attentive audience around her. She beamed at me. "How about telling me how the rest of your working day went then?" "Well Ian I did exactly as you told me to." "And?" "I went into Deborah, my boss's office. She looked slightly askance at me, but warmed immediately. She's about fifteen years younger than me and ever so slightly butch. She asked me what I had come in for and I didn't answer. At her desk she asked me to come round beside her. I did. She lifted her hands. As you had probably anticipated, she wrapped her hands round my breasts covered now only by my woollen dress and ran her hands all over them. Yes I had taken my bra off in the toilet. They swung low even in my dress. She had noticed the difference and must have taken that as a come on. I let her paw as much as she wanted. She was ravenous for them." "Suddenly stopping, she went to her office door and locked it. I hadn't moved. She returned and rested me across her clear desk with my bum on the edge. Lifting my dress up she noticed I had no panties on either. Spreading my legs wide she knelt down and delicately kissed the hair on my labia before widening them with her tongue and taking my clit in her mouth, she just sucked me off Ian." "Wow, Denise. Was that your first time?" "Actually, Ian, yes. I wanted to offer to look after her but was too shy to do so. But she didn't appear disappointed. In fact she remarked how she had noticed a huge change in me about a month ago and what had brought that about. I decided I really didn't know her sufficiently to tell her." "What would you have told her?" "What do you think? That I had met a man who reminded me I was still a woman and sexual and that I could still have a life instead of keeping myself on the shelf as a cast-off." I hugged her at that."What did she say Denise?" "Deborah told me that I could cum in her office anytime, to lock the door as I did so, and that she would love me to reciprocate. I said I would have to have the same courage as I had today, only more so. With that I left her but only after she kissed me with my own smell all over my mouth." We sat purring at that interlude for awhile. "Well what else have you in store for me Ian?" "You will have to wait and see." It was obvious to the audience that Denise wasn't wearing a blouse or a bra. I told her to scan the immediate audience to see whom she would like to pick up. She just looked at me. I meant metaphorically. She then scanned the men around and focussed on a youngster about nineteen who could have been her son. He blushed and meekly smiled. I suggested she tease him. Leaning forward to pick up her wine, she proffered her heaving cleavage to him. He glanced and then realising he was the only recipient, gloated with his eyes totally entranced by her brazen behaviour. He looked at me in trepidation. I smiled briefly. He returned his stare, unsure of his sheer luck. Denise leaned back into my shoulder. "Open your legs just for him." "But you know I'm not wearing any panties don't you?" "So?" Undoing the lowest button on her coat and with her belt still tight round her waist, she lifted her legs to the low table in front of him and spread them out. He sensibly slid down the opposite settee to take in the view. It was probably the first cunt he had seen in his life, or at least in public. Moreover, she was wearing crotchless pantyhose. So her cunt was on full show surrounded by her ever so white flesh. Now he just looked gleeful and grateful for the show. He had a very stiff one under his jeans, which would have been impossible to hide. I intimated to Denise our need to go. She did up the buttons, gave the boy a very tentative hello and goodbye and we left to get our usual taxi. When we reached her flat, she informed me we had about two hours before her hubby returned. I wondered why she had never told me anything about him or her Uncle for that matter and told her so. At that she suddenly welled up in tears. I simply held her to me whilst she let go. Sex was out the window. I felt some guilt for her being overcome and inferred that I might be the cause. But no, she hadn't been honest with me. Gradually she opened up. She hadn't been able to tell me the truth. In fact she wasn't married. She lived with her Uncle. He was twenty years older than her. She let that sink in. then she told my how they had first had sex together when she was fifteen and he was married and thirty-five. It was an inadequate marriage which he maintained by his relationship with Denise, whom he was crazy about. Eventually he divorced and when she was twenty-five they moved south and disappeared together in London where they set up house. Long story shortened -- she had noticed his lack of interest now as he got older. She had missed out on children but lately had recognised she was getting older herself and didn't want to completely miss out. Now she was fully appreciating her sexuality. She had astonished herself more so today with her flagrant behaviour at the office and then, in the pub in exposing herself and loving it. In relaying her story to me she had regained her composure and indeed looked flushed from the telling and, no doubt had been reassured by my reaction which was one of understanding. She also noticed my own reawakening in my groin as she revealed her taut leather against her full body heightened by her seating half twisted on the sofa against me. "So what had you in mind for me Ian?" I walked out to the balcony and retrieved the cane I had used before and also grabbed a length of rope from a hanger for a washing line. Returning she noticed both and smiled knowingly at my intentions but unaware of how I was to carry out those intentions. I pulled her roughly off the sofa and pushed her into her bedroom. I had guessed right. She had a double iron bedstead which suited me perfectly. Tying both wrists to the ends of the iron headboard, she lay on her tummy with her legs free. The tension on her wrists prevented her moving much. Lifting her coat free above her arse to her waist, I was present with her crotchless pantyhose and heels. I couldn't wish for more. I started hard belting her cheeks to a pinkness. Pausing I stripped naked to let my prick free to wank as I continued giving her firm strokes. I was caught up in the sheer exhilaration of spanking her. She didn't say a word, except occasionally calling me a fucker and a shit. Suddenly she let a squeal, "Nettles for fuck sake Ian, nettles, nettles! I stopped. I could see deep welts across both cheeks which stood up from their surroundings. I held her as she slowly recovered from her belting. "How are you Denise?" "Just needed a pause Ian." She looked at my rampant prick and smiled albeit, a little wanly. "I am going to rearrange your ropes Denise." I lifted the ends of the rope to the top of the headboard so she had to raise herself to hold up. I told her to kneel with her calves under her thighs. I tie rope under her thighs and atop her waist with the end also onto the centre of the headboard. That way her buttocks are totally exposed. Yet she is severely restrained. I am free to indulge myself with my willing Denise. I continue whipping her with the cane. Not so hard for she is very red now, but still hard. Again, Oh Ian nettles for christ's sake. I stop and pause. Changing tack I settle down facing her arse with my mouth. Without warning, I lick her open cunt, running it from her clit down to her cunt hole and back. She whimpers almost gratefully as I alternate between each and then gently kiss the welts. Kneeling up facing her back I push my prick between her lips and enter her very wet vagina. She smiles back at me and loves it as do I as we fuck our way towards a climax. My brain, however is urging something more profane. Just as she is getting close, I am conscious of being close and withdraw. I undo one of the ties to release her right hand. I go back to the living room to my coat and retrieve my lubricant, spreading an ample amount on my prick and leave more in my palm. Returning I notice she is still, wondering what is going to happen. I kiss her cunt and clit again. Moving my hand lower under my mouth I start to moisten her little brown hole with my free hand and remaining lubricant. "Ian that's my arse you're playing with, oh god, Ian I haven't had that done in years, go easy please will you?" I didn't reply but very slowly wound my finger into her rectum beyond her sphincter. Then with two fingers, followed by my getting into position for my prick head to replace my fingers. "Oh Ian thank you for getting me ready but still go careful. Promise?" I slowly pressed myself into her still tight hole, moving then steadying my pace so as she could get used to me. The whole thing had me in a heightened state and I had to be very careful not to cum. Eventually, I found myself fully ensconced in her rectum as she felt more at ease with me inside her. Slowly I went faster revelling in the view as well as the feel being inside her arsehole. Then I saw another effect of my untying her as she slipped her free hand between her thighs to wank her lovely clit alongside my anal fucking. I combined my arse fucking with hand slaps across her buttocks. She yelped but didn't voice nettles. We gradually moved our pace as she got caught up in pleasuring herself whilst being arse fucked. "Oh Ian, I love it, don't stop will you, I'm nearly there, yes, yes, yes. Cum with me Ian just there yes yes oh god your fucking good for me Ian. We together came. Just as we began to relax, we heard a sound from the living room. A Slight Bulge Ch. 04 We both froze and thought it was her uncle with whom she was living her incestuous relationship and who I had managed to avoid to date. It had sounded like a crack as if the person there was shattering something in anger. I hid behind the door holding my clothes and the cane, whilst Denise opened the door cautiously. Instantly I saw her relax. I had left the door to her balcony open. The wind had blown over an ornamental vase that had smashed on hitting the floor. Denise grabbed me and held on tight to me in tears of relief. She had looked scared shitless. We agreed I should disappear before he did return. Returning home I realised Mum was out somewhere. Reflecting on the day, I felt a gentle stirring as I pictured Denise having her arse thoroughly reamed by my prick and how it had been quite awhile since I last had an anal fuck. Not since I'd last been with my wife and how I had taken her in anger and how much she loved it after being neglected sexually by me for nearly six weeks. I had been in London about six months with work. When I had gone to see her, I noted her repressed anger at my absence. I hadn't obviously told her about Mum but I knew she suspected I wouldn't be abstemious so long. Bending her over the kitchen table and smacking her naked buttocks had got me going. She had long been repressed but was intensely sexual and loved being taken. So I did with olive oil from the counter dolloped over her slightly hairy crevice with my finger penetrating her orifice, followed by wiping my erection in the oily warmth of my hand, hardened by my barely hidden aggression toward her. It had been a glorious fuck. Mum came home about 11pm but was nosey enough to see if I was awake. I shared with her that I had been with Denise and quickly followed up with Denise's agreement that we meet her at the pub sometime soon. "Ok Ian, I hope I like her and don't feel jealous about her." "Mum, your both gorgeous and about the same age. You'll like her I'm sure and she knows I've mentioned to you her relationship with her uncle, so don't worry about us." "Fine Ian I'll trust your judgement. When?" "How about tomorrow evening?" "You don't hang about Ian. But that's fine." "I suggest we meet her about 7 after work?" "What shall I wear Ian?" "Risqué, Mum?" "Leave it to me then." A brief peck on my cheek and Mum retired for bed, no doubt realising I had indulged earlier. It was important that I escort Mum to the pub so as not to leave her exposed. Denise has agreed this was best. We arrived early and waited for Denise. I had met Mum en route and she had her winter coat on. On arrival we chose individual seats rather than the sofas, leaving a third seat for Denise. Taking off her coat, Mum revealed a dark silk blouse and skirt with seamed stockings and medium heels. What was startling was that she was braless with the blouse open to mid-breast showing a wonderful cleavage for her gently drooping beauties. Stunning and unexpected. She smiled in response to my reaction. Shortly after, Denise came in, saw us, looking a little cautious and shy. I introduced them. Denise noticed Mum's cleavage but said nothing. I went to the bar to get our drinks. As I did Denise took off her coat. She wore the identical clothing she had worn when I first saw her - the semi transparent light cream blouse revealing the outline of her bra. It was the strap folding round her body holding her full breasts that had struck me as well as the tightness of the bra on her that had grabbed my initial attention. The strap that was at least two inches in depth at the side that did the job for which they were made, holding her bra to support such a load making the bra quite tight. The effect was to create a slight bulge above and below the strap where it met her back and side. What I hadn't noticed the first time was that the blouse was transparent enough to reveal a tightened cleavage squeezing her breasts together. Both Mum and Denise had each gone to a lot of trouble in their own ways. They seemed to be chatting amiably as I gathered up the drinks and joined them. "Ian, we both agree that we have both dressed up for you tonight." Mum, if I know you well enough, I think you dressed up for each other as well." I ensured I scanned their breasts appreciatively too. They beamed. After polite conversation making the atmosphere more relaxed, Mum grasped the nettle. "It must have been a very significant relationship with your uncle Denise." "You don't skirmish Jean do you? And yes it was and in some respects, still is. And you and Ian, Jean?" I interjected."Thank you both for getting through that bush." We all smiled and grasped hands at our sudden intimacy. "And you obviously love both our bushes Ian." Mum blushed at Denise's audacity but broke into laughter at the remark. "Jean, let me just say that in no way do I want to come between you two." "Denise, I can be very jealous, as Ian knows, but thank you for saying it. For god's sake, I even get on with his wife now." Mum paused and looked at me knowingly and then said it."Since we are being so open, perhaps that should be rephrased, 'get off' with his wife now. God, I've said it so there. Hope you're ok with that, Ian?" "Mum, I'm happy for you to be open with Denise, since she is with us. All this is just making me horny." "This pub is suddenly getting a bit full. Jean, I'm not sure others should be in on this conversation. How about we adjourn to my place?" "A great idea Denise. Do we need anything?" "I've got food and wine. What more do we need?" Mum responded, "Just us?" With the usual taxi we were on our way in no time with me sitting opposite and indulging in listening to their growing familiarity and warmth with each touching hands to endorse their agreement over things they like about me -- very embarrassing such as my predilection for my local cinema, which only Mum had experienced much to Denise's envy. By the time we reached Denise's home, there was sheer joy between them and just a hint of sexuality beneath the surface. Mum and Denise discarded their coats, Mum taking in the living room in one quick glance and chose to sit on the sofa with her heels on the pouf showing off her nyloned legs for our benefit. Denise joined her as I opened the bottle of red (all our favourites) as well as some bits to keep the salt buds sated. Pouring them wine each, I sat opposite in the armchair. "Where were we in the taxi? Oh yes, you were both in the cinema. How was it Jean?" "Denise, I'm not sure I know you enough to be that explicit. But it blew my mind it was so over the top. I was very apprehensive at first, but had to trust Ian assurances about my safety. But after awhile, I relaxed and just let myself into it. The men took their cue from Ian. Anything he said no to was accepted." "How many men were there then?" "Watching or engaging?" "Both." "About twenty watching and about four at any one time." "I'm envious Jean." "I could take both of you if you wanted." "Would you like to go again Jean?" "It would be fun if we both went with Ian, wouldn't it." "Is that a come-on Jean?" "Could be." "Would you like it to be Jean?" "You're just teasing me now Denise." Denise just gave Jean a beatific smile in return. "Denise would you like to tell Mum about your boss? Mum her boss is called Deborah." "Maybe later, Ian." Denise reached out with her arms and beckoned Mum to move along the sofa to be embraced by her. Mum looked cautious but did as requested. Mum looked a little hesitant but she had caught the naughty mood from her porn cinema story plus the effect of the drinks in the pub and the wine they had been just imbibing. I did notice, just before Denise took her in her arms, that Mum's nipples were pressing against her dark blouse. I decided to intervene so that Mum would experience yet another side of Denise. Going out the balcony, I retrieved one of her favourite canes I had used in the past. Back in the living room, Mum looked askance at what I might be up to. Denise just stared at me, then glanced at Mum to see how she had reacted. "Don't worry Jean, it's not for you, is it Ian?" "On the carpet Denise, on your tummy. Lift your skirt to your waist. good. Take off your pants. Leave your stockings and belt on." The effect emphasized her substantial buttocks. Standing beside Denise and with my eyes partly on Mum I whisked the cane over Denise's bum and laid a very red welt across both cheeks. Denise responded with a gasping 'Ouch' yet proceeded to take her right hand down to her hips heading for her clit. She started rubbing herself, just as I landed another one. But Mum was right there and tucked her hand in her blouse to stroke her nipples as well as stretching down to pull her skirt up. With no panties to hinder her, she licked her fingers, then opened her cunt lips to stroke her clit. Breaking my rhythm, I stripped my clothes off, so I could join in the wanking as well as continue giving Denise a serious lashing. "Mum, get down on the floor with your legs open for Denise so she can get to you. Denise lift your head a little. Now suck that inviting cunt, you disgusting bitch, until you make her cum." Mum did exactly that and Denise caught the mood and searched out for Mum's wet cunt helped by Mum opening her hairy lips. Denise rested her head in Mum's cunt as Mum lifted her thighs above Denise's arms. As she did this her arms enveloped Mum's buttocks. I reached for my jacket to spread some lubricant over my cock to enhance and delay my cumming. With my free hand I continued whipping Denise who now had an overlapping series of welts some of which were beginning to break open ever so slightly. "Oh Denise, your tongue is right there, so good, so-so good. I'm getting close, don't stop will you?" Just then Denise started to wank herself very heavily as she started to cum. Mum caught those heightened movements and went over herself, rubbing her cunt against Denise's tongue till she fell back exhausted. Denise collapsed between Mum's thighs and I relented with the cane. At that moment, I became aware of a slight shuffle unrelated to Denise or Mum. It was coming from the bedroom which ran off the living room. The door was slightly ajar. I realised, quickly that it was Denise's uncle. I couldn't see him but was sure he was getting off watching us. It was a set-up. How did I feel about that? More important, how would Mum feel about it? All this fortunately occurred in a matter of seconds, whilst Mum and Denise were still recovering from their respective cums. What to do? Confront? Raise the roof? Denise must have known. Call him in? The shock may possibly be too much for Mum. So I settled for being angry myself but not letting on. How to get my own back and release that anger? I had not lost my hardon even though I was furious with Denise. I reached for my lubricant and applied some more to my stiffened cock. Pulling Denise up on her knees I took it out on her. "Denise give Mum more of your fucking tongue -- she obviously has taken to it in a big way." Mum promptly got into her supplicant state of cunt offering and opened up for Denise. With more lube on my right hand I started to push my index finger into her anal crevice, rubbing and penetrating hard into her sphincter. "Ian go easy. That hurts for god's sake." I take no notice except tell her to get into Mum's wonderful cunt. Taking out my finger, I replace it with my moist, stiff cock. Initial entry is easy but then harder as I reach the point of expansion or retreat. "Please Ian, it hurts for fucks sake -- interrupting her wet suck of Mum's clit. I ignore her, I am furious with their secretive collusion. I push until I have full entry right up to full pitch. She goes quite and sucks Mum. I start to fuck hard with no relief. I stare into the darkness, letting him know, I know. He is trapped with orgiastic embarrassment. I have a sense of him in the shadow, wanking himself silly with his view of his niece being fucked up the arse. He is probably incapable of doing this now and may have been for years. Shall I cum in her anal passage? No, I feel even more anger. I pull out of her arse after a final deep thrust. My cock is slightly mired in her own shit. I pull her face round. Pushing against her mouth, she is so high she takes it and her residue and wipes me clean. I had been too distracting for Mum to get off again with Denise. "Come down here Mum and get into Denise's tits." I didn't want to subject Mum to Denise's shit in and on her mouth. "Ok, wank yourselves you cunts, I'm cuming now." They cuddled each other as they each played with their own clits. Getting used to the darkened pitch beyond the door I noticed him wanking still, obviously holding off cuming. Here it cums Mum, my love, Denise you shit. Spew shot from my cock over Denise's face as well as Mum's and those full tits. Mum managed to wank herself into oblivion, but Denise, somehow didn't manage it. I didn't care. Mum came out of her self-inflicted reverie slowly as I slumped in the spare chair. I didn't see how her uncle finished up. I was still furious. Mum gave us an out by saying it was probably good to call it a day. We left in mutual warmth without my disclosing to Denise or her, what had happened.