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They had been married for five years now, Sally and Trevor, oh like most folk it had not been all good, some bits had been rough, some brilliant but most, like 99% of us, just day to day plod. In the beginning, the first year or so, it was wall to wall sex, experimental though mostly vanilla, they tried most of the lesser sports, changed positions, showered together, over the table, on the floor, knicker-less outings, sex in the outdoors… flashing…oh you know the sort of stuff newly-weds get up to. Over the years of course it diminished, the novelty having worn off a bit, especially when they found Trevor was firing blanks due to a c***dhood illness. Disappointed they considered their options, both wanted a c***d, in fact she was desperate for a little one as were his parents, hers too but having both passed away last year they had lost interest. The last two years had included loads of fertility stuff, doctors, clinics and so on but still nothing just expense and a sort of background misery.
They considered adoption, but that meant neither would be involved at all, someone else`s k** completely! They considered artificial insemination, but again that left them cold… so in desperation, as a sort of last resort, our man suggested, being an only c***d, that they approached his dad he being the nearest thing in the gene pool.
Mother of course they expected would be opposed to surrogacy in any form, especially with his dad involved, as far back as he could remember she always had been a bit strange about sex outside marriage, or in at least outwardly and he thought she would be the same now, but they were to find her in reality not as she seemed as we shall see, though the old boy he was sure would be well in favour of getting a chance at his pretty daughter-in-law given even the slightest opportunity, he being a randy old bugger.
At half his age, with a tidy body, and a smile that lit up a room Sally was as far from dads own much older wife Ramona, the boy`s mother, who though still a goer, mostly on her terms, was a lot less of a catch nowadays even though her son, she knew, secretly had long had thoughts in her direction, which truth be told she was not averse to, though that was a closely guarded secret of her own!
The younger pair weighed up the pros and cons, days past, the discussion earnest and sensible, tainted with his secret fantasy of wanting to watch his own lovely lady with another man, a fantasy he had never even mentioned and still in fact still didn’t, not wanting to muddy the waters, though he was very alive to the all the possibilities.
Her only problem with the using a donor style ‘other man,’ apparently, was the stumbling block, a mental one of her own making, her having been brought up to really respect marriage she felt she couldn`t enjoy sex with anyone other than her hubby, to her it would be a guilty betrayal!
They had not nearly reached a proper decision when his mother rang and invited them to come and stay for a few days, it being his dads 65th birthday which also marked his retirement. With a shrug they accepted, in reality both had decided, to go with the flow they still needed to think carefully and make a proper decision later.
The journey down to the family home was long and tiring, the usual motorway hold-ups on a Friday evening doubling the journey time and it was late when they arrived at the detached house near the village that had been the family home for a long time, thus it was that there was little talk just greetings and they were soon in bed, out in the granny flat that his grandparents had once occupied.
Over breakfast next day dressed still in their sleeping things and dressing gowns they sat and caught up. Mother of course as usual, wanting to know if the patter of tiny feet was imminent, though she didn`t ask directly…but they knew it was one of her long-held hopes! This of course they denied and could see the obvious sadness in her face when they told her that the recent tests proved that her only son actually fired blanks.
Mother shot his Dad a look that said a lot, and the matter was rapidly dropped, probably to save embarrassment. The women soon went off shopping, father and son together spending the day working on rebuilding dads old shed which was sadly beginning to creak and groan on windy days, the job being too much for the older man on his own. While they worked, dad slipped in the odd question on the subject of breeding, tests and the like, which his son answered frankly, explaining what steps they had so far taken, how much it all had cost, and the heartbreak involved.
Various suggestions followed each of which was about useless, then in jest the older man chuckled that his son would need a stand in… many a true word is spoken in jest they say…If he was expecting a rebuff, he was wrong, the answer with a straight face was “Well dad, Sally and I have seriously discussed that…and your name did crop up as the nearest to my DNA if you must know, but her inhibitions…well nothing personal, but she said she couldn`t bring herself to share herself willingly with anyone! She said her marriage vows are so bloody strong, and that she would feel like a whore, so it rather limit`s our choices!” There was a silence that you could cut, the old lad looked sad, and the subject was dropped, though like a pebble in a still pond the ripples has begun to widen.
That evening the four visited the local working men`s club, it being the old boys birthday cum retirement party, free drinks flowed, bought by friends and well-wishers, and the old man`s inhibitions eased. As they staggered home the younger man carrying the heavy presentation clock Dad had been given, his dad not being a big drinker normally, he was as they say; “in his cups” and needing some occasional support! It had made his chat and in fact his gait, well, shall we say a little uninhibited, so he had d****d his arms around his daughter-in-law, she being the more attractive, and who was laughing and holding him up. stumbling along together, until as they went through their garden gate. The rest of the party forgotten, he kissed the lass and placing his finger to his lip, muttered that “he fancied her rotten, he would have been only too happy to help out,” and that “if he could help with her problem, keep it in the family like, he being still potent he was her man, as he knew she was no whore!”
Mother was less than happy about hubby dr****g himself over her daughter-in-law in such a familiar way, and even less happy about his offer… once not a badly shaped woman and a school shot-put champion, she was still a strong lass, holding him by his collar at arm`s length, like something collected from the local drains she pulled him away and marched him indoors. Whispering sweet nothings in a parade ground voice such as to infer he was a noisy pillock with a loose mouth…
Indoors the old chap was deposited in his armchair, like a rag doll, where he began to doze unaware of the drama he had caused. Mother simmered, her lips having vanished and red of face blustered an apology at the younger woman, who grinned and said she was more flattered than shocked, and not to worry. A diplomatic brew of strong coffee helped, brewed by the lad, glad to have put down that bloody heavy clock!
The youngsters reassured her that there was no harm done and then quite seriously, her somewhat red-faced son explained that “sadly it has something I said today mum, you see in passing, a while back, in desperation once we had discussed about using a donor, and as a possible, Dads name came up, he being the nearest DNA match, he`s probably got the idea from that, I think perhaps he fancies her in a passive sort of way!” Mother commenting, “silly old sod, he`s always been hopeful, but it`s all in his mind nowadays!” and they all laughed as the moment passed and then they all sat chuckling at the old boys antics. After the coffee a now tactfully silent dad was bundled off to bed to sleep it off, by an obviously still troubled mother, who helped him aloft saying goodnight and to “turn out the lights please when you go to bed.”
They were soon off to bed themselves, though the son on getting there, found himself having to explain chapter and verse to his wife about how and what precisely his dad knew about “their problem, and his suggested solution!”
At breakfast next day, dad was quiet, his hangover proof if proof was needed, that he was both contrite and that he had had earache from daybreak from his life partner to welcome him to his retirement! She in fact was banging about at the stove in a mood, she called cooking, though to dad it was akin to a steam hammer and a base drummer competing. Dinner time was fast approaching by the time the worst effects were gone, but the old chap couldn’t bring himself to help his son was noisily battering nails about with abandon nailing the reinforcements onto the shed, instead he decided to sleep!
After dinner, while the lad continued with his carpentry. The two women, went for a walk together, down by the riverside, to feed the ducks, mother obviously wanting to clear the air and mend the imagined rift between the two women. The tranquillity, and the warm sun as they wandered along had them soon chatting as all women do. They found a quiet bench and sat chattering and of course up came the usual subject. The younger woman said she missed her own mum, since both her parents had passed away, and she felt so alone with her problems.
She found her mother-in-law was more outgoing and understanding than she had ever imagined, and a stronger link was now sympathetically formed, as they began talking a lot more freely than they had before.
Mother being Mother now went through the options, just as dad had done with his son yesterday, each in turn being explained and dismissed as impractical or tried over the past two years! The young woman now explained, that there was a very simple answer, just to use a donor, but with that came two more difficulties, the obvious one of who, though that wasn`t insurmountable and her own conscience, as she just couldn’t bring herself to “give herself!” explaining that “she had this thing about guilt…”
Mother now surprised her daughter-in-law by saying that sex was sex, Going on to confide that her husband, had only a scantiest knowledge of her own previous sexual life and that as a girl she had been “fairly promiscuous …!” adding “Sex is just a physical thing if they were both agreeable, whoever she was to choose as a donor, would be doing her a service, as long as she didn’t form an attachment and leave her hubby for him… and if she wanted to use his dad, well…she had no objections, as “she wanted grand-k**s and lord knows he`s always fancied you that’s been very obvious!!”
Amazed at this outwardly staid older woman`s confession and attitude the younger woman explained the problems again, saying that “in reality she knew she only needed any man`s potent seed to breed, and in fact better a willing lover like Dad, but, she just couldn’t bring herself to go and willingly give herself to other man outside of the marriage… it was not in her physiological set up, not the way she had been brought up by her religiously devout parents, and that her conscience was the big stumbling block,” adding that, “though she had nothing against Dad, it would be a guilt that would eat away at her if she had to willingly give herself, even if hubby and you did approve the coupling!”
Wisdom suddenly hit mother, “Given, you said given, so then what if you were `used’ … taken, forced… ****d, would that be the answer? If you were forced, unable to change things, perhaps… would that help!” a timid nod from the younger woman said that she now recognised a kindred spirit.
Mother after a long silence again confided that she “between you and I, at one time it was just before I was married of course, I was going out with dad, their son then I was their lodger working at the hospital on nights and living here with them all,” and that “his mum worked all day at the mill so dad and I well, we had loads of time together.” She took breath then went on “He was a randy old bugger, a keen sadist that once he found I loved to be used, he loved time out with me in that old shed, the one the men were now rebuilding ,he wouldn’t use their bed as he said she would soon suss him out! He would string me up, whenever his wife and son was out at work… it`s probably why it`s so rickety now!” She grinned looked a little distant and for a second her eyes became a bit misty, then laughing at her daughter-in-law`s shocked face said, “yes I loved bondage, that transfers guilt… One day, if you are lucky, you will understand, it was just mutual fun and we both loved it, it did no one any harm and his wife was saved the worst of his games which she didn`t enjoy anyway, though I did, I often wondered if she knew about us and kept quiet!”
Some ducks waddled up to them and they fed them the bread they had brought with them, probably to save eye contact and embarrassment.
Mother quietly said, “Look, before I leave this life, I desperately want grand-k**s, I always have, to see them grow up, you know that…so.” She paused, took a deep breath and as they sat once more, blurted out, “So…if I help get you pregnant, without the guilt of you giving yourself to another man, would that be acceptable?” There was a long silence then the cautious reply of “Well, yes, I suppose so, if you`re sure you can help!” nodding mother said, “I think I know a way, but look, how would it be if you in return gave me a hand to achieve one of my own long held fantasies…?”
Surprised, the reply was a questioning, “What will it entail this fantasy?”
“Look, Sally one day this might be your own dilemma if you ever have a son, just as its been mine and I am sure a lot of other women on the quiet over the years!” she paused then looked deep into the questioning eyes of her daughter-in-law, took another deep breath then said “my son, Trevor, your beloved hubby, was no different to any other teenage lads, as soon as he was at the age of puberty, if I was out he played in my underclothing drawer, he spied on me and so on, it was a great compliment and I`ve always wished that I had taken him up on his offer that one time when he did have the bottle to try it on with me, but I hadn’t got the guts back then and I have regretted it ever since!”
The younger woman by now was open mouthed with amazement, here was this outwardly un-sexual older woman, a sedate and seemingly unexciting matron, hinting that she had wanted to commit i****t with her only son, and had wanted too for some years, and now wanted to experience taboo sex with this younger man, before she was too old! The inference was `you lend me yours and I will lend you mine, and I will do it in such a way you won`t feel guilty and you will become pregnant into the bargain!’ there was instant understanding and tentative agreement!
Unspoken nods sealed the whole bargain and they began the walk home. arm in arm, closer than they ever had been. It was to be a deal…. Mother, as they got to the gate once more, muttered with a conspiratorial wink, “you speak to yours tonight and I shall deal with mine. OK?” then with a grin of mutual understanding they wandered indoors to sort out tea.
The evening passed as family evenings do, especially after an evening such as this family had had the evening before, everyone tired, listlessly watching the box in the corner, then after a last coffee off to bed at a reasonable time.
Once in their respective bedroom`s the women went to work on their husbands! In the younger folks room, it was subtle, treading on eggshells stuff. Not so in the elders room, Mother being Mother and the dominant one in the partnership, the conversation going something after this fashion,
her; “Now, look you, we need to talk.”
Him, “yes dear.”
Her, “shuddup and listen pillock… since our lad had Sally as his wife, your eyes have never left her body when she`s been in your presence, you fancy her don’t you…?”
Him; … “Erm…well, I wouldn’t say no if you approved my love!”
Her; “smarmy sod…anyway you remember the phase Trevor went through, spying on me, and so on as a lad… (she didn’t wait for an answer) he even wanted to sleep with me, but I wouldn’t, and I always regret it, I said no, I just didn’t have the balls… Well I`ve got a chance of fulfilling both our fantasies at once. Young Sally needs a donor, without guilt. So tomorrow you are going to get to screw her and sire her c***d. You won`t ask questions and you won`t argue, will you? (again, she didn’t wait for an answer!) you can have her as many times as you can manage, but don’t expect any kisses or cuddles, she won`t be able to make love this will be just a fuck…a mating, do you understand?”
His mouth was open like a stunned goldfish, he nodded and would have said something, but she to his surprise kissed him hard, and then began to make love…
In the other bedroom things were of a more mutually more subtle fashion, Sally had started the conversation, asking him casually if he had ever had a thing about his mother like most lads as a youth? His hesitant reply, honest, though not wishing to upset things, was that he had, and that he had done all the things lads do, even asking her if she would take his cherry… but she had refused him, though he said he “still held a torch for her in a strange sort of way.”
She smiled, said that “well your mum regretted knocking you back, she told me so today, and she has come up with a scheme to get me pregnant by your dad, but only if she can…” she didn’t finish the sentence, he sat up quickly and looked at her with a shocked and intense look, “Really? You mean, I get to have my own mum, my fantasy for years, and you get pregnant in exchange…wow!” he lay back as if exhausted, then he kissed her long and hard. Finally, he looked deep into her eyes and said,” I`ve never told you of my fantasy`s, but I have often imagined you being had by another man and it turns me on like crazy, so if dad`s going to have you, can I watch please?” it was her turn to be shocked.
“Look, I have no way of knowing, I don’t know how she will manage it, your mum said she could do it in a way that I wouldn’t be able to resist or influence the outcome and I would not feel guilty, I`ve no idea how she will accomplish it, but she said she will do it, and whatever she has said she will do so far in our lives, she has done, so I don’t doubt she has some plan.” She kissed him, and whispered, “On the quiet tomorrow, you had best ask her if you can watch… you can for my part.” Sally then telling him mother had said he must be ready to do whatever he would be told, as it was necessary and that’s if he wanted her with c***d, that we all have to make sacrifices sometimes! They kissed and then passed a fitful night, wild imagination making sleep sketchy to say the least.
At breakfast next day, eye contact and secretive nods were exchanged between the two women, confirming that their respective tasks had been completed. There was any amount of difficulty avoiding sex in the conversation over that breakfast, the elephant being very much present in the room. After the washing up was done, Terry took mum out to the near finished shed, “to show her the progress” it brought memories flooding back no doubt, but she didn’t enlighten him. He explained he understood the situation, and thanked her for her help, then asked if he could watch his wife ‘being inseminated’. His mother smiled and nodded, then said that she was looking forward to finally sharing her bed with him and apologised for the long delay! They kissed then returned to the kitchen where the men, now on the final stage of the shed, said they needed more brackets and some wood, and it being a nice day they opted to walk into the village together no doubt to partake of a pint at the pub as well before returning, though they were on a strict instruction to be back by two!.
Over coffee the women talked once more, Sally yawned once again the long night catching up with her, Ramona, as if to order, produced a pack of pills, “now my dear, I saw the light on and off during the night, no doubt you were rather restless last night, you look as though a doze would relax you, go lay out on the sofa and I shall call you for dinner, here take a couple of these, they work for me.”
It was usual for Sally to take pills, but knowing her mother-in-law, she was not going to argue. She was soon sound asleep.
By the time the two men returned mother was looking a little flushed the task such as it was with a comatose Sally had been harder than she had expected, she had heard them returning and had hastened to waylay them, she met them on the doorstep.
“right, you pair, dump that stuff in the shed then you and I, Terry need to go into the living room so we can watch through the adjoining door from there.” She turned to her husband, “Dad, give us a couple of minutes to let us get sat, then go into the kitchen, ignore us and you can, enjoy your Daughter-in-law sexually as many times as you can manage…she wants knocking up…you can un-gag her but…don’t release her, it`s those ropes that are taking away her guilt! He nodded, and the timber was soon locked away.
Taking Terry`s hand, his mother and soon to be lover, led him, her finger on her lips, quietly via the corridor round into the living room. Closing the door silently they sat together on the sofa, and once seated she kissed him hard, it was long awaited and passionate.
They broke after a few seconds for air and his gaze fell on the open kitchen door. Where he was surprised to see his wife, naked, her body bent over the kitchen table, her backside and damp sex, facing them, her legs and arm`s secured to the table legs with rope bindings. She was recently awakened, her head up and in her mouth a gag apparently made from her own stockings, she was obviously waiting for mothers return and her eyes were fixed on the kitchen door which was hidden out of their view away to the right.
Long quiet moments passed, then they heard Dad arrive, his breathing ragged, as he stood in the doorway taking in every detail of the secure young woman`s naked body, amazingly available and with his son and his wife`s blessing too!
The old lads clothing fell away rapidly revealing a body white as snow, all bar the leathery exposed hands and face, complete with a sagging belly and flabby arse, but a dick like a rod, eight livid inches of very erect stiff, thick and angry, with a mushroom head of livid purple, and bollocks like two tennis balls in a bag.
Her eyes widened; she already knew she was going to get fucked, that was obvious, but she had had no idea that her husband`s father was so well endowed, and a moments tremor of fear ran through her. She knew however that there was literally nothing she could do about it and he could do as he wished to her and as often as he wished…that she knew as well! She wriggled a little in her bonds, more instinctively than any thought-out reaction, but she knew she was powerless to resist him in any way, this was madness…
As she waited the onslaught she knew was to come, she wondered where her husband was, (from her position she couldn`t see the spectators at all, and was unaware of their presence they had been so quiet) thinking to herself that Terry would have loved to have witnessed this and wondering if he and his mother were ‘at it’ as hard as she imagined she would soon be!
She made small whimpering noises, perhaps of naked fear, her head shaking and her mind screaming NO…Please…NO as he advanced himself to her table-top altar beside her head, to display the ready and now dripping tool to her bulging eyes, wallowing in her facial expression of abject fear. His voice in a whisper, he said” yes, it is for you my girl. I am sorry it`s got to be this way, I would have rather made love to you rather than this medieval **** style, but I`ve wanted you since our Terry met you, and if this is the only way…well so be it, now brace yourself girl, I am going to enjoy this.”
Her struggles against the ropes increased, but mother had been too thorough, her head thrashed from side to side and her suitor moved behind her …she knew it was inevitable and tensed herself as she felt that awful purple tip first touch her sex-lip`s.
On the couch both pairs of eyes were on the coupling pair, Terry was sat to the left of his mother his right arm round her and his left in her top. She in turn had hold of her son through his trousers marvelling at his stiffness and fondling him in a rather absent-minded way as she watched her husband`s bum clench when he entered her sons wife for the very first time, it was awesome! With a grunt of satisfaction, the phallus was thrust deep into the young woman, and the dance began. Through the gag came a strangled cry, anguish, pain, joy or horror who knows, but it spurred her suitor onward, rousing his thrusts to a higher level, knowing he was mounted in his own lovely daughter -in -law, and he was here to fill her and make her pregnant, whether she wanted his seed or not. His hands gripping her shoulders now, pulling his body to hers with tremendous thrusts then relaxing in turn, like a wave on a beach.
Now the initial invasion was over, she began to enjoy his ministrations, in a strange sort of way, the sensation was not unlike his sons games, so she tried to imagine it was her own sweet Terry thrusting himself deep into her, the head of the invader banging about well up inside her, where only her man, her Terry had really been before…she could sense he was near, he, this invader of her marriage, this, this… ooh… she knew he would soon be filling her, pumping her full with his slime, his cum, his seed ,the necessary potent seed she so desperately needed… ooh… oh, would she become pregnant though…she was perfectly ripe, today was spot on…oh… so very right, her and his mother, they had discussed it! She began to climax, a small but significant start, a grip of him with her inside muscles that triggering his own response, her belly suddenly filling with his seed, pump after pump as he groaned his joy, would he ever stop filling her… he was like a douche, a pump transferring his hot and potent slop, a hot deluge… a joy… ooh… a huge eye rolling gasping climax took her on wings, uncontrollable waves of an intensity she had hardly known this last year, a quantity of hot seed her husband couldn’t hope to equal. Without withdrawing he collapsed on her back, she knew by his stiffness still she could expect more, but he needed to get himself together. She sighed, was it contentment, or resignation… who knows… but she felt fulfilled, guiltless, and wanted above all to take this ardent lover in her arms and smother him in kisses of thanks…
On the sofa mothers fingers and the unfolding drama before them was having its effect coupled with the location of his hand and the feel of her soft pliant body he had worshipped for so long, he began to fill his y fronts, it was megger. Mother too was beginning to heat up, she stood dragged her son and would be suitor to his feet and physically dragged him through the door and away up the stairs, she knew what she needed, and she was determined she was going to have him…

Dad by this time was stirring his stumps as they say round here, he lifted his upper body and began once more humping at the still secure woman, this time she was more compliant, she knew what to expect, knew he would just use her, just treat her like a doll, a target, an object…oh he knew it was his sons wife, knew it was a woman he had long wanted, but it mattered not, this was for his gratification, his orgasm, his fun, with little thought about her or her needs. He released her gag, thinking to let the poor cow breath, she spat it out and shaking her head it fell from her face in a soggy ball… she was gratefully stretching her jaw as he hammered himself home deep into her warm wet tunnel. She began to moan, not now in pain or distress but a sensual, grateful moan of contentment and perhaps a little pinch of enjoyment.
Such was his assault the table began jerking steadily away from him across the cold hard-tiled floor, with every thrust moving an inch or two towards the sink. Every thrust causing a grunt or groan from her and a screech from the protesting table legs, her head now facing the table top her forehead pressed hard on the surface as if to counter his energetic ramming of himself into her as if he was trying to force himself up into her chest! Again, with a cry he emptied his balls into her, her body, her traitorous body, began its own climax, telling them that however much her conscience denied it…she was enjoying this treatment, this enforced use of her body, this breeding this ****. It was to happen time and again that afternoon, the table hard against the solid sink by now, the time between trysts longer, even to the old boy sitting down between bouts, she was full of his seed, overfull in fact, seed dripped onto the tiles and trickled its way down her inner thighs as she lay awaiting his next bout, the ropes were cutting into her wrists, she was still excited, full, exhausted but cool even cold, in the big old kitchen, she needed to pee, they had not spoken, they both knew why they were there, both knew that until mother was sated, up in her bedroom with Terry, this was not going to stop, but in her heart she hoped with joy she was with c***d, knew her eggs and his tadpoles were having a field day… and knew she wanted this man again, as a proper lover, not as a sire!
He had mounted her yet again and was beginning rather tiredly to take her once more when the i****tuous pair appeared, at the kitchen door, they watched both naked and fascinated as the older man slammed his last ounce of both seed and energy into Sally, then as he dismounted he became aware of their presence. Eager hands released the lass, as dad staggered to his regular chair and slumped exhausted into its waiting and familiar arms!
Sally sat on one of the kitchen benches, too exhausted to stagger further, restoring circulation by rubbing her wrists, and ankles Terry`s arm round her, reassuring her he was not upset in anyway by the turn of events and ascertaining she was OK. Her lovers seed wetting the bench seat, as they kissed. Mother her attitude brisk and reinvigorated from the afternoons “entertainment” put on the kettle, brightly asking if she been right, bondage does take away any control don`t it” and then asking if the younger woman felt any guilt, remorse or defiled or whatever!
The lass grinned weakly, said she was “tired and needed time to get her thoughts together, in a bath perhaps, and she needed desperately to pee as well?” Her husband helping her up the stairs to the bathroom, running a warm bath while she relieved herself, mother following with a hot drink, then returning to straighten the kitchen, her husband the forgotten hero snoring in his armchair!
An hour past, dad still sleeping, Terry and his mother having removed all traces of the afternoon, mopped up the floor and turned on the oven to warm through the big restorative pie she had busied herself with while waiting for Sally to doze off, many hours back.
The i****tuous pair were sat holding hands quietly across the kitchen table and drinking their tea, like young star-crossed lovers, still as naked as they had spent the afternoon, neither saying a lot. Three very satisfying times that afternoon he had had her in her own bed, three hard and lust filled times with an urgency that is hard to describe, lust, not love, three times too make up for lost time screwing`s, and three times which they both knew was not going to completely sate their desires, neither of them, but suddenly remembering what was occurring downstairs they had torn themselves away to release the hopefully fully fertilised maiden.
Sally now appeared, still on wobbly legs, wearing a dressing gown and still trying to massage her wrists, the moment past, like naughty school-k**s with fingers in the sweetie jar mother and son rapidly broke contact, Sally laughed at that and as mother poured tea for her she sat beside them. “Well, if I am not pregnant now, then I never shall be,” she nodded towards her would be bull, “I thought he would never stop, I thought he would have a heart attack if you had not returned! Six times in four hours, must have been like a marathon at his age, and come, by heaven he comes in gallons…! She grinned then added nodding at the stove…” How long I am starving…!”
They had an early night, the effects of the filling meal and the afternoon having tired them all out, not a lot was said in the granny flat, until that all-important pregnancy test, there would be, not much to be said. Sally did ask “if he had fulfilled his fantasies?” to which he said he had, “but it had given him a taste for things he didn’t know he had wanted before!” she said,” Me too” and promptly drifted off to sleep.
Dad had no difficulty getting to sleep, only asking of mother, “if he had done ok, and if she had had a good afternoon?” her passionate kisses said it all!
It was a late start next day, breakfast consisted of toast, and tea, each party arriving at the table looking brighter than when they had gone to bed. Mother as direct as always, asked, if her daughter in law “felt full yet or did she want more?” all eyes swivelled to Sally, who grinned and said that “she had got over the guilt thing, and wanted to have dad again, but this time as a lover, not as a bull!” the older man visibly brightened, a greater compliment he could not have imagined. Eyes turned to Terry, who exclaimed that he had no objections, but he and mother still had some unfinished business to attend too, and the shed still needed finishing before they went home, perhaps they should do that first then swap overnight? That reluctantly was agreed, and the day proceeded fairly normally, though not without the occasional loving touch or the odd kiss between both married or, un-married couples as they passed during the course of the day, it being like foreplay!
The evening meal being over they retired to the lounge and sat watching that box once more, no-one wishing to be the first move off to bed, not wishing to appear that eager.
It was finally Mother that cracked, silently she stood took Terrys hand and without a word led him to her bed. Dad turned to Sally and in a quiet voice said, “were you serious about taking me as a lover? I mean I`m old and not in your league, your beautiful, you could have any man by just smiling at them, but you said you wanted me, and though I am flattered and have wanted you since we met, I can`t help wondering, is it from sympathy or pity or what?”
She simply kissed him on the forehead, and said that, she had endured the afternoon on that table to become pregnant, simply that… but he had “done right well, and if she was to give herself to another man outside her marriage, well, he was normally gentle, caring, and he had proved he could screw out there on that bloody table!” she smiled a smile that lit up his heart then added, “for the latter part of the time on that table, all I had wanted to do was to be free to throw my arms round you and just love you, not just be mechanically taken, I wanted to enjoy the sex with you, properly as a free woman, lust had taken over, not necessity, by then if I was going to be pregnant I would have been so, no it was not pity, nor sympathy, I just wanted to make love, not be victim to my master or screwing to Ramona`s tune however well-meaning and for my benefit it all was…understand? She stood hauled the old boy to his feet kissed him tenderly and switching out the lights as they went, she led him to, the granny flat.
Upstairs Terry was slowly undressing his mother, last time their clothing had been torn off by them both being in a frenzy of anticipation brought on by watching his beloved wife being taken, tied on the kitchen table, aided by simple long-term lust for his mother. This time it was just a ‘man on mature lust’. this slow undressing was called ‘unwrapping the parcel’, in his favourite authors stories whenever he dabbled on xhamster the one porn site, he used and trusted. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her between buttons, finally sliding from her shoulders, pushed by him and assisted by her straightening her arms to speed its departure, her bra a black lacy creation, that held a pair of magnificently large breasts, which he had lusted after as long as he could remember, and which he was kissing avidly before the blouse hit the floor. He sat on the bed hauling her to him, so she stood between his knees, his hands scrabbling to find the catch of that lacy cradle. Her hands in his hair holding his head and she kissed him as the hooks finally released, the thin black straps falling over her shoulders and the twin orbs falling free as the cups fell away, a waterfall of ripe fruit. Her nipples stiff with excitement faced downwards nowadays, but they were still to him his fantasy, and he pushed her away a little just so he could take in the whole picture. It was beyond his wildest dreams, his own mother, naked from the waist upwards standing for him, and letting him look as he always had wished, and with the knowledge she was willingly going to let him… not only touch her but have her sexually….it was beyond fantastic… his marriage forgotten, his wife and his father out in the flat, not even on the mental agenda, at this moment there was just this woman, who had brought him into this world, who he had fantasised about for so many long years and who was now stood, submissively allowing him to lust over her and would soon be making love to him…
His hands reached out to cup and lift her right breast, heavy and oh so soft, his lips searching and finding that fat nipple, stiff with lust and excitement her breath taken in hard as he latched on, nuzzling and suckling just as he used to as a c***d. She fell at him and they tumbled to the bed, the bra tangled under her breasts, straps still on either arm, it was to be a long slow and lust filled night.
It was a tousle haired bow-legged Sally that appeared in the kitchen that morning, her night with her husband`s father had been out of this world. He had proved to be a tender, loving partner, not a lust machine as was the case at the table, but gentle, thorough and passionate as a lover. They had sated their lust, talked a little, then slowly and fantastically made love, Terry was a good lover, he had an instinct for it, he just couldn’t fill her with good seed, dad though, dad was something else, someone else`s husband it was true, not in life her sort of man, but as a lover he was magic. She had reached new heights, even once blacking out with the overload of feelings as she came and came and came again, the old boy managing to overfill her more times than she could count. Tea made she took cup`s up to her husband and his mother, there being only a quiet and sleepy answer she entered the room, which stank of sex, the bed a mess, and the lovers still entwined. Terry sleepily watching his wife place the cups down, and not wishing to wake his lover, whispered that he loved her, and they quietly kissed, proving if proof was needed that their marriage was undamaged.
They live as one family now, Mum and dad in the granny flat, Sally and Terry with the twins, (born 9 months to the day after that fateful bondage day) who all live in the main house, and yes, they still share… everything!