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Dad of course pulled my leg unmercifully,
Laughing at my exhaustion, and saying Moira had that effect on folk, though I told him my tiredness was probably because of her sister, his mouth dropped open, “you took both of them?”
I told him I had, and he laughed even more heartily, saying, “Christ boy, one of those two is enough to cripple most men, well done!” And I knew I had gone up in his estimation, though I did wonder how he knew…
It was a few days later that my mum had a word, “dad tells me you took your secretary away last weekend,” woops watch where you put your feet micky…! “erm, yes mum!” she smiled, “and dad says her sister too” I grinned, “yeh well I hadn’t been warned, “she laughed, then said, “I suppose you think you could cope with any women now?” I said I should have a good try and she floored me with her next words, “would you sleep with me then son?” my jaw dropped open, then I said, “what about dad?” she grinned then said “that’s noble of you, but I shall tell him first, it`s our way, it has been since the cherry duty day`s!”
At that time, I had never heard of Cherry duty, but she clammed up saying it was none of my business, and the question stood would I please sleep with her, so she could see how good I was…? so I said I would love too, as long as it wouldn’t cause a problem. She kissed me and it was no mum and son kiss!
She said that she knew of dad and Moira, and dad and Jenny, but with a grin she said, “taking on both, well that is awesome”
I went to work a bit bemused, one of my duties that day was to visit the room where they put cream in doughnuts, working away in there were a number of older women, amongst who was Katherine, from Nile street. I knew that she had been here for ever, in fact that was why I was here to tell her she was now section head. Either way while I was with her in her new office, I asked her about Cherry duty? She was guarded to save the least, so I explained that I had heard about the duty and wanted to know more, and it would go no further…
Reluctantly, well, needing the promotion, she told me all about “cherry duties” and again with a bit of arm twisting she told me of her own part in the job, and why they did it and saying most of the oldest women in the place had been involved one way or another, keeping my mothers name well out of the frame I noticed, but praising the way mum and dad had got rid so quickly as soon as they could. Though I could put 2 and 2 together!
I thanked her and promised it would go no further, and we would not need to use that subject again, which had her much relieved. Then I told her she was now supervisor in charge of the creamery and left her too her new duties. At least one woman here was a happy soul.
Dad called into my office on the following Friday and typical of dad, he came straight to the point, “Your mum tells me she asked you to sleep with her!” it was a bald statement of fact and it shook me a bit. “ern, well… yes, but I didn’t want to upset you dad.”
“That’s what she said, and I was touched, thanks lad a lot would have just steamed in, anyway, look, have you heard of cherry duties?” I said I had, he went on, “times were hard, and I mean really hard here, so you mustn`t judge by todays situation and the women were forced back then by necessity, to do things they hated, to keep the family fed and housed, your mum was a hansom woman then and she too had to comply, I hated it, but… well, it was that or starve” he looked pained, then said “We had a stroke of luck, and found a way out, but since then …well you see some of the women, well, they found they liked having a variety, and one or two of us men found secretly it was a turn on being cuckolded, though most would never admit it so mum and I made a decision that we would have other partners, rather than cheat as so many of the men hereabouts did,!” he went on, “this town became like Sodom and Gomorrah at one time!” he smiled at the memory, “either way mum has set her heart on having you, so if you`re up for it, I am ok with it if you want too … just as long as we all know and its done discretely and mum doesn’t get hurt, as she`s not as good looking as she once was, and I don’t want her upset.” with that he turned and left, leaving me with my jaw slack and feeling pretty shocked.
I rang mum, and told her to keep the weekend free, as I was taking her away for the weekend, I then rang and booked a room in one of the hotels, this one at the seaside, about 30 miles away, the manager a friend I had known at uni, booking us the bridal suite, though saying I needed discression, as the lady was married and a little older than I. Robin, my friend, said “he understood perfectly, and it would all be ok!”
Thus, it was, that mother and I left together on that Friday evening for the Seagull hotel, for all the world acting like a young blade taking an older secretary away for the weekend. Neither one of the three of us had spoken of it other than the conversation when I told her I was taking her away, but both of us where fully aware of what was occurring.
Robin met us on the hotel steps, outside seeing off another guest, he booked us in and took us up to the suite, on the top floor with a balcony overlooking the sea, it was magic, the sky a pearl and flushed pink sunset over a flat calm darkening sea, before he left he poured a complimentary champagne then discretely left us at the outside table. On the way here, mother had insisted I call her Sue and treated her as a lover all weekend, which suited me fine. We watched the sunset die and the darkness slowly take over. Then, the bottle now dead we went inside.
We kissed as if we had never kissed before, she was just a fantastic lover, her arms round my neck, her body against mine, lips hot on mine and her tongue in my mouth. God what a turn on, that woman was, we began to undress, gentle steady finger-work, on both our parts, soon had my top naked and hers down to a lacy white uplift platform on which lay two beautiful breasts like oranges on a green-grocers shelf, the long but small nubs, stiff to touch the breasts soft but full, I was entranced, bending to kiss and suck on the nipples, her head lifting back in a long, long gasp of “aaaah,” and “oh yes!” she undid my belt and slid down both trousers and pants, my tool springing up stiffly, to her complete joy.
She knelt kissed it then began sucking on it like it was a teet. It was odds on that I was not going to last many seconds, and that proved to be the case, my seed spraying on her neck, her breasts and her shoulder. That she treated it as a compliment, she chuckled, said that she “had not lost her touch then!” and coming out with “well that should slow your gallop!” while scr****g goo into her cupped hand and then conveying it to her tongue, giving the effect that my goo was caviar, or some such. I was instantly stiff once more. And she looked more shocked, saying “my, my aren’t` we eager Micky, and with such an old lady too” I grinned, then knelt, and as if I was worshipping her body, slid down her lower clothing in a soft lump, that landed round her ankles.
She had a slightly larger belly and hips than I had imagined, but no way was she unsightly, just cuddly, (I still am in love with cuddlees’… strange is it not). She stepped towards me thrusting her pubic area at my face in an obvious invitation I was not going to ignore. My tongue soon found the little bud that both Moira and Jenny found so beneficial, and bingo it did the same with my mum… she went into what amounted to spasm, head back arms wrapped round my head, hands pulling me onwards, breathing in gasps between ooh`s and aaah`s, that told me how much she was enjoying my ministrations.
Her breathing returned to a more normal pace, then she pulled me from her honeypot and led me to the bed, dropping my trousers on the way. We lay together savouring the moment, her telling me that she had “wanted me since I was 14 or 15, wanted me to be man enough for the job, know enough not to disappoint and be man enough to just take her in any way I wanted!”
“ I explained that as a youngster, as soon as I knew what sex and attraction was I had wanted to have her...but I had never had the balls till Moira took me under her wing…!” she grinned and said Moira had been money well spent, and she seemed to have taught you well, she may yet get a bonus , it rather depended on your next hour or two…!” the3n she kissed me again. Without another word I rolled onto my mothers body, my rampant tool slid into her and with a groan she raised her hips to meet with my engorged thrusting cock. We began to dance, in and out went that shaft , her hips lifting perfectly too meet each thrust, it was perfect, automaticall, our minds in top gear, as we banged at one another, there was no conscious thoughts, it just happened, we even got faster more urgent, more intense, the roller coaster car reached the top, them paused before the climax, and the decent into oblivion. It took time to return to this world, we kissed once more then laughed and kissed once more, “I asked if my secretary would get her bonus…” she answered that, ”she thought the woman had done a fair job, but probably deserved it, but she would confirm it later in the weekend!”
That weekend was magic, mum taught me different positions, anal sex, and how to slow down, she drained my balls, and not just once, she gave me hand jobs, sucked me, snowballed me, bit me and allowed me to bite her, leave hickies for dad to know I had been, we ate well, drank a bit, walked on the beach and talked,. She told me of the hard times about cherry duties, about dad, his love of being cuckolded, of him having found and used Moira, of the three in a bed weekend they had had in the west country, and of my sisters going to uni and her becoming our chemist, how she knew about her parents sexual games, and how she had forgiven them, though she would have little now to do with that sort of thing, taking up religion instead.
It was a reluctant pair that drove away from the hotel early on that Monday, we were late, but the cream buns could wait, we knew that we would be together again, and we knew that my dad would be a happy chap once more.
Dad of course pulled my leg unmercifully,
Laughing at my exhaustion, and saying Moira had that effect on folk, though I told him my tiredness was probably because of her sister, his mouth dropped open, “you took both of them?”
I told him I had, and he laughed even more heartily, saying, “Christ boy, one of those two is enough to cripple most men, well done!” And I knew I had gone up in his estimation, though I did wonder how he knew…
It was a few days later that my mum had a word, “dad tells me you took your secretary away last weekend,” woops watch where you put your feet micky…! “erm, yes mum!” she smiled, “and dad says her sister too” I grinned, “yeh well I hadn’t been warned, “she laughed, then said, “I suppose you think you could cope with any women now?” I said I should have a good try and she floored me with her next words, “would you sleep with me then son?” my jaw dropped open, then I said, “what about dad?” she grinned then said “that’s noble of you, but I shall tell him first, it`s our way, it has been since the cherry duty day`s!”
At that time, I had never heard of Cherry duty, but she clammed up saying it was none of my business, and the question stood would I please sleep with her, so she could see how good I was…? so I said I would love too, as long as it wouldn’t cause a problem. She kissed me and it was no mum and son kiss!
She said that she knew of dad and Moira, and dad and Jenny, but with a grin she said, “taking on both, well that is awesome”
I went to work a bit bemused, one of my duties that day was to visit the room where they put cream in doughnuts, working away in there were a number of older women, amongst who was Katherine, from Nile street. I knew that she had been here for ever, in fact that was why I was here to tell her she was now section head. Either way while I was with her in her new office, I asked her about Cherry duty? She was guarded to save the least, so I explained that I had heard about the duty and wanted to know more, and it would go no further…
Reluctantly, well, needing the promotion, she told me all about “cherry duties” and again with a bit of arm twisting she told me of her own part in the job, and why they did it and saying most of the oldest women in the place had been involved one way or another, keeping my mothers name well out of the frame I noticed, but praising the way mum and dad had got rid so quickly as soon as they could. Though I could put 2 and 2 together!
I thanked her and promised it would go no further, and we would not need to use that subject again, which had her much relieved. Then I told her she was now supervisor in charge of the creamery and left her too her new duties. At least one woman here was a happy soul.
Dad called into my office on the following Friday and typical of dad, he came straight to the point, “Your mum tells me she asked you to sleep with her!” it was a bald statement of fact and it shook me a bit. “ern, well… yes, but I didn’t want to upset you dad.”
“That’s what she said, and I was touched, thanks lad a lot would have just steamed in, anyway, look, have you heard of cherry duties?” I said I had, he went on, “times were hard, and I mean really hard here, so you mustn`t judge by todays situation and the women were forced back then by necessity, to do things they hated, to keep the family fed and housed, your mum was a hansom woman then and she too had to comply, I hated it, but… well, it was that or starve” he looked pained, then said “We had a stroke of luck, and found a way out, but since then …well you see some of the women, well, they found they liked having a variety, and one or two of us men found secretly it was a turn on being cuckolded, though most would never admit it so mum and I made a decision that we would have other partners, rather than cheat as so many of the men hereabouts did,!” he went on, “this town became like Sodom and Gomorrah at one time!” he smiled at the memory, “either way mum has set her heart on having you, so if you`re up for it, I am ok with it if you want too … just as long as we all know and its done discretely and mum doesn’t get hurt, as she`s not as good looking as she once was, and I don’t want her upset.” with that he turned and left, leaving me with my jaw slack and feeling pretty shocked.
I rang mum, and told her to keep the weekend free, as I was taking her away for the weekend, I then rang and booked a room in one of the hotels, this one at the seaside, about 30 miles away, the manager a friend I had known at uni, booking us the bridal suite, though saying I needed discression, as the lady was married and a little older than I. Robin, my friend, said “he understood perfectly, and it would all be ok!”
Thus, it was, that mother and I left together on that Friday evening for the Seagull hotel, for all the world acting like a young blade taking an older secretary away for the weekend. Neither one of the three of us had spoken of it other than the conversation when I told her I was taking her away, but both of us where fully aware of what was occurring.
Robin met us on the hotel steps, outside seeing off another guest, he booked us in and took us up to the suite, on the top floor with a balcony overlooking the sea, it was magic, the sky a pearl and flushed pink sunset over a flat calm darkening sea, before he left he poured a complimentary champagne then discretely left us at the outside table. On the way here, mother had insisted I call her Sue and treated her as a lover all weekend, which suited me fine. We watched the sunset die and the darkness slowly take over. Then, the bottle now dead we went inside.
We kissed as if we had never kissed before, she was just a fantastic lover, her arms round my neck, her body against mine, lips hot on mine and her tongue in my mouth. God what a turn on, that woman was, we began to undress, gentle steady finger-work, on both our parts, soon had my top naked and hers down to a lacy white uplift platform on which lay two beautiful breasts like oranges on a green-grocers shelf, the long but small nubs, stiff to touch the breasts soft but full, I was entranced, bending to kiss and suck on the nipples, her head lifting back in a long, long gasp of “aaaah,” and “oh yes!” she undid my belt and slid down both trousers and pants, my tool springing up stiffly, to her complete joy.
She knelt kissed it then began sucking on it like it was a teet. It was odds on that I was not going to last many seconds, and that proved to be the case, my seed spraying on her neck, her breasts and her shoulder. That she treated it as a compliment, she chuckled, said that she “had not lost her touch then!” and coming out with “well that should slow your gallop!” while scr****g goo into her cupped hand and then conveying it to her tongue, giving the effect that my goo was caviar, or some such. I was instantly stiff once more. And she looked more shocked, saying “my, my aren’t` we eager Micky, and with such an old lady too” I grinned, then knelt, and as if I was worshipping her body, slid down her lower clothing in a soft lump, that landed round her ankles.
She had a slightly larger belly and hips than I had imagined, but no way was she unsightly, just cuddly, (I still am in love with cuddlees’… strange is it not). She stepped towards me thrusting her pubic area at my face in an obvious invitation I was not going to ignore. My tongue soon found the little bud that both Moira and Jenny found so beneficial, and bingo it did the same with my mum… she went into what amounted to spasm, head back arms wrapped round my head, hands pulling me onwards, breathing in gasps between ooh`s and aaah`s, that told me how much she was enjoying my ministrations.
Her breathing returned to a more normal pace, then she pulled me from her honeypot and led me to the bed, dropping my trousers on the way. We lay together savouring the moment, her telling me that she had “wanted me since I was 14 or 15, wanted me to be man enough for the job, know enough not to disappoint and be man enough to just take her in any way I wanted!”
“ I explained that as a youngster, as soon as I knew what sex and attraction was I had wanted to have her...but I had never had the balls till Moira took me under her wing…!” she grinned and said Moira had been money well spent, and she seemed to have taught you well, she may yet get a bonus , it rather depended on your next hour or two…!” the3n she kissed me again. Without another word I rolled onto my mothers body, my rampant tool slid into her and with a groan she raised her hips to meet with my engorged thrusting cock. We began to dance, in and out went that shaft , her hips lifting perfectly too meet each thrust, it was perfect, automaticall, our minds in top gear, as we banged at one another, there was no conscious thoughts, it just happened, we even got faster more urgent, more intense, the roller coaster car reached the top, them paused before the climax, and the decent into oblivion. It took time to return to this world, we kissed once more then laughed and kissed once more, “I asked if my secretary would get her bonus…” she answered that, ”she thought the woman had done a fair job, but probably deserved it, but she would confirm it later in the weekend!”
That weekend was magic, mum taught me different positions, anal sex, and how to slow down, she drained my balls, and not just once, she gave me hand jobs, sucked me, snowballed me, bit me and allowed me to bite her, leave hickies for dad to know I had been, we ate well, drank a bit, walked on the beach and talked,. She told me of the hard times about cherry duties, about dad, his love of being cuckolded, of him having found and used Moira, of the three in a bed weekend they had had in the west country, and of my sisters going to uni and her becoming our chemist, how she knew about her parents sexual games, and how she had forgiven them, though she would have little now to do with that sort of thing, taking up religion instead.
It was a reluctant pair that drove away from the hotel early on that Monday, we were late, but the cream buns could wait, we knew that we would be together again, and we knew that my dad would be a happy chap once more.
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