Family Life. Ch 11. The Set Up. free porn video

David decided not to go back to work, not that there would be much work done and he wasn’t in the mood to romp on the bed with Dan and his mother. He cursed himself for being so open with Jean, if he had said nothing they would have been in bed together now, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to make love to her because of the way that bastard copper had hurt her, but he could still hold her, feel her body next to his, but no, he had to be stupid and tell her everything and now he had lost her. He felt totally bereft, tears streaming down his cheeks as he wandered through the wood. He had heard people say that love hurts but he had always laughed at that, now he knew how painful it was.

He had lost all track of time until he walked back into town and heard the church clock chime five o’clock. He realised he was hungry so made his way home.

“Hi sweetheart,” his mother called as he entered the front door. “We were disappointed you didn’t join us,” she said, walking over to him and putting her arms around him. “I had such a good time, having you there as well would have been heaven,” her hand went to the front of his trousers, “if you want me now we have time,” she said, “Laura rang and said she had met John and they were going to the pictures and your father won’t be home for a couple of hours, shall we go upstairs, it would be nice to do it on a bed with you.”

David pushed her away, “Look Mum,” he said sharply, “if you’re that desperate to fuck, get naked and bend over the table and we’ll fuck, l’m not in the mood for any of that luvvy dovey stuff.”

“Okay baby,” she said, realising that something had upset him and suspecting it had to do with Paul’s mother. She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body.

David looked at the red stripes on her tits, he had seen red patches earlier but now there were thin red lines across both tits.

“Fuck Mum!” He said, “what the fuck have you been doing?”

“Just a bit of fun sweetheart,” she smiled, holding her tits up to show them off, then turning to show similar red lines across her bottom. “Dan got a bit carried away, but that’s okay, it was fun but it would have been better if you’d been there too, l really wanted two cocks at once like before.”

She turned and bent over the table, spreading her legs. “Come on baby,” she said, using her hands to spread her buttocks. “Give Mummy what she needs most, fill Mummy’s holes with spunk.”

“”You really are a dirty whore,” he said, releasing his cock and sliding it into her soaking wet cunt.

“That’s good baby,” she sighed as his cock went deep inside her, “l bet Paul is doing this to his Mummy.”

“Don’t say that,” he ordered her, slamming his cock into her.

“That’s good baby,” she responded, “good and deep, just like Paul is giving her.”

“Shut up!” He shouted, grabbing her tits and twisting them, “don’t say things like that about her, she’s not a slut like you.”

“Of course she is baby,” she replied, ”l bet Paul’s got that big cock of his buried in her arsehole right now.”
“Shut up! Shut up!” He cried, giving her tits a hard slap, “don’t talk about her like that.”

David felt her orgasm as her hot juices poured over his cock.

“Oh yes baby, Mummy’s cumming baby…l bet Paul is making her cum…l bet he’s fucking his slut mother.”

“Shut up!” He shouted, driving his cock into her again and twisting her tits harder.

“Oh god yes baby!” She cried as another orgasm ripped through her. “In my bum baby…fuck my bum, just like you fuck hers.”

“Stop it,” he yelled, pulling out of her cunt and driving it full length into her anus.

“Oh god yes baby,” she cried as another, deeper orgasm took hold of her.

“You’re just a cunt,” he said thrusting into her, “just a slut cunt of a mother, she’s special, beautiful, not like you, you’re just a cunt.”

One final lunge and he emptied his seed into her arsehole, holding it deep as it pumped into her. Without saying another word, he pulled out, wiping his cock on her buttocks, then turned and headed for the stairs.

Mary dressed and waited a while as she heard David moving about upstairs. Eventually things went quiet and she gathered herself and went up. David’s bedroom door was open, he was lying on the bed, naked, freshly showered, staring into space. Mary studied him for a moment, thinking what a beautiful man he had become, she could see the anguish on his face. She thought back to the time when she had lost her American lover, how she had believed the world would end, she knew that David was feeling like that now. Tentatively, she knocked on the open door.

“Can l come in?” She asked.

David’s only response was a slight nod. Mary approached the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She said.

There was a lengthy silence before David responded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “l really hurt you didn’t l.”

“That’s not important sweetheart,” she replied, “it was my own fault for egging you on, l got what l deserved.”

“No Mum,” he turned towards her, “sons and mothers should not be doing what we’re doing, l shouldn’t be doing it with Laura…it’s wrong Mum…l deserve to be punished, and now l’ve lost the woman l love, all because of what we’re doing.”

“What do you mean baby,” she said, resting one hand on his knee.

“I told her Mum,” he replied, “l told her everything…l had to…l love her Mum, l couldn’t keep secrets from her.”
“What did she say baby?”

“She just told me to leave,” he replied, “but l saw the look on her face Mum.”

“Well she’s in no position to judge,” Mary responded, “what’s so different between what we’re doing and what she’s doing with Paul.”

“That’s different Mum,” he snapped at her, “there’s a reason for that, it’s because she loves him.”

“But l love you baby,” she replied, “Laura loves you, l know what we do is more advanced than what she’s doing but different women have different needs baby, l have never been happier than l’ve been since we started doing it, l know Laura feels the same.”

David looked at her.

“Oh yes she does baby,” she continued, “she just likes to make herself feel she’s being forced, but believe me she loves that baby inside her because it’s yours, my only regret is that you can’t make one in me. We love you baby, l know that is not what you want to hear, you want to hear it from her, believe me baby, l do know what it’s like to lose your first love.”

“You mean Antoine?” He said.

“Yes baby, when they told me he had been killed in Normandy l wanted to die, the only thing that saved me was his baby inside me, then l lost that as well and it was as if God was punishing me for falling in love with a black man.”

“I’m sorry Mum, l really am. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that, that’s not the person l am.”

“Shush baby,” she said, u*********sly moving her hand up to his thigh, “l wanted it baby, l wanted the pain, just like l wanted it with Dan earlier. Your Uncle Jack has taught me that l love the pain, l know you must think l’m some perverted monster.”

“No Mum,” he interrupted, “But is it right that l feel so good when l’m doing it to you?”

“Some men need to be masterful, baby, and more often than not, women like their men to be masterful, there are just varying degrees, don’t try to analyse it baby, that will tie you in knots, just enjoy it. You have two women who want to please you and want you to dominate them, most men would give a fortune for that situation.”

“Not Dad though,” David replied.

“Your father has his own problems, and prefers to find his solutions in a bottle, he knows l don’t love him, never have, he just happened to be there when l was at my lowest ebb and l just went along with it. The only good thing in our marriage has been you and Laura, and now l’m going to be a granny to a beautiful baby that has been made by my beautiful c***dren.”

“Do you think Jean will take me back?” He asked.

“I don’t know baby, it’s not just about what you told her, look at the age difference, she’s the same age as me, she probably thinks it’s best to end it now before it gets too serious.”

Mary noticed that her hand had wandered to the inside of his thigh, also that his cock was semi erect, she reached out a finger, tracing her nail over the head of his cock, pleased to see a reaction.

“You can’t resist it can you?” David said, looking at her with the glimmer of a smile.

“Well, it looks like he’s interested,” she laughed, sliding her hand over and taking hold of him, feeling the pulses in his shaft as his erection grew.

“I thought you were sore,” he said.

“Never too saw for my baby,” she replied, gently squeezing his cock, causing a bead of pre cum to form at the tip. She bent forward, lifting the bead with the tip of her tongue.

“You’re a witch Mum,” he chuckled, reaching across and caressing her breasts.

“You just let Mummy look after you,” she said, bend and slipping her mouth over the head of his penis. She took him deep, then released him and travelled down his shaft to his balls sucking each one in turn before taking him back into her mouth. She worked on him slowly, gently, taking him to the edge of orgasm, holding him there then releasing him.

David laid back, relishing the warmth of her mouth, feeling his orgasm building.

Mary released him, climbing onto the bed she got astride him, positioning herself over his cock before sliding her hot, wet cunt down onto him.

“That’s where Mummy wants her baby,” she sighed, leaning forward to brush his mouth with her nipples. “Suck them baby, suck on Mummy’s big titties.”

David sucked on each in turn, sucking them deep into his mouth, hearing her gasp with pleasure as his teeth nibbled them. It felt like his cock was in a furnace as she rotated her pelvis on him.

“Fuck your Mummy baby, give her your seed baby, Mummy loves you baby.”

He felt the heat building in his balls, he didn’t have to move, the muscles in her cunt were contracting around him. He felt a slight tremor inside her then the warm flow of liquid engulfing his cock.

“You made Mummy cum baby, cum with me baby.” She gave a deep sigh as she felt his hot spunk bathing the inside of her cunt.

“I love you Mum,” he said as she collapsed on top of him, his cock still pulsating inside her.

“I love you baby,” she said as she buried her face in his neck, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

They lay together, joined, for ages, hold and caressing each other, kissing softly. They must have both drifted off to sleep for a few moments until she gave a low moan as his penis finally lipped out of her.

“We had better get sorted,” she said, “your father will be home soon.” They kissed again before she rolled off him, turning and kissing him again she said, “that was the best ever.”
Later, once his father had arrived home, they were all three sat round the table eating their evening meal.

“Are you going to be fit to play Saturday?” Tom asked.

“Yes, l think so,” David replied “the knock wasn’t that bad, the swelling went down quickly once l iced it.”

“Good,” Tom said, “we need our best player, they were your strongest opposition last season, there should be a big crowd there too.”

“I hope so,” David said, giving his mother a sly smile and a wink, “l hope there’s a really big crowd there.”

The following day David spent the morning having a driving lesson, with Dan going on endlessly about how sexy his mother was. David was pleased for Dan but as he kept on telling him how wonderful she was David couldn’t help thinking about his own special woman, he wondered if he would ever get close enough to touch Jean again.

Dan had a meeting with his bank manager all afternoon, David had a few small jobs to finish in the workshop, packing in in time to take a detour past Paul’s house on the way home. He was hoping to see Jean at least, although he had no idea what he would say to her. As it was, the house looked deserted as he approached which only left him feeling worse than if he hadn’t gone there at all.

Training went well that evening with final instructions especially not to get drawn into the sort of physical confrontation that David knew the opposing team would try to start. “Let they try it,” he thought to himself, “l just feel like laying someone out.”

Friday was another day of driving lessons and finishing off some small jobs. David was pleased when Dan told him he was ready to take his driving test and he picked up the form from the post office on the way home.

Laura was out again with John that evening and his father was in the pub as usual. Any hopes that David might have had of a repeat session with his mother were dashed when she announced that she was going to the Perkins’ to discuss wedding arrangements. David decided to meet up with a few of his team mates to make plans for the match. He did notice Heather Rowlands giving him the eye in the pub, even though she was with her fiancé, but David wasn’t in the mood for casual sex, especially with her and her freaky tits, although he did think she looked different but wasn’t interested enough to concentrate on her.

The pub session had turned into some serious drinking so Saturday morning was spent in bed, trying to get rid of the hangover. The fresh air on the way to the rugby ground helped and by the time he was changed and ready for the warm up he was feeling fine.

As he was finishing his warm up he spotted Paul with his parents on the touchline, he had always made a point of talking to Paul before a game and felt it would have been cruel not to go over to him.

As he approached Paul rushed to him, throwing his arms around him, wanting to know what David thought the score would be, they did this ritual before every game, each predicting the score with a bar of chocolate for the winner. Mr.Lovell grabbed David’s hand, wishing him well for the game then David turned to Jean. She had a slight flush to her cheeks and David thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“Good luck David,” she said, reaching out a hand to shake his. David notice a little extra pressure as she took his hand, tugging him slightly. He bent to go cheek to cheek with her as they touched she whispered, “We need to talk.” As they parted David was sure he detected warmth in her eyes and his spirits lifted considerably.

The game could not have gone better for David early on he went to tackle his opposite number, the other player put out a firm hand hoping to connect with David’s face as he went in for the tackle but David expertly ducked underneath the outstretched hand, smashing his shoulder into his rib cage, sending him flying backwards with David landing on top of him, winding him severely.

As David got up and ran back into position, leaving his opponent prone on the floor, he heard Paul let out a cheer. He looked over to see Paul jumping up and down but more importantly to David was the broad smile on Jean’s face as she applauded.

The game itself was a close affair, with the result hanging in the balance until the last few minutes. David’s forwards were pressing hard close to the opposition line, David noticed that the player he had flattened earlier was on his own covering an area near the posts. David took off, screaming at his mates to give him the ball, sure enough, one of his pals saw the opportunity, passing to David who charged headlong at his previous victim. Seeing David’s look of determination as he headed toward him, the player only made a weak attempt at tackling him and David crashed over for the decisive score.

As soon as the conversion kick was taken the referee blew his whistle to end the game, as the players shook hands, the player that David had laid out said to him “l’ll get you next time.”

“In your dreams,” David smiled, patting him on the back.

As David walked off, Paul came running over.

“I win, l win,” he said excitedly, “and l get another bar because l had you down to score.”

“But you always have me down to score,” David laughed, then, seeing Paul’s face drop he added, “two bars it is then, l’ll get them from the sweet counter after l’ve showered.”

David noticed the look of admiration on Jean’s face as she came over. “Well played,” she said, shaking his hand then going cheek to cheek she whispered, “My hero.”

Later, in the bar, Mr Perkins came over to talk to David. As a major sponsor of the team all the players were expected to talk to him at some point after the game. David didn’t mind, he quite liked Mr Perkins once he was away from his wife, he found him easy to talk to and very knowledgeable about the game.

As they were talking they both noticed Laura stood by the bar with John, his mother and Mary. Laura had been wearing a coat outside earlier but now David appreciated that she had taken a great deal of care over her outfit. Her dress was tight but not too clingy, although her bulge was still evident, the neckline was low enough to show off some cleavage but not tarty, although the size of her breasts made it look close to the edge.

“She’s a good looking girl your Laura” Mr Perkins said, “John is a lucky lad, although l wonder sometimes what she sees in him.”

“She’s very fond of him,” David replied.

“I’m buggered if l know why,” Mr Perkins replied, “it’s his mother’s fault, she’s been too soft with him and sending him off to that private school, l never agreed with that, full of queers those places. I never thought he had enough in him to get a girl pregnant, especially a beauty like Laura. I tell you David, if l was a few years younger l wouldn’t have said no to a turn with her…ooops, sorry, l shouldn’t have said that.”

“No problem,” David laughed, “you never know what could happen in the future.”

MrPerkins gave David a strange look as they parted, David moving towards a group of his mates he saw Laura looking at him, he touched his nose, a pre-arranged signal, and she gave a slight nod.

David had seen Constable Jones, drinking at the bar, he had seen him looking at Laura and she had been returning his gaze, sending out discreet signals with her eyes. After a while, Laura walked across the room towards the corridor leading to the toilets, brushing against Jones as she went.

She had only been gone a few seconds when Jones left his drink on the bar, heading for the corridor.

David spotted Sergeant Wardlow standing near the bar and went over to him, talking about the game. They had only been talking for a few seconds when there was a loud scream of “Get off me!” from the corridor, the door burst open and Laura came running out, across the room and into the arms of John.

“Oh god John” she cried, clinging to him, “don’t let him near me please, l thought he was going to **** me.” She burst into tears, sobbing violently. Seconds later, Jones burst into the room.

“Don’t let him near me John please,” Laura yelled, “he’s an a****l, look how he tore my dress,” she said, parting from John to display the neckline of he dress torn open displaying a good portion of her breasts.

The initial stunned silence in the room was shattered when Mr Perkins screamed “You dirty bastard, l’m fucking having you,” as he launched himself across the room.

Quickly Sergeant Wardlow stepped in front of him. “Whoa, hold on,” he said, grabbing hold of Mr Perkins.

By now a few of the team including David were approaching Jones threateningly.

“Hang on a minute,” Jones said, putting up both hands, “this is not what you think, she came on to me, she was gagging for it.”

“You lying bastard!” David yelled, forcing his way between his mates, grabbing Jones by the collar and pushing him against the wall. “You shut your fucking mouth or l’ll ram your teeth so far down your throat you’ll be shitting them for a week.”

“That’s enough of that son,” Sergeant Wardlow said, forcing himself between the two of them.

“I’m having him for this, the arrogant bastard,” David said, “Laura’s not the first girl he’s tried it on with.”

“That’s right,” piped up Heather Rowlands, right on cue, “he tried it on with me last week and l spat in his face,” she said.

“That’s a lie,” protested Jones.

“You shut your mouth,” Wardlow said, pointing at him, “l’ve had a belly full of the complaints about you but this is too far matey, you get yourself home and sober up, l want you in my office at eight o’clock in the morning.” Then turning to David he said, “Can you get your sister home son, l’ll come round later and make sure she’s okay.”

With that he grabbed Jones by the collar and frogmarched him out of the club house.

Mr Perkins, drove Laura, Mary and David home, John wanted to join them but Laura said that she just wanted to lie down and get over the shock. As soon as they were in the house and they had seen the car drive away, Laura turned to David.

“Well,” she said with a big grin, “how did l do?”

“You were brilliant sis,” he replied, kissing her, “Christ when you ran out with your dress torn l thought your tits were going to fall out.”

“That was my plan,” she laughed, “l though it would add to the effect.”

“Certainly did that,” he laughed, “every fella there was looking at them, hoping they would bounce out.”

“God l feel so horny,” she said, rubbing the front of his trousers, “can we fuck?”

“Later,” David said, pushing her hand away, “Sergeant Wardlow could be here any minute, you had better get your story straight.”

Almost immediately they heard a car pull up. They saw Sergeant Wardlow getting out and walking up the garden path.

“I’d better go and change,” Laura said, “l don’t want him staring at my tits half hanging out when l’m telling him my story. You’d better fuck me later though, l deserve it.” She patted the slight bulge in his trousers before running up the stairs.

Ten minutes later they were all sat in the lounge, Laura sat with her mother on the sofa, David smiled inwardly when he saw how sweet and innocent she looked, she had rubbed hard at her eyes and now they looked as if she had been crying. She was wearing her dressing gown, pulled tightly around her as she clung to her mother, dabbing at her eyes with a soggy tissue.

“I know this must be distressing for you Laura,” Wardlow began, “but l need you to tell me what happened and l will need some detail for my report.”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice quivering with emotion, “l’m very frightened though, he won’t hurt me if l tell on him will he, l know he did something similar to Heather Rowlands but he threatened her if she told on him.”

“Don’t you worry,” Wardlow assured her, “l’ve already spoken to Heather and believe me, Jones is in serious trouble.”

“He’s horrible Mr.Wardlow,” she said, “he’s always leering at us girls and commenting on how we look, he gives us the creeps.”

“Well He won’t be doing that any more l can assure you,” he said, taking out his pocket book and pencil. “Now tell me what happened.”

“Well, l had just been to the ladies,” she started, “l was walking back down the corridor when he came the other way. He said some naughty things to me.”

“I need to know what he said,” Wardlow said.

“That’s okay sweetheart,” Mary said to her daughter, “Mr Wardlow has to know the exact words he said, l know they’re naughty words but you have to tell him what was said.

At that moment her father arrived, he charged into the lounge, obviously the worse for drink.

“What the hell happened,” he demanded, “l was outside talking to the referee and a few others, someone came out and told me what had gone on but you had all left.”

Wardlow stopped him, telling him that he was just finding out from Laura exactly what had gone on, he told Tom that he would have to control his temper and let Laura finish telling him her story.

“Yes, sit over there,” Mary told him, indicating a chair in the corner, “and don’t upset her even more, she has to say the things he said, they’re naughty words but she has to say them so don’t go flying off the handle.”

Tom accepted Mary’s instruction grudgingly, slumping into the chair. Wardlow turned to Laura and asked her to continue her story.

“Well,” she said, her voice trembling, “as he walked up to me he asked if my……my pussy was still wet from having a pee, then he pushed me against the wall and put his hand up my skirt.” She turned to her mother, “l kept my legs closed tight Mum, honest, l didn’t let him get inside my knickers.”

“Shush baby,” Mary said, glancing at David, who had to turn away to stop himself from laughing.

“It was horrible Mum,” Laura continued, “he managed to get his thing out, he said he wanted me to…..oh Mum, l can’t say that.”

“You have to baby,” Mary told her, “Mr Wardlow has to know everything, it wasn’t your fault baby.”

“That’s right Laura,” Wardlow assured her, “no-one blames you Laura, but we have to have a full account so that we can take action.”

“Okay,” Laura said, dabbing at her eyes, “l understand…anyway, he told me he wanted to put his thing in my mouth.”

“I need his actual words Laura,” Wardlow said.
“Okay,” she replied, “he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock.”

“The bastard,” Tom yelled, getting out of the chair and stumbling, “l’ll kill the bastard, where is he, l’ll kill him.”

Wardlow had risen and caught hold of Tom, restraining him and telling him he either had to let Laura finish her story or he would have to leave the room. It took a few moments but eventually Tom was seated back in his chair. Wardlow turned to Laura and asked her what had happened next.

“I started to cry, I was frightened,” she said, “l managed to push him back and shout at him to get off me, but he grabbed hold of my dress and tore it, he must have stumbled because he let me go and l just ran for the door.”

“That’s all the detail l want,” Wardlow said, “you have been very brave Laura.”

“What’s going to happen to him?” Mary asked.

Wardlow explained that it was really up to Laura, he explained that Jones could be charged with sexual assault but the if he pleaded not guilty then Laura would have to give evidence in court. “That can be a traumatic experience for a young girl,” he said “the defence will obviously make up some story that Laura encouraged him, they make a big thing about what girls are wearing these days, especially if she had a short skirt on. Plus of course there will also be the matter of your err condition,” he said cautiously.

“What are you trying to say,” Tom shouted, slurring his words, “my Laura’s a decent girl, it was the fault of that Perkins poofter, he forced himself on her, how dare you insinuate that my daughter is a trollop.”

“He’s not saying that Tom,” Mary interceded.

“No, of course not,” Wardlow said, “l am merely pointing out that in these sort of cases, the defence will try every trick to question the character of the girl, now in this case, Laura has a second option if she doesn’t want to risk the possibility of having her character questioned in court.”

“What’s the alternative?” Laura asked.

“The alternative is for it to be handled as an internal disciplinary matter,” he continued, “Jones was sent down here from London on extra probation, he’s a right jack the lad, he’s upset a lot of influential people in a short time, now this matter has put the tin lid on it, he will be drummed out of the force and sent packing back to his London home, l can assure you of that.”

“I’ll settle for that,” Laura said, looking at her mother for approval. Mary nodded.

“Right, that’s settled then,” Wardlow said, closing his pocket book, “let me just say how sorry l am that this incident occurred, l hope you are able to put it behind you once you have got over the initial upset. Rest assured, the matter will be dealt with swiftly, l will keep you informed.”

Everyone thanked Wardlow for his prompt action, apart from Tom who sat bleary eyed in his chair. David accompanied the Sergeant to the door while Mary and Laura went into the kitchen. When David returned to the kitchen he saw them both hugging each other, unable to control their laughter.

“You’re some fucking actress,” David said, taking a bottle of beer from the fridge, “l reckon you could have convinced him you are a virgin if you tried, even with that lump in your belly.”

“Well don’t forget you owe me for a new dress,” Laura replied, “and what about that fuck you promised me, come on, let’s go upstairs.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him into the hall.

“We can’t,” he protested quietly, “not while Dad is here.”

“Oh come on,” she said, “he’s drunk anyway, we can be quiet, come on, my cunt is dripping, it needs fucking.”

David gave in and allowed himself to be drawn into the hall. As they passed the door to the lounge they could hear their father snoring, Laura looked in then turned to David.

“He’s spark out on the sofa,” she whispered, “ l know, let’s do something really naughty, really fun.”

Before David could respond she had pulled him into the lounge, then she let go, got down on the floor behind the sofa and opened her dressing gown to reveal her naked body. She lay there with her knees bent and legs wide open, holding the lips of her cunt open for him.

David decided to join in the fun, undoing his trousers and pushing them down with his underpants. Then he motioned to Laura by flipping his hand. She got the message, turning over onto her belly then lifting herself onto her knees with her legs open and her bum in the air.

David knelt behind her, taking hold of her hips to pull her back onto his hard cock.

“Mmmmmm,” she sighed as his cock slipped effortlessly into he well lubricated cunt. She felt totally wanton, hearing her father snoring just inches away as David began fucking her.

Mary stood in the doorway watching them, her hand up her skirt, fingering herself as she watched them fucking doggy style, the fact that her husband lay there, blissfully unaware of the bebauched scene being enacted just behind him simply heightened the excitement for all of them.

Mary leaned against the door post as her fingers worked furiously on her clit, letting out a low moan as her orgasm took over. Laura looked to her mother, smiling as she saw her frigging herself, seeing her legs give way slightly as she came. David was fucking her with long deep strokes, holding himself deep inside her, grinding his pelvis against her, then going back to fucking her.

Tom gave out a huge roar, spluttering and coughing before settling back into his regular snoring.

Laura began moving back to meet David’s thrusts, reaching under herself to rub at her clit.

“Here, let me,” Mary whispered, kneeling beside her daughter, pushing aside Laura’s hand and replacing it with her own, at the same time using her other hand to hold and massage David’s balls. She turned to face David and they kissed as he continued to fuck his sister.

“Aaaarrggghhh,” Laura sighed as her orgasm ripped through her body. David felt the hot flood of cunt juice bathing his cock, he gripped her hips and drove hard into her cunt just as he came, holding himself deep as he pumped his spunk into her.

“Wh…wh…what time is it,” they heard Tom say, slurring his words.

“Go back to sleep Tom,” Mary said to him, “l’ll wake you when the meal is ready.”

“Wh…wh…what…oh yes…sleep…yes,” he said, slumping back on the sofa, reverting to snoring again in a few seconds.

David withdrew his cock from Laura’s cunt, making a move to get up but his mother stopped him, bending down and taking his cock into her mouth, savouring the mixture of spunk and cunt juice that was coating it. Laura then got up on her knees and he had two mouths eagerly licking and sucking his cock. Once they were satisfied that they had cleaned every last inch of him, Laura laid back, opening her legs in invitation. Mary needed no second invite, she dived between her daughter’s thighs, her mouth clamping over her cunt as her tongue worked inside searching for her son’s spunk.

David heard Laura sigh again as her mother brought her to another orgasm. He flipped up his mother’s skirt, revealing her naked bottom, still red from her session with Dan. He parted her buttocks then bent and began licking her cunt, his tongue working inside her. Then licking back to her anus, teasing the puckered rosebud with the tip of his tongue. He heard his mother give a low whimper as his tongue entered her arsehole, his fingers entering her cunt.

Mary was still working on Laura’s cunt as David worked on her cunt and arsehole, Laura gave another sigh as she came again, quickly followed by her mother. Both women collapsing together, holding each other, then having to stifle a laugh as Tom let out a huge fart.

Silently they all made their way back into the kitchen.

“Tell me,” Mary said to David, “how did you get Heather Rowlands to join your scheme.”

“That was me not David,” Laura said, “l was talking to her in town and she told me what had happened with that copper. I told her l was planning to set him up and she agreed to back me up.”

“What did she want for it?” David asked.

“She wants to be your girlfriend,” Laura replied, “she’s split up with her fiancé, she found out he was fucking someone else, so l promised l would ask you.”

“No chance,” David laughed, “Not with those tits, she looks like a freak.”

“I know, l told her,” Laura continued, “it’s not her tits, it’s those cheap padded bras she buys, her tits are actually quite nice but she’s bothered they are too small but those bras don’t fit properly, l think l’ve convinced her to buy proper ordinary ones.”

“I thought she looked different,” David said, “but l didn’t really take much notice.”

“No, you only had eyes for Jean Lovell,” Mary said, nudging Laura, “l take it the romance is back on then, given the way she was looking at you, l’m surprised you didn’t take her out the back for a quick fuck.”

“She’s not like that,” David protested, “she said she wants to see me to talk.”

“Ha!” Mary said, “l don’t expect there’ll be much talking with her mouth full of your cock.”

Both women burst out laughing.

“Pack it in you two,” David said, “you wouldn’t understand, she’s a decent woman, not a cock crazy slut like you two.”

“Oooooo, touched a nerve have we?” Mary responded.

“What about Heather?” Laura asked, “l know she’s a year older than me but she really is a nice girl when you get to know her, she just had a thing about her tits, they are big and heavy so they sag a bit but when she wore those bras they pushed them all out of shape. I think you two would be a good match.”

“She’s a slut Laura,” David replied, “most of my mates have fucked her.”

“But you like sluts David,” she laughed, “look at us two. Seriously though, why not give her a chance, she really fancies you.”

“We’ll see,” David conceded, “l’m going back down the club, if she’s there l’ll talk to her.”

When David arrived back in the club, most of his team mates were still there, he was in the middle of giving them an account of the meeting with Sergeant Wardlow when he spotted Heather across the room with some of her friends. She was looking at him and smiled broadly when she realised he was looking at her. David walked over to her.

“Can l get you a drink?” He asked.

“Coke please,” she replied, trying to make it sound as if David buying her a drink was an everyday event.

David collected her drink and a beer for himself, handing her her drink he nodded to an unoccupied table in a corner of the room. “Can we talk over there,” he said.

Once they were settled he thanked her for helping earlier.

“When Laura told me what you were planning,” she said, “l was so pleased that pig of a man was going to get what he deserved, l’m not the only one he tried it on with, three of my friends have had him pawing them but they were frightened to say anything.”

“Laura tells me you’re not engaged any more,” he said.

“No,” she replied, “the lying sod was screwing someone else so l dumped him.”

“That was a bit rich even for you Heather,” he laughed, “how many others besides me have you been shagging while you were engaged to him.”

“Well,” she huffed, “if he’d been any good at it l wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere.”

David burst out laughing, seconds later she joined him.

“That makes me sound like a real tart doesn’t it,” she said once she had stopped laughing.

“Well at least you’re honest about it,” he said.

“Have you got a girlfriend?” She asked, “l haven’t seen you with anyone, l know plenty of the girls would jump at the chance.”

“There is someone,” he replied, noticing her expression drop as he said it. “The trouble is she’s married and a fair bit older than me.”

“Not Mrs Lovell is it?” She said, “l saw the two of you whispering and l could tell there was something going on, the way she was looking at you.”

“Shit!” He said, “you’re not going to say anything are you.”

“Take me to the pictures on Wednesday and l won’t,” she replied. “Tell me though, are you shagging her?”

David found it difficult to answer that.

“I thought so,” she continued, reading his mind, “Christ David she must be about the same age as your mother, l know she looks good for her age but she has to be nearly fifty. Is she any good in bed?”

“I’m not talking about her like that,” he said defensively.

“You should be shagging someone your own age,” she said, “the couple of times we’ve done it it was good, if l was your girlfriend we could do it more often, l’m on the pill now, my mother took me to the doctor when l got engaged, she didn’t want me ending up like your Laura, mind you, l don’t know what she sees in that John Perkins, the only time l’ve been near him l thought he was queer.”

“We’ve never really spoken before have we?” David said.

“Apart from you telling me to suck your cock or open my legs,” she chuckled, “that’s just about been the limit of our conversation.”

“I like you,” he said, “you’re fun.”

“Thank you,” she replied, “but if that means you want to fuck me you’re out of luck, l’m on my period, l can give you a blow job though if you want.”

David burst out laughing again. “You’re brilliant,” he said, “we should talk like this more often.”

“Well take me to the pictures on Wednesday, then l can be your younger girlfriend and we can talk loads of times.”

“What about….?”

“Mrs Lovell,” she interrupted, “Well if you want to carry on shagging her there’s not much l can do about it, will you tell me about it though,” she smiled.

“I don’t know about that,” he laughed, “what about you, will you be fucking anyone else, and will you tell me if you do?”

“Why, so you can wank while l tell you what l’ve been doing,” she laughed, then, looking at her watch she said, “Oh bugger, l have to go, my Dad will be outside with the car waiting for me, here,” she said, fumbling in her handbag and taking out a pen then writing on a beer mat, “here’s my telephone number, give me a ring if you want to take me out Wednesday.”

“You’re on,” he said, “Wednesday is fine for me, l’ll call you and arrange a time.”

“Lovely,” she said, getting up and leaning over to kiss his cheek, in the process, resting her hand on his lap and giving his cock a gentle squeeze, “l think it’s going to be a lot of fun being your girlfriend,” she said, turning and heading for the exit door.

David sat back and took a mouthful of beer thinking that his conversation with Heather had not gone the way he had planned it, but he had to admit he found her totally refreshing, not like any of the other girls. She was totally honest about what she liked doing and obviously didn’t care what anyone else thought. David tended to agree with her when she said their relationship promised to be a lot of fun.