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Luckily mother has a fairly weak bladder, so needed the loo and as Rose dived into the downstairs one first, my beloved mother came up to use the upstairs one, after she had used that facility, she popped her head round my sisters door expecting her eldest to be reading or something like it only being 9.30! the site that greeted her must have rocked her back on her heels, her youngest with his head on his sisters shoulder, and his hand cupping her breast, and both naked, in a room stinking of sex is not what she was expecting, but, to my surprise, she must have stepped away, excepting the situation rather than cause a rumpus.
Of course, the cool dawn air woke us at silly o`clock and we kissed, realising the family were home, (dad snores like a chain-saw!) reasoning that if anyone knew of our day together by now we would have heard, we decided to cover our tracks, me returning to my room, her slipping between the covers!
Alarms rang as usual, Reb`s first as she usually jogs each morning, mine last, as I`m an idle bugger, at least according to dad! At breakfast the two girls dressed in school uniforms as smart as new paint, dad in his suit, and Ros too in exceptional clothing, as she was catching a lift with mum to go for an interview in New Romney, so mum was taking her, and I didn’t need that little train ride this morning as she passed my school to do so.
As usual dad took the girls, they prefer it to the bus-service that they always had to come home by, his office being in Folkestone and the girls being at school just around the corner. All innocent Ros and I climbed into mother`s car and off we set.
Up till then not a word had been out of place. It was not to last, just after we hit the main road, mother quietly said that “she had come up to say goodnight last night!”
The impact of that one sentence was nuclear, In the back seat my jaw dropped, my face aglow, I became fixated with her driving mirror where I could see mother`s eyes watching for my reaction. Ros`s head instantly snapped to the right, to look at her beloved mother, her eyes bulging, and face red! Mother, unphased never took her eyes from the road keeping a calm and driving as if nothing un-towards was occurring.
For a long time, no one spoke, Ros and I taking in the news that mother had seen us, and mother waiting for a reaction.
Fuddled brains working rapidly, remembering how we had been laid, and dressed.
Mother began to grin, saying dad`s working late tonight, and the girls are in the play so are rehearsing at the village hall, so we will talk then, till then don’t say a word, either of you. we stopped outside the place of Ros`s interview, mother and I wishing her luck, though I suspect her mind was not now really focused, I know mine wasn`t! We soon pulled up at the school gates, and relieved I jumped out, without a hint or a word other than to say goodbye the car drove away, it was to be a very long day.
The trip home to “face the music,” was shall we say worrying. Harry and Olivia, had had a row and were not talking, so sat in high dungeons at the further end of the little coach, to the disgust of todays winner, Jenny, from the 3rdf form, watching her every move, which was off-putting to say the least, Add to that my state of mind as I suspect I was not the most interesting travel companion and that she had to get out at St Marys bay, frustrated to say the least as she flounced out and silently walked away.
As usual the car was waiting for the train, it was driven by Ros, and we took off quickly, stopping in a short while at the lay by we had first stopped at when she smelt my hand. She had the job, so was pretty Boyed up about it, but was worried about this evenings meeting with mum, so, after congratulating her, I asked what had happened with mum when she got home today, but was surprised to hear nothing had been said, luckily a neighbour having been in and chatting.
We arrived home to find the neighbour an elderly lady still sitting at the table, but just about to leave, both girls arrived home just as the neighbour left, so talk was impossible and we had had tea before the girls went and mum and I were sat at the table, with mum at the head in her usual chair, looking… well, neutral is probably the best way of explaining it, her best poker face, blankly waiting, till Ros had answered the phone. It was Dad phoning to say he was off for drinks so not to wait up.
She took her seat, giving mum his message and waiting as I was for the hurricane to strike.
“You slept together yesterday!” it was a bald statement, and one we could not deny, “it was pre- planned wasn’t it, your sickness and her friend, so you could spend the day together?”
Guiltily we nodded, “How many times?” her voice rattled round the room. Ros in a near whisper said that it had been just once, “And did you use condoms? The question was delivered sharply, “yes mum we did.” Ros said, I`m not that silly after what you had said!”
A look of relief crossed our mothers face, and she sighed that she “was relieved it had been worrying her all day!”
She asked how it had come about, and Ros quickly said that “it was a case of my asking her about sex, odd things that I didn’t understand, and knowing me I was happier to be shown, not lectured!”
Mother shot me a glance that said she was annoyed, then said forcefully, “look, I am your mother, not her, its me you should have asked, not your sister!”
She paused, then added, “was I so unapproachable?” I explained, rather red of face that,” it was not that, it was that we, Ros and I were talking the night she and dad had been out, and it came up in conversation, and really to save my blushes Ros had taken pity on me, it seemed right, it was spontaneous, not in any way pre- thought or whatever and if it had been you and me mum, I would if the time had been right asked you.” there was a silence, so I added, “look, it started out just by her helping me, answering my questions, but it became a practical demo` and it was my first time, and I loved it, and well I wanted more, it`s not Ros`s fault mum, really it`s not!” I had started to whine a little, adding “please don’t tell dad!” fearing for Ros, and her place in the house, or perhaps the consequences for me!
There was a silence, then she said she had no intentions of upsetting my father, wouldn’t she have told him last night if she had wanted a scene? This news was puzzling but relieving and the tension slowly ebbed from the room a she explained that, she needed to tell us something, and that we must tell no-one, not even in the family which we both promised to do.
“Well when I was a girl” she started, “here was no sex education in schools, fathers took sons to one side and explained the birds and bees, but girls either were lucky, had an understanding mother or picked it up as they went along.! My mother, let`s say was not the sort who found sex or anything about it, easy either to talk about, or to practise, father being a preacher as he was, he was not approachable either, so I, as the daughter was ignored in that respect, and like you I had to ask my siblings, who had had little or no sex education, themselves as it turned out, the blind led the blind and like you we, my brothers and I, experimented, though it was both crude, and for me painful and without any protection at all! I spent much time worrying about being pregnant each and every month, till mother nature called.” Our faces told their own story, as we sat open mouthed waiting for her to begin again. Finally, she gathered herself and said, “luckily for me but not for them my brothers, had had mumps as c***dren and it had affected their sperm counts, though we didn`t know it then, neither brother having the capability of raising their own c***dren, and as you know they have both married, and both adopted.
Your dad is such a busy soul, and a very shy man in that respect and I doubt he has spoken to any of you on the subject so it was left to me, and as each of you reached their 13th birthday, I explained the whole subject as best as I could, though I am no expert, only ever being used by my brothers and loved by your dad obviously. I just didn’t reckon on you my laddo being so keen so early!” we waited all ears, she regarded Ros “so thank you sweetheart for helping me with a problem that I was worrying about broaching with young rod here. I suspect I too would have had to resort to the practical, he, having such a poor attention span!” she smiled I hoped a little wistfully, and I was quick to unthinkingly blurt out “I would have so loved that, as I had wanted you since forever!” then realising what I had said, we both reddened considerably to the delight of Ros.
“ you don’t really want my old body,” my mother said, but feeling this was my moment, and in for a penny, in for a pound I pressed on saying “I have spied on you, like most lads my age and their mothers, caught glimpses while changing, and in swimsuits and up-skirt, and from what I have seen you are a real looker so why would I not want to have you?”
Now it was her turn to blush, Ros stepping in and saving her by saying indignantly, “oh, not interested in me, now are you? a more mature model might become available is that it!”, I knew by her face she was joking and just saying it to divert the conversation. The three of us broke down laughing and, the moment passed. The girls soon came clattering in, Reb her face plastered in grease-paint still, and the peace was gone.
Life trundled on, three or four days past, and for some reason everyone bar mother and me, were out, when she raised the subject of me having spied on her.
I decided to tell her the truth and shame the devil, a they say in these parts, so I said that” yes I had spied on her by climbing the big tree opposite the bathroom where she, feeling safe from prying eyes, had left the window open a bit, so I had caught brief glimpses of her with those binoculars she brought me for Christmas last year and the bit I had seen had been glorious!” she said I was cheeky but she was flattered, and was my curiosity sated now? To which I said that “I didn’t get to see much but what I had seen wetted my appetite and I would love to see much more., especially now I had had Ros and knew a little more, my mate Harry had seen her at the train and had said she was scrummy, so I was not alone fancying her!”
Blushing she went silently back in her kitchen, and I thought I had blown it.
It was the next day when the girls went off to guide camp, school having broken up for the spring break, my own school doing the same on the next day. Ros now working in New Romney meant her borrowing mothers car or on the days mum worked getting a lift to and from with mum, so I was to be on my own for two days a week, but with just mother the other three.,
It was on one of these days with mother that once my chores where done she mentioned my spying again, saying “she was going for a bath if I wanted to go climb a tree or whatever I did for my jollies. She had a wide grin and I knew she was not serious, so I said I was past that stage, but would she like a cup of coffee delivered, in a while when this program was over. To which she grinned but didn’t answer as she swept off up the stairs.
I left it a while then brewed coffee, and with a slice of her cherry cake apiece and two cups on our biggest tray, boldly went up to the bathroom. As I suspected the door was not locked, and to me that was a sign that she was available.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and entered the steamy room, closing it behind me, as she sat up to her armpits in a bubble filled bath, a soft smile playing round her face, that said I was welcome. Without a word I pulled up a stool, and took a seat, placing the tray across the bathtub and taking my coffee as if I was at a dining table!
With her. sat up a little exposing her breasts almost to the nipples. I was in heaven.
She smiled at my gaze then took the cake and slowly ate it, ignoring my interest, it took about 10 or 15 minutes consuming the snack all the time those heavenly nipples were just tantalisingly hidden by the bubbles. The snack over I removed the tray, then sat once more to watch this delightful creature sat in the hot water. She asked if I was happy sitting there watching her, and with a wry smile I said that” I was waiting,” when asked what for with a broad smile I said, “for these blessed bubbles to dispel!” that had her cracking up, and she said that I should pull out the plug if it would help.
I did just that!
Slowly the water drained, an agony of slowly revealed flesh, she kept her pose, as her body slowly appeared, my eyes burning with lust as she appeared like a series of pink islands from the suds.
“has that appeased my sons lust?” she asked, I grinned once more saying “no its fuelled the fires of desire for you mum?” (I don’t know which erotic novel that came from, but it worked,) she reached out and dragged me to her our lips welded to one another as she kissed me with a lot more than mum and son passion, she stood giving me a towel snatched from the rail, and said, I “could dry her for my cheek.”
I fell to that task with gusto, starting with her fantastic chest, her back then her legs and pert backside, she stepped from the tub using my hand to balance, stood before me, legs slightly apart and saying in a voice laced with lust, that I had missed a bit and I was to take special care of drying it and dusting it with talcum powder.
It was not something I had even dreamed about. I gently dabbed at the hair encrusted slot that I had once slid from.
Her eyes closed, I hoped desperately with the joy of my touch. Her nipples had stiffened, Ros had told me that it was like an errection in a man, I felt it was a good sign.
I reached for the talk, put a handful in my palm then slid my hand over the wonderful soft lips of her sex, she, gently bending her legs a little to allow me free access, her head fell to my shoulder her lips chewing at my ear lobe, hot breath on my neck. “Come” she whispered, leading me to my own room by the hand, I followed like an eager lamb to the slaughter.
!n the shambles that was my less than tidy room, she had me lay on my bed while she sat at my side asking questions of me, had I used condoms with Ros every time, had we tried anal, or a hand or blow job, she had me strip wriggling about on the bed to get off my jeans and my pants while she sat her eyes this time watching carefully, as my tool sprang into sight.
Gently oh so gently she took hold of my fast re-stiffening tool, wrapping her fingers round it like it was a piece of the finest porcelain. Instantly this wonderful fantasy had me pumping my seed up her arm, now red as a turkey cock.
I apologised profusely. She smiled said “Ros had said I was a copious cummer,” (That they had discussed me in such a way was mind blowing!) and slowly she licked up the spilt seed from her arm, in a sensuous and most erotic way, her tongue lapping at the slime like it was the most expensive caviar.
That cleaned, she bent forward till she was covering the wet end of my stiff tool with her warm lips, my god, that feeling! With the strength of regeneration of youth, my tool again began to strengthen, even I was amazed, her powerful suction and her use of her tongue beyond words, this homely, loving woman I had known since I was born was showing a side that I had never before seen.
I reached out my hand, fondled her breasts, then slid my hand into her sex, the effect as I found that tiny nub was instant, she swung herself onto my bed and over my body, knees found the bedclothes either side of my hips and her hands crammed my tool into her body as if it was the most important thing in the world. Ooh that feeling, skin on hot soft interior meat, no rubber to irritate, ….MY GOD… I panicked, “mum, mum, were bareback, no condom mum!” she smiled down benignly over those magnificent tits, gently and soothingly whispering that I was “not to worry,” her body was not receptive any more, and I could use her and fill her to my heart`s content but it must be only her without a condom in this household!”
She was giving me the ok, in her own way, to enjoy my sisters, if they would let me! My mind did cartwheels.
She began her ride, her lips telling me that she had talked it over, with dad! With Dad! She said He was in favour of her enjoying her son and of his daughters enjoying me too if they so wished, as long as I kept the secret as he had this past couple of years… my mind was now reeling, in a turmoil. i****t was alive and well and here under my very nose, here in our home, and I had had no inkling.
Suddenly the mist cleared, everything was clear as clear; Ros had been agent provocateur, I was now excepted in the group, and a major player at that…life here was going to be just …bliss…
Luckily mother has a fairly weak bladder, so needed the loo and as Rose dived into the downstairs one first, my beloved mother came up to use the upstairs one, after she had used that facility, she popped her head round my sisters door expecting her eldest to be reading or something like it only being 9.30! the site that greeted her must have rocked her back on her heels, her youngest with his head on his sisters shoulder, and his hand cupping her breast, and both naked, in a room stinking of sex is not what she was expecting, but, to my surprise, she must have stepped away, excepting the situation rather than cause a rumpus.
Of course, the cool dawn air woke us at silly o`clock and we kissed, realising the family were home, (dad snores like a chain-saw!) reasoning that if anyone knew of our day together by now we would have heard, we decided to cover our tracks, me returning to my room, her slipping between the covers!
Alarms rang as usual, Reb`s first as she usually jogs each morning, mine last, as I`m an idle bugger, at least according to dad! At breakfast the two girls dressed in school uniforms as smart as new paint, dad in his suit, and Ros too in exceptional clothing, as she was catching a lift with mum to go for an interview in New Romney, so mum was taking her, and I didn’t need that little train ride this morning as she passed my school to do so.
As usual dad took the girls, they prefer it to the bus-service that they always had to come home by, his office being in Folkestone and the girls being at school just around the corner. All innocent Ros and I climbed into mother`s car and off we set.
Up till then not a word had been out of place. It was not to last, just after we hit the main road, mother quietly said that “she had come up to say goodnight last night!”
The impact of that one sentence was nuclear, In the back seat my jaw dropped, my face aglow, I became fixated with her driving mirror where I could see mother`s eyes watching for my reaction. Ros`s head instantly snapped to the right, to look at her beloved mother, her eyes bulging, and face red! Mother, unphased never took her eyes from the road keeping a calm and driving as if nothing un-towards was occurring.
For a long time, no one spoke, Ros and I taking in the news that mother had seen us, and mother waiting for a reaction.
Fuddled brains working rapidly, remembering how we had been laid, and dressed.
Mother began to grin, saying dad`s working late tonight, and the girls are in the play so are rehearsing at the village hall, so we will talk then, till then don’t say a word, either of you. we stopped outside the place of Ros`s interview, mother and I wishing her luck, though I suspect her mind was not now really focused, I know mine wasn`t! We soon pulled up at the school gates, and relieved I jumped out, without a hint or a word other than to say goodbye the car drove away, it was to be a very long day.
The trip home to “face the music,” was shall we say worrying. Harry and Olivia, had had a row and were not talking, so sat in high dungeons at the further end of the little coach, to the disgust of todays winner, Jenny, from the 3rdf form, watching her every move, which was off-putting to say the least, Add to that my state of mind as I suspect I was not the most interesting travel companion and that she had to get out at St Marys bay, frustrated to say the least as she flounced out and silently walked away.
As usual the car was waiting for the train, it was driven by Ros, and we took off quickly, stopping in a short while at the lay by we had first stopped at when she smelt my hand. She had the job, so was pretty Boyed up about it, but was worried about this evenings meeting with mum, so, after congratulating her, I asked what had happened with mum when she got home today, but was surprised to hear nothing had been said, luckily a neighbour having been in and chatting.
We arrived home to find the neighbour an elderly lady still sitting at the table, but just about to leave, both girls arrived home just as the neighbour left, so talk was impossible and we had had tea before the girls went and mum and I were sat at the table, with mum at the head in her usual chair, looking… well, neutral is probably the best way of explaining it, her best poker face, blankly waiting, till Ros had answered the phone. It was Dad phoning to say he was off for drinks so not to wait up.
She took her seat, giving mum his message and waiting as I was for the hurricane to strike.
“You slept together yesterday!” it was a bald statement, and one we could not deny, “it was pre- planned wasn’t it, your sickness and her friend, so you could spend the day together?”
Guiltily we nodded, “How many times?” her voice rattled round the room. Ros in a near whisper said that it had been just once, “And did you use condoms? The question was delivered sharply, “yes mum we did.” Ros said, I`m not that silly after what you had said!”
A look of relief crossed our mothers face, and she sighed that she “was relieved it had been worrying her all day!”
She asked how it had come about, and Ros quickly said that “it was a case of my asking her about sex, odd things that I didn’t understand, and knowing me I was happier to be shown, not lectured!”
Mother shot me a glance that said she was annoyed, then said forcefully, “look, I am your mother, not her, its me you should have asked, not your sister!”
She paused, then added, “was I so unapproachable?” I explained, rather red of face that,” it was not that, it was that we, Ros and I were talking the night she and dad had been out, and it came up in conversation, and really to save my blushes Ros had taken pity on me, it seemed right, it was spontaneous, not in any way pre- thought or whatever and if it had been you and me mum, I would if the time had been right asked you.” there was a silence, so I added, “look, it started out just by her helping me, answering my questions, but it became a practical demo` and it was my first time, and I loved it, and well I wanted more, it`s not Ros`s fault mum, really it`s not!” I had started to whine a little, adding “please don’t tell dad!” fearing for Ros, and her place in the house, or perhaps the consequences for me!
There was a silence, then she said she had no intentions of upsetting my father, wouldn’t she have told him last night if she had wanted a scene? This news was puzzling but relieving and the tension slowly ebbed from the room a she explained that, she needed to tell us something, and that we must tell no-one, not even in the family which we both promised to do.
“Well when I was a girl” she started, “here was no sex education in schools, fathers took sons to one side and explained the birds and bees, but girls either were lucky, had an understanding mother or picked it up as they went along.! My mother, let`s say was not the sort who found sex or anything about it, easy either to talk about, or to practise, father being a preacher as he was, he was not approachable either, so I, as the daughter was ignored in that respect, and like you I had to ask my siblings, who had had little or no sex education, themselves as it turned out, the blind led the blind and like you we, my brothers and I, experimented, though it was both crude, and for me painful and without any protection at all! I spent much time worrying about being pregnant each and every month, till mother nature called.” Our faces told their own story, as we sat open mouthed waiting for her to begin again. Finally, she gathered herself and said, “luckily for me but not for them my brothers, had had mumps as c***dren and it had affected their sperm counts, though we didn`t know it then, neither brother having the capability of raising their own c***dren, and as you know they have both married, and both adopted.
Your dad is such a busy soul, and a very shy man in that respect and I doubt he has spoken to any of you on the subject so it was left to me, and as each of you reached their 13th birthday, I explained the whole subject as best as I could, though I am no expert, only ever being used by my brothers and loved by your dad obviously. I just didn’t reckon on you my laddo being so keen so early!” we waited all ears, she regarded Ros “so thank you sweetheart for helping me with a problem that I was worrying about broaching with young rod here. I suspect I too would have had to resort to the practical, he, having such a poor attention span!” she smiled I hoped a little wistfully, and I was quick to unthinkingly blurt out “I would have so loved that, as I had wanted you since forever!” then realising what I had said, we both reddened considerably to the delight of Ros.
“ you don’t really want my old body,” my mother said, but feeling this was my moment, and in for a penny, in for a pound I pressed on saying “I have spied on you, like most lads my age and their mothers, caught glimpses while changing, and in swimsuits and up-skirt, and from what I have seen you are a real looker so why would I not want to have you?”
Now it was her turn to blush, Ros stepping in and saving her by saying indignantly, “oh, not interested in me, now are you? a more mature model might become available is that it!”, I knew by her face she was joking and just saying it to divert the conversation. The three of us broke down laughing and, the moment passed. The girls soon came clattering in, Reb her face plastered in grease-paint still, and the peace was gone.
Life trundled on, three or four days past, and for some reason everyone bar mother and me, were out, when she raised the subject of me having spied on her.
I decided to tell her the truth and shame the devil, a they say in these parts, so I said that” yes I had spied on her by climbing the big tree opposite the bathroom where she, feeling safe from prying eyes, had left the window open a bit, so I had caught brief glimpses of her with those binoculars she brought me for Christmas last year and the bit I had seen had been glorious!” she said I was cheeky but she was flattered, and was my curiosity sated now? To which I said that “I didn’t get to see much but what I had seen wetted my appetite and I would love to see much more., especially now I had had Ros and knew a little more, my mate Harry had seen her at the train and had said she was scrummy, so I was not alone fancying her!”
Blushing she went silently back in her kitchen, and I thought I had blown it.
It was the next day when the girls went off to guide camp, school having broken up for the spring break, my own school doing the same on the next day. Ros now working in New Romney meant her borrowing mothers car or on the days mum worked getting a lift to and from with mum, so I was to be on my own for two days a week, but with just mother the other three.,
It was on one of these days with mother that once my chores where done she mentioned my spying again, saying “she was going for a bath if I wanted to go climb a tree or whatever I did for my jollies. She had a wide grin and I knew she was not serious, so I said I was past that stage, but would she like a cup of coffee delivered, in a while when this program was over. To which she grinned but didn’t answer as she swept off up the stairs.
I left it a while then brewed coffee, and with a slice of her cherry cake apiece and two cups on our biggest tray, boldly went up to the bathroom. As I suspected the door was not locked, and to me that was a sign that she was available.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and entered the steamy room, closing it behind me, as she sat up to her armpits in a bubble filled bath, a soft smile playing round her face, that said I was welcome. Without a word I pulled up a stool, and took a seat, placing the tray across the bathtub and taking my coffee as if I was at a dining table!
With her. sat up a little exposing her breasts almost to the nipples. I was in heaven.
She smiled at my gaze then took the cake and slowly ate it, ignoring my interest, it took about 10 or 15 minutes consuming the snack all the time those heavenly nipples were just tantalisingly hidden by the bubbles. The snack over I removed the tray, then sat once more to watch this delightful creature sat in the hot water. She asked if I was happy sitting there watching her, and with a wry smile I said that” I was waiting,” when asked what for with a broad smile I said, “for these blessed bubbles to dispel!” that had her cracking up, and she said that I should pull out the plug if it would help.
I did just that!
Slowly the water drained, an agony of slowly revealed flesh, she kept her pose, as her body slowly appeared, my eyes burning with lust as she appeared like a series of pink islands from the suds.
“has that appeased my sons lust?” she asked, I grinned once more saying “no its fuelled the fires of desire for you mum?” (I don’t know which erotic novel that came from, but it worked,) she reached out and dragged me to her our lips welded to one another as she kissed me with a lot more than mum and son passion, she stood giving me a towel snatched from the rail, and said, I “could dry her for my cheek.”
I fell to that task with gusto, starting with her fantastic chest, her back then her legs and pert backside, she stepped from the tub using my hand to balance, stood before me, legs slightly apart and saying in a voice laced with lust, that I had missed a bit and I was to take special care of drying it and dusting it with talcum powder.
It was not something I had even dreamed about. I gently dabbed at the hair encrusted slot that I had once slid from.
Her eyes closed, I hoped desperately with the joy of my touch. Her nipples had stiffened, Ros had told me that it was like an errection in a man, I felt it was a good sign.
I reached for the talk, put a handful in my palm then slid my hand over the wonderful soft lips of her sex, she, gently bending her legs a little to allow me free access, her head fell to my shoulder her lips chewing at my ear lobe, hot breath on my neck. “Come” she whispered, leading me to my own room by the hand, I followed like an eager lamb to the slaughter.
!n the shambles that was my less than tidy room, she had me lay on my bed while she sat at my side asking questions of me, had I used condoms with Ros every time, had we tried anal, or a hand or blow job, she had me strip wriggling about on the bed to get off my jeans and my pants while she sat her eyes this time watching carefully, as my tool sprang into sight.
Gently oh so gently she took hold of my fast re-stiffening tool, wrapping her fingers round it like it was a piece of the finest porcelain. Instantly this wonderful fantasy had me pumping my seed up her arm, now red as a turkey cock.
I apologised profusely. She smiled said “Ros had said I was a copious cummer,” (That they had discussed me in such a way was mind blowing!) and slowly she licked up the spilt seed from her arm, in a sensuous and most erotic way, her tongue lapping at the slime like it was the most expensive caviar.
That cleaned, she bent forward till she was covering the wet end of my stiff tool with her warm lips, my god, that feeling! With the strength of regeneration of youth, my tool again began to strengthen, even I was amazed, her powerful suction and her use of her tongue beyond words, this homely, loving woman I had known since I was born was showing a side that I had never before seen.
I reached out my hand, fondled her breasts, then slid my hand into her sex, the effect as I found that tiny nub was instant, she swung herself onto my bed and over my body, knees found the bedclothes either side of my hips and her hands crammed my tool into her body as if it was the most important thing in the world. Ooh that feeling, skin on hot soft interior meat, no rubber to irritate, ….MY GOD… I panicked, “mum, mum, were bareback, no condom mum!” she smiled down benignly over those magnificent tits, gently and soothingly whispering that I was “not to worry,” her body was not receptive any more, and I could use her and fill her to my heart`s content but it must be only her without a condom in this household!”
She was giving me the ok, in her own way, to enjoy my sisters, if they would let me! My mind did cartwheels.
She began her ride, her lips telling me that she had talked it over, with dad! With Dad! She said He was in favour of her enjoying her son and of his daughters enjoying me too if they so wished, as long as I kept the secret as he had this past couple of years… my mind was now reeling, in a turmoil. i****t was alive and well and here under my very nose, here in our home, and I had had no inkling.
Suddenly the mist cleared, everything was clear as clear; Ros had been agent provocateur, I was now excepted in the group, and a major player at that…life here was going to be just …bliss…
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