Giving Mum a Hand

byChris7sw©

A love story and not a wild straight-out fucking adventure so expect a long slow burn rather than action right from the start. Wait and see what happens...

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"Hello darling!" said my mother as she straightened up from her kneeling position beside the flowerbed, "Ohh, my knees – give me a hand, will you."

I stretched out my hand as requested and she grasped me and sighed as she raised herself from the ground. There was a big smudge of dirt on her cheek and another on her brow but they couldn't hide or disguise her natural mature beauty.

"Goodness me, I'm not as young as I used to be," she said as she blew out a big sigh, "Do you know, I was just thinking about you, where on earth have you been?"

"Pretty well everywhere I think!" I exclaimed as I held her hand while she straightened herself out, "Well, it feels like it anyway but it's just been another business trip."

I'd decided to pop round to see my parents, having been away on an extended business tour for the past month or so. Usually I'd try to see them every few weeks and I'd keep in touch on the phone between visits but I'd been remiss recently as I concentrated on my latest and longest business outing.

Mum stood there brushing dirt and vegetation from her knees and skirt, then smiled up at me. She was shorter than me by some nine inches so she always had to look upwards to see me.

"It's so lovely to see you again darling," she said as she stretched up for a friendly kiss, "Seems ages since I last saw you and I've really missed seeing you around, especially recently."

Mum's kiss was warm, soft and loving and her lips on mine sent shivers down my spine despite it being our usual manner of kissing and greeting.

"It has been ages," I admitted as I tried to brush some of the dirt from her cheek, "I'm really sorry – I've been so busy and what with my trip too..."

"So you said darling, so where have you been gallivanting off to this time?" asked Mum as she took over from me and completed the job, "Anywhere nice?"

"All the way to Hong Kong and then down to Singapore and across Indonesia," I said, "Oh it was nice, but all work, no play."

"Huh! A likely story," scoffed Mum as she dropped her hand trowel and linked arms with me, "Come and tell me about it while we have a nice cup of tea."

Shirley, my Mum, still looked youthful despite her advancing years. She'd just turned fifty this last year but somehow she still looked remarkably youthful and fresh and her figure was still upright, curvy and sexually inspiring. She still carried a sizeable rack – not billows of over-stretched boobs but a sexually stirring, bra-filling, sweater-stretching pair of generous breasts and had a delightfully bubbly-looking ass that just demanded a second glance. I'm not really a man to get carried away by a nicely shaped bottom but hers never failed to stir me.

I always felt a shiver of repressed erotic excitement run through me whenever I saw my Mum and on the occasions when I'd call round and find Mum's twin sister Samantha there as well my delight knew no bounds! Samantha lived not far away from Mum – the pair of them having been almost inseparable for most of their lives and I'd often find them together.

Whenever I did so I'd find myself mentally drooling over them both as I admired their superb combination of bodies and personalities.

We let small-talk wash over us as we walked up the garden path and entered the kitchen, where Mum stopped and turned towards me.

"Let me look at you," she said so I stood still while she scanned me up and down.

My appearance was, to me, just about right. I'm 24, I'm tall, a little over the six foot mark and I've no fat on me anywhere because I feel better that way, because I like to look good to my clients and my boss and because I impress the girls by being fit. I do a twenty minute work-out most mornings and go to the gym several times a week too – not too much though for fear of looking too muscular. When I'm travelling I try to search out local gyms so I can keep my regime going – something of a battle at times with all the hours I spend on board planes but I feel that the exercise helps counteract my inactivity during flights. I keep my hair short and my clothes smart without going to any excessive expense and I have no problem with keeping my skin looking nice because I inherited my mother's genes. I also have many of her facial features; a well proportioned nose, active and warm lips, deep-set dark eyes and good cheek bones. On top of that I try to carry an air of confidence in myself and that alone counts for much of my success, in my opinion.

"Gosh, you always look so damn good," said Mum as she beamed at me, "I could eat you whole!"

"Somewhat chewy I'd suggest," I offered and we both laughed as Mum turned, washed her hands and filled the kettle.

"Tea of coffee?" she asked but I shook my head with an accompanying smile.

"Could I have a cold drink please?" I asked, "Do you have any lager in the fridge by any chance?"

Mum laughed, the happy sound sending a shimmering wave of warmth through me.

"Well you should know – you put them there last time you were here, ages ago," she said, as she prepared her tea cup, "Unless the grocery delivery man's been helping himself on the quiet!"

I crossed the room to the fridge and there on the bottom shelf were three cans – a six-pack minus the three I'd drunk last time I visited. I pulled one out, held it's chilly metal to my cheek and smiled at Mum as I ripped the tab open.

"Perfect!" I sighed as I lifted the can to my lips and drank deeply, "Ahhh, just what I needed."

Mum glanced at me then turned the kettle off and headed towards the cupboard and as she did so I breathed deeply, letting the delicious smell of something cooking in the oven fill my senses.

"Actually that's not a bad idea," said Mum as she lifted a bottle of sherry to the light, "I think I could do with something a bit stronger than tea as well."

I quickly fetched a glass from the cupboard behind me and handed it to her and watched as she emptied a fair quantity of the sherry into it.

"Cheers!" she said as she raised her glass, "Here's to – oh, I don't know what – just cheers!"

We stood in the kitchen as we raised our drinks to salute our vague toast.

"And cheers to you Mum," I answered, "So how's life been without me and where's Dad?"

Dad was Keith, married to my Mum for the past twenty-seven years.

"Quiet," she said with a frown, "And as for where's your Dad – he's somewhere up in London at present."

"Uhhh? How do you mean, somewhere?" I asked, suddenly feeling a chill in the air, "Surely you know where he's gone?"

"Well he was supposed to be at the conference centre, or so he told me," she said after she'd had a good swig from her glass, "But I'm not so sure really."

"Oh, the one in Battersea? But he always goes there; isn't that where they always hold their monthly meetings?" I answered.

"Yes, darling, you're right," said Mum, "Well I thought that's where he was but when I tried to phone him, because I wanted to know when he'd be back and I'd forgotten to ask, they said that the place was closed for renovations."

"Uh-oh," I murmured, feeling the undercurrent of some unrest.

"Not only that, he usually stays at that hotel, you know, the one that's almost next door to the centre, but he's not there either," continued Mum, her body seeming to slump against the worktop.

"Oh damn..." I said quietly, then louder, "Didn't you try his mobile phone then?"

"No, it's here," said Mum, shaking her head, "He says he doesn't take it up to London in case it gets stolen."

"Perhaps that's sensible, although that sounds odd," I said, "So what's going on then?"

"I wish I knew," said Mum wistfully, "Of course after that I checked with his office."

"And...?" I asked hopefully.

"And they said that there wasn't a meeting this month because of the centre being closed," said Mum quietly, "So they don't know where he is either so it's all a bit strange."

I kept quiet while I let Mum ruminate and then she continued.

"On top of that, and the reason why they don't know where he is, is because they actually told me that he's supposed to be on a three week leave," she said, looking straight at me, "So he's either up to something or he's dead."

"I doubt that he's dead," I said as I moved and pulled another can from the fridge, "You'd definitely have heard from the police or someone, wouldn't you?"

"Which means that he's up to something – again!" said Mum as she drained her glass and held it out for me to refill.

"Again?" I asked in surprise, "I didn't know he'd done anything like that before."

Mum was pacing the room now, her ire showing in her eyes.

"I think he's been seeing someone else," said Mum, her eyes now downcast, "I can't prove it of course, but I'm pretty sure..."

She paused and took a deep breath, then looked up at me.

"Oh, I'd better tell you. Last time he went away I found a couple of condoms in his pocket," she said as she wiped a tear from her eye, "And we don't use them so, so – oh Chris!"

She almost missed placing her glass on the table as she crossed the room suddenly and threw herself at me, her body pressing hot against mine, her face buried in my chest, her breast heaving with her sobs. I held her tight, feeling her anguish and pain and not really knowing what to do for the best. Eventually she seemed to steel herself and pushed herself away from me gently which gave the chance to reach for a tissue which she took from me with a grateful smile.

"I feel so silly!" she said, as she dabbed her eyes, "Letting this get on top of me."

"Oh come on; it's hardly surprising that you're upset, Mum," I said soothingly keeping my hands on her arms, "I know I would be, in your shoes."

"But I ought to be hardened to it by now," said Mum, "It's not as if it hasn't happened before, is it?"

"What – that he's missed a meeting?" I asked but Mum shook her head then went and sat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"No darling, that he's told me he had to go up to London between meetings," said Mum after she'd blown her nose, "But this is the first time I've checked up on him."

"Oh, twice – well that could be just him working on the side, couldn't it?" I said, hoping for a simple answer, "You know, moonlighting or something?"

"No darling, not twice – more like four or five times this last year or so," said Mum as she emptied her glass again.

I filled it once more for her and then pulled another chair nearer to hers and sat down too.

"The first couple of times he came up with stories that I believed – well, I would wouldn't I?" she said, "Because he does seem to work hard, but then I began to wonder."

"Why? What did you find out?" I asked, suddenly wishing I hadn't asked.

"Oh, just that he was spending money unexpectedly and that sometimes he stayed in a hotel nowhere near the conference place or his office," she said, "And I've found things like restaurant receipts for two and so on – of course he doesn't know I've found them, I always put things back where they were."

She paused as she seemed to gather her strength.

"He's always been a bit haphazard when it comes to putting things away," she continued, "It's just been when I've gathered up his dirty laundry that I've found things – you know, just stuffed in a pocket somewhere or left in his suitcase."

"But couldn't he be entertaining customers?" I suggested but Mum shook her head.

"No, the company pays for all that kind of thing," she said, "No, it was when I found those condoms – there were just those two left out of a packet of six – then it all came together."

"Blimey, no wonder you're hitting the bottle Mum," I said, "I'm so sorry."

She brightened and managed a weak smile at me.

"It's alright dear, I'll cope," she said.

"Hasn't he phoned you at all?" I asked, hoping for some redeeming excuses but Mum shook her head again.

"Not a word – not so much as a goodbye," she answered, "Mind you, perhaps that's not a bad thing – I'm not sure what I'd want to say to him. Huh, it wouldn't be polite, that's for sure!"

"Yeah, but, but, ummm, money and such," I asked but Mum held her palm up to me.

"No darling, I'm fine there," she added with another small smile, "A long time ago I made sure that I put a little extra aside – that was because of all his travelling – I was never certain how long he'd be away."

My Dad was in the same kind of international sales and promotional business as I was, travelling widely in his early days but usually based in London now.

Mum smiled again, more controlled this time.

"Actually it's a bit more than a little extra!" she said, "It's quite a lot actually – it'll see me through for a while, that's for sure and anyway I can always use his account if I have to; I've got a spare bank card just in case."

"Yeah, but if you're on your own, then what?" I asked, not sure how to proceed.

Mum drained her third glass and put it down carefully on the table before looking up at me.

"Oh, you mean love and sex and all that. Well, let me tell you a little secret," she whispered, "I won't really miss him that way, well, not all that much."

I shook my head as she told me, amazed at her revelation.

"What, you two didn't get on then?" I asked but Mum shook her head.

"Oh no, we were fine together generally," she said, "No, we didn't have any problems really – except..."

She paused and waited for me to empty my can, then she rose and fetched me another one before sitting down again.

"Except that he was terrible in bed!" she said with a little half-amused, half-embarrassed laugh, "I know I shouldn't really be telling you but he was – he was an awful lover!"

"Eh?" I asked, "How do you mean – I mean you managed to produce me and my sister, didn't you?"

"Oh that was years ago, wasn't it," said Mum with a wink, "But for the past, oh, I don't know, perhaps the past five, ten years he's hardly been able to get it up at all!"

She laughed again more freely now, seemingly with the relief of having told me the truth.

As her words sank in I felt a tremor settle in my groin as the mention of sex stirred me and set my somewhat neglected gonads in motion. I found myself checking my Mum over, absorbing her generous bust and her sleek legs as well as her shapely body generally but when I looked at her face I realised that she was looking intently at me.

"I bet you don't have that trouble!" she said, "And I don't think it was me who made him go all floppy!"

She laughed once more, sounding much happier now that she'd been able to unburden herself of her secrets.

"No way – you're enough to make anyone get ha...ha – ahhh, I mean, enough to keep anyone happy," I said, feeling my cheeks glowing, "How could he not get excited about you?"

"You're so sweet darling," breathed Mum with a bigger smile than before, "You're just what I need!"

"Uhhh?" I asked, shocked but Mum's smile became even wider.

"Oh darling stop it you silly boy! Trust you to think of sex!" she said laughing happily, "What I mean is that you're just the tonic I need to lift me up again – I just love your words and your ways."

I was still blushing as I emptied my third can but Mum was still happy and now to my shock she piled more surprises on me.

"I wonder what you're like in bed!" she said with another wink, "I bet you're a really good lover too!"

"Yeah well, ummm, my girlfriends never complain," I admitted as my cheeks glowed, "But then again I've hardly had time for girlfriends recently; secondly I don't have a steady girl at present and thirdly, when I've taken a girl to bed it's most probably been in a different place, maybe even a different country each time."

"So you never get bored then?" answered Mum, "Perhaps that's what it was with your Dad."

"What – bored with you!" I exclaimed, "No way – how could anyone be? You're lovely enough to eat, every day!"

"Ohhh, who's sounding all sexy again?" said Mum with a huge smile, "You naughty young thing you!"

"No Mum, stop twisting things!" I said with a laugh, "I didn't mean it that way at all."

"Ohhh, I'm disappointed!" Mum answered, still smiling, "It would be so nice to think of you eating me!"

"You're at it again Mum," I answered, feeling myself becoming aroused yet again, "What's got into you?"

"Not what I'd like to get into me!" said Mum with another wicked innuendo and a huge smile, "Never mind darling, at least we're having a nice laugh and some lovely sexy chatter and I just love the way you don't let me down."

As we paused in our talking I felt a hot shimmer of excitement inside me and then, as we came together for another warm hug, this time I felt Mum kissing my cheek then rubbing her cheek softly and deliciously against mine. It seemed too that her body was more alive now, seemingly squirming gently as we held each other closely before we eased apart.

"Of course I'd never let you down," I agreed, "And if there's anything I can do to help around the house..."

"I'm sure there's lots you could do, the place always seems to need something done to keep it looking nice," said Mum as we now stood side by side looking out the window at the garden, "But I can manage generally."

"Yeah I know you're a very capable woman," I agreed, "But I don't want to see you doing anything stupid, like climbing ladders and such."

"Oh, I bet you would – then you could catch me when I fell down, couldn't you!" she said as she linked her arm around my waist, "And then you could hold me tightly and I'd be ever so grateful too."

I frowned as her words twisted inside me but I wasn't sure of her motives so I merely kissed her quickly and squirmed away from her grasp before bending down and searching unsuccessfully for another can from the fridge.

"Are you going to be alright after you've drunk all that?" asked Mum.

"Well I'd better not drive for a while – but no, I'm fine," I answered as I returned to her side, "They were only small cans, not those pint-sized ones."

With nothing better to do now than talk I realised that I'd possibly passed the drink-drive limit by now and if I drank anything else I'd definitely be over the limit.

"The driving laws are so strict now," I said, "They're sensible but it's so nice to drink the lager I prefer and not something strange."

"Jut like this sherry," said Mum as she held up her glass to the light, "It's my favourite too."

As I considered if I could try some of her sherry, a thought hit me.

"Do you think I could use the spare bed tonight?" I asked, "Would it be ok if I stayed overnight?"

"You know you can darling," said Mum placidly, "The spare room's already ready. I keep the bed aired and it'll be lovely to have you around a bit longer than your usual stay."

"Ta Mum, brilliant," I said, "Any chance of some dinner too?"

"I was going to mention that," she said, "There's a nice casserole in the oven – I was going to freeze some of it for another day but I'd wondered if you'd like to share it."

"I wondered what you were cooking," I said as I lifted my nose to inhale the odours again, "That'll be wonderful, thanks Mum."

Mum picked up the bottle and drained the remaining sherry into her glass.

"Good heavens, that's almost half a bottle I've drunk!" she said, "I'd better take it easy or I'll get all silly!"

"Long time since you drank too much!" I offered, "Do you remember that Christmas party you had those years back?

"How can I forget it!" answered Mum with a blush, "Didn't I get carried away!"

That was the evening when Mum had overdone it and ended up dancing in the middle of the room while stripping her clothes off – before Dad had stopped her. Best evening of my life as Mum revealed parts of her body that had seldom been seen in public before!

"Well don't go and ruin my dinner!" I said as my tummy rumbled.

"No darling, I won't, it's cooking itself – all that's needed is for someone to dish it out and I'll let you do that," Mum said, "And speaking of dishing it out, you wouldn't be so good as to fetch me another bottle would you – there's some in the utility room, in the cupboard."

"Sure, no problem," I said and a few moments later I was opening the cupboard wherein my parents kept their small stock of alcohol.

In keeping with their ways there were perhaps a dozen or so bottle of wine, port, sherry, spirits and even a couple of bottles of fine liqueurs – and two six-packs of my lager.

"Yay!" I exclaimed happily, "Brilliant!"

"What's that?" asked Mum from the other room.

"You've got some more lager in there!" I said as I returned with the bottle of sherry and a can, "Thank you Mum."

"Oh of course, do you know, I'd quite forgotten about that," she said as I refilled her glass, "But I remember now you mention it – I bought them when I needed to top up my grocery order to make sure my delivery was free. I always knew they'd come in handy one day."

"Just like you to think of me," I said as I placed her bottle on the table and bent to kiss her.

"I do try to look after you darling, even when you're not here," she answered as our lips met softly and warmly, "I certainly think of you when you're away."

"Saves me running out tonight too," I said as I popped the can open, "Not that I intend to drink all night."

"No, of course not," said Mum, "You're going to keep me company, aren't you."

She stood up and moved to almost lean against me, her arms wrapping themselves around me and squeezing me tightly.

"Ohhh darling," she murmured into my chest, "It feels so nice to hold someone again."

My love for my Mum spread out as I wrapped my own arms around her body and I felt her warm, firm breasts squashing against my chest. The instinctive reaction within my body was to respond sexually and quite unintentionally I felt my hips start to move as her pelvis pressed against mine.

It was then that I seemed to feel her body moving sensually too and suddenly there was a distinct feeling of sexual arousal in the air as we both became turned on. The feelings were too pleasant to allow me to stop holding her and when Mum turned her head upwards, things began to escalate.

"Give me another one of those kisses," she said softly, "Make me feel wanted."

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol; perhaps it was because I was accustomed to kissing Mum or perhaps it was because I was holding a woman against me but I found myself willingly bending down and letting our lips meet and in an instant Mum's lips softened and slid over mine in a way that would normally be the forerunner to sex. My lips responded to hers, quickly becoming as pliant as hers and I felt our tongues touching as we smooched.

In an instant I felt my cock lurch and begin to fill out, just as Mum seemed to melt in my arms, her whole body softening and writhing deliciously against me and then as my stiffened cock pressed against her I came to my senses.

"Ahhh, careful!" I said as I pushed us apart, "Sorry Mum, I nearly lost my balance."

"I didn't notice," she said through glistening lips, "I thought you were doing wonderfully."

I shook my head to indicate that the alcohol had affected me – but it was really just an excuse to give me time to cool down.

"I felt myself going," I said, "I'd better sit down for a bit."

I quickly lowered myself to the chair again, not to hide any giddiness but to hide my throbbing, stiffened penis that was now stretching my jeans.

Fortunately for me Mum's timer began to ring at that moment and she crossed the room to the cooker and turned both it and the timer off.

"That should be it, dinner's done, with a bit of luck," she said, "Come and help me take it out, if you're not too wobbly."

The few moments without her body so close had allowed my cock to deflate somewhat and I quickly rose, donned the oven gloves, bent to the hot oven and carefully extracted the still bubbling pot of almost certainly delicious food. I placed the heavy casserole dish on top of the cooker and lifted the lid, letting my nose be assailed by some wonderful odours.

"Smells perfect," I said enthusiastically, "I could eat all that!"

"I bet you could with your appetite," said Mum as she too sniffed deeply, "Mmmm, the meat should be nice and tender but we'll let it cool down a bit before we eat."

We left the pot to cool as we set our places at the table, then Mum turned and faced me once again.

"It's so nice that you're here," she cooed, "I've been eating all on my own so often recently."

She looked as if she was about to cry and as my natural instinct was to comfort her I found myself holding her again, cuddling her to my chest as I felt her calm down but then her face turned up towards mine again.

"Let me just have another one of those lovely kisses," she said, her lips held ready and once again I found myself becoming sucked into her warm and willing charms.

Our lips met and softened together in an instant, our tongues finding one another more quickly this time. I felt things happening down below as well and once again the feeling of warm sexiness was so strong that all I could do was to enjoy our intimacy more and more.

Our bodies melded together slowly yet strongly until we seemed to be almost making vertical love, then suddenly it was Mum who pushed us apart, brushing her front and her sides with her hands.

"Ohh, goodness me, look at the time!" she exclaimed, looking up at the clock, "Come on, we'd better get on and eat."

I frowned because it wasn't all that late before my mind began to understand that Mum had become just as turned on as I'd been and was now dodging the subject carefully.

"Yeah, definitely," I agreed, "Need something to soak up that lager, I think."

"There's some nice fresh bread in the bread bin," said Mum, "Hack some off so we can dunk it."

"Not in the lager I hope!" I answered with a chuckle.

"No, silly, to dunk in the gravy," said Mum, "There's all kinds of things in that casserole – the juices should be really delicious!"

Inside me there were so many feelings and innuendoes swirling around. I'd felt my own juices rising and felt the pressure as precum had oozed into my underpants and knew for certain that my own mother's juices must have been on the move too.

I imagined her, in the privacy of her bedroom, peeling her sodden knickers off before wiping her wet and sticky pussy, possibly with me there too, using my tongue to cleanse those quivering lips of hers. I felt my cock rising again and I realised that I'd need to be very careful tonight; careful not to let Mum catch sight of my horniness and careful not to say too much out of place. It would feel so very wrong and might spoil everything to be seen to be lusting after my own mother...

"Ok, you go and sit down, I'll get things done," I said, making myself busy until my sexual arousal relented, "I think we'd better have bowls – do you want a large one?"

"Oh definitely!" said Mum with a giggle, "And lots of meat!"

I shook my head as Mum's usual polite words were constantly being replaced by yet more innuendoes and insinuations.

"You're terrible," I muttered as I dished out our dinners.

With the table set, some bread cut and the casserole now ready to eat I settled down opposite Mum and concentrated on my meal. It was delicious of course and my bowlful was emptied all too soon but I noticed that Mum wasn't far behind.

"Have some more," suggested Mum but I shook my head.

"No I'm fine," I said, "That was so tasty that I could easily eat another bowlful but I won't, thank you Mum."

"Please yourself," said Mum affably, "There's plenty to go round, as you well know."

With the lager and now my dinner I was actually feeling remarkable replete, especially as I still had some residual jet lag in me and mine had only been a compliment rather than a desire.

"No, it'll be nice just to sit and chatter and let my dinner go down," I said, "That way I'll be able to remember it without wishing I hadn't eaten too much."

"I'm sure I'll remember tonight too," said Mum as she rose and took our dishes to the sink, "And I think I'll leave the washing up until later."

I shook my head, not for the first time as her words drifted over me. Mum was in a very romantic mood or something but I couldn't work out exactly what had caused it or why. Eventually I put it down to the fact that she was missing her husband, wherever the old philanderer was...

"Come on," said Mum beside me, "Stop daydreaming – bring your drink through to the lounge."

I followed her into the lounge, casting my eyes over the room and almost expecting to see my father sitting in his big comfy armchair but he wasn't there, obviously. The room was carefully filled with an excellent mixture of both modern and antique furniture and felt warm, friendly and relaxing, entirely in keeping with my parents home generally. Unusually both Dad's and Mum's chairs were side by side with the settee on the opposite side of the fireplace.

"You come and sit in your Dad's chair," said Mum, firmly pushing me, "If he doesn't want to use it then you belong there."

"Yeah but..." I spluttered, surprised at Mum's determined push, "I don't mind using the settee."

"You do as you're told young man," she insisted, now guiding me to the armchair, "Now sit down and stop fussing."

Truthfully I wasn't really complaining because Dad's chair was extremely comfortable as I'd discovered years earlier when it was first purchased and now I almost sighed with pleasure as I settled into it while Mum settled into her own comfy chair alongside me.

"You really look quite the part," said Mum suddenly shaking me from my reverie, "Almost as if you belong there. You actually look terribly grown-up darling."

"Who, me?" I asked, "Nah, it's all in your mind Mum – that's your imagination running wild!"

"No darling, what I mean is that when I usually look at that chair I just see your Dad there, gradually getting older and older but instead I now see a nice strong healthy man and it actually makes me feel so much younger too."

"Huh, at least I can do that much for you," I said, "Be nice if it could actually happen – that we could turn back our clocks so that we were all young again."

"You'd be a babe in arms if you were any younger," said Mum happily, "Then I'd have to nurse you all over again."

She chuckled happily, then winked at me.

"That just reminds me how you were always so eager," she said as she rested her hand on mine on the arm of the chair, "I don't suppose you remember much about how often you'd demand a good suck, do you?"

I frowned and shook my head, only having a few skimpy memories of my early days but as I wondered why Mum was raising the subject she carried on.

"Yes, you used to love to have a good suckle – it was just as well that I could produce plenty of milk," she said as she now cupped one hand under a breast, "And it was always so wonderful to have you at my breast because it always made me feel so, so...oooops!"

"So what?" I asked, curious to know how she'd felt.

"Oh – so sexy, so excited!" she said, her eyes closed, "And so...so ummm, stimulated – oh damn, I really didn't mean to tell you that!"

This time I'd definitely heard her properly and as her words sank in I felt my cock rising once again, straining inside my underpants with eager arousal. I glanced down and with subdued movements I pressed him to one side so he could stretch more comfortably but when I looked up again, Mum was looking at me.

"What's up darling?" asked Mum, "Isn't the chair comfy – let me show you how to adjust it."

In an instant she was up and leaning over me, her hand quickly reaching down within the confines of the chair right there beside my thigh and as she did so I felt the seat reclining somewhat under me.

"There, is that better?" asked Mum as she remained leaning over me, "Oh! Ohhh, umm, oh I see. Oh, I guess it wasn't the chair, was it?"

She slowly straightened up and returned to her chair where she quickly crossed her legs, while one hand slid down and seemed to settle at her groin. My cock jumped again, now stretched to full length over my thigh and I felt my face reddening, then not knowing what else to do or say I lifted my can of lager to my mouth to hide my embarrassment, noting that Mum did the same with her glass. She on the other hand seemed far more composed than I was.

"So, I thought you were going to tell me about your trip?" asked Mum a few moments later, "Was it really all business?"

"No, not entirely," I answered, relieved to have something else to talk about, "I did have a bit of time to myself and of course I was able to have a look round at night too."

"Oh I bet you did!" said Mum, "I bet you were out there chatting up all those good looking girls for some horizontal entertainment! How did you get on with them?"

There was no point in trying to admit that I was entirely pure and innocent so I opted to try to shock Mum instead.

"I had a bloody fantastic time to be honest!" I said, "There were so many incredibly hot looking girls to choose from but do you know what?"

"What dear?" asked Mum as she leaned forward to listen more intently, "Come on, tell me!"

"I only picked English girls," I said, "I felt safer that way. It's not that the local girls are ugly – far from it, but over there you can never be sure if it's a girl or a tranny you're chatting to especially if they're Asian."

"A tranny?" asked Mum, "A what?"

"A guy who's changed himself to look like a girl, you know, all complete with implants and hormones and stuff," I said, suddenly feeling horny, aroused and yet embarrassed, "A transsexual."

"Ohhh! " exclaimed Mum as she leaned back, "Goodness me, I bet they're exciting!"

"Depends on what you like I guess," I said, "They're always beautiful – it's just when you get to taking off their knickers that the truth comes out."

"I bet it does!" said Mum, "I bet it pops right out!"

She laughed wickedly and I did my best to join in while still feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"I bet you've seen a few doing that, haven't you?" asked Mum with a wink.

"A couple, when I've picked up the wrong girl by mistake," I agreed, "At least I don't get all nasty and throw them out instantly but I haven't really taken it any further."

"What, you haven't tried to screw them or suck them off or anything?" asked Mum, surprising me with her open-minded thinking.

I blushed deeply as I remembered the one instance when I'd let things go all the way for once and felt my cock stiffening yet again to the memory. She – or he – had looked simply fantastic and even when she dropped her knickers and her seven inch penis had sprung out I'd carried on, eventually fucking her ass several times that night. Not only that but we'd also had a wonderful 69 session that caused me to surprise even myself.

"You have, haven't you?" exclaimed Mum, "I can see from your face – oh Chris – you are a naughty boy!"

"Well, when you're away from home and all that," I said as I pretended to fan myself with my hand, "You get horny and lonely but I still prefer the real thing. Proper girls that is."

"Oh, that's good to know," said Mum as she put down her empty-again glass, "So, remind me why you don't have a steady girlfriend."

"Oh that's easy – I just never stay at home long enough," I said, "I like my job and all the travelling. Oh of course you know I've had some girlfriends that I've wanted to go steady with but it does nothing for a relationship when you're disappearing every so often."

"You're telling me," said Mum firmly, "So what do you think about your Dad going off like that?"

"Well, he always used to go away quite a lot anyway, didn't he?" I asked referring to Dad's occupation, "I'd have expected that you were used to it."

"Not the way it's happened this time," said Mum with a frown, "No, I mean about your Dad doing what he's...well – whatever he's doing."

"Not really fair on you, is it," I answered, "So I expect you're a bit pissed off."

"A bit? Very pissed off is the answer," said Mum vehemently, "Even though you've done a lot to calm me down."

"Hope I have," I answered, "So have you decided what you're going to do about it?"

"Yes darling, actually I have," said Mum suddenly brightening, "I've decided that the best thing I can do is to take a leaf out of his book and find another man for myself."

I felt my eyebrows lift, surprised that Mum should be willing to extend the boundaries of her normal behaviour and yet understanding her feelings too.

"Wouldn't really blame you, not if it's happened several times," I agreed, "So, do you have someone in mind?"

I imagined some younger gentleman from around the town in bed with her and wondered how I'd feel to have a step-father nearer my own age.

After I'd spoken there was a pause and as I waited I saw Mum's eyes roaming over me and the tip of her tongue wetting her lips and in an instant I felt sure that she was about to pounce on me. In a quick moment it dawned on me that she had plans for me and not some other potential lover! However, instead of feeling frightened, concerned or worried I felt my heartbeat quickening just as my head reminded me that my mother made me feel very horny and as my cock reminded me that he was still very much erect.

"Well darling," she said softly, "I did have one young man in mind but I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do..."

I felt my pulse racing, my cock throbbing and my breathing becoming faster too as I imagined us having sex together. It had been a while since I'd last dipped my wick or even jerked off and my moral standards were therefore lowered to basement level so all I needed was some release and some pleasure and my mother, regardless of any considerations about incest, was delectable enough to enjoy thoroughly.

At that moment Mum stood up, then pushed the coffee table away until there was room for her to stand directly in front of me. She stood there, her legs slightly apart, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

"Tell me how I look darling," she asked simply.

She used her hands to smooth the material of her skirt over her hips then, reaching down she grasped the material and began folding it up into her hands, until a fair amount was rucked around her hips. Her smooth legs were now bare and visible right up to within what had to be just inches of her knickers.

"Not bad at all," I admitted carefully, "Pretty good in fact."

"Nice legs?" she asked and I nodded carefully.

She let go of her skirt and now moved her hands to cup her breasts, lifting them upwards as if weighing them, then stretching her blouse to stress the fullness and size of her super breasts behind the straining buttons. I felt my cock jerking urgently and then the feeling of something happening inside and realised that I'd probably just oozed a load of precum into my underpants.

"What about these darling?" she cooed, "I've still got jolly good tits, haven't I?"

"Yeah Mum, whatever," I said trying to be nonchalant, "Yeah, they're gr...I mean you're great, now go and sit down again and take it easy, please Mum."

"Why should I?" she asked, now sounding a bit pissed but also excited, "I like to show off my body and if your Dad isn't interested then I'm pretty sure someone else will be."

She blew me a big kiss and I knew immediately that I was that someone else...

"Come on Mum, cool down," I said, "Go and sit down and I'll bring you another drink, eh."

"I don't want another one yet and I want to show you my body, so there!" she said and with that she fiddled around behind her and a second or two later her skirt fell to the ground.

She stood there now, at arm's length from me, her legs apart with her remarkably small knickers stretched over her pussy. Her knickers were thin enough to reveal that her excitement had caused her to pussy lips to part wetly and that she'd shaved all but a small patch of her pubes.

"Well?" she asked, "How do I look – good enough to fuck?"

She didn't stop long enough for me to answer but instead she began popping buttons on her blouse and suddenly it sprang apart to expose her substantial and very full breasts clad in an extremely flimsy bra. Her generous nipples were clearly visible, flattened against the material but with a quick tweak of her fingers they began to stiffen and press outwards, then Mum began to massage her breasts, pushing them forwards towards me.

"What about these, then?" asked Mum as she leaned forwards, pushing her breasts closer to me, "You like boobs, don't you?"

I felt my cock lifting my clothes powerfully as it strained to reach out while inside my head my conscience was quickly being erased by my lower brain and suddenly there was pressure on my penis as Mum's hand stretched out and stroked it.

"Bloody hell Mum," I enthused as she excited the bulge of my cock, "Stop it, please Mum, you're getting carried away."

"Come on Chris, take me," she simpered as she stood upright once again, causing her big breasts to sway hypnotically before me, "I know you won't say no. Please say that you will!"

She rolled her hips now, pushing her pussy towards me, urging me on – but at that moment we both heard the sound of a motor right outside the house.

"Oh God, that's your sister's car – I'd know that sound anywhere!" said Mum and in an instant she'd gathered her clothes and disappeared upstairs.

A minute or two later and my sister Sharon opened the back door and stepped inside.

"Muuuummm!" she yelled, "Anyone home? Who's there?"

"Hey, it's me," I called back as I rose from Dad's chair and headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh Chris – I couldn't work out whose car that was parked in the drive – you've changed it!" she said and a second later she was in my arms, squeezing me tightly, kissing me madly and purring like a happy cat.

"Yeah, felt like splashing out," I murmured between kisses, "I found a deal that I couldn't refuse."

I responded eagerly to her warm kisses because my sister was really my favourite person in the whole world, apart from Mum possibly. She was an incredible person and we were close enough to have few secrets between us. But just as I'd not seen either of my parents for several months my sister had been absent from my life for even longer and I was thrilled to see her again.

"Let me look at you," she said as she held me at arm and finger-tip length, "You're looking so good – that's a wonderful tan Chris, better than mine!"

She held our arms together and my tan actually was deeper than hers. The touch of our arms also sent an erotic wave of pleasure through me, it seemed to be such an intimate gesture.

"Loads more sun where I've been," I said as I felt the hairs on my arm tingling, "Nice to be back though."

"So where have you been then – all around the world as usual?" asked Sharon as she moved and held my hands.

"Feels like it," I said, "Far East; you know, Hong Kong, Singapore and all that."

"Ohhh lovely," said my pretty sister, "Wonderful places – so good."

"Hey, speaking of good," I said, "You look really good too."

"Mmmm, I feel it," she answered, her voice all honeyed, "Especially now I've seen you again."

While she was speaking however, her eyes were scanning up and down my body and it was very evident that her gaze was pausing around my groin and I suddenly realised that my cock was still at least partially inflated.

"Fancy a drink?" I asked to distract her but she shook her head.

"Thanks for asking but I'm driving and I won't be staying long anyway," she said, "Just came to see if Mum's ok – where is she?"

"She'd just popped upstairs when you arrived," I explained, "I think she wanted to change or something."

"I just popped in to see how she was managing what with Dad and his disappearing act," said Sharon, "No sign of him yet?"

"No, Mum hasn't heard from him at all apparently," I answered, "Really bloody nasty of him, isn't it?"

"Couldn't agree more," answered Sharon as she turned the kettle on.

There was a pause as we waited for the kettle to boil.

"Poor Mum," added Sharon as she inspected Mum's mug and then loaded it with a tea bag and sugar, "I bet she's feeling really lonely these days."

"I think she'd feeling very horny too," I admitted, "She's been getting quite personal."

"Mmmm, so I see," Sharon answered, then she leaned close to me and whispered, "You've been leaking!"

"Oh what? Oh fuck," I gasped as I bent over and tried to inspect the damage, "It's all Mum's sexy questions – they've been getting really personal and she's got me all worked up."

"Has, hasn't she!" said Sharon as she stroked my chest, "Still, you always were easily led!"

"We haven't done anything together of course, if that's what you mean," I gabbled as I tried to cover my arousal with chatter, "It's just the way she's been talking."

"So," Sharon now asked as her hand continued to stroke my chest, now concentrating on my nipples, "You'd like to be doing something with her, would you?"

"Of course not, but she's enough to make anyone want her," I answered as I tried to skirt the truth.

"What about me then?" said my sister as she pinched one of my nipples hard, "Don't you fancy me at all?"

"Of course I fancy you, who wouldn't?" I said feeling my penis stirring eagerly again, "But I can't, any more than I can do anything with Mum."

"Who said?" my sister whispered and she shuffled closer to me until her firm breasts pressed against my chest, "I wouldn't complain any more than Mum would!"

"What about your boyfriend, you know, Bill or whoever?" I asked, unsure of who her latest companion was.

"Gone, got rid of him," said Sharon slowly sliding her breasts from side to side against my chest, "Good riddance too. Do you know, I actually moved in with him for a while – I must have been mad!"

"Yeah, definitely," I murmured as I enjoyed the sensation, "Suits you!"

"Shut up!" said Sharon with a quirky smile, "Anyway I walked out and left him – next time perhaps I'll find someone who can fuck properly!"

I shook my head as I pondered on her mind – on how she rated having sex higher than friendship – then realised that I felt much the same way.

"Damn, that's all you women seem to think about these days, isn't it," I muttered.

"Mmmm," Sharon answered as her breasts pressed more firmly against my chest, "We do, don't we! So what about you, don't you always think of sex too? I'm sure you do."

My cock had hardened completely by now and suddenly I felt Sharon's groin squashing my erection between us, her hips immediately beginning to roll and squirm against me as she rubbed her groin against the rigid bar of my cock.

"Hey, cut it out," I moaned as her enticing body stirred me, "You're not supposed to do that...and Mum's just upstairs too."

"Hmmm, I can't but Mum can, is that the story?" Sharon asked, "Come on Chris, be honest with me."

"Neither of you should – that's called incest," I hissed unable to move away because Sharon now had me pinned into the corner of the kitchen worktop, "Cut it out I said."

Sure I could have pushed her away but somehow my body wouldn't let me do that simple thing...

"Incest – so what!" exclaimed Sharon as her hips continued to work away, her pubic mound pressing against my hard cock, "Never let that get in the way of a good fuck!"

As she spoke she stepped away slightly and her hand quickly fell onto the bulge of my jeans-clad penis, squeezing me and then sliding up and down as if to ascertain my length.

"Feels perfect," she sighed, "Just what I could do with."

"Sharon, leave it alone!" I hissed, "You're making it hard for me."

"It was already hard!" she breathed, her lips close to mine, "Hard and exciting!"

I was quite unable to remove myself from her touch because it was easier said than done not to be interested in fucking my sister.

She was tall and beautiful, her slim legs seemed to go on forever, her hips had already proven their ability to arouse and her breasts, quite as generous as Mum's but more youthful, were even more alluring. Her face, as befitting her job as a cosmetic consultant, was as delightful as Mum's too, but enhanced by her youthfulness. She always dressed perfectly too but had a habit of wearing minute shorts that did nothing to repress any incestual ideas I might have. Tonight though she was wearing a skirt but even so it was remarkably short and sexy and had she not been my sister I'd have eagerly have considered chatting her up.

"Quit it," I moaned as she stroked me, "Stop teasing."

"Ohhh, I'm not teasing," said Sharon seductively, "Any time you'd like me to entertain you..."

She'd raised my desire to such a pitch that I found my own hand snaking out and resting on her hip and as I did so Sharon twisted her hips to cause my hand to slide down over her front and suddenly I felt my hand slip between layers of material and come to rest on her smooth warm belly. I even felt the prickle of trimmed hairs against my fingers so I must have been within just inches of her pussy when we heard Mum's footsteps on the stairs.

We sprang apart and both grabbed at things, me picking up the can I'd brought out with me and Sharon grasping a towel as we tried to look innocent. And then Mum was in the doorway, her eyes lighting up as she saw her daughter.

"Sharon darling, what a lovely surprise!" she said and a moment later the two ladies were in a tight embrace until eventually they pulled apart.

"I was just asking Chris how you were, Mum," said Sharon, "How you're getting on without Dad."

"Not too bad," said Mum as she glanced at me, "I'm still so very annoyed with him thought – just walking off and leaving me like that."

"How do you know he's gone?" asked Sharon as she began stirring her tea but Mum shook her head.

"I don't, but I'm not sure he'll be welcome back now anyway," Mum said as she guided us all into the lounge again.

"Wouldn't really blame you Mum," said Sharon as she followed Mum, "I won't tell you what I'd do if my guy walked out on me."

She was a fine one to talk after what she'd just told me of her actions and I laughed behind my hand.

"Come and sit down, make yourself comfy darling," said Mum ignoring me, "Then we can have a nice chat and you can tell me what you've been up to and how you're getting on."

Once we'd moved through to the lounge Sharon lowered herself onto the sofa and leaned back against the cushions, her actions causing her breasts to appear even more prominent and her skirt to part somewhat and reveal even more of her legs. I felt myself tense with increased desire and as I did so I sent an urgent message to my cock to behave. No way did I want to be seen to be aroused in front of both my mother and sister despite their combined interest in me!

I let myself down again into what had been Dad's chair and heard Sharon gasp.

"You're not supposed to use that chair!" she said but Mum intervened quickly.

"I said he could," she said firmly, "If your Dad isn't here then Chris is the man of the house, so he can sit there instead."

Mum looked at me now and nodded decisively.

Ohhh, game on! Fifteen love to Mum.

I saw Sharon's eyebrows lift with Mum's proclamation then she smiled at me and winked too.

"So you're the man of the house are you?" she said, teasing me, her eyes flitting between my face and my groin, "Does that mean that you're taking over all the household duties?"

Fifteen all.

"Might do," I answered, intentionally leaving my words vague and yet teasing, "All depends on what Mum wants me to do."

"I'm sure she'll be glad of your company," said my sister with a wink, "I'm sure you'll be able to do plenty for her too."

"Oh he will, he'll be so useful," enthused Mum, her innocence lost by the way she looked at me, "And I do enjoy Chris's company too."

Thirty fifteen to Mum.

I saw Sharon's eyes roll theatrically as Mum spoke and her eyes flitted back and forward as she weighed up the situation and her response.

"So Chris, are you going to rise to the occasion?" she asked, her eyes locked on my groin rather than my face.

Thirty all.

I felt things happening again down there as I tried to form a reply and for a few moments, as blood left my brain and rushed to inflate my cock I was unable to think of a sensible reply.

"I'll do anything that Mum wants me to," I answered eventually, knowing that I was being provocative, "Just so long as she's nice to me."

Offside! Oh no, wrong game!

"Of course I'll be nice to you darling," said Mum as she stretched out and stroked my thigh with one finger, "And I'm sure that your sister would be kind to you as well if she needed you to help out."

An edgy one there but forty thirty to Mum now.

I wasn't really certain right now as to who was leading the game but currently Mum seemed to be at least holding her own but all it needed right now was for someone to say the whole truth and the place would descend into an incestuous orgy!

"Mum, you know I always love to have Chris near me," my sister added, "I'm sure he'll be very useful and helpful to us both. He's actually already implied that he'll be round to see me soon."

Ohhh, great shot – deuce!

"Have you dear," said Mum as she looked at me and raised her eyebrows, "Oh well, we can't have Sharon monopolising you can we? I'll have to see what I can find for you to do!"

Advantage Mum.

As she spoke her breasts seemed to stretch out towards me – an illusion I'm sure but one that sent a surge of energy to my cock once again.

"I'm sure you'll be willing to help me, won't you?" said Mum, her tongue sliding over her lips provocatively.

Another ace! First game to Mum!

Automatically my eyes slid over to look at my sister and as I did so she wriggled around and slowly slid her skirt further up until a hint of her knickers was on show to me. I wasn't certain if Mum had the same view but somehow I rather imagined that she did and it was apparent to me that Sharon intended to win the match!

It was at that moment however that the house phone rang, a sound sudden enough to put us all off our stroke. Mum jumped up and crossed the room, picking up the phone and answering it quickly.

"Oh hi Sam," we heard her say, then she paused as Sam spoke.

"Yes, yes, come on over – we're all here actually," said Mum a few moments later, "Ok, tell me when you get here."

She put the phone back on the charger and turned towards us.

"That was my sister," she said, her face tight, "She's got some news about Dad so she's coming right over."

We all began moving around, me to fetch another can from the fridge, Sharon to find two glasses and Mum to begin to fill them both with sherry and then Mum disappeared off upstairs to use the toilet while Sharon used the downstairs one.

We'd hardly all gathered in the kitchen again before we heard the sound of Sam's Range Rover as it powered into the driveway, then the door slammed and Sam crashed in through the kitchen door.

"Oh Shirl, you'll never guess what?" she said, ignoring us two, "The police just rang me about Keith – it seems they've found his body!"

There was a silence that filled the room for a few moments then the sound of glasses being put down.

"Well, I didn't really expect that," said Mum, her breasts heaving as she contained her emotions, "So why haven't they contacted me."

"They wanted to but they got us two mixed up apparently and for some reason Keith didn't have any ID on him so they had to go by whatever means they could and somehow they found me instead of you," Sam said as quickly as she could, "So I gave them your contact number and they'll be calling to see you any minute – I told them to wait until I got here so I could be with you first."

Just then we heard another vehicle outside and forewarned Sharon, Sam and I trouped out of the room to leave Mum to have some peace. Sharon however stayed by the door to eavesdrop if she could.

"It seems he died of a heart attack," said Sam quietly, "While he was on the job."

"No, he was on leave apparently," I said, "He wasn't working."

"Not on that kind of job!" exclaimed Sam, "You know – having sex!"

"The dirty old man!" exclaimed Sharon from the other side of the room, "Trust him to be at it – they're all the same, these men!"

"Takes two to fuck!" I said as I glared at my sister, "Whatever he was up to."

As I spoke Sam turned towards me and her face lit up.

"Oh Chris," said Sam as if she'd only just seen me, "Oh darling, I haven't had a nice hug from you yet!"

So saying she advanced on me and, wrapping her arms around me, she kissed me firmly on my lips. I felt everything responding again just at the same moment that I felt her tongue slip between my lips. It skittered around erotically for a few moments then withdrew.

"Mmmmm, lovely," she murmured, as her arms squeezed me against her, "Do that again!"

I didn't know what it was that I'd done so I merely kissed her back and in an instant her tongue was there again, now sliding over mine in an erotic dance. I felt her body squirming against mine, her firm pussy mound against my now stiff cock and her warm, soft, generous breasts moulding against my chest.

"Yesss," she breathed, her whispering breath soft against my lips, "I like it!"

Sharon meanwhile had been hovering by the door, still trying to eavesdrop on the conversation in the other room and now we heard her turn our way again.

"Hey – here comes Mum," said Sharon as we quickly stopped having oral sex, "I heard her saying goodbye."

We seemed to spring apart but although our bodies parted our eyes continued to hold each others' gaze and there were clear signs of lust in my aunt's eyes. I could clearly see that she too was eager to know more about me and my body!

"We'll have to meet sometime soon," said Sam quietly, "Come on round when you get a chance."

Then Mum was there, dabbing her eyes with a tissue and we all turned our attention to her.

"He was, you know," said Mum, "He was having an affair – and it cost him his life."

We all made sympathetic noises but Mum held her hands up.

"Don't all go getting silly," she said, "Everyone here knows my feelings and while it's sad to lose a husband he'd only been a husband of sorts for ages – not a real loving husband."

She paused while she found her sherry which she drained in one go – then held up her glass for a refill.

"They said that he was in a flat with some woman and he'd had a heart attack or something," she said, "She called the ambulance but he was already dead when the medics got to him."

She sipped at her new glass of sherry then continued.

"Oh and he was naked apparently," she added with a wry laugh, "Trust him."

Sharon, Sam and I all looked at each other but Mum went on with her story.

"Naturally I'm going to have to go and identify him," she said, "And I suppose we'll have to have a funeral of some kind but then..."

She paused again as she drank some of her sherry, then smiled.

"Then – I can start all over!" she said happily, "Being free again and enjoying myself!"

We all looked suitably shocked but Mum held up her hands again – her face full of smiles.

"You all know how it's been for ages now so now the truth has come out and now he's gone I can do what I like," she said, "And the first thing I'm going to do is to get well and truly fucked!"

A moment or two later and she downed the rest of her sherry then flopped limply onto a chair. We gathered around her but she was out of it, so I scooped her up and carried her through to the lounge where I set her carefully down in her own comfy chair and then, having made sure that she was comfortable and safe I left her to sleep it off.

"Poor Mum," said Sharon, "Still, if he hadn't been taking care of her then I can entirely understand her feelings."

"I'm with you there," added Sam, "I've been on my own for some six months now and I'm just so horny all the time!"

"So we're all in the same boat," said Sharon, "So who's going to be the lucky stud?"

Suddenly I seemed to feel the weight of two pairs of eyes pressing against me, producing a sensation of being pinned down while at the same time causing my cock to stick his head up to see what was happening.

Sharon and Sam's faces left mine and converged before turning back to me, each face now smiling broadly.

"So who's going to have him first?" asked Sharon at which Sam raised her eyebrows high.

"Not you – that'll be incest!" she said with a smile, "Whereas I'm only his auntie so I'm going to have him!"

"It's still incest with an aunt, isn't it?" added Sharon eager to get me into her clutches, "Anyway I love him more than you do!"

"But my needs are greater!" answered Sam as she moved close beside me, "And I'm older than you so there!"

I felt her hand slide down over my quickly growing erection and saw her eyes open wide.

"Mmmm, feels perfect!" she said as she licked her lips, "Just the kind of size I like!"

Her hand closed around my shaft while her breasts now pressed against my side and all the while Sharon stood there watching, her lips moving hopefully.

"That's not fair!" she moaned, "Why should you have him and I can't?"

"I didn't say you can't – I just said that you shouldn't," said Sam as she leaned closer and kissed me, "So you can have him after me!"

It felt incredible to have two such desirable women fighting over me and I could feel my cock turning to solid steel as Sam stroked it.

Her touch was such that I shut my eyes but suddenly opened them wide as I felt another hand land on the base of my cock and discovered that Sharon was now right there beside me too.

"He's big, isn't he?" said Sam, "And so hard!"

"Nice balls too," murmured Sharon into my ear, "And they're big too, nice and full!"

Already I felt the surge of precum rising and I knew that whatever happened I wouldn't last long the first time but suddenly everything ceased.

"Shirl!" exclaimed Sam, her hand letting go of me in a microsecond, "I thought you were asleep, you know, passed out."

"I was for a bit darling," said Mum from the doorway, "But something woke me up – don't know what unless it was your voices."

"Are you alright?" asked Sharon as she edged away from me innocently and I felt my cock shrivel in a moment as the prospect of being caught hit me.

"Much better!" she said, nodding happily, "The drink and the shock must have hit me for a few moments but I'll survive."

"Oh that's good. Hey Mum, I've got to be going soon," said Sharon, "I've got work to do."

"Well you did say you were only popping in and you've been so helpful," said Mum as she stepped forward and kissed her daughter, "See you again soon and mind how you go darling."

Sharon turned to me and kissed me again, this time more sisterly since Mum was watching.

"Come round when you're free," she whispered, "I need you, you sexy thing!"

With that she spun around, kissed her aunt and picked up her keys.

"Be good everyone!" she said, "See you soon – especially you Chris!"

Then she was gone, leaving us three, but not for long as it was Sam's turn to depart.

"So sorry about the news," she said as she embraced her sister warmly, "But at least you seem to be in good hands with Chris."

"Of course I am," said Mum, already more composed now, "But thank you so much for all you've done."

"Wish I could do more," said Sam as she winked at me, "Oh well, perhaps one of the policemen I spoke to will be kind to me!"

"Sam, stop that!" said Mum as she tried to look offended, "Behave yourself!"

"What, me?" said Sam with a laugh, "Now that really will be a sad day!"

The two ladies laughed happily together, then Sam picked up her keys.

"You make sure you look after her," she said to me, "Will you take your Mum to London so she can do the ID or do you want me to?"

"No problem, I'll deal with it," I said, "Whatever she needs doing."

"Looks as if Chris will look after you properly," said Sam and Mum smiled back at her.

Sam engulfed me in her arms again and I felt my immediate response to her warm and sexy body, then she pushed us apart.

"You take care of her for me," she said, "Anything she wants done, you do it, ok?"

"Absolutely!" I agreed, "See you again soon Sam."

"You'd better!" she whispered as she kissed me again, "When you've finished here make sure you bring that thing with you!"

I pushed her away gently before my cock could rise again, then, as she closed the door behind her I turned to Mum.

"Phew – what an evening!" I sighed, "At least you know now – no more worrying – no more wondering about Dad."

"Huh, he was out of my life ages ago really," said Mum calmly, "I think I knew in my heart what was going on and this has finally closed the book, hasn't it?"

"It will after we've done the ID and had his funeral," I answered, "But that's for tomorrow and next week I guess."

"Probably," said Mum, "But what an amazing evening!"

"Don't you feel numb or sad or anything?" I asked but Mum shook her head firmly.

"No, not one bit," she said, "Serves the old bastard right too!"

"Tough old bird, aren't you!" I exclaimed, for which insult I received a hearty slap.

"Not so much of the old," said Mum, not looking at all concerned about the rather shocking news, "In the meanwhile though, we need to sort out your sleeping arrangements."

"You said that my bed was made and ready, didn't you?" I said, as good as forgetting how Mum had come on to me before the other two ladies had appeared but Mum shook her head.

"Of course it's ready but that's just for show, isn't it," said Mum as she slowly moved towards me, "Wouldn't you rather share my bed?"

"Well, ummm...!" I spluttered, "I mean, well yeah – ummm, sort of."

I felt quivers of excitement heading towards my cock and felt the tightening inside me as it began to rise again.

"Well, let's put it this way darling – if you're going to be man of the house then you sleep with me!" Mum said as she closed in on me, "Although actually I don't really mean sleep!"

By now Mum was close in front of me, the tips of her breasts just touching my chest where she paused as if to gauge my reaction. A few seconds later and she was pressing her body firmly against me and I instantly knew that we'd be making love.

She simply oozed warmth and sex now, even more so now we were on our own again and I felt my body responding eagerly, my arms closing around her.

"You are going to make love to me, aren't you?" she whispered as she ground her body against me, "I just know you are!"

"How do you know?" I breathed, my voice creaky with emotion.

"Because of what I can feel," said Mum as she pressed her body harder against mine and wrapped her arms around me tightly, "This lovely hard thing down here!"

As she spoke her hand slid down between us and immediately closed around my cock, my cock that was once again as hard as a nail.

"Ohhh Chris, that's going to feel so good once you get it inside me!" she sighed, "Come on, let's shut things up down here and get to bed!"

After all the attention my body had received this afternoon and evening I was almost surprised that I was still aroused but as soon as Mum's body began squirming against mine, I felt the surge of urgent desire sweeping powerfully through me.

A few minutes later and the house was locked and in darkness apart from a small nightlight and Mum was leading me up the stairs. Her curvy rump swayed before me and even as we mounted the stairs her hand was busy at her waist, undoing catches, zips and buttons.

Quickly we entered the main bedroom where Mum turned the light on, spun around, flicked something at her waist and let her skirt fall to the ground. A few more movements and her blouse joined it, leaving her standing before me in her incredibly sexy set of bra and panties. Almost nothing was hidden behind the patterned garments but even that delightful apparition only lasted for a few moments before Mum twisted out of her bra, stepped out of her knickers and then stood there naked as she waited for me to catch up. She looked simply gorgeous and nowhere near her fifty-odd years.

"Come on darling, hurry up!" she urged, "I need you – quickly!"

Before I could even move she was onto me, undoing my pants with practiced ease, helping me to remove my t-shirt and then pulling my shoes and socks off. As she bent down her heaving urgent breasts rubbed against me, their perfect rubbery tips making me shudder with desire. My cock also knew it was needed and once exposed it stood there hard and quivering as it awaited some action – and it was soon to come.

Mum chucked my clothes towards a chair then, on her knees in front of me she looked up and smiled broadly.

"Ohh darling, doesn't he look good!" she breathed.

Form my point of view I saw her face as she looked up at me, her slim knees as they pointed slightly to either side of me and between them her tanned, glowing, succulent breasts with the jutting prong of my cock framed in their cleavage.

"We're going to have to do something with this," she said as her hands reached up and held my cock, "I think he's ready to go off at any moment!"

"Ahh, yeah, won't take much to set me off!" I admitted, feeling the pressure inside me.

"Hmm, you need to unload quickly then, don't you?" she said, "You poor boy, all that attention this evening – I don't know how you didn't shoot off downstairs!"

I couldn't find words for an answer and anyway instead of pausing for me to reply Mum just leaned forward and guided my cock into her mouth.

"Ohhh fuck!" I gasped as her warm soft lips surrounded me, "Bloody hell Mum!"

Her tongue joined in, slipping and sliding over my knob – and then her hand found my shaft too so that she was now carrying out a three-way attack on my cock.

"Mmmmm," she sighed happily as she lifted her head briefly from my penis, "This is what you needed, isn't it? You'll feel better after this."

Then she was back, doing her very best to drag my cum from me and I knew immediately that I wouldn't last long.

"Ohhh, Mum, ohhh fuck – that's lovely!" I groaned as she worked away, her cheeks moving as she sucked, her breasts swaying with her enthusiastic activity.

"Cum – quickly!" she said, her words somewhat indistinct around my cock, "I want to get you into bed!"

"Yeah – yeah, I will...oh fuck, I am!" I grunted as I felt myself suddenly on the brink of an orgasm, "Careful Mum, it's cumming!"

"Do it!" she said quickly, hardly breaking from her actions, "Give it to me!"

"Ahhhh, yeahhhh – here it cums!" I gasped as my hips jerked suddenly, thrusting my cock deep into her mouth, "Can't stop – cumming!"

And with that I felt my penis stiffen even more, seemingly growing bigger too as all my nerve endings fired off, quickly followed by the finally release as powerful spasms of scalding spunk squirted from my tip.

"Ohhhh fuck!" I gasped as my hips jerked.

"Uhhhh! Mmmmm!" grunted Mum as I filled her mouth.

"Ahhhh!" I groaned as I continued to unleash my pent-up juices.

"Mmmmmm!" hummed Mum again as she took my load and swallowed eagerly.

I felt five strong spasms as I unloaded at last, convulsions that were enough to cause at least some of my emissions to overflow from my mother's greedy mouth, to spill in molten streams down over her heaving breasts where they clung steadfastly.

Mum pushed me away as she swallowed her final mouthful, then she looked up at me, licked her lips and smiled. Her hand rose and with a fingertip she lifted the last bubble of cum from the end of my cock and popped it into her mouth.

"That was a lot, wasn't it?" she said, "You've been saving that all for me, haven't you?"

I grinned back, uncertain of the correct response but Mum was busy elsewhere anyway as she now concentrated on the spilt spunk between her breasts. Her fingers were now busy gathering the blobs and streaks of cum and conveying each one to her mouth, her actions causing her breasts to sway in the most delightful way and not only that but her nipples were now sizeable suckable protrusions that caused my cock to stiffen again immediately. There was something so erotic about the way she was behaving that it was a strong stimulus to my sex organs despite having just unloaded.

With her breasts now glistening but cleared of all but the smallest remnants of cum, Mum now stood up before me, smiled broadly and held her arms out to me. We met and immediately our lips locked together while her sticky warm breasts, her generous nipples and her belly pressed against me just as my newly risen cock pressed against her abdomen.

"Thank you darling," she murmured, her lips fluttering against mine as she spoke, her body doing much the same, "Haven't had so much lovely spunk to drink in simply ages!"

The taste was still in her mouth but it was like a heady wine to my senses and did nothing to soften my ardour.

We writhed and squirmed together with our lips and tongues slipping and sliding in our salivary juices until Mum began shuffling backwards, pulling me with her towards the bed.

"Come on darling," she said softly as she reached down and stroked my hardened penis, "Time to be the man of the house!"

We parted long enough for Mum to fold back the bedclothes and to slide into bed, then to wriggle across to leave room for me. I slid down to join her and we met again, now horizontal for the first time and our hands and bodies moved so we could explore each other, then we squirmed around to get comfortable.

"This is so nice," murmured Mum as she snuggled against me, "Your Dad was so boring in bed – almost cold to be honest – it feels so lovely to have a nice warm hard man with me again."

"Aren't you supposed to be in mourning?" I asked, wondering how Mum could so easily change allegiances, "Dad's hardly been gone a day."

"Huh – I lost him ages ago really, didn't I," said Mum, her body squashing my cock against her, "Did my mourning when I first realised that he was screwing someone else."

"That was mean of him, wasn't it?" I asked as I enjoyed Mum's warm and firm body against mine, "I wonder what set him off?"

"Might have been his work," said Mum, as she ruminated, "Away from home too much – we sort of lost contact."

"We're in contact, aren't we!" I said as I pushed my cock outwards and Mum chuckled warmly.

"Mmmm, very much so," she breathed softly, "Feels so nice too."

My penis was very hard, already pressing firmly into Mum's belly as we lay together.

"It'll feel even nicer when I use it," I murmured and Mum answered by tightening her hold on my back.

"Do you think you could put it in me then?" she asked and I nodded eagerly.

"Sure, do you want me on top?" I asked but Mum's hand's held me still.

"No darling, not yet, just gently like we are, to start with," she said as her leg lifted up and slid over my hip.

With some small movements we came closer and with the help of her hand my cock now nestled between her legs, pressing up against the soft wet warmth of her pussy and the comfort of her lips.

I let it slide back and forwards gently, allowing Mum's pussy to enjoy my steely hardness while I enjoyed the slick smoothness of her slit.

"Ohhh darling, that feels lovely," breathed Mum as we moved slowly together, "Are you ready to try me for size – I can't wait for you to put it in!"

"Yeah, love to," I breathed back as I moved my hand to my cock and adjusted it with the help of my hips.

Immediately I felt the way her hot wet lips surrounded my knob, the distinct feeling of welcome and of need and of her eagerness.

"Ahhh, wonderful!" breathed Mum as I pushed slowly upwards, feeling her vaginal opening widening to accommodate my cock, then feeling the heat all around my cock.

"Oh Chris, yesss, feels so hard!" sighed Mum as we paused our movements, "And you're going to stretch me so nicely too!"

It was Mum's hips that now moved so that in a moment she was impaled on my cock that was suddenly buried almost to it's full length inside her.

"Wowww!" she said, "Oh Chris, that feels absolutely perfect!"

It did too – Mum's vagina seemed to fit my cock as if made for it. She felt tight inside too; wet and very slippery but very tight. I moved in and out a little bit, experimenting to see how it felt and it was amazing. I was gently making love to my own mother and she was loving it!

Quietly we lay there, our limbs intertwined as we slowly explored each other's body. The delightful way her breasts squashed against me, the warm yet firm pressure of her leg over my hip, the heat and firmness of her vagina. Mum's hands were exploring me too, sliding over my back and buttocks, caressing and massaging me everywhere. Our mouths had already found each other and as we gently made love so our tongues danced together with the same slow rhythm.

This afternoon and evening had been full of posturing and posing as the presence of my sister and aunt had stopped us from proceeding but now they were gone Mum and I were alone and happily together.

"Not too wet am I?" asked Mum and I laughed.

"Wonderfully wet!" I exclaimed, "And so tight too!"

I could feel every single muscle inside her vagina as my penis slid up and down the length of her hole, the way she seemed to have both rings and long fingers of muscles inside her, all of which were caressing and stroking my cock.

"That's because it hasn't been used for so long," breathed Mum, "I hope you'll stretch me darling, stretch me as deep as you like!"

"Like this?" I asked as I pressed my penis into her body and Mum breath hissed through her lips.

"Yessss!" she sighed, "Oh that's lovely, do it again, lover!"

"I'll have to fuck you properly then!" I said, "If I'm going to do that then I'll need to move faster, then it'll really turn into fucking, won't it?"

"Please, yes please!" asked Mum as her pussy responded by squeezing my cock hard, "Let's do it darling!"

I twisted us around until, with Mum's help, she lay on her back with her legs now hooked behind my thighs and I began to ride her, thrusting my cock into her once again but deeper now.

"That's nice, yeah, nice – ohh Chris, so nice!" said Mum as I steadily pumped in and out of her hole, "Ohh Chris, keep doing that!"

With strokes that varied from full penetration to little movements just inside her vagina I roused Mum from her relaxed state into a more energetic mood and before long she was matching me stroke for stroke. We quickly settled into a nice rhythm, a slowly increasing pace that let us both enjoy our feelings of sexual pleasure. I had wondered if Mum might dry up somewhat but if anything she seemed to be even wetter now that she was aroused properly and with every stroke I could feel her juices as they were forced from around my pumping piston.

"Ohhh Chris, you're going to make me cum!" moaned Mum after we'd been fucking for a few minutes, "I've almost forgotten what that feels like!"

"You'll soon know enough!" I answered as we moved faster together, "I can feel you tightening up in there."

"I know darling, I know," moaned Mum, her breathing now faster and in time with my quicker strokes, "And I know I'm almost there too!"

"Let it go then, don't hold back!" I advised as I concentrated on thrusting steadily, my strokes still deep and fast, "Lots more to come, enjoy yourself!"

"Ohhh Chris, I can't hold it now, oh Chris, ohhhh Chris!" she panted, her arms and legs holding me as tightly as her vagina was, "Don't stop – don't stop – ahhh don't...!"

"Come on then – let it go!" I encouraged her as I slammed my hard cock repeatedly into her hole, "Cum for me!"

"I am!" she screamed, her face contorted as her orgasm closed in, "I am, I am!"

Suddenly her body convulsed, enormous tremors making her entire body jump around on the end of my cock, her over-stimulated vagina holding my penis in some commando grip as I tried to remain calm while her hands flailed around wildly.

"I can't stop!" she howled as she raked my back with her fingers, "Chris, ohh Chris, stay there, it's wonderful, it's massive!"

If Mum had have remained calm and cool I'd have survived but her excitement was contagious and thrilling. In an instant I felt my own orgasm arriving hot on the heels of hers and felt the tightening of my balls and the straining of my cock.

"Ohhh Mum, Mum, I'm going to cum now!" I moaned as I felt my spunk building ready for the crescendo, "Ohhh fuck, here it cums!"

As Mum's vagina spasmed once more around my cock I let loose, feeling the power of my ejaculation, the rigidity of my thrusting cock and the force of my eruption as my cum began to squirt jet after jet of hotness.

I felt another tightening of Mum's vagina as my spunk began to fill her, a spasm that was echoed by my own muscular contractions that pumped another wave of cum into her. I felt the warm wetness of my cum bathing my cock then felt the way my cum was leaking down past my penis and out of her wonderful pussy. I felt the wetness on my balls as I pressed them against her body while I drove my cock as far into her as I could to I empty my last remaining cum where it belonged and then I was sinking downwards to slump on top of my quivering, shaking, well-fucked mother.

For a few moments, as I drew in some much needed oxygen I just lay there, then, realising that I might be squashing her I levered myself up with my arms and held myself just above her, my penis still well and truly embedded.

Mum looked up at me with a huge smile on her glowing, sweating face.

"Ohhh darling!" she sighed happily, "That was the best ever!"

"No, I'm not that good!" I answered as I tried to lift my cock from his post-cum lethargy, "You were brilliant though."

"Was I darling?" she asked, "Your Dad would never tell me how it was for him."

"Yeah, you were fantastic Mum," I added, wishing now to praise her thoroughly, "So responsive, so hot, so eager!"

"Oh, I was eager alright!" said Mum with a big smile, "I feel so free tonight, happy, excited...!"

"...and horny!" I added with a laugh, "And just full of it!"

Mum sniggered wickedly, then brought her hand down to surround the base of my penis as it relaxed inside her body.

"Oh, I know I'm full of it!" she said, "I can feel it all sloshing around in there – gallons of it!"

It was an extreme exaggeration but I knew how she felt because I too felt as if I'd unloaded an entire tankful into her depths.

At that moment I felt my cock beginning to slip from his comfy resting place and Mum felt it too.

"Ooops, I think we'd better catch some of this, don't you?" she said and with that she wriggled around and ejected my cock from her pussy.

There was a hand towel right beside the pillow and I quickly grabbed it and pressed it against her hand-covered pussy.

"Ta," she said as she pulled her hand away and dabbed at her leaking hole, "I put it there earlier – I hoped we'd need it!"

"Good thinking – after you then," I said, "I'm all sticky too!"

After a few moments Mum lifted the towel from her groin and inspected it, then scrunched up her face.

"Errr, it's still running out everywhere," she said, "I think we both need a shower, don't we?"

She tried to lever herself upwards then slumped back to the bed, blowing out her cheeks.

"Ohh darling, I can't get up – you've exhausted me!" said Mum as she stretched out her arm, "Help me up."

"Won't say no to a shower, so long as we share," I said as I climbed off the bed, "Come on Mum, I'll give you a hand."

Between us we managed to get Mum upright while she held onto me firmly. We shuffled across to the bathroom where I propped Mum against a wall as I turned the shower on and adjusted the water, then satisfied, I called her to join me.

"Give me your hand again," she said with a weak laugh, "I'm not used to all this excitement."

Once she was in the shower with me the freshness of the water seemed to invigorate Mum again and it wasn't long before she was as soapy as I was and twice as much fun. Suddenly she was alive again and almost childish in her delight at having a soak with me, laughing and playing happily amid the suds and the water.

"Feeling better now are you?" I asked and Mum pressed herself wetly against me and stretched up to kiss me.

"Much!" she exclaimed as her warm wet breasts pressed firmly against me and her hand found my penis, "Let's get cleaned up and dried off and then back to bed."

"I expect you need some sleep," I said as I felt her hand bringing my cock back to life, "You'd better not play with that too much then!"

"Sleep – what on earth are you on about?" asked Mum with a wink, "I'm all ready for round two now!"

"You're wicked, you know that," I said as I stroked her deliciously slippery arse, "Come on then, let's get on with it – do you need another hand?"

She laughed as she stepped onto the mat and began towelling herself dry.

"Depends whereabouts you want to put your hand!" she said as she played with my newly risen erection, "Come on lover – I want to do that all over again!"

True to her word we did after which it was my turn to feel exhausted but this time we were both so tired that another shower was out of the question. We lay there after another thrilling round of fucking, our hands linked and our heads facing each other before Mum glanced at the clock and signed.

"Look at it – well past my bedtime now," she complained, "Shall we get some sleep and then see what tomorrow brings?"

"Not a bad idea," I answered, feeling a yawn rising, "So what do we do tomorrow?"

"Don't really know yet," said Mum with a big yawn of her own, "We'll need to talk to the police and then – oh I don't know."

She yawned again, a highly contagious thing to do and I joined her as we smiled at each other.

"And then...?" I asked.

"And then we come back to bed I think!" she said, "I can always do with a helping hand."