Mum and her dear son
Gwyneira leaned towards her nephew, placing her chin on his shoulder. She said, "Well, my dearest nephew, you certainly have 'grown' up." Then her hands snaked down his torso, seizing his penis. For the briefest of instances, she sucked in her breath in disbelief, (shocked at the mass of the coursing male organ suspended in her fist). Curiously she noted, it was rising already.
Jasper gasped, feeling her warm hands as he stared at her, shocked.
"Shh, its all right," she cooed in his ear, blowing air onto him.
Jasper was unsure of what's happening, and he shot a desperate glance at Mother, who had by now stopped touching upon herself and dropped her bum back to the water, coolly watching him with the slightest smile on her sweet lips.
Finally, she spoke and provided him with an explanation.
"Oh, Jasper," Aurelia said with pouty lips and moon sized eyes. "I wasn't sleeping, darling. I was awake and dealing with a need—a vile, wicked need of mine! You understand, yes? I mean, we all have our needs. Do you understand me, Jasper?"
He nodded a speechless and shameful 'yes' to her rationalizations, but then Aunt Gwyneira interrupted the moment of forgiveness with,
"Now, now, he's grown up, man, and he certainly knows what you are referring to, sister."
She partially released pressure on his shaft, and her hand began to caress him with gentle strokes of his throbber between her thumb and two fingers. Jasper felt a mix of shock, horror, and pleasurable sensations all at once. He blurted out,
"Mother! Auntie Gwyneira is..." He was interrupted by Aurelia, who immediately understood his panic and assured him.
"I know, dearest! I know," she said, "it feels nice, doesn't it? Yes, of course it does. Just relax and let Auntie Gwyneira give you a good cleansing and release."
Aurelia sat back against the rear of the tub and placed both bare feet above the rim to watch the show. Her legs parted wide, and she raised her bum nearly clear of the water. She set the fingers of one hand to work on her sex as the other hand found her bubbies. She began to self-abuse once again, all while looking into the bewildered eyes of her son.
"But Mother," he protested, "it is so wrong... Auntie Gwyneira is your sister...I ...I'm her nephew!"
"Yes," said Aurelia in agreement as her hands worked in a lewd and coordinated staccato, "but wrong things in the correct measure can be… ...so wonderfully right dearest! Now do allow your auntie to proceed with your lesson, please."
She now bit her lip and shut her eyes for just a moment, having achieved the pace and pressure that she'd sought. She then opened those moon eyes of hers and locked them on Jasper's, sighing and nodding as if to tell him all would be well.
Gwyneira's hand was now a cock-shagging blur. She clenched her teeth with riveted eyes upon his face. She was now full of foul excitement, and her nostrils flared in base anticipation.
Jasper felt only waves of shameful pleasure. His auntie was wanking him, and he let his guard down and exhaled.
She stepped back again from Jasper. He watched her eyes for a moment, uncertain if he'd received a reprieve. It was not to be.
Gwyneira simply unfastened her buttons, and soon her dress fell to the tiles on the floor. She stood in her naughty undergarments and pantaloons, which were open at the crotch. She rubbed herself 'down there' a minute as her eyes roamed from his, traveling down to his throbber and then back again. She pouted her lips and gritted her teeth, as if the mere sight of her nephew's erect phallus and his naive countenance was some powerful stimulant she was taking in.
A minute later, pantaloons and unmentionables were lying in a great lacy heap about her ankles.
All she wore now were her modest jewelry, her black high-button shoes, and that same fierce look. She stepped forward and took up his veiny member in her hand once more, but this time with a glaze in her eyes, as if she were there but far off at the same moment.
She now frigged at him with renewed fervor, the same teeth-clenched hissing snarl upon her face. Jasper looked at Mother doing ghastly things to herself in the steamy water and then back to Auntie with her lustful madness blazing on her face. It was all so horrid, bestial, and wonderful for him at the same time!
Gwyneira half turned to him, bringing one of his hands down from his head but telling him to keep the other right where it was and not to move a muscle until she said so. She then brought his fingers to the black furry thatch between her legs as she kept wanking at him with her furiously stroking palm.
"Frig me!" Gwyneira rasped in a desperate whisper.
Her nostrils flared, and her breasts heaved like a horse's rump at a gallop. Her hand remained a frantic milking blur upon his cock.
"Frig me!" she said once more, but in a gasp rife with more seething urgency.
He moved his fingers against her, probing about. She in turn closed eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hand. His fingers pushed through black tendrils of hair until they met fleshy warmth and soft folds, then a yielding portal of softness. He pushed against that feminine softness as he looked back at Mummy and her lascivious self-abusing.
He could see Mummy's pink sex yawning open like the mouth of someone who was about to fall asleep in a very comfy chair. He didn't quite know what to do with those fingers of his, but as he watched Mummy do vile rather things upon herself, he judged that the same should feel quite nice to Auntie Gwyneira. He kept an eye on his mother's quim caresses, and as she strummed her inner pink workings, so did he mimic strokes and movements upon his Aunt's warm, wicked pit. His hunch was most correct!
His fingertips found a crease of meaty flaps of tissue (somewhat swollen and puffy). Mother had separated hers apart, but this took a bit more doing with Auntie. His touch now found more delicate curtains of flesh beneath the first puffy folds. He copied his mother's speed and movements as Auntie let out a gasp of AAAHHH upon at his strokes.
Gwyneira's hand continued to frig upon him, but still with deeper and more forceful ardor, as though she were rubbing the aching muscles of an Athenian athlete. Jasper kept his eyes upon the demonstration model presented by Mother and her sex, noticing the inner flaps looked much like those rare Indian Lotuses she and Grandmother grew and raised in the rose garden. From this, it dawned on him why gardening was such a secret passion for some!
Aurelia's fingers left the swollen nubs of her terribly tormented titties, and now she snaked it down her belly to join up with her other hand and work them both together in a sort of "team torture" between her legs. One hand splayed her pink petals apart as the other focused attention on a curious little hooded button at the top of her blossom. She was obviously an old hand at this and knew what she liked, Jasper thought. There was but one way to find out!
Jasper searched around, and after a brief poke here and a prod there, he located the little rubbery button of Auntie Gwyneira beneath its pink hoodie hood. Her eyes momentarily went wide as she sort of hopped at his touch with a squeak, releasing a breathy HOOOOOHHH! from her lips.
She closed eyes, allowing herself to become accustomed to the sensation. Bucking her hips ever so slightly against his caress, she opened her eyes and whispered softly,
"Oh yesssss, that's it, Jasper; so very, very ...gooood!"
Gwyneira's hand now matched the speed of Jasper's, and he in turn matched the speed at which Aurelia fiddled upon herself. Mummy Aurelia, meanwhile, matched the pace at which she observed Gwyneira's hand working Jasper. It could be said that all three were now synchronizing their rubs and strokes to the others around them, and bit by bit, the three picked up the pace. The foul act became a collective runaway engine of perverted wickedry, with each participant's energy driving and pushing the other two, who seemed to only churn faster and harder with inspired vigor!
Jasper now focused on that naughty little button of Auntie Gwyneira's, somewhere beneath her coal black thatch of pubic tendrils. He still couldn't see it, but he felt it clearly. It was hot, swollen, and throbbing, much like his pego in her furiously whirring hand (except her little throbber felt no bigger than an oversized cherrystone).
With each stroke of Jasper's hand upon her naughty nub, Gwyneira seemed to become more and more undone. Where before he saw rage and condemnation, he now saw something different. It still looked a bit like pain, only with a smile in front of it, and what's more, it was accompanied by soft, urgent words of encouragement.
"Yessss Jasper," Gwyneira hissed, "does this foul thing we do give you pleasure? Ohhhh and do not stop! .... Well, does it? Does this filthy wicked thing we do feel nice to you?"
Jasper was perplexed. Of course, it felt nice, but he didn't know quite what to say. He could be right or he could be wrong with his answer, and the prospect of a wrong answer might mean more of that blasted cane.
"No," he answered unconvincingly, the lie etched across his face like scratches upon glass.
"LIAR!" Auntie Gwyneira suddenly thundered.
A bit of pre-ejaculate made its presence known to his auntie's palm, and she paused in her pounding of his pego.
Auntie Gwyneira caught the wayward drop on her fingertips before it had a chance to fall. She popped it in her mouth for a taste, as if sampling some bit of savory sauce prepared for a main course. She let her tongue finish with it before she gulped it down the ole' hatch, announcing to her sister,
"Mmmmmm, Aurelia, your son is so wonderfully yummy!"
Aurelia, in the tub, nodded in lewd agreement, furiously frigging away at herself. She simply couldn't wait to try him!
Jasper, meanwhile, had ceased his caresses toward Gwyneira to witness the spectacle. It did not go unnoticed. Her face grew black as a storm. She grabbed his throbber and wanked him violently as she roared.
"DID I SAY STOP?"
"No," he said feebly.
"That is correct," she raged, "no one told you to stop. Get cracking, boy!"
Jasper did as ordered, his fingers feverishly rubbing at his Auntie's nub. He noticed that as soon as his caresses resumed, her face softened. It was as if a soothing balm had just been applied to her demeanor. She sighed for a moment and then resumed her line of questions.
"I am being perfectly lenient thus far, Jasper."
"Yes," came Jasper's feeble and defeated reply.
"Good," Gwyneira answered, "you see Aurelia; he CAN be truthful with the proper guidance and discipline. Of course, your mummy has been taking care of you, trying to show you how much she loves you, you need to understand her, Jasper. See, how far she was willing to go to show that she loves you dearly and earnestly."
He looked to his mother's face to see her smiling lewdly at him as she continued her self-agitations as his mind teetered on the edge of horniness.
She asked him, "Do you see her love for you, Jasper? Do you think you can return her feelings? Give her the love she craves and yearns for."
Meanwhile, her hand continued to row and scull at his now ramrod stiff oar of veiny-meatiness that throbbed and pulsed against her palm.
Jasper groaned as he felt her hand working more intensely; she wasn't letting him release. She was bringing him close to orgasm but only stopped when he was near it. It was becoming more tortured as the minutes passed.
All those years, he really respected her as a woman, and she had replaced his biological mother, by giving him what he lost. But there was always something, that gnawed at him, making him remember the ghosts of his past. He wished that he should have been born to Aurelia and that he was her real son. And yet, there was something in him, that was like, he was just there to fill their void.
Then, in the next second, he blurted, "MUM!"
"I always loved you, mum. I wished that I was your real son, so much so that I sometimes felt like I was just filling a void in your life. But no matter what, you will always be my mum," he confessed. Tears welled up in his eyes, as he said it.
"Yessss," cooed Auntie Gwyneira, "is that not much better? Don't you feel good now that you confessed?"
"I do, Auntie Gwyneira," he replied in between fits of sobs, pitiful tears flowing out of his eyes. "I truly do!"
His fingers continued stroking his auntie's button as she had yet to tell him to cease, but what's more, he was completely through with fibbing or quibbling. A look of shock registered on the faces of both women, who continued to keep their hands busy with their assigned lewd tasks, but now looked at each other as if Jasper had perhaps missed some obvious point of order.
Aurelia got up and embraced him, his head smothered in between her wet, glistening bosom. She burst out crying, holding him hard against her naked body.
"My dearest darling Jasper, I didn't know, my son. I didn't know you felt that way."
She moved back and then cupped his face, looking at him, straight in the eyes, "No matter what anyone says, YOU ARE MY SON, even if I didn't give you birth. You are my boy, mama's boy."
"Oh, my dear Jasper," his mummy promised, "on the contrary, my sister Gwyneira and I will help you!"
"But," he said, "father-"
"Noooo, you silly goose," Mummy explained. "I think we used words like vile, naughty, foul, bestial, and what else, Gwyneira?"
"I think I used the word abomination, and perhaps a few others... oh, but never bad," remarked Gwyneira, whose face had warmed completely now while her hand continued to pull rough tugs upon his willy as his fingers returned the favor between her legs.
"It is important to keep no secrets in a relationship like ours," Mummy added.
Jasper seemed a little confused, then she explained, "You don't need to worry about your father. Your auntie and me, we will take care of it. You just be yourself with me from now on."
"Well," Auntie Gwyneira suggested, "Your mummy, myself, and other members of this house have enjoyed rather unique 'things' in this house ever since your grandpapa passed away when we were just your age. Those arrangements and agreements have stood in place ever since in one form or another—even several understandings. You do find arrangements and these things to be to your liking, yes?"
"You see, Jasper," Mummy continued. "You remember those nights when you passed by my room? I was hoping to establish an understanding with you when you passed the light that opened the door to my room. My heart was up in my mouth, and I was waiting. That was why it was left ajar...oh no, I wasn't sleeping in the least, (giggle) I was waiting!"
Jasper's mouth hung open like a cod's at the realization. Mummy continued,
"You skipped off to the loo and never came by my room. I figured you lost heart, or possibly your ardor, and figured I'd have a go again some other night. I shut the door and finished the job by myself. I actually heard you return to the door and pause, but then you departed down to your room, much to my disappointment, you silly git! I'd feared I had actually frightened you away."
"Oh no, Mother," Jasper replied, "you hadn't. I really did think you were having bad dreams, quite honestly, and felt it best not to wake you!"
"Yes," Aurelia replied, "I can see that now. I must admit, I began to lose my courage then as well.
But after you returned home after two years, you had changed so much and grown into a fine, handsome young man who was so beautiful. I couldn't stop myself, and I didn't know what to do... Well, I decided to enlist the help of your auntie Gwyneira, who is somewhat of an 'expert and mentor' in such matters. She was a mentor for me at your tender age when she awakened me."
Jasper stared now in disbelief, yet he began to understand what this was all about.
Gwyneira, who had stopped talking, moved her hand and continued a rough and vigorous milking his phallus. She then brought his head to her bosom as a sort of comforting pillow and bid him softly to watch his mum and to please for heaven's sake, not stop what he was doing with his hand!
He complied happily, somewhat relieved that her storm had passed, despite the fact that the rain outside had increased in intensity. Things, of course, were increasing in intensity inside the tub; it seemed as well!
Mummy's hand now splayed the flaps back on her lovely blossom for him to see, and with her free hand, she strummed at her little hooded bean. As legumes went, it was a large enough bean, so that when she peeled back the little hood, she was able to put her thumb and forefinger around it and give herself a merry little wank to match the one her dear Jasper was receiving from his wicked Auntie Gwyneira.
He tried to parrot the same movement on his auntie, but her legs were a bit too close together, so he merely continued his ole' pokey-strokey of her button whilst she tugged him closer and closer to a familiar sensation that he'd already created in his own loins many times before. Of course, he realized; the marvelous thing now was that it was the lovely hand of a woman and not his own executing those rude tugs, OH JOY!
His pokes n' prods upon Gwyneira were now having a rather cumulative effect, and her hand left his bum to tweak and pinch at her nipples. She sighed, now having the rhythm and sensation she needed! She still had one more urgent request for him.
Well... it was more of a demand really, if you get right down to it...
"Kiss me, Jasper! KISS ME HARD!"
Their faces found one another's; she smelled his scent, and he hers. Their lips joined; her mouth being most sweet, he discovered. Their hands continued their mutual masturbatory symbiosis, only now were the two fused together, aunt to nephew, joined in a glorious kiss worthy of any romantic artist's brush!
Jasper felt like he was being happily skewered in the mouth by her probing, wicked cow tongue, the pink organ slewing around in his cheeks and jowling as if it were clearing space to move in!
Gwyneira gave his teeth and tongue a good cleaning for half a minutes time, then felt her inner tremor build. She hummed a low moan into his lips. It became a muted wail, and finally a kissing, shuddering sob straight into his parted lips!
Gwyneira pulled her mouth from his and howled to the ceiling in a cry of absolute joy! Warm broth suddenly splashed Jasper's hand as she shouted again at the ceiling plaster in a resounding and heartfelt cry of OOHHHH! AHHHH! AAGGHH!
Her cunny splashed beads of hot rain down her legs and onto the tiled floor below. She shook her head to and fro in a celebration of shakes and trembles before sighing happily through one last joyous shudder. Still dazed and shaky, like a new filly on wobbly legs from her crescendo, she pushed his hand away.
She now stepped with purpose into the bath directly between Jasper and his mummy, squatting down before him, her bum barely touching the water. She took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to give her nephew his first demonstration of fellatio whilst his mummy stroked herself and looked on. It was a practical exercise of sorts; the student was obviously part of the demonstration.
Oh my, learning can be such blasted fun!
Jasper took a chance and, without being told, ran hands through Aunt Gwyneira's hair, snarling fingers in her thick black mane almost instinctively. He grabbed the back of her head and whilst she sucked him like a nursing calf, he rocked his loins into her delightfully bobbing head. He glanced beyond his aunt for a moment, and his eyes met Mummy's; winking and nodding at him whilst licking her lips in approval. He was doing so well with his lesson—that much she could clearly see.
Ahhh! the things that make Mummy's so very proud!
Jasper felt his excitement rising up from his balls—good and strong! Auntie Gwyneira's mouth felt just so bloody marvelous.
She was utterly swallowing him now, aiming for that empty spot in the back of her throat that she always longed to fill!
Mummy at the back of the bath thrashed and bucked her hips against her own rudely frigging fingers. One of her hands had found her cunny hole, plowing her fingers one, two, three, and at last four into the sodden pink chute, whilst her other hand vexed her hooded bean with dancing fingers and thumbs! She saw Jasper's face become more and more twisted, with Gwyneira having throat-shagged him right to the very brink of expenditure. Mummy had seen that look before and knew her boy was nearly at a point of no return. A few more strokes of Auntie's tonsils, and he'd be unable to prevent his seed from flowing, even if his very life depended on it!
Aurelia's eyes met those of her son. Her eyes locked on his for barely an instant, but it was enough! A sort of psychic connection between the two occurred as both felt the wave of orgasmic release break inside them.
"OH MUMMY," Jasper yelled as if in alarm, "I'M GOING TO SPEND IN AUNTIE Gwyneira's...OOOHH!"
"DO IT, Jasper," Aurelia wailed, inspired by Jasper's release, "I'M GOING TO ...EEEEYYYAGGGGHHHH!"
It was at that very magical instant when it happened for them both. Aurelia's pelvis humped up and down in the water against both her hands as her pink blossom splashed nectar into both the bath and onto the wriggling rump of her older sister. Jasper, upon seeing Mummy's eyes roll back and her open mouthed call of joy, could hold back no more. Seizing Auntie Gwyneira's head in both hands, he drove his hips frantically into her mouth as he spewn squirts of manly warmth into her sucking mouth that continued to milk and nurse him through his hoarse snarling roars of,
"AAGGGGHHHHHRRRRR!"
Gwyneira continued to suck and milk her bucking colt of a man as he thrashed his head with mad joy, and her younger sister bawled and dribbled behind her. She took in a great mouthful of her nephew's chowder until, at last, his quakes ceased, and she, with great satisfaction, swallowed her first hot drink of the day. A wicked little recollection flashed through her naughty noggin as her tongue registered all the notes of the young man's salty seed.
In the bottom of the tub, the three sat, Mummy in the back and Auntie and her dear nephew taking up a position to the front, resting and reflecting. Three bodies rolled in the swirling waves and steam of the bath like the hulks of three great warships following a violent naval engagement; now they merely rocked gently in the post action bliss and haze of it all.
Gwyneira's hand wanked absentmindedly at Jasper's cockie for several minutes afterwards as she thought there in the water and steam. It was really more about playing with a toy than trying to get it to do anything. She was much like a silly cat that had just found a rubber mouse, but having a cock in her hand helped her think.
At one point, a lewd joke flashed through her head, but she thought it best kept to herself. She giggled and kept her own council while she fiddled with his spent member.
"You ready," she asked.
Jasper looked at her, still feeling the bliss.
His aunt nodded her naughty noggin with a broad grin as she noted the rise again of his penis beneath her touch. Her fiddles, diddles, and strokes had obviously reloaded his balls, and now he'd be ready for another go shortly, she judged. Auntie Gwyneira shot a cursory glance at her sister and then dropped her head to his loins, commencing to suck him to new hardness while Mummy explained a few fine points for Jasper's benefit.
"Yes, Jasper," Mummy said with eyes brimming with love and anticipation. "I feared you'd spout too soon with me, so we let naughty Auntie Gwyneira milk out the first merry squirtings and spendings! After all, (giggle), you wouldn't wish to pop your cork too soon and spoil Mummy's fun, would you?"
He shook his head, 'No,' and she shook hers with him in agreement, all giggles and love.
"Good," said Mummy, tapping her sister on the bum with mock impatience in her voice. "I suspect I can now have a good, proper cleansing bath with my fine young man?"
Gwyneira rose up for air, nodding her head in the affirmative between gasps. Below her stood Jasper's proud cock, breeching its angry head from the water like a snorting sea monster, most ready to 'give it a go again.'
Well done, Auntie Gwyneira. Well done indeed, ole girl!
Jasper changed places with Auntie Gwyneira in the lovely clawfoot bathtub's vastness. His auntie took up a position at the foot of the tub, facing the other two with her legs apart and her hands between her legs and at her teats. The water was still nice and warm. The rain outside had never let up. It was so awfully good to be indoors away from the blast of the elements outside, especially if one was to do simply awful things with (and to), others in the comfort of a warm bath.
It was that very same sound of rain pattering on the window panes and roaring on the roof above that filled Jasper's ears. Although only a man of eighteen, he never forgot that particular sound in that very special moment. That whole memory was burned in his mind indelibly: the warm bath, the rain, his own nakedness, plus the lush curvy nudity of his beautiful mother and aunt—the 'specialness' of that moment. It was his mummy who made it special, and wickedly wonderful Auntie Gwyneira.
Now Mummy shifted back against the rear of the sloping slipper-shaped bath. She beckoned for her son, her lips in a teasing puckered pouty-pout below mooning eyes and heavy sighs.
Jasper advanced cautiously, like a deer breaking cover at the edge of a wood, intent on joining her in some naturally 'good clean fun'...of a most dirty and unnatural sort indeed, if you'd allow me the irony!
Jasper paused in the bath for a moment and took in the view before him, and what a view it was! Aurelia Blatherwick, for her forty years on this earth, was a splendid specimen of a woman and looked younger than she was. She had lovely brown 'mooning eyes' that seemed bigger than they really were. Her exquisitely high cheekbones, combined with prominent dimples and a tiny nose, provided a face below a mane of long raven-black curls that immediately commanded the interest and attention of anyone who saw her, male or female.
She was a tall woman, although not as tall as her towering forty-eight-year-old sister Gwyneira. Aurelia also had, despite her generous round hips and bum set atop her long, slender legs, a teensy-tiny segment that was testament to what a good tight corset and a little self-denial, combined with long walks and vigorous riding, could accomplish on the female form.
Her most prominent features were her breasts. They were to be perfectly clear, a bit on the large side of things to be perfectly clear, Jasper now suspected that 'lion noggins' might be a far better description of the pair as they jutted and bulged, seeming to stare back at him with their doubloon like areolas and red nipples poking up.
To Jasper, she was easily the most delectable morsel he could think of feasting upon. She was all motherly flesh and curves, with legs, udders, and sighs attached. More than just sexual desire to him, she represented cooing comfort and a tender loving means by which to shuck off the cocoon of his adolescence while embracing his transformation into a man.
Oh yes, he desperately wanted her despite the inherent incestuous wrongfulness of it all, and yes, it felt so terribly wrong... it really did, but then again, he'd longed to have this happen for such a very, very long time, and it turns out his mummy had been so willing all along. His conscience and lust wrestled inside his head as Mum winked at him, bringing one of her bee-stung nipples to her pouty lips for a good sucky-wuck.
RIGHT! Judgment be damned; if this was all wrong, then what was the point of being a moral soul? No one but Auntie knew, and she wasn't about to tell anyone, after what vileness she'd just done to him.
So much for his 'conscience'; it seemed 'lust' had been far more skilled as a wrestler, (and when 'opportunism', 'rationalism', and 'denial' entered the fray on lust's side, well, it simply wasn't a fair fight.
He shot one more look over his shoulder at Auntie Gwyneira behind him. She was frigging away with vigor at her little oyster pearl atop its pink grotto, running that lewd tongue over her lips in voyeuristic anticipation. That normally stern expression of hers was gone and replaced by a lusty visage: catlike brown eyes atop high cheek bones, a fine, slender nose, and full, luscious lips, all stacked atop a slightly more angular chin than Mum's.
Gwyneira's face was beautiful, but unlike Mum's beauty, which made one simply wish to melt, Auntie's look was that of gorgeous confidence that bordered on arrogance. She was a handsome woman who could easily seduce and manipulate, (that is... when she wasn't a complete terror).
Like Mum, Auntie Gwyneira was a raven haired towering woman (the taller of the two, as I mentioned earlier), with long deer-like legs, but her shape was less rounded than Mum's 'milkmaid' form. Her slender middle sat atop an arse best described as a valentine flipped upside down. Her breasts, (although not as huge as Mummy's), were like plump gourds with lovely little nubs for nipples. She smiled, nodding her head in her sister's direction in an encouraging yet unspoken sort of,
"Well, boy... get at it! C'mon!"
Jasper turned and was just about to help his mum with a bit of 'spit and polish' as any dutiful son really should do under such circumstances when the rub 'n scrub in the back o' the tub activities were interrupted by door to the bath coming open.