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 Title: A Very English Family Ch.  01


Summary: A new home, a new way of life.


Keywords: inc,fic





   It was 1976 and Britain was about to enjoy one of it's finest summers in
living memory.  Day after day of hot unbroken sunshine would be sending
temperatures soaring well up into the 80s and even the 90s, but thus far in
the year it was still only Easter time - mid April as yet and the heat of
the summer ahead was an unknown quantity.

   But even before that summer heat, the decades of pop music and 'flower
power' had liberated much of the younger population and sex was no longer a
hidden pleasure.  Social permissiveness had been eagerly taken up by so
many, bringing sexual awareness into the open while 'the pill' was now
bringing sexual freedom to so many more.  The summer heat would just add
encouragement to their activities.

   All the excesses of that summer were still to come but yet in the
springtime of that year it was a glorious time to be young and free.

   We were young, that was for certain.  Andy and Sarah the twins, were 19,
I was almost 22 while Mum was still young at 44, coming on 45.

   We were free because our Mum, Patricia or Pat (do not call her Pattie
though), had jolted us from our ways with some wild and exciting news - we
were going to move.  Not just down the road but some 120 miles from the
English Midlands to the South coast, a move that made more sense to her
than to us when she'd first outlined her plans.

   Initially she'd just asked us if we'd like to move and after we'd more
or less agreed she took us on a road trip to view the new location and some
potential houses, so we knew what we were letting ourselves into.  She also
pointed out that we'd have to leave our jobs, again asking us if we still
wanted to move but again we agreed so Mum thanked us for our support and
told us that she'd get the wheels in motion...and that was all she told us.


   So we now had to onerous tasks of telling our bosses that we were
leaving and as we'd each held fairly decent posts, it was going to be
something of a wrench.  My job was, as my boss growled, "A position of
growing responsibility" and he couldn't see for the life of him why we
should choose to move.

   "It'll spoil your future prospects, you mark my words," he'd grumbled,
"All this flitting around.  Now in my days..."

   He rumbled on but I interrupted him, shook his hand and departed - now
unemployed but free to join Mum and my siblings on our journey.

   Andy and Sarah both had similar tales to tell of their bosses reactions
but they'd both stuck by Mum and her plans, so now, as I said earlier, we
were free.

   Later that same day Mum explained the details to us as we gathered
around her, describing how she wanted us to start a whole new life.  She
reminded us that she'd given us the option to stay or to leave with her and
that we'd all agreed that we'd rather stick with Mum, so now that we'd
given up our jobs she was happy to expand on her plans.

   "We're going to sell this house and buy another one," she said, "You've
already seen it so you probably remember which one it is and I've been able
to get it for a really good price."

   The way she stood there swaying her hips seductively told me that she
would have caused any estate agent to lower his price (along with his
morals) while remaining pure, clean and unsullied herself.  Her voice and
her lovely smile turned her into an angel for me and yet also made me want
to have her as mine, to love her completely.  I had no doubt that Andy felt
the same way but inside me I knew that her comforting, warm and well chosen
words were for me alone...that's how her words affected my mind.

   Mum had indeed offered us the options of staying or leaving, pointing
out that we'd all passed the age of majority (18 in our country) so we
could now make our own decisions, but we'd unanimously agreed to go with
her - to the ends of the earth if necessary, so our journey of discovery
was about to begin!

   Her planned move was designed at least in part to escape the vicinity of
the death of our father, killed by an error that was firmly blamed on his
employer.

   Thinking aside, it's odd how, when the word 'industrial' is added to an
accident, then that accident suddenly becomes far more gory and nasty in
the imagination - but it wasn't like that; it was simply a mechanical flaw,
a heavy chain sling that came loose at just the wrong moment, a violent
blow to the back of my father's head that broke his neck instantly and a
bit of very bad luck that the end of the steel chain had hit him.  One more
step and he might have been safe; instead he was dead.

   The fatal accident, now over a year ago did have it's fortune attached
in the form of the payout of our father's insurances and a fair amount of
financial support from the company too; both gains that helped the family
get over our loss and although the sums involved were a shadow of the kind
of figures paid out today in such circumstances they were generous enough
for the time.

   Despite the financial windfall however, we all felt that his demise must
have been a hammer blow to Mum but she withstood the trauma well and
although she probably felt grief far more deeply than we did, being alone
did have it's benefits it seemed because, aware that she was now the
breadwinner, she expanded her literary skills.

   We knew of her writing ability as she'd already had a book published
(not long after dad died actually) - a full length book apparently, the
name of which she had refused to divulge to us.

   "It's for grown-ups," she said simply, along with a wicked grin, "You
wouldn't understand it."

   She also refused to let us know how much royalty they paid her each
month but however much it was, it made her smile contentedly when her
monthly bank statement arrived.

   "That's for me to know and for you to find out," she would only say if
we quizzed her.

   Once she was on her own she began writing more often, working on a new
novel apparently as well as producing articles for a magazine and now,
supported by her kind-hearted (or sensible) publisher she blossomed.

   Her short stories and articles soon seemed to be everywhere and despite
her attempts to hide them from us we soon discovered that they were
remarkably liberated stories of lust and love - which is probably another
reason why she smiled so often.  And when I finally managed to locate a
copy of her book itself - written under a pseudonym, I was staggered to
find how erotic and explicit her words were.  The dog-eared copy of her
book became my wanking bible for ages, beating even some tatty naturist
magazines...not that I stopped looking at them too.

   To us three children our father's departure did actually feel like a
release - he'd been a very firm and demanding task-master and now that we
were under the much more benign wing of our mother we had considerably more
freedom but followed her lead willingly.  Dad's steely control had given us
a good grounding in etiquette and manners and while we may have been young,
free and silly, at least we were polite about it!

   Fortunately too for us offspring, both our parents also had good genes
and we were now the beneficiaries of them.  We were all growing relatively
tall and slim and both of us boys were developing some good muscles.  Andy
and Sarah were of somewhat slimmer build than me although the two of them
put my larger size down to my appetite!

   "Anyway, you've got three years head start on us too," said Andy, "I'll
catch up I reckon."

   My chest also now had a scattering of curly hairs, much to Andy's envy,
something I used to rag him about as I flexed my straining muscles before
the mirror.  I think I was also flexing my place in the family hierarchy as
I was now the oldest male.

   "Bloomin' show-off, aren't you?" he muttered one day as he passed by me,
my arms straining to lift some barbells.

   "Why not?" I retorted sociably as his comment was obviously not intended
as a full-blown insult, "At least I've got muscles.  Hah, you might even
grow some one day!"

   I guess that it served me right that he then proceeded to attack me and
the rough-and-tumble that followed only ended when Mum appeared, her blue
eyes flashing daggers at us, even though our battle was relatively
harmless. He and I often wrestled and fought but it was usually good
natured and happy stuff.

   Like Mum, the entire family had blue eyes but while she and Sarah had
auburn hair, Andy and I had light brown hair, as did dad but those
attributes were lost on us - we didn't care for such small matters, just so
long as we were content and had our Mum near us.

   We were a close knit little family, Mum being young enough to be able to
mix with us and to understand us for that matter.  She also looked after
herself and not long after dad had died she'd actually begun to become
younger looking we thought, as if a weight had been lifted from her life.

   Actually her 45th birthday fell on the day we moved, leading her to
proclaim that she was 'getting on' now so we could do all the hard work for
her!  As if!  She was as fit and healthy as any of us - and mother or not,
she could turn anyone's head and even us two growing boys were both
captivated by her deliciously feminine charms.

   Mum was everything a young man could wish for to be honest.  She was
always well dressed - that is, in ways that appealed to young and old men
alike - in other words there were always 'interesting' bits on show.  Bits
like flashes of thighs as her short skirt swirled or the plunge of her
cleavage and the swell of her breast as she bent over.  To add to her
allure, her face was so perfectly heart-shaped that she seemed made for
love.  Her cheeks were full and glowing, her skin was soft and smooth, her
chin was narrow yet not sharp and her mouth was wide and sweet.  And she
almost always wore alluring lipstick that further enhanced her pretty lips.

   She had cascades of glowing auburn hair (that she actually cut page-boy
short a year or so later), a wide and warm smile and deliciously warm dark
eyes.  She was relatively slim from her chest downwards, meaning that her
bum protruded nicely while her slender waist caused no obstruction to the
overhang of her generous breasts.  And she had beautiful and sensuous hands
attached to strong arms that could pull any of us into breathtaking
cuddles.

   Being held firmly squashed against that pair of maternal, warm, soft
breasts would send delicious and wicked thoughts pulsating through our
bodies - all the more so as we grew that much older of course!

   And there was something else that changed once Mum was on her own - we
all became that much less snappy and more loving too.

   We'd always been close to our Mum, perhaps driven that way by our
father's firm hand, but now things were even more - yes, more intimate, it
seemed.

   In the past she'd been loving and warm and friendly and she'd always
shown her love for her children with her hugs and kisses but there came a
point when Mum changed markedly and her whole attitude altered as if she'd
flipped a switch or something.

   Suddenly she became that much more approachable; that much more loving
and even that much more sexy...and when Mum would engulf us in her warm
arms we'd simply glow with aroused pleasure.  Perhaps it was the rising
tide of hormones that flooded our bodies - who knows.

   But Mum now seemed to reach right into me - and probably into my brother
too - as she'd pull me down to press her warm cheek against mine, to kiss
my mouth with her soft and pliable lips and then to squash me against her
warm and generous breasts.

   I guess it affected Andy just like me - in moments I'd feel the sensual
pressure growing inside me; driving powerful circulatory currents through
my body; soon pumping liquid steel into my cock.

   And then I'd squirm to get free from my embarrassment, to adjust my
posture as pressure grew until, with all control about to be lost, I'd have
to tear myself away then dash off to the privacy and relief of the bathroom
or bedroom.

   What was annoying however was that as embarrassing as it may have been
to find my body reacting so strongly I kept wanting to come back for more!
Mum was the embodiment of sex to us now that Dad was gone and my mind and
body certainly weren't complaining.

   It seemed that we sometimes almost queued up for her loving touch; all
three of us eager for more, all three of us finding her warmth to be
irresistible and as we sought her love there were many more cuddles and
kisses than there had ever been and truthfully it was delightful if
remarkably arousing at times!

   But despite the way she made our bodies react we kept coming back for
more and so many times it happened; we'd be squashed into a loving embrace
when those things would start to happen down below.

   I wasn't alone; I know that Andy too felt the flow of sexual arousal and
I always knew when he was becoming too excited; I could tell from his face
or his body and usually his actions, both mental and physical, would mirror
my own.  I guess that even Sarah reacted, even if physical signs of her
arousal didn't show to us boys and seemingly responding to the openness
displayed by Mum she too now began to allow us and even sought us, to
cuddle up to her.

   None of us were blatant in exposing our bodies but we'd all seen
fleeting glimpses of each another in the nude at some time or other yet
while we may have kept our naked bodies to ourselves, my erection and
Andy's were harder to hide.

   I seemed to have learned to hold a slightly bent over posture as I fled
from Mum's heady embrace but even so I'm sure that Andy would have noticed
the jutting outline of my aroused penis just as I saw his own tent after
he'd been cuddled.  And I'm sure that Mum must have both felt and seen the
result of her loving touch but she never complained or commented.

   It seemed mysterious to me - since she must have known what she did to
us, why didn't she stop?  And why would she continue to hold us against her
as we struggled to break free once we became aroused?  I could only guess
that she liked what she must have felt for some reason...

   Those thoughts drifted through my mind from time to time but they had no
impact.  All I cared was that I simply loved to be embraced and to be
aroused because then I'd have no option but to go and jerk off!

   Mum's cuddles were delicious but there was an extra flow of sexual
tension whenever we bonded with our sister.

   She too was nicely cuddly but not in the way that Mum was.  Sarah just
oozed sexuality it seemed and both Andy and I enjoyed our embraces with her
even more than with Mum because somehow our sister's cuddles made us both
even more incredibly horny!

   Sarah loved nothing more than to plaster herself against either of us
two boys and I could have sworn that she tried to encourage us to respond
with our bodies; most certainly her body was wickedly delicious to be held
against.

   We adored those hugs and cuddles - apart from being very loving, they
were, as I said, sustenance for some energetic action once we were alone in
the nights - well, they certainly were for me!

   Both of us boys had shot up during our teens and were now the best part
of six inches taller than Mum and Sarah but their lesser stature was a
delight to cuddle into because I was now a real lover of their wonderful
breasts - attributes that I'd been noticing more and more over the past
couple of years.  Breasts to me meant sex and excitement and love and heat
and pleasures - I was a confirmed tit-man even at that age!

   I also believed that I was a genuine up-and-coming sex maniac but when I
thought about it I realised that I obviously wasn't alone - Andy, it would
seem, was just as bad as me and perhaps Sarah herself was on yet another
level!

   There were several women in my life who turned me on.  One was a college
lecturer who had been an incredibly fit young woman and I also had three
part-time girlfriends.  I'd never got anywhere near to having sex with my
lecturer although we'd flirted constantly but I'd screwed all three
girlfriends and loved it - the intense pleasure of sinking your cock into a
tight warm wet pussy was immense and extremely addictive!

   But there were also two other women whom I now began lusting after.  The
warm embraces with our mother and our sister had stirred my inner mind and
whereas once the moments had been merely loving, they were now becoming
entirely erotic.  My sister was already a sexually overloaded minx to me
but Mum - just wow!

   You see, I kind of expected my sister to be wicked, given that her twin
brother and I already were budding Satyrs, but Mum seemed to be turning
into an entirely different person and now filled my dreams.  Sure, to have
any kind of sex with her would be incest as it would should my sister and I
have connected up, but Mum had become far to hot to ignore!  Of course I'd
always thought that she was so damn sexy but now her actions seemed to just
encourage my desires.

   At my age all my hormones and endorphins were working overtime, bringing
me to horny arousal at the drop of a pin - well, at the drop of a pair of
knickers for certain!  Anything remotely sexy caused sudden and massive
changes in me - turning me from a studious youth to a rampant stallion in
seconds.  And on top of that Mum seemed to be very adept at causing
sexually arousing moments...

   Everything about her now had an erotic look to it; even the remotest
hint of sex made my cock leap into action and it would demand release in
the form of the usual exercise - a quick jerk off.  I quickly lost count of
the record of my eruptions, so often did they happen and while I kept
vowing to "leave the thing alone" I never could - it took over my life at
times.  But then again, the pleasure as I played with my cock was such that
it seemed silly not to enjoy it...

   Judging from the amount of time that Andy spent in the confines of his
room it would seem that he was just as bad; such activities were obviously
entirely 'normal' for youthful lads such as us two.

   But right now my mind was fully occupied by so many other things.

   Mum's news had created turmoil if only because us three kids were all
'at home' now with nothing to do apart from prepare for our move.  Mum was
a whirlwind of activity though; every so often she would issue new
instructions to us as she sought to minimise our work-load on removal day
and to add to our turmoil we were all full of questions about our new home.
Although Mum had inspected the property in detail, we had only seen it as
one of several we'd been shown, so our questions were many and varied.

   And us three were all having to say our goodbyes to our friends too,
exchanging phone numbers and kisses and handshakes.  I succeeded in
obtaining several 'last screws' from my girlfriends amid promises, that I
knew would be broken, to 'keep in touch.'

   And now I was unsuccessfully trying to plan which bedroom would be mine
in the new house; how I'd arrange my room and especially whereabouts I'd
put my bed so I couldn't too easily be seen should the door be opened
suddenly.  I was thinking of what work would be available down south; I was
thinking of all the new girls I'd be able to meet and I was thinking of
what it was going to be like to live right beside the sea - because our new
home was just at the back of the beach; almost within a stone's throw of
the sea.

   The packing and sorting of our furniture and effects was therefore done
by the auto-pilot in my mind as so many other thoughts swirled around.

   Whatever happened, it was going to be quite an adventure.

   Mum had decided that we could do the job ourselves.  She'd sold our car
and had decided that she could drive the self-hire van (even though the
rental company manager had been quite reluctant to let a woman rent a van)
but eventually it had been agreed that she could hire it and then return
the van to a different branch rather than have to drive it all the way
back.

   In the last few weeks we'd disposed of and sold off as much of our heavy
furniture as we could so there were relatively few large items left to
shift and we'd even disposed of our old beds, intending instead to sleep
temporarily on blow-up beds and to buy replacement furniture once we were
installed in the new house.  It was going to be a real 'make-over', if the
term had been invented at that time.

   With the house already sold, the final day arrived and Mum popped into
town, soon to return driving the small box van which she backed, quite
professionally, into our gateway and from then on we were kept busy filling
the van to her instructions.

   Despite having disposed of our heavy stuff, the back of the van soon
became filled, stuffed with tables, chairs, boxes of kitchenware, piles of
gardening tools and mountains of our personal effects (including our bikes)
and it took ages to get loaded...but then, with a last look around we were
done and all clambered into the cab, the four of us a matching set, all in
shorts and t-shirts.

   Although we could just about sit in a row in the van it was quite a
squeeze that way and Sarah quickly suggested that she could sit on our laps
in turn - an action that we readily accepted.  As a relatively close-knot
family there were no qualms about being squashed together although Andy's
eyebrows shot up as Sarah made herself comfy.

   "Blimey, you're so bony!" he muttered, with reference to Sarah's shape,
"Still, at least you're not too bloomin' heavy though."

   Sarah was a mirror image of her mother without quite so much meat on her
so Andy's comment was fairly accurate even if a bit demeaning.  In the
circumstances I knew that I'd have said something too but such comments
were just small-talk as if to disguise our delight at the feeling of
getting underway and the thrill of having female flesh pressed against us.

   There was relative silence now as we pulled away and few comments as Mum
concentrated on the urban traffic.  We needed to go into town to drop the
keys with the Agents but then we were off out into the countryside and onto
the relatively straight and uncluttered main roads.  I heard Mum breathe a
sigh of relief as she was now able to relax more but she remained focussed
while us three were left with nothing much to do.

   For some considerable time we motored on, eating up the miles steadily
with only a few nonchalant comments passing between us from time to time
but then I felt a nudge in my side as Andy's elbow thrust against me - and
when I looked at him, Andy's face was quite red.

   "What's the matter?" I mouthed silently at him.

   "She's squashing me, my ummm...," he breathed back, his eyes quickly
flashing downwards and back up.

   I got the message just as he added, more loudly, "I'm getting all hot."

   Well, it was quite warm in the van, even though Andy and I were wearing
shorts.

   "Get her to move then," I said quietly and simply, the implications of
Andy having his penis squashed sailing past me.

   I patted Sarah's thigh and gestured to her with my thumb - a signal that
she quickly understood and moments later she was wriggling from his lap to
mine.  I wrapped my arms around her waist and she leaned back against me
and the door as between us we made ourselves comfy again.  Her belly felt
warm and soft and sexy as I clasped my hands over her body and her arse was
firm as she nestled herself down on my lap.

   Another period of time passed and I was kind of subconsciously dozing
off when the motion of the van changed.  I awoke instantly, to find the van
slowing as we turned into a big lay-by where Mum parked up and turned off.

   "Wow," she said, her voice full of relief, "We've done well - that's
over seventy miles done - we're about half way already."

   "You've done well, not us," I answered, "Great stuff - I was so relaxed
I was almost asleep.  You ok, Mum?"

   "Yes sure, I'm ok but I want a break," she said as she opened her door
and climbed out, "I'm going to stretch my legs for a few minutes."

   Andy slid across the bench seat and joined Mum.

   "Me too," he said, "Need a wee as well."

   The toilet block was nearby, adjoining the small café, towards which
they headed, while Sarah and I luxuriated in the extra space and lack of
motion by stretching out on the seats.

   She turned to me with a wicked smile on her face, her eyes glittering
with amused arousal.

   "Andy was getting all excited," she said, her face glowing with
pleasure, "I could feel him."

   "Yeah I know, he said he was all hot," I replied, echoing Andy's words
and not knowing what other words to use and Sarah nodded.

   "No, not just hot!  It was his dick; it got all hard - I felt it growing
and pushing!" she said, her cheeks reddening, "It was fun though - it was
nice!"

   "His what - his penis?" I asked, astonished that Sarah would refer to
that instrument, but she nodded to confirm what she'd said.

   "Yes - his cock, you know, his penis, his dick, his tool - it was hard -
I told you, I felt it!" she said again, "Pushing up - and I kept pushing
back.  I wish I'd been able to put my hand underneath me to feel it
properly!"

   "Wow!  That's...dirty, no, naughty, no, I mean that's wild.  Oh bloody
hell, no you shouldn't be thinking like that!" I spluttered as I imagined
the disgusting but erotic scenario but as I did so I felt my own penis
swelling as if I could actually feel her thighs and buttocks pushing
against me again.

   I tried to turn the wicked thoughts off but just couldn't - they were so
vivid and exciting that they began to scramble my mind and I found my hands
moving almost unbidden to cover my groin.  And anyway, the thoughts were
suddenly no longer nasty or crude - in an instant they'd become just plain
sexy now.

   Over an hour of sitting on our laps had caused Sarah to become
thoroughly aroused and alert too.  Her eyes had quickly noticed my response
and a moment or two later she was sliding closer to me on the seat until
her warm naked thigh was pressed against my equally naked leg.  Somehow the
touch of her body was different now - in the past and even as she'd been
sitting on my lap, the contact had merely been a sisterly touch but now
there seemed to be sex in the air and things had changed dramatically! 
Suddenly I was here in the van with a horny and delightfully sexy girl -
not just with my sister.

   I felt an involuntary shudder run all through me but it wasn't one of
horror - it was one thoroughly tinged with desire and lust.

   Immediately my eyes began to absorb the sights, taking in the
substantial but still developing bulge of her breasts and the denim-clad
meeting of her thighs - before I dragged my eyes away, astonished by my
audacity.

   But Sarah wasn't fazed - instead she seemed to be thrusting her breasts
forward and squirming her body in ways that I'd never seen her do before
and in ways that were so exceptionally sexy.

   Her eyes found mine and held me, pulling my concentration back to the
present.

   "Can I try that with you?  You know - touch you?" she asked, her
question rhetorical indeed since I knew that not only would she do it but
that I'd be unwilling to stop her.

   I felt myself nodding just as I watched Sarah's hand sliding over my
thigh and onto my tight bulge.

   "Ooooh Sarah," I breathed, "Don't!"

   But there was no way I intended to stop the very stimulating feeling of
my sister's hand stroking my cock and I felt myself shudder inside - while
growing very hot on the outside too.

   "Wowww!" she exclaimed as her fingers explored, "That feels big, bigger
than Andy!"

   "You shouldn't be doing this," I hissed, feeling my cheeks glowing with
excitement and possibly embarrassment, "You're supposed to be my sister!"

   "Yes, but we're going to a new home, a new world really," she said, "A
new life and a new way of living and I want us to make some changes."

   "Like what?" I asked in a hissed whisper, already realising what she
implied but not daring to think how far she intended to change things.

   "Like sex," she said, causing me to spin my head around to look right at
her.

   "What - really?" I asked, shocked and yet so aroused.

   "At the old house and even after Dad had gone I just couldn't do
anything even though I so really wanted to," she continued, her voice warm
and enticing, "But now I think I can make things change - in a big way."

   Her wandering fingers had closed over my cock, exploring my dimensions,
discovering that my penis was curled and entrapped inside my underpants. 
And she also discovered that I wasn't about to complain or move away - in
fact I was loving the feeling, delighting in the attention and absorbing
the sexual pleasure so thoroughly that all I could do was to thrust my
quivering hips up at her hand.

   Her wicked fingers were now doing their best to adjust my penis so that
it had more room to move and expand and another hiss left my lips as she
succeeded in releasing my cock from it's prison, allowing it the freedom of
the leg of my shorts in which to grow.

   "Ohhh yesss Chris, that's nice," Sarah breathed as her fingers were now
able to slide up and down my length, "You're going to be such fun to have!"

   I was just thrusting my hips up to meet her curled fingers when we heard
the voices of our mother and brother as they returned and with a gasp Sarah
was moving quickly, climbing back onto my lap, her hand pressing hard down
between her legs as she manoeuvred herself into position.  She may have
done so by accident but her hands quickly found and pressed onto my penis
again.

   By the time the door opened and Andy and Mum began to climb back into
the van we were settled, apparently innocently, with smiles for our
returnees.  Andy edged his way past the wheel and settled in the centre of
the bench seat and then Mum climbed in to the driver's seat and turned on
the ignition.

   "Feel better?" said Sarah as Andy made himself comfy beside us.

   "Yes, but I hate mucky toilets like those," said Mum, "Oh well, everyone
ready?"

   She wriggled around to settle herself but as she did so she seemed to
move her nose through the air and her nostrils flared as if sniffing out
something unusual but she said nothing as she started the motor.

   "Ok - I'm all set, hang on then," she said, "So we're off - second half
of the journey.  Bet you're all looking forward to getting there?"

   "Can't wait," exclaimed Sarah happily, "It's going to be so much fun -
so exciting!"

   Her enthusiasm seemed almost overpowering, so much so that Mum looked at
her firmly as we waited to exit the lay-by - but Sarah couldn't have cared
less, such was her mood.

   Then we were out on the road again with Sarah squirming almost
energetically on my lap, driving me insane as my penis was rubbed by her
actions.  I eventually found myself actually stopping Sarah from moving - I
had no intention of blowing off in my shorts whatever intention Sarah might
have had and anyway, all this was sudden and unexpected and totally scary,
to be honest.

   And there was another reason for her to stop - Andy seemed to be aware
of what she was doing and spent much of the next hour with his hands on his
lap, very obviously hiding his own arousal too while his eyes seemed to
constantly flicker our way and then back again.

   If it came to that, I had the very distinct feeling that Mum was aware
of there being more than just some innocent movement going on, judging from
her quick glances.

   Fortunately for us however, Mum soon needed her attention on the road as
we left the main highway and plunged into the lesser, more convoluted and
more crowded roads nearer the coast.

   And the change of surroundings made us kids concentrate on the scenery
now, especially as we weren't that many miles from our destination at last.

   And then we were almost there - the small community was signposted now
and we were all on edge with anticipation.  Both Andy and Mum were now
leaning forward to spot landmarks and although Sarah too was on the
lookout, her concentrated efforts meant that her hands were now braced
between her legs - and one of them was very firmly clasping my penis!

   "There it is!" said Mum as she pointed ahead, "There's our road."

   In moments Sarah let go of my cock and concentrated instead on the view
and although my penis now pushed hard against the back of Sarah's thighs, I
too found my sexual arousal dying as our new home beckoned.

   Inside the van you could almost feel the tension rising as we slowly
drove the last quarter mile - then, as we rounded a final bend, firstly the
sea came into view and then our new home.

   "That's the house," said Mum, "Oh it still looks lovely."

   Sarah, Andy and I had seen the house before, so it wasn't a complete
surprise but we'd only visited once whereas Mum had been down four times in
all when she'd chosen and bought the place so at least she knew where she
was going.

   "Done it!" yelled Mum excitedly, "We've made it, kids!" m A chorus of
exclamations rang out, filling the van with sounds of happiness and relief
and then Mum was ushering us all out so we could guide her as she reversed
the van into our driveway...then there was a sudden silence as she switched
the motor off, then climbed down from the van.

   Moments later and a car pulled up and a young man jumped out, waving
keys and a clipboard at us.  Mum went and took the keys from him and signed
the paperwork then came and joined us again, her face beaming with
happiness.

   "Well, what d'you reckon?" she asked as she opened the front door,
"Still as nice as you remember?"

   "Incredible!" I mouthed, "This is going to be fantastic!"

   "Better," said Andy, "It's hard to realise that we're going to live here
now."

   "Like being on holiday all the time!" said Sarah, "My bikini's going to
get so much sun on it!"

   Mum laughed happily too, probably as relieved to have completed the
journey as anything and she extended her arms to us.  She embraced and
kissed the twins then held me.

   "You, young man, are going to have to help me a lot," she said, "We're
here on our own now and I'm going to have to rely on your help, so don't go
rushing off to the beach all the time."

   Her arm pulled me to her side and squeezed me, her generous breasts a
warm and comfy pillow for my arm; almost like some recompense for the work
to come.

   "Of course I'll help - you know I will, Mum," I said, "It's still going
to be wonderful though."

   We turned together and kissed lips to lips, a friendly warm happy kiss
that just made me love Mum all the more.

   "I'll make it up to you," said Mum mysteriously, her voice soft and
erotic, "You won't feel left out."

   I smiled uncertainly and then with a final quick kiss we separated.  I
turned away and walked to the back of the van while the other two kids
disappeared into the house.

   "Come on - let's get the stuff done then," I called out in an effort to
hide my emotions, "All hands to the pump!"

   And as I spoke I realised that my cock had deflated entirely, much to my
great relief.

   With nothing huge to shift Mum was able to stand aside and direct us as
we carted items of furniture and box after box of effects to various rooms
and it wasn't until we'd finished unloading that I was able to visualise
how things were arranged, then Mum came with me as I climbed upstairs and
we threaded our way through the minor chaos of boxes, bags and bits on the
landing.  She led the way to the rear of the house and pointed at the two
doors on either side of the bathroom.

   "The twins are having those rooms," she said, thus crushing my plans in
just a few words, "I don't mind which one they have, just so long as they
don't squabble about it!"

   I knew that I'd wanted one of the back bedrooms and had assumed that my
sister would have had the other front room and that way us two boys could
have had some privacy at the back of the house but nevertheless I smiled
amicably at Mum before she grasped my hand and pulled me towards the
biggest bedroom at the front of the house.

   "This one's going to be mine," she said, "I'm having the one with the en
suite and you're going to have the other one at the front; the one next to
mine - and do you know what - there's a door between the two rooms I hadn't
really noticed before."

   "Really?" I replied as I frowned towards the wall, "I didn't notice it
either."

   She pointed at the concealed door, then opened it, revealing 'my' room
beyond.  The door hadn't been entirely obvious because it didn't have a
frame surround and the door itself was covered in matching wallpaper so
that only the handle was visible.

   "I thought that was a cupboard or something - I hadn't realised until
now," she said, "It'll be so useful!"

   "Yes, useful," I echoed, "So I can rush in and save you from spiders and
other nasties, eh?"

   Mum laughed at my innocent remark but she actually seemed to have a
pitying edge on her laughter; a nuance that I lost at the time.

   "It'll be a lot more useful than that," she said mysteriously, "But
we'll come to that later - so many more things to do."

   I 'toured' my allocated bedroom while Mum remained in her own room and
began making new plans for where my bits and pieces would be placed then
realised too that the door was equally well camouflaged from my side.  No
wonder I hadn't noticed it before - but what I did notice now was that it
had no lock, just a basic latch.  I'd have to be very careful when I was
wanking, I realised; perhaps I'd have to make sure of having a chair handy
to block the doorway...

   And then Mum interrupted my thoughts and I was instructed to find the
blow-up Lilo beds and inflate them; then to check that the boxes of clothes
were all in the right rooms and then to come downstairs when I'd finished.

   With no pump, it took me a fair while to inflate the air beds during
which time several thoughts began to meander around my mind, one of which
was decidedly wicked.

   'Why's Mum put me next to her,' I wondered, 'Perhaps it's logical but
it's really annoying.'

   I worked on then found another thought breaking into my toil.

   'And why was she so pleased to find the adjoining door?' I wondered but
found no answer.

   I kept blowing then paused again.

   'Hey, I wonder if I'll be able to see her as she changes or gets
undressed?' I pondered happily.

   I felt the start of some movement in my groin but my thoughts were
relatively feeble as most of my efforts were being put into blowing up the
air beds, especially Mum's big double Lilo.

   I continued to mentally debate Mum's room selection before realising
that her choice had been eminently sensible and potentially even
interesting but then my thoughts were interrupted by a yell from below to
the effect that food was ready.

   The smell of fish 'n' chips seemed to have entered my mind while I'd
been upstairs and I now discovered that Andy had been sent up the village
and had returned as requested with enough food to fill us all and that the
smell was very real.

   "I've done the beds but I haven't finished moving all the boxes yet," I
complained but Mum just waved her hand in dismissal.

   "Leave it," she said, "You've done enough, thanks darling.  We'll finish
doing the rest tomorrow."

   With eager mouths and minds we set about to demolish the calorie filled
meal which we washed down with nice cool fresh water.  And even the water
tasted better down here I realised, as we leaned back against assorted
walls and finished up our first supper in our new home.

   There was a gentle rumble from Andy, then a chuckle from Sarah and
another burp, this time from her.

   "Pigs!" I said contentedly, then discovered that I needed to burp too.

   "Pig yourself!" came the retort as I let the rumble out - but it was all
good-natured stuff and now Mum burped quietly as well and then yawned
prodigiously.

   "Oh gosh, it's been a long day," she said, "Early to bed tonight I
think. Come on kids, let's hit the sack nice and early, then we'll be fit
for a sorting-out day tomorrow.  Anyway, I need to relax..."

   In anticipation of our move, Mum had bought us all sleeping bags and
with the air mattress mine was going to be a very welcome bed but not
everything was going quite as planned as I found as I met Sarah outside the
bathroom, which Andy was already occupying.  In preparation for bed I'd
already stripped down to my Y-fronts and Sarah was only partially dressed
too.

   "I can't find any of my bedclothes," she moaned, "There's a big boxful
somewhere it shouldn't be."

   "Sorry Sarah, I guess it's hardly surprising the odd box is missing," I
said, feeling a bit contrite, "Thought I'd got them all right though."

   "Never mind Chris, can't be helped," she answered as she came closer and
kind of rubbed herself gently against me, "Andy's let me use one of his
t-shirts instead of a nightie and I'm not going to hunt for the box right
now; tomorrow will do."

   My bed may have been beckoning but even to my tired mind and eyes she
looked and felt interesting and I felt my lethargy lifting suddenly.

   Andy's t-shirt was thin and I could easily feel the pressing warmth and
fullness of her breasts against me.  After appreciating the contact I
stepped away for a new look at her and in moments my eyes had scanned her
body thoroughly.

   The shirt wasn't especially baggy on her and now her little nipples
stood out clearly, small nubs of excitement that were just as alluring
covered as they might have been were they uncovered.  They pushed outwards
like fingertips atop her hidden breasts but even hidden they were very
evident and exciting.  I let my eyes wander down her body until they locked
onto her pretty little floral knickers which stood out as beacons of
interest.

   Of course I'd seen her in her knickers before but this exposure seemed
blatant and unexpected somehow and I couldn't help but stare and to add to
my thrill, her obviously curly bush was causing her knickers to be plumped
outwards while small curls of pubic hairs were visible too as they strayed
beyond the material.  I shuddered deliciously before shaking my head and
dragging my eyes away but they would only move back as far as her breasts
and her nipples.  She was swaying slightly and somehow erotically as she
stood there and waited and being a tit and pussy man I was in some kind of
heaven.

   Entirely unbidden I felt my body reacting, my awareness lifting and my
fatigue dropping away as I scanned her from top to toe once again.  I felt
my tongue push between my lips in appreciation and also felt my Y-fronts
beginning to fill out.  My reaction to the growth of my penis was slow and
it was only when Sarah's own eyes sank and locked onto my groin that I
realised that my penis had become so strongly aroused.  My hands clamped
over my growing erection just as Sarah's mouth turned into a big smile, her
eyes widened and her cheeks began to redden.

   "That's naughty, you know that?" she mouthed quietly as her eyes moved
swiftly to mine and then back to my bulge, "You look as if you're just as
hard as you were in the van!"

   I was shocked for a moment or two as her words sank in, then bravado
made me lift my hands away to show off the now lengthy tube that distended
my Y-fronts; displaying myself to her again.

   "Wow!" she said softly, her eyes wide open, "That's so exciting!  I'm
sure that's quite a bit bigger than Andy's too!"

   I managed to shake my head but she'd thrilled me and now my erection was
as strong and solid and long as it had ever been.  My legs were shivering
with emotion and perhaps panic as our little game unfolded and I think I
was about to cover up and move away when Sarah beat me to it.

   Quickly she closed the gap between us and with her breasts now firmly
thrust against my chest her hand grasped and squeezed my cock causing me to
gasp with surprise and pleasure.

   "That feels better than it did in the van.  I'm going to have to get to
know that thing a lot more; a whole lot more actually," she said as her
hand moved smoothly over my length, "As soon as I get a chance."

   I was about to make some suggestion but then we heard Andy moving in the
bathroom and we moved quickly apart, just in time as the door opened and he
stepped out.  To my horror I was about to display my erection to my brother
and all I had the presence of mind to do was to quickly bend down as if to
pick some mote of lint from between my toes, my actions effectively hiding
my arousal and my glowing cheeks from Andy.

   "All yours," he said and Sarah quickly took his place before I had a
chance to recover.

   "Me first!" said Sarah through the door, "Won't be long."

   "Good night Chris," said Andy as he headed towards the back of the
house, "Sleep well."

   "And you," I answered vacantly to his back as I stood up again, my mind
now imagining what was happening behind the closed door of the bathroom.

   I felt my cock jumping even more energetically as my mind's eye saw
Sarah naked.  I could see her as she stripped off, then washing her
delicious tits and fluffy pussy.  I imagined her there, all her sexy bits
on show and I shuddered with wanton excitement at the thought and found
myself squeezing my rigid penis - until suddenly I was interrupted.

   "What are you waiting for?" said Mum as she opened her door and stuck
her head out, "Come and use my bathroom instead."

   "Ah, it's only Sarah - she's in there but no Mum, don't worry," I
spluttered, my concentration suddenly shattered, "I'm all right - I don't
mind waiting."

   Panic set in as I did my best to hide my erection and my heated cheeks,
but Mum didn't seem to notice anything amiss or at least she made no
comment about my condition.

   "She'll be ages, come on, use mine, I've finished," insisted Mum as she
stood there in her doorway in her dressing gown, "You know what she's like;
she'd probably be there all night if she had her way so there's no sense in
you just waiting out there when there's another bathroom you can use."

   Mum stood there waiting and I knew that I'd have to obey.

   "Ok Mum, I'm coming," I said, "Be right with you."

   Mum's head disappeared.  thank heavens.  and somewhat relieved I crossed
the landing towards her door, then I stood there as I gathered myself.  I
knew that my cock was still erect; I knew that my Y-fronts hid nothing, I
knew that my arousal was on show.  I paused outside the door as I tried to
will my cock to go down but instead all that seemed to happen was that my
thoughts made my cock harder, if that was possible.  There was nothing for
it but to let fate decide my world.  I took a final deep breath and then
pushed her door open and stepped into her room to find Mum standing there,
facing me and very obviously waiting for me with a crooked grin on her
face.

   I saw her eyes explore me - then widen suddenly, before finding my own
eyes with her gaze.

   She smiled broadly and licked her lips, making them all shiny and
bright.

   "Don't you look good," she said with a smile, "All those muscles!"

   I puffed out a breath, relieved that she hadn't commented on my penis.

   "Huh," I grunted then yawned, "Tired muscles - anyway you've seen them
before."

   "Ah, but this is different!" she said, "And I can soon make your muscles
feel better again."

   I frowned at her words but Mum ignored my confusion.

   "This is going to be so convenient for me having everything I need right
here," she said sweetly, "There's me in need of a man and you'll be there,
just the other side of the door!"

   "Uhhhh, yes, guess I will be," I muttered, "Useful..."

   Mum pushed her door shut and turned to face me, leaning back on the
door, her silk dressing gown sensual and clinging.  Her body was swaying
slightly, her hips moving slowly back and forwards in a most erotic way
while her hands moved languidly up and down her rib cage beneath her
breasts.

   "So Sarah was hogging the bathroom was she?" she asked and I nodded.

   "I didn't mind waiting," I answered, feeling my cock slowly subsiding,
"It wasn't a problem; I was only going to have a pee and a quick wash.  It
wasn't really Sarah's fault I was stuck out there."

   "I'm glad she was taking her time - can't have a girl smelling all hot
and sweaty, can we?" Mum said, her mouth smiling enormously, her body
movements so very erotic now, "And we can't have you getting all hot under
the collar over your sister instead of helping me!"

   Her lips looked wet and shiny now and her nipples stood out proudly
while her body movements were as hypnotic and alluring as that of a cobra -
except that a cobra never had tits like my Mum.

   I know that my mouth fell open in shock and I know that my penis
responded in the only way it really could, by jumping into full erection
once again.  I saw Mum's eyes drop as if scanning me then lift again and
her smile widen.

   "Sarah's certainly got you going, hasn't she?" said Mum, her voice all
soft and beguiling, "I saw how she was behaving in the van and I'd loved to
have been in her place instead of doing the driving."

   "No, she was just sitting on me - it was easier that way - more space
and all that," I said, still in shock and not really hearing the
implication of her words.

   "A likely story!" replied Mum, "So why were you all red and why were you
whispering to her then - and why did the van smell of sex?"

   "I dunno," I said, lost for sensible words but I was interrupted by Mum
laughing.

   "She was rubbing her bum against your penis, wasn't she, so she got all
hot and I bet you were hard as a rock, wern't you, like you were out on the
landing, like you are now!" she said, "Come on, tell me darling, I won't be
angry."

   My obeisance to Mum caused me to nod my head, confirming that her
thoughts were correct although the shock now caused my cock to deflate
quickly.

   "Good, that's good," said Mum, her face now all smiles, "So what would
happen if I did the same to you?  If I came and rubbed my body against
you?"

   Her hands were now moving over her torso more extensively, smoothing her
dressing gown over her breasts and then down over and between her thighs.

   "I suppose I'd get hard again," I managed to say and an even wider smile
spread across Mum's face.

   "Ohh, that's good, I'd love you to stay all hard for me," she continued
softly, "I'll be very nice to you.  I promised, didn't I?"

   Her body spoke volumes to me now; the tilt of her hips, the way one leg
was now held on one extended foot as if to hook me in.  Her actions were
causing her gown to split open and to reveal her bare leg almost up to her
groin and I felt myself responding eagerly.

   My mouth had also fallen open now - not in shock any more but in aroused
pleasure and excitement and Mum was more active now - her breasts rising
and falling as if under their own control; her substantial nipples now
pushing firmly against the material.  Even her face looked filled with lust
and I realised that her words were more of a demand than a question and
there was no way that I could misinterpret her needs.

   She was the spider and I was falling into her web - not to become a meal
but to become a lover.

   It also seemed now that my heart was pounding in my chest, really making
it's presence known as my imagination blew my mind apart.  Here was my
mother, telling me that she knew of my sister's actions and of my response
and now seductively inviting me to join her, even actually telling me that
she needed me and that she'd 'be very nice to me'.  I knew exactly what
kind of 'nice' I expected and desired, even if it was a complete shock to
hear and see my mother acting this way.  My hidden desires and fantasies
were about to come true, it seemed.

   "What...what do you want me to do?" I managed to ask but Mum was calm
and controlled now.

   "I want you to go and get in the shower," she said, "I thought that's
what you wanted."

   "Yeah but I only wanted a quick wash - anyway you'll be here - you'll
see me," I said, unable to think of anything more intelligent to say at
that moment.

   "Mmmm, I will, won't I?  Then perhaps I'll be able to help you; you
know, scrub your back and so on," she answered, "I think you'd rather enjoy
that."

   She let the implications sink in before adding, "And then you can do my
back too while you're at it."

   If that didn't tell me the story then nothing would.  If I was going to
have a shower then she wanted to wash me and if she wanted me to wash her
then she'd be in the shower with me...and we'd both be naked, wouldn't we!

   Part of me was in shock but another part of me was so very, very excited
and I knew exactly which part that was, just from the way Mum's eyes slid
down my body until they rested on the protrusion that was my renewed
erection.  Her smile widened and she licked her lips.

   "You ready then?" she asked, "Can you be a man for me?"

   As she spoke she loosened the silk belt from around her waist and let
her gown fall slowly open and my mouth fell open too.

   The loosened material now showed me the valley of her cleavage, the
swell of her breasts on either side, her dimpled navel and a small expanse
of dark brown pubic hair.  She lifted one leg further, an action that
pushed the material even wider apart, then turned that leg to one side. 
The entire length of her smooth and trim thigh was now on view, as was a
much more revealing view of her pussy.  Her pubic hairs glowed as if oiled
and a heady aroma of sex began to fill the air around me, mixing with the
sight into a cocktail of delights.  I breathed in deeply, absorbing the
delicious sexual scent, the pheromones in it sending powerful waves of
arousal to my groin.  Almost instantly I felt my cock jerking again and
with only the material of my Y-fronts in the way, it protruded enormously,
pushing the material outwards obscenely.

   I saw Mum lick her lips and swallow, but her smile never left her face.

   Many a time, as I settled down to jerk my cock into submission I'd let a
scenario such as this flood my mind.  The imagined delight of my mother's
perfect body beside me, exposed and ready for me in a way that I'd never
seen her in real life.  In my imagination, remembered glimpses would
appear, visions of her in her swim suit; brief sightings of her in her
underwear through a cracked open door and the fondly remembered occasion
when I'd caught a full two seconds of frontal exposure.

   All those memories would flow strongly through my mind but now, not only
were all those memories there but Mum herself was, in the flesh no less.

   Everything I'd lusted after, everything I'd wanked over was there right
before my eyes and it was all there on show just for me!

   As I gazed in awe Mum shrugged her shoulders and suddenly her gown fell
to the floor, leaving her standing there in the nude.

   "Oh Mummmmm," I gasped, "You're beautiful."

   And she was - a seductive delight, a powerful messenger of sex, exuding
pleasure and lust from top to toe.  A woman whose breasts were still full
and upstanding, whose waist was still trim and pretty, whose hips looked
strong and eager, whose fuzz-covered sex now thrust towards me.

   "I know I am, darling," she breathed, "But I'm frustrated and I'm hungry
for love; can you help me?  Come on, get undressed for me."

   I may have been young but at least I'd had some experience with women. I
knew the ropes - I wasn't entirely green.  But Mum was on a different level
to those girls of my past - she was a ripe, fully-formed fruit, rich and
heady and might even prove to be too much for me.  But I was willing to try
and even if my mind was dubious, my cock was entirely certain of it's
ability to please and fulfil her.

   With sudden urgency my Y-fronts were off and as I stepped out of them,
then stood upright again Mum was there close beside me, checking me over
intently.

   "Mmmm, you'll do!" she said as her hand grasped then stroked my cock
firmly, "And it's so nice to see how eager you are!"

   My penis was a solid rod in her hand, throbbing with my swelling heart,
glowing with health and precum.  I looked down to see her slide my foreskin
back to reveal my glistening knob then watched as she stroked my shaft with
her soft, warm, gentle hand.  My seven inches or so of hot steely flesh
really looked at it's best right now.

   And then Mum's hand was grasping mine and pulling me towards her
bathroom and to the shower where she stepped into the cubicle just ahead of
me.  I stood there as she adjusted the water, only to find her backing onto
my cock once she'd got the shower to the right temperature.  My penis slid
over her smooth round arse before she reached behind herself, grasped my
penis, pushed it downwards and let it slide into the cleft between her
legs.

   "Oooh yesss," she breathed as her legs clamped my penis in place,
"That's perfect - that's going to feel so wonderful."

   Her hands pulled me against her and the warmth of her arse just served
to stir my cock even more as she leaned back against me.  I just had to
thrust my cock forward, feeling the wet folds of slippery pussy against it
and the slight roughness of her pubic hair too.  Already any concerns about
the illegality of our actions had departed - all I knew was that my cock
was right up against the sexy pussy of a lovely sexy woman and that almost
without a doubt I was going to make love to her.

   But then Mum stepped away and turned around before holding up her arms
to welcome me.  We hugged briefly, my erection squashed deliciously between
us, then she pushed us apart as she prepared us for our shower.

   It was a fairly tight squeeze but there was sufficient space for us to
manoeuvre and for Mum to hand me the soap and a flannel with instructions
to 'do my back'.  I set to with a will, delighting in the soft, smooth
skin, in the pale swim suit strap marks and in the shape of her back as it
tapered to her waist and then to the swell of her hips.  More than that
there was the ease with which my hands were able and allowed to wander
around to stroke the sides of her breasts or to drop onto the swell of her
arse and to luxuriate in the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her
flesh.  I hardly knew where to touch, so delightful was her entire body.

   I was hard as a rock, my jutting member a constant nuisance as it kept
catching against Mum's hip or hand or arse.

   "Put it away," murmured Mum with a chuckle as she caressed it, "We'll
deal with that later."

   "I can't help it," I admitted but Mum merely gave my cock an extra
stroke and leaned closer to kiss me.

   "I know darling, I'm not complaining really," she conceded, "But let's
get clean first."

   Soon she was soaped and scrubbed, then she turned around to let the
water cascade over her back.

   "Ahhhh, that was nice," she murmured, as the water now poured down over
her proud breasts, "Come on then, now my front!"

   The flannel was still good and soapy but while it was ready I was more
reserved, hardly knowing where to start.  I'd applied sun lotion to her
back, her legs and her arms in the past but I'd never before been allowed
to wander over her front as I was now encouraged to do.  Thank heavens
therefore that Mum was more relaxed.

   Her hands took mine and moved them to the tops of her breasts where she
pressed them against her gently heaving flesh.  One of my hands was holding
the flannel while the other was on her bare flesh and I could feel my heart
pounding with excitement.

   "Oh come on, forget the flannel," said Mum after a few moments, "Just
use your hands."

   My heart beat that much faster as Mum now pulled my hands downwards
until they were over her proud nipples.

   "Don't just stand there, rub them, squeeze them," she said quietly,
"Play with me, get me worked up, lover boy."

   She laughed lightly yet erotically, her intimate words relaxing me
immensely.

   "Actually I'm already so worked up that I could - oh God, I could just
take you right now," she sighed, "Play with my tits first, then wash my
pussy, then I'll do you and then..."

   Already she was more exciting and animated than I'd ever seen her and
when I succeeded in making my trembling fingers gently roll and squeeze her
fine upstanding nipples she began shuddering and breathing faster as well.

   "Oh please, more, harder," she pleaded, "Ooooh yes, yes, like that - oh
Chris, keep going."

   Now I'd started, my initial panic was settling down and on seeing Mum's
response I found myself starting to enjoy our interaction, able now to
notice Mum's responses, to distinguish between pain and pleasure, even
between lust and love.  And my delight rose higher as Mum's hand found my
cock again and held it, her fingers sending animalistic messages to my
brain.

   She pulled me towards her and, using her hand, she rubbed my cock up and
down her pussy, the roughness of her pubes as exciting as the slipperiness
of her pussy itself.  Then I felt the pressure of her lips on my penis as
it slid up and down her cleft and I had to prevent myself from thrusting
into her.

   "Oh Chris, hurry up and finish me; then I can do you and we can get
started," she said, her words uttered close to my ear, "I need you tonight
- need you so much."

   The thought of having sex with her was the culmination of my wildest
fantasies and despite the depravity of the situation I was as eager as any
Lothario, practically desperate to get to sink my cock into a pussy and
especially into my mother's.

   "Oooh Mum, I love you," I moaned as my hands explored and spread soapy
bubbles over Mum's delightful tits, "You're so...so..."

   "Sexy?" she asked, her eyes twinkling and her voice all seductive, "I
hope so!  I do hope so!"

   Her body squirmed against my hands as she guided them from her breasts,
downwards to stroke her tummy and then to rub suds over the little bush
between her legs.

   "Ohhh darling, hurry up," she moaned as her hands pressed my fingers
into her pussy, "Come on - do the rest of me too, quickly now."

   Reluctantly leaving her pussy I rubbed soapy foam everywhere until Mum
pronounced herself to be cleansed and then she started on me instead,
firmly rubbing my chest and arse and back before sinking to her knees to
deal with my legs.  I looked down on my mother from above and watched with
undisguised delight as she worked her way up to soap my jutting cock and my
balls.

   "Don't want to damage this lovely specimen," she said, her fantastic
unfettered cleavage swaying gently, "It's going to feel so perfect when it
gets inside me!"

   I was so worked up by now that, depraved as the thought might be, the
idea of having sex with my mother was now going to be the perfect end to
the day.  With a heavy load of spunk in store I would probably have had a
wank before I slept but now, even that pleasure was to be eclipsed, it
seemed.

   And then Mum interrupted my daydreams as she directed the shower over
us, washing away the soap suds quickly and efficiently until she stood back
a bit.

   "You'll do," she said and then a moment later she bent down.

   A few seconds later and her warm soft mouth engulfed my knob, my
imagination believing that she was taking me almost to the root.

   I nearly jumped away in shock but instead I felt my hips push my cock at
her, so much so that she quickly lifted away.

   "Careful with that thing," she said, "I'm not very good at sucking...I'm
out of practice.  I'm still good at other things though!"

   "Wow!" was all I could muster once I'd recovered from her oral assault,
"That was...was..."

   "Nice?" she asked, her eyes twinkling once again, "We haven't got
started yet!"

   And then she was turning off the water and ushering me onto the mat
before wrapping me in a big towel and draping another one around herself.

   "Let's get nice and dry and cosy and then we can go and lie down, ok?"
she said, "And then we can find out if you're a man yet."

   "You really mean we're going to have sex?" I spluttered, still in some
degree of shock, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that..."

   "It's just that we're mother and son, isn't it darling?" she said, "So
just pretend that I'm one of your girlfriends - I'm sure you'd know what to
do with her!"

   I felt my cock jump with excitement and eagerness as the bare facts were
revealed, just as Mum was now revealing her washed and perfect body.

   "You don't mind, do you?" she asked almost conversationally as she dried
between her legs, "Only without your dad I haven't been getting any sex at
all and it's been terrible to see you two lads and not be able to do
anything."

   Mum rubbed the towel over and around her firm breasts, then slid her
hands seductively all over them.

   "But now that we're here on our own," she said, "And now that you're all
grown up it's going to be so much fun."

   "Definitely going to be fun!" I enthused, as my sexual needs asserted
themselves.

   "Mmmm, it'll be even more fun if we can all get to know each other too,"
Mum continued as she finished drying herself.

   "Honest?" I heard myself asking, "Did you mean 'us' as in 'all of us'?

   Mum closed the small gap between us and let her naked body nestle
against mine like a supple snake.  The press of her tits was superb, the
cool, gentle softness of her belly was incredible and the wiry stroke of
her pubes against my cock was entirely arousing and I tried to get my hands
involved but Mum now pushed me away gently.

   "Well yes, that's what I meant but we'll start with you and your lovely
cock," she answered as her hand played over my instrument, "Come on then,
let's get to bed."

   Her warm soft hand held my penis and pulled me from the bathroom to the
bedroom.

   "Anyway, why not?" Mum continued, "I don't think that it's just you and
I who are horny."

   She stopped and winked at me, then continued.

   "I wouldn't be at all surprised if Andy and Sarah are having their own
bit of fun right now!" she said, "I hope they are, it'll keep them busy
while we enjoy ourselves!"

   The idea of my siblings having sex together hadn't really been developed
in my mind until now but suddenly it made sense.  The action in the van was
just a taste of sex and proof that Sarah already knew a fair bit about
Andy.

   They were twins - they knew each other better than even Mum and I did,
so why wouldn't they be willing to explore?  But then Sarah had also
indicated her interest in me and in that moment it finally dawned on me
that this household was about to become a whole lot closer and a lot more
friendly too!

   But my consideration of their actions was now superseded by Mum who
suddenly left me by myself as she headed back to the bathroom.  Moments
later and the sound of her peeing reached my ears, reminding me that I too
needed a leak.  And then we were exchanging places and it was my turn to
empty my bladder, an action that took some doing because my penis was still
as hard as a rock and even after I'd peed it jerked to attention again, my
desire for sex as strong as ever.

   Upon my return to the bedroom Mum was already reclining on the air bed,
her double sleeping bag spread out over it.  She lay there partially on her
side; her heavy breasts hanging downwards, her upper body supported on one
elbow while one leg was crooked and raised as if to present her mound of
pubic delights to me.

   "Come on Chris, hurry up, I don't want to get cold," she said as she
beckoned me and soon I was kneeling on the bed beside her.

   "What do I do?" I asked, not so sure of myself now but Mum had it
covered.

   "Oh come on, you know what to do with a woman, don't you?  Just come and
lie down here," she said, stroking the bed beside her, "Then we can play
for a bit and do some exploring, before we get going properly."

   Butterflies were now rampant inside me as I settled down beside her. 
This was new territory and so frightening that I felt my hard-on easing
down.  She was an experienced woman and I was soon going to discover just
how much or how little I knew about sex.

   "Give me your hand," said Mum as she rolled over onto her back, "Put it
here, then just slide it downwards - gently - and then use your fingers and
your imagination."

   Her hand placed mine on her belly just above her pubic hair - then left
me to it.  Slowly and rather tentatively I began to explore, feeling the
softness of her abdomen and then the springy wiriness of her pubes. 
Embolden I lifted my hand away and placed it below her pussy, my fingers
now touching the inner sides of her thighs on either side.  Her skin was so
soft there - and so responsive.  Instantly I felt her hips jerk to my touch
and Mum sucked in a long breath at the moment of contact.  I let my fingers
stroke right up over her pussy until I found her pubes again, then I
continued to move, downwards again, letting one finger press gently against
her lips, sliding softly until I found the protruding nub of warm flesh
that was her clitoris.  Mum gasped quietly as I touched her clit and I felt
my penis lifted once again, jerking into solid, excited, almost frantic
erection.

   "There, right there," hissed Mum as my fingers explored her clit, "Push
down - put your fingers on either side of it."

   It was wonderfully warm there and slightly damp too and as my fingers
probed so her hips kept quivering and pushing against me, urging me on,
encouraging me with her urgent need.

   "Yessss," she breathed, "Ooooh Chris, that's nice - right there - stay
there."

   Two of my fingers were sliding on either side of her clit, gently
rubbing her flesh in small movements up and down.  I could feel the rubbery
hardness of her clit and felt the way that my movements were stimulating my
mother's body.

   Entirely aroused now I was beginning to feel a little more at home, a
little more sure of my actions and eager to please Mum I worked my fingers
around her shivering, gently moving pussy.

   "Mmmmmm, don't stop," she breathed deliciously and as I softly stroked
her, Mum provided just the extra stimulus I needed by reaching for my cock.
Her soft hand enveloped it, then began to masturbate me slowly, sliding my
skin up and down my shaft, softly caressing my knob, smoothly spreading my
oozing precum over my entire penis but then hardly had she started to play
with me I had to stop her movements for fear of her setting me off
uncontrollably.

   I concentrated all my attention on just stroking Mum's delightful pussy
and although I was gentle and careful, I seemed to be doing the right
thing.

   "Ooooh, feel me," said Mum somewhat mysteriously considering that I was
doing just that, "You're getting me all hot darling."

   Then her hand landed on mine and pushed my fingers away from her clit
and towards her valley itself before merely resting on my fingers, guiding
me gently.  My two fingers slid over her hot hairy lips, feeling the way
they fitted together so perfectly but then aided by a gentle push from Mum,
one fingertip slipped deeper between her lips.  Almost immediately it
seemed, her whole pussy opened to me as my finger unleashed a warm slippery
gush of lubrication.

   "Oooohh Chris, yessss," Mum sighed, her hand lifting from mine, "You've
made me wet, so damn wet!"

   Mum's words released me, let my worries suddenly fall away.  No longer
was I exploring timidly; suddenly I was no longer the shy boy with his new
girl and in that instant I felt free to enjoy her body now, welcomed and
needed.

   My slippery fingers probed and slid into Mum's liquid pussy, discovering
her vaginal opening, feeling the heat in the depths of her cleft and
absorbing the scent of her heated sex before moving back up and over her
clit once more, twirling over and around that nub of flesh that was now so
incredibly slippery.  It stood now, erect and enlarged, protruding clear of
her body as I stimulated and rubbed it before I let my fingers slide down
again through the ever-spreading swamp of her pussy.

   Every movement of mine made Mum sigh or gasp or perhaps thrust her pussy
at my hand.  I returned my attention to her clit but it too had seemingly
become even more sensitive and my touch caused Mum to grip my cock tightly.

   "No, no more there, no don't," she said, pushing me away from her.

   "Where now?" I asked, my hand poised and ready.

   "Here darling, I need you here," she said quietly, her fingers pointing
at her vagina, "That's enough of that - I want you properly now."

   Emboldened by my throbbing cock I got up onto my knees and as I did so,
Mum lay back again and began spreading her legs.  Her pussy opened before
me, a tropical fruit, ripe, delicious and pungently scented, hot and ready
to enjoy.  I knew little of the delights of oral sex so I had no plans to
go down on her - all I knew was that my cock and her pussy were going to
give me all the pleasures I needed.

   On my knees I lifted my legs over hers and knelt there, poised between
her parted thighs, my penis now positively glowing with anticipation and
lust.  All I had to do was to lower myself and I just knew that my cock
would sink right into my mother's lusting hole.

   "You sure?" I asked as if uncertain of my rights but Mum was in no
doubt.

   "Of course I'm sure - I wouldn't have you here if I wasn't sure. 
Anyway, I need you so much now that I just don't give a damn anyway!" she
said, "Come on, please Chris, don't stop now."

   "Wasn't going to," I replied, before quickly finding an excuse for my
hesitation, "I was just getting ready..."

   "You'd better be ready," said Mum, "Please Chris, just put it in!"

   "I haven't got a...um..." I said, but Mum was far too needy.

   "A what?  Oh, one of those rubbers - oh so what!  Forget it - I just
want you now - in me," she cried, "Come on!"

   I leaned forward until I could support myself on one hand and found that
my other hand now rested on Mum's ribcage and once settled I looked down my
body between us to see the protrusion of my cock as it stuck out just
inches from Mum's body.  I looked back up at Mum's face and she smiled
broadly, pursed her lips to blow me a kiss and then her hand found my cock
once more.

   It was my turn to gasp now as her touch excited me again but she was
only holding me to guide me into place and now was the moment of truth.  I
was about to insert my cock into my mother's vagina; about to commit
incest; about to have sex with her.

   The shockwave as my penis touched her skin was enormous; strong enough
to send a shudder of excitement all through my body and I gasped with
delight.  But it was also strong enough to cause my hips to thrust, an
action that I hardly managed to temper, such was the thrill but even in
that moment, my cock had slid way inside my mother's body and all but
disappeared into that hot and wet place!

   "Ahhh, not so quick!" gasped Mum as our bodies met and as her hands
pushed me upwards again.

   "Sorry, sorry Mum," I muttered as my errant penis shot back into the
open air, "Didn't mean to - not all at once like that!"

   "No darling, it's my fault really - I'm so open for you and so wet but
it was just a shock," she said, "Try again, but take it easy this time."

   "I said I was sorry Mum," I said, apologising again, "It just sort of
jumped; my hips jerked and it slid in..."

   Poised above her again I gave Mum a weak smile of apology but she smiled
back happily enough.

   "I'm ok.  It was just so sudden and you stretched me," she said, her
voice and hands caressing me, "You're not a little boy, you know."

   More sure of myself now I used one hand to guide my slippery cock until
the tip nestled in her hole again, just resting there, absorbing her
wonderful juices and her warmth while my body trembled with anticipation,
tension and something akin to fear.

   Then slowly I eased myself downwards and this time instead of a cry of
distress, Mum just closed her eyes and smiled broadly.

   "Oh Chris, that's better, so much better," she sighed contentedly, "Ohh,
you just don't know how much I've needed this, how long I've been waiting
for it."

   Her vagina was now tightly holding my cock; holding it in a loving hot
embrace, just as her arms were now doing to me.  Her warm lips searched and
found mine and she kissed me wetly and deliciously, the kiss of a lover.  I
found myself responding now, returning her kiss ardently and certainly with
far more passion than I'd ever used before while kissing my mother because
the kissing was so different this time; far more sexy and lusty, far more
intimate and erotic and lasting far, far longer than our kisses had ever
lasted...but finally we broke off to breathe more freely.

   "Oh darling, that was lovely, so lovely," Mum sighed, her body now
moving snake-like under me, "My goodness, where on earth did you learn to
kiss so well?"

   I shrugged my shoulders because there was no real answer - my kissing
had merely responded to her passion - without her exotic heat the kiss
would have been no more than a typical son and mother kiss, I guessed.

   I had no time to answer anyway because our kiss seemed to have set Mum
off and the heat and passion from her lips seemed to have spread to her
pussy.  Her hips had begun working at me, thrusting up at my deeply seated
cock and then almost sucking my cock from me - squeezing my cock and then
letting it slip through her wet folds - caressing it with muscular
contractions and then pushing it outwards.  She was masturbating me with
her pussy, with her vagina, so effectively that I suddenly discovered that
I was on the brink of exploding.  What might have taken me five minutes by
hand had taken her no more than a minute or so.

   "Oh God, Mum, Mum, I think I'm gonna cum," I said, my voice unsteady and
a bit squeaky, "I am - oh Mum - I am!"

   "Let it go," answered Mum quickly and readily, "You were always going to
shoot off quickly the first time."

   My body was out of my control now, driving my penis into her body with
an uncontrollable motion designed only to facilitate the eruption of my
spunk.  All my senses were now at the tip of my penis as the sensitive
tissue slid urgently into my mother's depths.  Faster and faster my hips
worked until the final shuddering flurry of action, then came a frozen
moment in time and a sudden gasp from me.

   "Ohhh Mum - uuuughhh!  Uuuughhh - oh God, yeah!" I grunted as my penis
repeatedly spat out it's contents.

   Deep inside her body floods of hot sperm now gushed, drenching my
mother's vagina, splashing against her cervix, seeping into her womb
itself, overflowing now around my penis shaft and wetting her outer lips.

   Briefly I looked down between us and saw the result; my penis
substantially embedded inside my mother, my abdomen jerking as waves of
muscular contractions drove my spunk from my body.  I let my body sink down
again, pushing my cock deeper into my mother until our pubes enmeshed.

   I lifted up again and now could see globules and splatters of cum and
other juices clinging to our pubes as my offering overfilled Mum's vagina
and overflowed, then I lowered myself again to rest against my mother's
incredible body.

   For a short while I just stayed still as I gathered my senses and
breath, my penis just slowly moving in and out - small movements that were
all I could offer while Mum's gentle hands stroked my back.

   Slowly I lifted my eyes and looked at Mum again and saw to my relief
that she was smiling broadly.

   "Sorry Mum," I said contritely as I pushed myself away, not far enough
to dislodge my penis but far enough to allow some cooling air between us,
"I just couldn't stop."

   "I told you not to worry darling and gosh, just look at all that stuff,"
she said as her fingers explored, "You must have been saving that for
ages!"

   "Was a lot, wasn't it?" I replied, surprised at my own output, "It's
gone everywhere."

   Mum smiled again and raised her hand from her pussy; a hand that was now
bedecked with glistening juices and blobs of cum.

   "Just as well I've got a towel then, isn't it?" she answered as she
reached beside the air bed, "Lift up - take it out and I'll clean us up a
bit."

   I watched as my penis slid from Mum's vagina, a hole that now seemed to
glow redly under the thick deposit of creamy white cum.  A long looping
string of cum joined my cock and her pussy for a while before it broke and
before Mum spread the towel over her groin.

   I poised above her, my cock still erect and trailing a gelid icicle of
spunk until Mum lifted an end of the towel and cleaned it off.  I shuddered
at her touch; my cock was still very, very sensitive.

   And then Mum was done and patted the bed beside her.

   "Come on, come here darling, you haven't finished yet!" she said, her
wicked smile even broader, it seemed, "That's got your first load out of
the way; you'll last longer this time."

   With that she reached across and took hold of my penis once more and
squeezed it gently.

   "Ahh, lovely, you're still quite hard," she said, "That's one of the
wonderful things about youth."

   Then she rolled onto her knees and sat there before swivelling around,
leaning over me while supporting herself on one arm, then lowering herself
until her hanging breasts rested against me.  I could feel the hardness of
her nipples on my stomach and then the softness of her lips around my
penis.

   "Mmmm, you taste nice," she said, her voice somewhat indistinct, "I want
you good and strong for me."

   I had to shut my eyes, such was the pleasure of her mouth around my
cock, while her head bobbed up and down, squashing her delicious breasts
against me until she lifted up and looked back at me.

   "I think you're ready for round two," she said, "Now it's my turn
again."

   Mum was a flurry of activity now as she changed places with me, now
straddling me, her face and body aglow with a sheen of sweat and juices.

   "Stay there," she commanded, "I want to do the work."

   Then she was holding my cock and lowering her pussy to meet it - and
then we were touching and then I was inside her once again, my cock sliding
easily on a bed of my earlier cum and Mum's copious fluids.

   "Yessss," she hissed as her buttocks settled onto my thighs, "That's so
deep, ohhh Chris, that feels perfectly incredible!"

   Her hips were slowly in motion now, rolling and lifting, quivering and
falling, jerking and soothing as she worked her pussy against my penis. 
Her internal muscles were busy once again, caressing and tightening,
grasping and loosening around my cock, even tickling the tip of my penis or
so it felt and gradually our movements became more energetic and stronger.

   Occasionally my muscles jerked and I thrust upwards against Mum's body,
driving my cock even deeper into her, bringing forth happy and contented
cries and gasps but it was Mum who was moving the most as she worked
herself off on my cock.  Time and time again she rose and fell, jerked and
quivered until the beads of sweat were sliding down her bouncing breasts
and her tensed torso, the moisture splashing on her thighs and onto me but
her time was quickly running out.

   "Oh goodness, I'm...I'm...I'm getting there, I'm nearly there, oh
heavens, I'm almost there!" she gasped through a flurry of sudden
movements, "Put your hands up here - touch me, quick!"

   It was obvious what she wanted and my hands found her breasts and closed
in on her nipples in moments.

   "Yessss, pinch them, squeeze me!" she panted, "Make me cum!  Oh Chris,
yesss!"

   Her already lovely nipples seemed that much larger now, plump
raspberries almost but even more resilient.  They rolled between my fingers
and thumbs, each twist seemingly causing Mum's vagina to squeeze my cock
anew.

   "Lovely - wonderful, don't stop lover," Mum panted, her body and vagina
in constant motion, "I'm going to cum, going to cum!"

   With a rapid mixture of movements Mum impaled herself even more firmly
on my cock; every part of her seeming to suck me into her body, to suck the
spunk from me.  Everything had tightened; even her legs were gripping my
hips with force as she literally screwed herself onto my rigid erection, an
erection that I managed to keep thrusting upwards just as Mum drove
downwards.  I could feel the firm flesh of her cervix against my knob each
time our thrusts combined and I knew that I wouldn't last much longer, even
this, the second time around.

   Mum seemed to be holding herself from coming, prolonging her build-up.
She was panting and sweating and glowing and quivering - and then, at the
moment she chose she was coming!

   "Ohhhhh yesss, yesss!" she howled, her voice suddenly muted as she
realised who else might hear her, her body writhing furiously on my penis,
"Oh God - yesss - oh Chris, it's huge!"

   And at that moment I knew that she was bringing me off too.

   "Yess Mum - I'm coming too!" I gasped, words that only served to raise
her level of excitement, it seemed.

   In a sudden and frantic flurry of limbs and juices Mum pounded her pussy
down onto my throbbing, gushing, thrusting cock; her tight hole tearing at
me, wrenching the cum from my penis, almost tearing my cock from my body.

   "Oh my - oh Chris," she gasped, "I can't stop - can't stop!"

   Her wild orgasmic jerking and shaking went on and on - uncontrollably
perhaps, but even as she writhed in her delicious agony, she had her hand
at her clit, her fingers flying over her flesh, stirring her to even
greater heights.

   Inside her my cock was pouring out spunk again - it felt as if I was
emptying gallons inside her.  Each time she pushed down I seemed to push up
and with each stroke it felt as if another jet of cum was being produced,
to flood into her vagina.  Most certainly there was enough to overflow and
to coat the surrounds to my cock with splattered cum and most certainly
there was enough to lubricate her hot, slippery hole anew - so thoroughly
that eventually I could feel almost no friction but it no longer mattered.

   Mum had come to a slow but final juddering climax and was now resting
firmly on my groin.  Inside her, waves of soft caresses seemed to soothe my
penis while on the outside Mum's body quivered occasionally as residual
thrills fired nerve endings at random - and then all was still.

   Mum looked down at me from a reddened face, a face full of happiness and
pleasure though.

   "Wonderful!" she breathed, her pussy giving my cock some last small
squeezes, "That was just what I needed - absolutely perfect!"

   "Bloody hell Mum, you were good too!" I enthused, as I stroked her firm
breasts, "Never thought we'd do this though."

   "Nor did I until about a year or so ago but then I saw you in the
shower," she said, "No you didn't see me but you were playing with your
thingy and you were all long and hard and I think I decided there and then
that I'd have you one day."

   She leaned forward and kissed me, her heavy breasts sticky and warm
against my chest, before sitting more upright again.

   "Anyway, since I've just taken you away from all your girlfriends by
moving down here I guessed that you'd welcome some home comforts!" she said
with a chuckle, "And I was right, wasn't I?"

   I nodded almost unintentionally.  I didn't really want her to think that
I'd been lusting after her and yet, why not?

   "I've always fancied you," I said, "You were my dream woman really; you
and your lovely boobs and your super figure.  And you always seemed so sexy
to me and after we lost dad I wanted to comfort you so much."

   Mum's hands stroked my face, then ran down my chest.

   "I would have loved that," she said dreamily, "But perhaps we were right
to wait until we were in our new home because before, up there, it was like
your dad was in charge, but down here it'll be you and me."

   Her vagina squeezed my cock once again, almost pushing it out of her
hole.

   "Oops," said Mum, "Think you're getting all soft now - hardly
surprising, is it?"

   "I could cum again if you want - I'll try," I said, willing if not
entirely sure if I could go another round, but Mum was content and replete.

   "No darling - twice is enough for tonight," she said, "There's always
another time."

   That very thought made a tremor of excitement stir my cock and my
movement was answered by another squeeze but Mum was right - twice was all
we needed; after that it would be more work and less pleasure.

   And then Mum was lifting off me, allowing my cock to slip from her
sticky hole.  It flopped onto my chest, a sticky pink fat worm all covered
in juices and cum.  A big blob of cum splatted down onto my abdomen beside
my cock as Mum stood up, then she had her hand over her pussy and stepped
away, leaving me lying there, shaken and thrilled - and worn out.

   "Going to have another quick shower," said Mum, as she dropped the
sticky towel onto my abdomen, "Coming?"

   I didn't really want to move, to be honest.  The scent of our
love-making was strong in the juices on my body and I wanted them to
remain; to allow my body heat to waft the hot sexy smell to my nose and to
my brain.  I wanted to be able to relive that incredible experience in my
mind.  I wanted the scent to remain for days as I masturbated over and over
again but then I certainly needed to clean up too and then I suddenly
remembered; Mum had said that there'd be other times!

   With that I was galvanised into action, leaping upright and striding
quickly to follow Mum as her pert behind disappeared into the en suite
bathroom and soon we were under the spray of warm water and the cleansing
power of scented soap suds once again.  With childish delight we played
under the water, Mum as playful as a puppy until finally she pronounced us
clean, turned the shower off and stepped onto the mat to dry herself off.
There I joined her to dry myself but I could hardly concentrate as Mum's
proud breasts swayed and shook before me, as she lifted each one to dry
underneath and then as she parted her legs and dried her pussy.

   "You've made it all red," she said as she inspected her folds, "One day
you're going to have to kiss it better!"

   In an instant my cock was rising again but Mum, after a quick feel, told
me to put it away.

   "No more, not tonight," she said, "This is just the start if I have my
way.  Save it for tomorrow."

   A few more minutes and Mum was donning her little nightdress - a garment
that was more for decoration than to hide anything really and a garment
that I'd never seen before, and then with a kiss she pushed me through my
door and towards my own bed.

   "Love you Chris," she said as she blew me another kiss, "More than
ever."

   "And you Mum," I replied, "Thank you and wow.  I'm going to sleep so
well tonight."

   Somewhat reluctantly I let her close the interconnecting door before
sinking to my own blow-job - my air bed.  I let the connecting similarity
swirl around in my brain as I attempted to find a witty response to myself,
before giving up and slumping mentally and physically.

   My penis still stood there though, angled towards my head as I gazed
down my body and my hands moved almost of their own volition to surround
it. I was in two minds - to be content with what I'd had or to jerk another
load of cum from my balls.  Slowly but compulsively my hands moved around
on my penis before I realised that there was no way that I could let go now
without finishing the job.

   I sighed to myself as my hand began to rub faster and harder up and down
my shaft, jerking me towards another orgasm.

   I shut my eyes and remembered the sight of my mother as she rode me; my
mother as she opened up to my driving, pounding, thrusting cock - as I
remembered the feeling of unloading deep inside her pussy; the way her body
squeezed and pulled at my cock.

   I was panting now as I worked away and inside a couple of minutes I was
already close even after coming twice with Mum but this was different,
almost an entirely new set of sensations.  I was gripping my own penis,
sliding my foreskin up and down, feeling the slight tenderness of my skin
after so much activity and it was good, so good - so brilliantly good - too
good.

   "Ahhh!" I gasped quietly as my penis sprayed my chest with several wet
offerings, "Ooooh yesss, yesss!"

   And now I slumped entirely spent; everything limp and replete.  Even my
breathing was gentle if deep before I recovered enough to stretch out, grab
my t-shirt and wipe my chest and cock with it.  Dried sufficiently to be
comfortable, I dumped the garment by the bed - then remembered that I
needed to stand up to turn off the light.

   "Must find my bedside light tomorrow," I muttered as I collapsed again -
this time to sleep almost immediately, with happy dreams of Mum's
delectable body filling my mind.



   to be continued....


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