MY SISTER, MY DAUGHTER?

Howard opened his eyes gingerly, his throbbing head not helped by the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the partially open curtains. His mouth was dry and tasted like a whore's armpit and his breath probably smelt worse than that he thought as through squinting eyes he tried to work out where he was.

He had been to a birthday party last night with Joanne, coerced to go as her 'plus one,' even though he knew none of the other guests. The birthday girl had been someone she worked with, and Joanne's initial invitation was for about a dozen of them to go out for a meal. Unfortunately, the number of drinks they had consumed soon made the suggestion, of then continuing to a nightclub, sound like a good idea.

By the time he and Joanne decided to walk home, both of them were wasted, Joanne hanging on to his arm for dear life as they staggered along. A taxi would have got them to the house in less than ten minutes, sober he could have walked it in fifteen, as it was it took them nearly forty minutes to make the journey.

Keeping his eyes closed against the light and gently rubbing his temples, he began to recall little bits of the previous evening. He should have stayed on the bottles of beer he thought, instead of changing to glasses of vodka and coke which slid down so easily until the balmy air of the summers evening hit him like a hammer when they left at the end of the night.

Their conversation as they walked consisted of the usual rubbish that drunks tended to sprout, half of it incoherent until they got onto the topic of relationships. Neither of them currently had a partner to speak of and Joanne had joked that they should perhaps pretend that they had just 'pulled' each other. Their banter went back and forward, each of them trying to outdo the other with compliments or off the cuff remarks.

When Howard had pulled her into a shop doorway and threatened to kiss her, the both of them had shrieked with laughter, five minutes later when she had pulled him into a doorway and had actually gone through with it, he had been left stunned. The kiss had been different, it had been sensuous and arousing, feeling strange for him to be kissing someone older than he was.

Their nonsense hadn't stopped when they got home, he suddenly remembered, this time he had kissed her as she surprisingly started to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her hands wriggling inside as she ran them over his chest and tweaked his nipples. He, of course, had retaliated, his hand cupping her breast as he marvelled at the feel and shape of it, gently squeezing and rubbing at where he expected her nipple to be.

There had been a long pause as they stared into each other's eyes, gauging if the other was thinking the same thing and then together, they had ascended the wooden hill to her bedroom. When she had undressed, he had marvelled at how good she looked, her figure still sexy and alluring, as he stripped off, her hands had been all over him until finally, they were both naked as he eased her across to the bed.

Her vagina had already been moist, his erection slipping into her with ease. To begin with, they had both been tender in their touching and kissing, but as their arousal escalated, the pure excitement of what they were doing took over as she urged him to shag her faster and harder. Howards cock pounded her fanny, his hands abusing her succulent breasts as their mouths ground together, tongues exploring each other as their lovemaking became more akin to rutting animals.

When Joanne had strained and writhed beneath him as she orgasmed, he had filled her pussy with his cream, pummelling her vagina with a pent-up lust which he was trying his best to expel.

'Oh, my fuck,' Howard thought to himself, as he came to realise what he had done. He opened his eyes and looked around, this wasn't his bedroom, this was Joanne's bedroom. He swivelled his head, staring at the naked back of the woman laid next to him and still sleeping.

'What the fucking hell have we done?' Howard was aghast as he continued to stare at Joanne, letting the realisation sink in that he'd had sex and slept with his mother.

Sneaking from her bed, he opened and closed her bedroom door as quietly as he could, trying his best not to wake her until he got his head around what had taken place last night. Never in a million years would he ever have thought of her as someone who would excite him sexually, in her normal attire, she was just his mother, but last night, what with the drink and the sleek sexy dress which she had worn, it had been easy to see her as a mature desirable woman.

When Joanne did appear, she was his mother once more, without makeup and with her tousled hair and an old robe, she looked nothing like the sexually attractive woman from the previous night. Sat next to him at the breakfast bar, her head was buried in her hands, she moaned to herself as a glass of bicarb fizzed away in front of her.

'Never again. My bloody head is thumping. How did we get home?' She asked him.

'We walked; do you not remember?' Howard breathed his first sigh of relief.

Joanne shook her head, 'Sorry. I was so pissed that I can't remember anything. Did you put me to bed?'

Howard breathed a bigger sigh of relief, perhaps it was for the best, his mother would be horrified if she had recalled the things that they had done to each other.

Later, and feeling slightly better, he would recall their union, never again would he be able to look at his mother without seeing her naked, her slim figure and small breasts wrapped around his own body as his cock was rammed into her cunt.

'Who undressed me?' She asked him, Howard going crimson as he admitted that he had helped her out of her clothes and into bed. 'Completely naked?' Joanne added, her head turning slightly as she stared at her son.

She dropped the question, the look on her son's face one of pure embarrassment as she decided that in her drunken state, she had probably disposed of her clothes without giving a thought as to whether he would see her naked.

Thankfully, she made no more mention of it for the rest of the weekend though it took most of that day before they felt sufficiently recovered to face having a meal and talking to each other. And then they were back at work at the confectionary factory, his mother on one of the production lines and Howard in the IT department up in the offices.

They had been on their way home mid-week, walking through town and past the rows of shops when Joanne had stopped abruptly, staring at one shop entrance in particular before shaking her head and continuing to walk homewards. She made them a meal, Howard laying the table while she cooked and then sitting together as they chatted about their day and ate.

He hadn't really taken any notice when she had stopped in town, nor had it triggered a memory of the previous weekend, one shop doorway looked pretty much like another. It was only after their tea and as they finished their deserts that she asked the question tentatively.

'Saturday night... after the party. Did I... did I kiss you?'

It had come so quickly out of the blue that it had taken Howard by surprise, the question giving him no chance to rearrange his features and leaving him no choice but to answer in the affirmative.

'How did that happen?' Joanne wanted to know.

Howard explained about the silly game they had been playing in their drunken state and how it had got a little bit out of hand.

'Did it happen again when we got home?' She enquired. Howard starting to worry about the prospect of his mother beginning to remember things from that night.

Can I ask... what did it feel like, kissing your old mum?'

He wasn't sure what to say, did he lie and tell her that it was awful, he had no desire to hurt her and there wasn't a way of saying it wasn't enjoyable without making it sound like he was disgusted.

Or did he tell her the truth, that he had actually enjoyed kissing her, that her lips had tasted sweet and that the feel of her slim body pressed against him had ignited a fire in his loins? Would the truth nudge her a little closer to remembering that they'd had sex and that he had shared her bed that night? Worse still, he had no desire to divulge, that despite trying to forget about their coupling, his most fervent wish at the moment was for it to happen again.

Thankfully, that seemed to be the end of her questioning for the moment as the next few weeks turned into a month that had passed without comment, Howard now having put his thoughts to the back of his mind. As much as he would have liked it to happen again, there was no way to bring up the subject without perhaps causing her distress.

All seemed well until one morning as summer was starting to come to an end, they had awoken when their alarms went off and were getting ready for work when he heard his mother in the bathroom and it sounded like she was being sick.

'Everything ok?' Howard asked her when she came out, Joanne looked pale, her skin clammy as she confessed that she didn't feel great that morning.

'Take the day off work,' he said, 'It's not like your ever off sick. I'm sure they can do without you for one day.'

Joanne agreed, she really didn't feel up to it that morning, perhaps she was coming down with something she thought.

'Yeah, it sounds like a good idea. I think I'll go back to bed for an hour.'

She toddled off back to her bedroom as he finished getting ready, popping his head around her bedroom door to say goodbye as he left the house and set off for work.

Joanne was fine that evening when he arrived home, 'Must have been a one-day bug,' she said as they sat down for their evening meal. The only trouble was that the next morning she was back in the bathroom, vomiting once more. Howard was concerned, it wasn't like his mother to be ill.

'I'll tell them at work that you're not coming in again. Perhaps give the doctors a call and make an appointment.'

Again, she was back to her normal self when he arrived home but at least she was seeing the GP the following afternoon.

Much to Howard's consternation, his mother was at it again the next morning. He could hear her in the bathroom as she retched, and he was starting to become worried. It couldn't be something she had eaten, they had both had the same meals and he had felt fine, he thought, wondering what could be wrong with her, at least she was seeing the doctor today which partially put his mind at ease.

Joanne wasn't overly concerned, whatever it was, only seemed to last for an hour or so each morning and then after that, she was ok.

The house was quiet when Howard got home from work, the table wasn't laid and there were no sounds of bustle coming from the kitchen. He shouted for his mother but received no reply, wherever she was, she wasn't at home. It was nearly an hour after he got in before she arrived back, her eyes looked puffy as though she had been crying and she seemed to be in a daze, not even acknowledging his presence.

He sat her down, made her a strong brew and then sitting beside her, he held her hand as he asked what was wrong. Joanne continued to stare into space, her words, when they came, were quiet, as though she was speaking to herself and not him.

'It's impossible... The doctor must be wrong. How can I be... there hasn't been anyone? This can't be happening... There is no way I can be pregnant... I haven't had sex... forever!'

The very word sent shivers through Howard, had he heard his mother correctly, it was hard to make out what she was saying, but he was convinced he had just heard the word 'Pregnant.'

He stumbled, trying to get his words out as his heart thudded loudly in his chest. He felt sweaty despite the chill that ran through him and surly his mother could feel his hand trembling.

'Did... did you say you were... Pregnant!'

At last, she seemed to sense that he was there. 'The doctor says I'm pregnant and it's just morning sickness. But it can't be, I haven't been near a man.'

Joanne looked exasperated, how could she be pregnant when she hadn't had a fella in ages, she looked to Howard for confirmation, astonished as she watched the colour drain from his face and he withdrew his hands from hers, grasping them together to stop the shaking that seemed to have come over him.

Suddenly her mind alighted on a single comment buried deep in her memory.

'The night of the party, you said I kissed you. Did we kiss again when we got home?'

The look on her son's face ignited fear in her, Joanne could feel herself welling up. Something else had happened, something that Howard hadn't told her, slowly she put two and two together and got four.

Her hand went to her mouth, and she bit down hard on her knuckles, 'Surely not. It was too outlandish, she knew she had been off her head, but she wouldn't have done something like that, would she?' Joanne was thinking.

She knew she had to ask the question, as much as she didn't want to hear the answer.

'Did I sleep with you that night, Howard? Did we make...? Sex, did we have sex?'

Howard couldn't bring himself to say anything, his stomach churned, and he felt sick, the one and only time that he had drunkenly had sex with his mother, and she had fallen pregnant.

His silence confirmed her horrified suspicions, 'Oh God! I slept with my son. I had sex with Howard and now I'm pregnant?'

You could have heard a pin drop, neither of them saying a word as the implications of that one night sank in.

Howard couldn't bring himself to say anything, all of the things going through his mind would sound wrong if he tried to put them into words. 'What were they going to do? How would Joanne explain it? She couldn't tell people that he was the father. Would she keep the baby, or would she get rid of it? He was twenty-two, far too young to be a father, his mother was in her mid-forties, too old to have a new child?'

For the moment, Joanne could not bear to be near him, it wasn't Howard's fault, she was the parent, she was his mother and she had slept with him, he had been inside her and as a consequence, he had left her a present.

'I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed.' With that she got up from the couch and headed for her bedroom, leaving her son alone, stunned and miserable.

They managed to get through what was left of the week, Joanne returning to work the next morning once she had been sick. The house seemed eerily silent at times, even though they were both indoors, it seemed that neither of them could find the right words to say to the other.

At least it was the weekend Howard thought, with so much on his mind it had been hard to concentrate at work, it wasn't something he could voice and ask people's opinions on.

At breakfast on Saturday morning, it was Joanne who had initiated the conversation.

'So, fill in the blanks, how did it happen? Did I force you or offer you an inducement?'

Howard shook his head, 'It started as a silly game, you said, "Let's pretend we have pulled each other" and it just kind of gathered momentum from there. I pulled you into a shop doorway and threatened to kiss you, which we both found hilarious, and then suddenly you had pulled me into another one and we were kissing.'

'Didn't it feel strange, weird, kissing me? Especially as I'm your mum and so much older than you?' Joanne was trying to understand how they had managed to get themselves into this mess.

'No!' Howard said emphatically. 'It actually felt good. It felt, kind of sexy, maybe a turn on to be kissing you like that.'

Joanne was taken aback, confused as to why her son would be "turned on" by her.

'What happened when we got home, I seem to remember that we kissed again. And then what?'

Howard pulled no punches; the truth was going to come out eventually. 'I didn't ask you and you didn't ask me. It just kind of happened. The next thing I knew was that we were up in your bedroom and undressing each other, your hands were inside my shirt and... down below.'

'Did you undress me?' Joanne wanted to know. 'Did you... touch me?' She had no memory of these events but from the sound of it, she had been a willing participant.

'And then what?

It seemed a bit of a ridiculous question to Howard, Joanne was pregnant, what did she think happened next. 'And then we had sex,' he said embarrassingly.

'And you were happy with that? I haven't got the best figure anymore, most of it is heading south.' Now it was Joanne's turn to look embarrassed.

'In fact, it was pretty good. No, it was more than that. It was very good, maybe even excellent. Good enough to want to...' He stopped himself from completing what was about to slip out, certain that his mother had no wish to hear him say that he would have liked to bed her again.

She was astonished but refused to allow her face to show it, she had made love with her son and from what he had said, they had both enjoyed it. The trouble was, she couldn't remember, suddenly beginning to feel like she had missed something.

'Good enough to what?' Joanne enquired, even though she already had an inkling of what he had been about to say and refusing to allow herself to smile at the unspoken compliment.

Howard shook his head, refusing to complete the sentence, there was no way that he was going to tell her that he had enjoyed the sex with her to the extent that he wanted to fuck her again. At least she hadn't asked him to describe in detail what they had done, the very thought of using words like those descriptively, sending shivers down his spine. It was one thing using them in front of mates, it was another to use them in front of his mum.

He was in two minds, he had arranged to go out that afternoon and evening with friends, but at the same time, he did not want to leave Joanne alone. Would it have felt like this he wondered, if it had been one of his previous girlfriends?

As though reading his mind, Joanne had told him it was ok, that she would sort something out and not to worry, but Howard couldn't help but worry. He didn't want to state the obvious, that in a few months she would start to show, and people would notice, especially the ones at work. Money wasn't the problem, between them they earned enough for her to take the time off, it was the fact that this child if she kept it, would be his sibling as well as his offspring.

She shooed him out, telling him to go and enjoy himself. He was having his tea out with his mates and then a few pints to round off the evening. Despite his situation, he had managed to have a good time, he hadn't gone overboard with his drinks and was simply jovial as he made his way towards home, expecting his mother to be in bed by the time he arrived back.

He was surprised as he entered to find her up and about, there was a wine bottle on the coffee table and with the look of it, he could see it was nearly empty. That was unusual for Joanne, normally she did not drink at home, he had known occasions when she had opened a bottle of wine and it had gone off before she managed to drink even half of it.

He could hear her in the kitchen and then the sound of a cork popping as he presumed, she was opening another bottle. She wasn't drunk when she came into the lounge, but it was obvious that she was getting near her limit. There was something different about her Howard realised, before twigging that she had tidied her hair and applied some makeup, the robe she wore, different than the one that she normally knocked around the house in.

She brought a fresh bottle of wine with her and another glass. 'Maybe the last chance I will get for a while, depending on what I decide to do. Will you have a drink with me?'

Howard allowed Joanne to pour him a glass, holding it out for her as she tipped the bottle. From his position, sitting on the couch, he found it hard to avert his eyes as her robe gaped slightly and he caught sight of her cleavage and breasts, Joanne pulling it closed as she noticed where he was looking.She clinked her glass against his, 'Cheers,' taking a sip and then swivelling the glass in her hand as she prepared herself to say something.

'You know when you said I was "Good enough". Do you still think that?' She seemed embarrassed that she had to ask, Howard thought. He immediately had a suspicion where he hoped this conversation was leading, her hair and makeup along with the robe and especially her being naked beneath it was already causing a reaction in his pants as he replied to her question.

'If you are offering what I hope you are, then the answer is yes. You were far more than good enough, you were sexy and exciting and despite you being my mother, if you are offering me the opportunity to make love to you again, then I would be honoured and thrilled.'

The wine was forgotten as she placed her glass on the table and stood, beckoning him to follow her as they made their way upstairs towards her bedroom, Howard watching her bottom sway as she took each step and resisting the urge to pinch it as he followed her. Inside the room, she closed the door behind him before going across to her bed and switching on a sidelight.

Howard's mind was in a whirl, he couldn't believe he was being offered this second opportunity to have sex with his mother and wondered how much influence the bottle of wine had on her decision. As much as he wanted to pull the robe from her and throw her onto the bed, he allowed Joanne to dictate the pace as she advanced towards him.

She had loosened the belt of her robe but still kept it pulled around her as she approached him, her hand rising as she cradled his cheek and looked into his eyes. They seemed to linger there for a long moment and then as she offered her lips to be kissed, her eyes closed.

With one arm around his neck, Joanne's other hand slid beneath his t-shirt as she got her first proper feel of his bare flesh, the hand resting on his stomach for a second before slowly moving upwards as she explored his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his still smooth skin and then running a fingertip over his nipples as she made them hard.

Howard allowed his mother to undress him, her facial expressions constantly changing as she bared him bit by bit, and then her gaze lingered on his swelling cock which jutted upright from his groin as she pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles. Naked, he gave her a chance just to look at him before he pulled her in close and they kissed once more, this time the temptation too strong as his hand slid inside her robe.

Joanne's tits were pretty much perfect he considered, the correct size to neatly fill one hand as he cupped her right breast and gently fondled the silky-smooth flesh, his excitement increasing as he felt her nipple harden and grow against his palm as the first low growls of pleasure rumbled in her throat.

It wasn't all one-way traffic; Joanne was desperate to get her hands on Howards cock. She could not remember it from that first occasion but was determined to make up for it tonight as her hand snaked downwards and it brushed against his swollen knob which was already leaking pre-cum. Teasingly with a single finger, she rubbed the clear slippery excretion into his helmet, making it shine and throb with anticipation.

When her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Howard was in seventh heaven, the feel of her hand as she slowly tossed him off was exquisite and he could have happily stood there all night if she continued to do that until he filled her hand with his cum.

What was good for the goose was good for the gander he decided as he released her breast and slid his hand downwards, resting on her belly as he momentarily remembered the new life that was growing inside there. He lingered again as his fingers played across her mound and the close-cropped pubes which covered it and then his hand curved between her legs, Joanne adjusting to give him greater access as his finger penetrated her cunt.

They groaned in unison, their hands increasing each other's arousal until Joanne finally begged him to make love to her.

As he knelt between her open thighs and looked down at her he was amazed at how his opinions had changed in such a short time. Previously, and as his mother, he wouldn't have given her a second glance in the sexuality stakes, but now, as she lay naked beneath him, there was something quite tantalising about her. For a woman of her age, her figure was still pretty damned good, something he had never really taken note of before. Her breast while on the smallish side still stood partly to attention and her waist was still slim with the faintest trace of a belly, although that would shortly change.

Reaching out she grasped his erection, smoothly sliding the skin back and forth as she teased him and aware of the pulsating throb it gave off. Dragging him closer, she pressed his knob against her pussy lips, already open and moist as they waited impatiently for that initial insertion.

When it came, she lifted her head from the pillow, staring at her son as those first powerful sensations surged through her body, his cock expanding and filling her cunt as she let out a guttural cry.

They kissed constantly as his cock penetrated her, his hips creating a smooth steady momentum that opened and closed her fanny with each thrust. His actions felt powerful as her arousal built, his hands forever making a beeline for her tits and nipples, and then as he paused for a second, he shifted imperceptibly so that his lips now encircled each nipple in turn as his tongue flicked across them, and he nipped each teat between his teeth.

When Howard knelt upright and stared down at her once more, Joanne noticed something in his expression, something she had never seen before, it was obvious from the way he was looking at her that he adored her body, her chest swelling as she realised that she excited him. No longer did she feel like an old woman, she felt young and exciting, enthralled to discover that she still had what it took to ensnare someone who was more than half her age.

Her thoughts were dismissed as suddenly his shaft was slammed into her pussy, taking her completely by surprise as Howard upped the tempo. Within seconds she was panting, staring fixedly at her son as he now well and truly fucked her.

Joanne never imagined a time when she may use language like that towards her son, but as her climax swiftly approached, she grabbed her legs, pulling them up higher and opening them wider as his cock crashed into her cunt, the coarseness spewing from her lips as she urged him to fuck her even faster.

'That's it... that's it... yes, yes, just there. Now fuck me... fuck me hard... fuck your mummy's cunt!'

The words seemed obscene to her ears, but she continued to call out to him as his shaft plundered her fanny until she had no option but to make that leap and allow her orgasm to control her body, one moment writhing beneath him, the next holding herself taut as powerful pleasure signals overloaded her brain and she felt him explode inside her, his semen adding to her own juices as he continued to shaft her.

When at last he collapsed beside her, Joanne knew she had made the right decision in allowing him to have her body a second time, the sex had been exquisite and fulfilling and although she was currently sated, she felt no shame in admitting to herself that she would want him again.

Howard spent the night in her bed as they made love once more, Joanne straddling his hips as she bounced up and down on his cock. It had been quite a while for her since she had last been fucked like this and so she savoured every second of their coupling, her second and then third orgasm nearly having her in floods of tears as her emotions got the better of her.

It was like being at the start of a new relationship when everything seemed perfect, and you wished it could be like that forever. Unfortunately, she was under no illusions, they couldn't have a relationship in the normal sense of the word, they could never let it be known that they had stepped over the line, but she was determined that whatever her decision in the future, for as long as her son wanted to have sex with her, she would let him.

Howard was still sleeping when Joanne awoke the next morning, slipping from the bed and putting on her robe as she went downstairs to make a cup of tea. A glance in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs showed her a true picture of the morning after, with her makeup gone and her hair needing a good brush, at that moment she looked her age.

Looking at her image, she felt despondent, she could slap on as much warpaint as she wanted to make herself look younger, but would Howard still be as enthused when he saw her looking like this each morning?

Joanne had just made her drink when she heard movement upstairs, putting the kettle back on to boil, she got out another cup as she heard Howard coming down the stairs. Other than a pair of shorts, he was naked as he came into the kitchen and surprised Joanne by spinning her around as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. Her robe had loosened, and Howard glanced down at what he could see of her breasts, Joanne instantly feeling the growing bulge down below as he pressed the start of his erection hard against her mound.

'Oh my God,' she thought to herself, immediately feeling more content that it didn't seem to be bothering him that she didn't look at her best. His hand slipped inside her robe as he caressed her breast, her nipples instantly hardening as his cock continued to grow and she felt that imminent desire between her legs.

She started to giggle as he easily lifted her and carried her over to the dining table, laying her down on it as he opened her robe wide and looked at her nudity. Joanne raised herself momentarily as he pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, her eyes glued to his bobbing cock as he splayed her legs and moved in close. And then he was inside her, her fanny expanding as she accepted the large lump of meat that was now being pumped into her passage.

'Bloody hell,' she was thinking to herself, if she had not have been pregnant already, at this rate she would have soon been anyway.

Howard's hands were back on her tits as he squeezed and made them bulge, her nipples standing proud as he twisted them with his fingers and made her call out loud as his cock continued to fuck her cunt.

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Joanne goaded him.

'Go on... fuck it, fuck my cunt. Shit! You feel so fucking good inside me, so fucking big. Harder... fuck me harder... rub my clit while you fuck my pussy. Oh yes... fuck me, yes... Yesss!'

Her orgasm took her by surprise, her body going rigid as she lost control of her limbs and her voice, the centre of her attention being only Howards cock which she could see, and feel being slammed into her quim as he ejaculated inside her, and she felt her juices run down the crack of her arse.

'Oh, my giddy aunt,' Joanne thought after his flaccid cock had slipped from her pussy. 'Is this what it is going to be like with him?'

She suddenly hoped it was, she had turned into a middle-aged woman, but in the course of one night, Howard had changed her back into the young women she used to be, sex an integral part of her life.

'Why don't you go and get back in bed, and I'll bring the brews up,' Howard suggested as he eyed her lasciviously and then slapped Joanne's bottom as she dashed for the stairs roaring with laughter.

Joanne hadn't known a Sunday like it as they spent most of the day in bed having frequent sex, her son seemed to be insatiable and eventually, she had to call time, telling him that if he shagged her much more, he was going to make her sore and then he would have to go without for a while.

Howard was asleep next to her and despite having work in the morning, Joanne could not settle, although there was no rush, sooner or later she was going to have to make a decision as to whether she kept the baby or if it made more sense at her age to have it aborted.

She knew by rights that Howard should have a say in the matter, at the end of the day, he was the baby's father, but he could never properly play that part. There was far too much risk going down that road she realised even though at the moment she felt the happiest that she had been in a long time. Her son, Joanne decided would make some woman a perfect partner, sadly, it could not be her she knew, he had his own life ahead of him.

In time Joanne began to show, at first it seemed as though she had just put on a small amount of weight but as Christmas drew steadily closer, there was no mistaking that she was pregnant. She had decided after their weekend of frequently making love that as much as she knew it was going to be disruptive and hard work, she wanted to keep the child.

She had always planned on having two children, ideally one of each, but her relationship with her husband had fizzled out before she got pregnant for a second time.

There had been the usual rounds of gossip, people wanting to know who the father was, but she had stuck to her story, it was a short-lived affair, and he was already married. The questions lasted for a few weeks and then people moved on to the next piece of interesting tittle-tattle.

It was something Howard had never considered, but as time passed, he suddenly found that having sex with a pregnant woman was certainly highly erotic. Joanne's stomach had grown and wonderfully, so had her tits, her due date sometime around easter the following year.

More and more they were sleeping together each night, but as she explained to him on one occasion after they'd had sex.

'The first year and a half we should be fine to be together, but after that, we will have to start being careful. As it begins to grow and get older, it will wonder why you as its brother are sharing a room with me as its mother. Kids of that age have a habit of coming out with comments at the most inopportune moment.'

Joanne went on to explain what she wanted to happen, telling Howard that he must live his life as he so far had done.

'Go out with your mates. Date other girls. All of that will detract from what we do here when we are alone.'

As much as he understood her reasoning, he would find it difficult just to revert to how things had been before that night. He was going to be a father, to a child that he could never admit to being his, how could his life ever be the same again?

Christmas came and went and as they plodded their way through January and February, Joanne started shopping for the things they would need. She'd had her scans but declined the offer of knowing what sex her new child would be. Another few weeks and she would start her maternity leave she thought to herself one morning as she got ready for work.

Howard came downstairs looking half asleep which made Joanne grin. Lately, her sexual appetite had been in overdrive, and she couldn't get enough of her son fucking her.

She had started feeling randy directly after their tea, having helped Howard to clear things away, when she came in from the kitchen, she had straddled his lap facing him and lowered herself down. His eyes sparkled because he knew what she was feeling and had in mind.

Resting his hands on her knee's he slowly slid them up and under her maternity smock, following her thighs until his thumbs rested in her groin, either side of her fanny. Edging them under the gusset of her large knickers, he pulled sideways, thereby opening her quim and then pressing in the opposite direction as he closed it.

Using a circular motion he massaged his mother's cunt, watching patiently as her eyes began to flutter and her breathing increased. Joanne was leaking juices; her knickers now damp as he carefully rubbed either side of her clit before gently sliding his finger across the highly sensitive bud.

'Get undressed,' she managed, trying to catch her breath as she eased herself off his lap. Within minutes they were naked as they returned to their former positions.

With one hand now massaging her large breasts, he stared fascinated at how much her areola had grown, now covering a large portion of her milky white flesh. His other hand eased between her thighs, a single finger slipping between her piss flaps and penetrating her cunt as he began to frig her.

With her body already overdosing on hormones, Joanne firmly gripped her sons cock, easing the skin down and exposing its plump shiny helmet. Slowly and deliberately, she began to toss him off, watching as it was now his turn to close his eyes as he savoured the sensation flooding his groin. When she had him completely hard and erect, she pushed his hands away as she slid from his lap, grabbed a cushion and opened his legs.

Kneeling between his thighs, she took a firm grip of his cock again as she poked her tongue out and traced a pattern with it over his knob. Howard gasped out loud as his mother's lips encompassed his prick and she sucked, her tongue teasing beneath its sensitive rim as her hand continued to slide up and down its length.

She wanked him slowly, building his arousal as his hips and buttocks started to rise from the couch as he tried to fuck her face. He had expected her to have leapt back on his lap by now, instead, she was continuing to concentrate on his shaft as his ejaculation crept closer. Howard tried to warn her, Joanne raising her eyes and her lips trying to smile despite having his cock in her mouth.

Suddenly, her hand began to speed up as she wanked him furiously, his hips bouncing on the cushion as he knew his climax was imminent. Howard called out, but she ignored him as she sealed her lips around his shaft and moved her hand faster still, his hips ramming his cock to the back of her throat as he exploded and spurted his cum into her mouth, Joanne sucking and licking until she had drained and swallowed every drop of semen.

'Holy shit! She was good at that Howard thought, it wasn't the first time that Joanne had given him a blowjob. He knew what came next as they swapped places and she got herself settled, opening her legs wide as he knelt between her thighs and looked at her fanny.

It was another aspect of her being pregnant that Howard enjoyed, her pussy was swollen and puffy, looking larger than it had. Using his fingers, her opened her wide, exposing the moist pink flesh inside as his nostrils picked up the scent of her musk.

Leaning forward, he ran his tongue over the moist flesh as he tasted her and then poked it into her passage, his mother pressing her minge tightly against his mouth as his tongue delved deeper. She had shaved her mound, the smooth soft warm flesh pushing against his face as his tongue and lips kissed, sucked and licked her cunt.

He pushed her to the edge as she moaned and groaned, hoisting her breasts as she sucked at her own nipples, and when he decided she was ripe and ready, he pushed the hood back from her clitoris and sucked and licked the tiny bud.

Joanne flooded his face with her juices as they poured from her, Howard continuing to work on her cunt as she orgasmed and shook, her tits and belly wobbling as she screamed her release until she finally had to push his head and mouth away, her fanny far too sensitive.

By the time her breathing slowed, Howards cock was once again pointing skywards as he rubbed it against the wet slippery mess that was her fanny before easing it down into position and pushing it slowly into her. Joanne could taste herself as they kissed, her son's hands firmly clamped onto her breasts as he massaged her pendulous flesh.

He fucked her slow and carefully, never having quite gotten used to the fact that despite her huge bump, there were times that she still needed a good furious fucking. That evening was one of those occasions as she urged him on, his shaft slamming into her cunt faster and harder until together, they climaxed, his hot cream spurting up her passage as she ground her fanny against him.

That hadn't been the end of it, once Joanne felt fully recovered, she had dragged him upstairs to their bedroom where they had continued to procreate until the early hours of the morning and the reason why Howard had looked exhausted when he had come downstairs that morning.

Rosy came bang on time, Howard hadn't been allowed in the delivery room, not that he was bothered, far easier to wait outside than to try and explain why a son would want to be in the same room as his mother when her child was being delivered. He heard the baby's first cry and then minutes later a nurse popped her head around the door to inform him he had a sister.

It felt strange later when he was allowed in and he cradled the tiny infant in his arms for the first time, having to act the part of her big brother while inside he was amazed at what he and his mum had produced.

When Joanne was finally allowed home, life didn't exactly return to normal, Howard had never known what it was like to have a new-born in the house. As his mother had explained, they continued to sleep together despite there being a period when they'd had to abstain, eventually, their sex life resumed once more.

Three years down the line and Rosy was now a toddler, Howard back to sleeping in his own bed each night. That wasn't to say that he and his mother didn't find time, once the kiddy was in bed and fast asleep, they would come together for sex, always remembering to try and not make as much noise.

He'd kept his promise to his mum, going back to doing the things that most young men did each weekend and evening, but at home, he acted as a big brother and a kind of surrogate father.

And so, their life progressed, he remembered the day Rosy first spoke his name, 'Owie' and the day she started school. He'd been dating a girl he had met at a party one evening, 'Greta,' was petite and strikingly pretty with flaming red hair. They had got on like a house on fire and she fitted in well with his family.

When after several years he and Greta had decided to get married, Rosy had been one of her bridesmaids, wanting to wear makeup just like the grown-ups did.

For the first year, they had continued to live with his mother, but that had been difficult, knowing that the sounds of him making love to his new wife carried and that Joanne would be able to hear. But she never complained, she was happy for him and when Greta was out or away with her job, Joanne would invite him into her bed, but they were always mindful of Rosy.

Eventually, he and Greta bought a house of their own and moved out, it seemed strange at first not seeing as much of his mum, but they were always there for each other. When she needed a break, he would have Rosy stay over at his house for the weekend and when opportunities arose, he and his mum would indulge themselves as they fucked each other brains out.

And then came his first child, although to Howard it was his second, though he never dared mention that fact. He was getting older as was his mum and Rosy. He progressed up the company ladder and now headed the IT department at work. It wouldn't be long now before his mum would be reaching retirement age, having worked all her life.

Rosy was becoming a beautiful young woman, turning heads in town and never short of admirers who constantly made the trip to his mother's door.

The funeral had gone like clockwork, Howard having read the eulogy for his mum. He was saddened that he would see her no more as the coffin was lowered into the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks as his wife stood one side of him and his sister the other. At forty-four, he was fast approaching middle age, married with two kids and doing well for himself, Joanne had been proud of him.

His mother had retired and then a year later she had complained one day of not feeling great. It had been a short illness before she passed away, not even getting the chance to see her only daughter married.

As she got older, Joanne's sexual demands slowly decreased to the point where they perhaps only slept together once a month. Howard was going to miss her, he never saw it as cheating on his wife, she was his mother and as her son, it was up to him to fulfil her needs.

It wasn't a large gathering, a few friends, neighbours and former colleges from work. They had come back to the house after the funeral, all of them expressing their sympathies until by late afternoon, the last one had finally left. Rosy had asked Greta if she minded Howard staying there tonight, just until she got used to being alone. Of course, she hadn't refused, telling her husband she was leaving to go and collect the kids.

Howard was watching Rosy; she'd had several glasses of wine during the afternoon and was presently pouring them both a small whisky. Carrying them over, she handed him a glass before clinking them together and sitting next to him, putting her arm through his as she rested her head on his shoulder.

'Thank you, she said. Howard asking her what she was thanking him for.

'For being my big brother... and for being like a father to me at times.'

He blushed slightly at the secret he had kept all those years.

'You know I love you,' Rosy whispered.

'I love you too,' he replied.

She downed the whisky in one and stood as she went and poured herself another, proffering the bottle and asking if he wanted his glass replenishing.

Howard declined as he noticed that very slight unsteadiness as she returned to the couch.

'Hold this a second, will you?' she asked, as she faced him, hitched her dress up slightly and straddled his lap.

Settling herself comfortably, Howard couldn't help but notice how the tightness of her black dress emphasised her legs and thighs.

Rosy took a sip of her drink before she continued. 'No, you numpty. I mean... I love, love you.'

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his as she lowered her voice and spoke conspiratorially, her words slurring ever so slightly.

'I knew about you and mum. I knew what you were doing. I know you were sleeping with each other and having sex.'

Howards face drained of colour as he began to deny her allegations, but Rosy just gave a quiet laugh.

'It's alright. I'm not going to throw a wobbly or anything like that, but I know you slept with her when I was out. I came back a few times and heard you. I thought it more prudent to disappear again and let you get on with it.'

She sat upright and knocked back her second whisky before she resumed her position, Howard, able to smell the alcohol on her breath.

'I only have two questions,' Rosy uttered, still whispering as though there were people there to hear.

'Are you, my father?'

Howard began to trot out the age-old story but was silenced as his sister put her finger to his lips.

'Please Howard, I want the truth. I'll tell you what I think. I think you are my father as well as being my brother. It makes sense as to why mum got pregnant late in life.'

His face answered her question as much as he tried to keep his features non-committal.

'I've waited a long time to tell you. Not as a sister, or as a daughter, but as a woman... I love you.'

Before he could say anything, she had kissed him, her lips melding to his as her mouth twisted against his own, her arms going around his neck as Rosy pulled his face in tight against hers.

When she eventually released him, she asked her second question, it came out slowly with her sounding shy and slightly embarrassed.

'Will you take me to bed and make love to me?'