pt-2

I was lying on the bed reading when Clara came in. She walked straight past me to the bathroom, closing the door and turning the key in the lock. After half an hour she had still not emerged so I pulled on a shirt and went downstairs in search of my parents. I found them sitting in the living room watching television. Michael had an open beer in front of him, Nellie a steaming cup of tea or coffee.

"Grab a drink," Michael said, "I want to see the end of the game."

I glanced at the screen and saw a rugby match in progress. "Who's playing?"

"The Stormers against the Sharks. Sharks up eighteen six," Michael said cryptically.

I wandered into the kitchen and turned the kettle on after checking that there was enough water. Then I rooted around in the cupboards looking for a mug, tea bags. Nellie walked in asking whether I needed help. I glanced back the way she had come to check that we were hidden from view, then pulled her to me; kissing her, our bodies pressed momentarily together.

She looked behind her. "Not here..." She reached up and touched my cheek to take the sting out of the rejection.

"Did Dad say anything?" I asked, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag. Nellie reached into the fridge and pulled the milk out. "Just a little." She poured in a few drops before returning the bottle.

"No. He came in as though nothing had happened with a smug expression on his face. He didn't even bother to clean the spunk off his stomach. I could smell it!" Spunk, such an old fashioned term

"Did you enjoy it? What we did, I mean." I asked softly.

Nellie's eyes flew to the opening into the living room, still clear, a deep blush rising to her cheeks. She turned back, looking down at the counter. "Yes, for me it was the best I've ever had. Ever!" She glanced up at me then back to the counter. "Thank you."

After a while she said softly, "What we did was incest. We can go to jail for that. We've crossed a line that I suppose many thousands have crossed, but most have not. Society, especially a tiny one like here in Kenton, will judge us harshly if there is even a whisper of it."

"Are you saying we can never do it again?"

"What I'm trying to say is that we must be very careful. In public we must act normally, Mother and son."

"And the other two?" I asked.

"I don't really care how they act. If they want to make spectacles of themselves that is their choice, although I don't think Clara will ever do anything that is not socially correct. In public, that is." I laughed.

I took up my tea and we returned to the living room as the rugby match was ending. "Who won?"

"Who do you think?" Without a pause he answered his own question. "The Sharks, twenty two six. Where's Clarissa?"

"Up in our room, I guess," I said.

"I'm going up to shower, I'll check on her." He rose and left. I seated myself next to Nellie on the couch and took her hand, our fingers intertwined. She changed channels and we sat watching contentedly, not really concentrating on the screen

The next day passed with no more opportunities to be intimate other than a quick touch and kiss. I was very aware of being near her without being able to touch her.

At one stage during the afternoon Nellie mischievously sat opposite me in the living room and, checking that the others were not looking, spread her legs a little and lifted her dress for a long moment. I was riveted to the spot; she was not wearing any panties and her trimmed blond bush was in full view. I could clearly see that she shaved her labia, the inner lips protruding. Then the vision was gone. I looked at her face and she was smiling demurely, her cheeks flushed.

I watched as Clara flirted with Michael focusing her full attention on him. He was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Well, maybe not a rabbit, more like a fox. She would touch him as she talked, his arm, his leg, his hand. I had witnessed, felt, this scene played out innumerable times and I almost felt sorry for my father. I pretended not to watch, waiting for the inevitable cock squeeze. I saw her do it twice during the day and I saw Michael goose her somewhat ham-handedly in response. He slid his hand up the back of her dress and between her legs. She took off like a rocket, spinning away, dancing out of reach.

That evening Michael and Clara were sipping white wine, Nellie and I read as we sat out on the deck watching the sunset. There was no wind and the colors from the sky reflected on the water in the river mouth.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, through to the university in Port Elizabeth," Michael said by way of explanation. "Do any of you want to come with me? It'll just be for the day, very boring I'm sure." He was looking hard at Clara.

"Well, I..." She said using her baby-doll voice. She looked at me.

"I don't want to go. I came here to relax, walk on the beach, soak up the sun; to get away from civilization." I looked at Nellie.

She shook her head. "Count me out. Anyway, I'm meeting my girlfriends for tea. You know we meet every Tuesday. Catch up on all the latest skinner." Colloquial term for gossip. "The best, and the worst, part of living in a small community is that everybody knows everyone else's business, true or false. One has to be careful how one treads." She was looking hard at Michael

"Yes, well... Looks like you and me, my dear." He patted her hand, she stuck her chin out.

We had an early dinner and then went to bed after watching the news on television.

In the bedroom I undressed, threw my clothes onto the chair in the corner, and then went into the bathroom to shower. I emerged naked and, feeling horny from the sexual tension of the day, walked across the room with a semi-erect penis before climbing into my side of the bed.

"I wish you would wear pajamas like any civilized person. I bet Michael wears pajamas." I ignored her. She got up and went into the bathroom closing the door after her. I read my book.

When she emerged she was wearing a mauve nightie, very brief; her panties peeking out, the top low cut with the swell of her small breasts visible. She climbed into her side of the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. I put my book on the bedside table and turned out the light still feeling horny. I reached across under the duvet and caressed her back, she moved away from me.

I moved closer and reached further placing my hand on her breast. "No!" She pushed my hand away. "Not after the awful things you said to me at the airport. After humiliating me in front of your father."

"How have I humiliated you?" I asked baffled.

"Don't pretend ignorance! You know exactly what you've done. Unforgivable!"

I lay still wondering whether I wanted a fight now. No, my time would come. I continued lying still and felt Clara relax and get comfortable on her side of the bed.

I lay there picturing Michael pleasuring her, the animal exposed. I could feel my cock slipping into my mother's slick warm pussy, sucking me in. The feel of her ass cheeks caressing my belly as I pushed deep into her. Almost unconsciously I started rubbing my hard cock against the cool sheet. Using the tip of my index finger I tickled the head, tracing the hard glans, the veins; I felt myself jump in response. I took my cock between my thumb on one side and my fingers on the other, pulled the foreskin hard back. I am circumcised but there is plenty of loose skin to pull back and forth. Slowly forward covering the whole head, wait a moment, repeat the whole movement again.

The images in my head drove me on and I could feel myself start to leak precum.

I moved my hand faster and harder. When I felt my orgasm start I shunted my body forward stopping against Clara and came, squirting cum over her panty covered ass. Copious amounts of hot semen!

She squealed and tried to move away but I held her there with my free hand, leaving the last of the load on the back of her warm leg. Still holding her firmly, I wiping my cock head on her panties.

Clara was beside herself, almost incoherent with rage! "You... How dare you! You disgusting pig!" I let her go and she flew out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I rolled over, smiling. I did not hear her return to the bed.

It was still dark outside as I became faintly aware of Clara getting up. After she had left and all was quiet again I went back to sleep. When I eventually awoke the sun was high. I went to the bathroom, peed, washed my face and brushed my teeth then pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt and wandered downstairs to the kitchen wondering where Nellie was.

I had just made a cup of coffee when I heard the garage door open, then close, followed by footsteps descending the stairs. Nellie entered the kitchen with groceries in her arms which I helped her pack away before taking her in my arms and kissing her. There was no hesitation this time.

It is amazing how different women kiss. Stiff lips, slack lips, hard pointed tongue, soft exploring tongue. Some suck at the same time as kiss, some are immobile. Nellie was the best in my limited experience. We explored each other's mouths forever, gently, hard, flowing one way then the other. Bliss! When we broke we were still standing in the middle of the kitchen. Without a word, Nellie took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.

In her room I started undoing the buttons at the front of her dress, pulling it open, exposing the silky bra and the swell of her breasts, the garment shockingly white against her tanned flesh. I slipped the fingers of my right hand under the cup of her bra, savoring the feel of the soft skin, the warmth, the puckered areola and the erect nipple. Her breast was a perfect handful. I felt her shudder as I kneaded the flesh.

Nellie stuck her chest out as I pulled the dress and bra strap off her shoulder and eased the orb out from the retaining cup, the nipple dark brown against the tanned skin. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the hard tip, long slow licks with the flat of my tongue.

Nellie used her hands to ease the dress off her other shoulder, reached behind her to unclasp her bra, pulling it away where it was held in position by the weight of her breast, then pulled the straps down her arms, discarding it on the floor. I switched my attention to the newly exposed breast, sucking and licking while I ran my thumb over the other saliva-slick nub. Her fingers were curled in the hair at the back of my head gently caressing my scalp, softly guiding my ministration. I heard her sigh. "So good..."

The soft massage of her nails scratching my scalp sent exquisite feelings though my body, centering on my rigid cock. This combined with sucking her hard nipples set atop her soft pliable woman-flesh had me on the very edge of an orgasm. And she had not even touched me intimately yet!

After a while I stood back to look at her breasts, holding her by her bare shoulders. Nellie moved to cover her breasts with her arms. "Don't look. They're all sagged and soft. Old woman's tits!"

I took her wrists, gently pulling, and after a moment's resistance she let me move her arms away opening her breasts to my gaze.

"They're so beautiful, so... so womanly, so sexual. You're beautiful." I looked into her eyes. "I meant it. I mean, I really mean it." I smiled at my own awkward words. "You are beautiful. I don't know how to say it but you are sexually exciting as no young glossy magazine woman can be. You are a real woman as nature intended, ensuring the continuance of the species, as has caused men to fight men, nations to fight nations." I felt myself blushing. "I do go on a bit..." I took her again in my arms and kissed her passionately.

After we parted, we quickly undressed and Nellie pulled the duvet with its white cover to one side. "Warm the bed, I need to pee." I watched her walk away from me, admiring her sensuous ass as she walked. Mine for the taking? My cock was standing out at right angles from my body, jerking at the thought, a long thin trail of precum hanging from the tip where it dripped on the carpet. I wiped a drop away with my hand and, not seeing anywhere to put it, rubbed the moisture onto my leg and rubbed it in. I climbed onto the bed pulling the duvet over my body.

I heard the toilet flush, the tap run and then Nellie walked back into the room. She walked across to the window and started closing the curtains. "Please leave them open. I want to see you. All of you. Savor you..."

After a moment's hesitation she opened them again, bathing the whole room in warm sunlight. I could not take my eyes off her body, her beautiful mature body. I held out my hand and she came to me.

Her skin was cold from walking around naked. Taking her in my arms I spooned her, pulling the duvet up to our necks. One arm was under her body as she lay on her side, cupping a cool breast. I used the other hand to rub her body from knee to shoulder, down her side, over the swell of her hip, to the knee, then back, running the palm of my hand slowly over her cool bum cheek. It was not long before she was warm and moving in time with my hand.

I moved away and guided her to lie on her stomach, her arms stretched out on either side. Then I returned to slowly, sensuously, move my hands over her body, sometimes the whole hand, sometimes the finger tips, so gently that I was almost not touching her, tickling her, tickling my fingertips; her neck, her shoulders, her sides where the swell of her breasts touched the bed, the small of her back, down the crack of her ass, lingering where the heat and moisture slowed the dry movement. Her ass clenched for a moment, then, as it relaxed, I ran a fingertip over her anus and was trapped again by the strong cheeks as she clenched once more. My finger was released and moved on, between her thighs, her legs spreading to accommodate it, her bum lifting and reaching.

Down one thigh my finger moved and back up the other, lingering where it touched her smooth, shaved pussy lips, and then moving on, accompanied by a disappointed sigh.

Her hand reached for my cock and held it. My hands did not hesitate as they continued rubbing, tickling, touching, teasing. Nellie's delicate hand masturbated me slowly, pulling the foreskin back and forth; slowly, softly, stopping, teasing me in time with my ministrations.

I slipped under the duvet, onto my knees at her side, face down towards her feet. I could see her luscious body in the tented enclosure, the light seeping in round the edges. Her legs were spread wide. Her hand continued to hold me.

I ran my tongue down her spine leaving a wet trail. She hunched her shoulders. I blew on the wet line and she shivered. I did the same on either side of her back, at the side of her breasts. When Nellie tried to turn over I stilled her with a hand on her back. "Later..."

I moved down the bed a bit and, using my hands, I massaged both ass cheeks. They were warm and full, the epitome of a mature woman; firm muscle under soft skin, pliable, erotic. I spread her cheeks and gazed down at her puckered anus. Nellie slowly moved her hand on my rigid cock, knowing instinctively that I was admiring, lusting after her ass. She clenched her muscles but I held her open and exposed. I leaned forwards and ran my tongue from top to bottom, over the puckered anus, stopping when I reached her cunt lips.

Her body jerked and clenched, I heard her exclaim. Another lick, harder, my tongue spread. I blew on her brown star, the moisture cooling, the sphincter clenching. I started licking, up and down, hard, soft, centering on the rosehole. I felt all the muscles relax and as I slipped the tip of my tongue into the hot opening Nellie lifted her pelvis off the bed feeling for more.

My cock was forgotten in the heat of the moment, her fingers clasping me, not moving. This was a good thing because the sensory overload had brought me very close to the edge and I did not want to cum yet.

I continued teasing her anus with my tongue for about another five minutes, Nellie relaxing to the extent that I could easily slip the tip on my tongue into her depths. I had never enjoyed anal sex before but from what I felt, this was not the first time Nellie had had her back door explored. The thought was intoxicating.

I moved further down her crack and started licking her smooth lips with their protruding inner lips. I could feel they were engorged, spread, presenting me with her delicate inner passage. The whole area was slick with her juices, the taste sweet but not sweet, an absolutely unique taste and smell, unique consistency. The world's greatest aphrodisiac. I was in heaven!

I avoided her clitoris, so prominent whenever Nellie raised her hips off the bed. I stuck my tongue as deeply into her pussy is I could get it from the position of my body, slowly slurping side to side. I felt her raise her hips and then I saw her fingers on her clitoris. She used three fingers, flat, rubbing rapidly across the swollen head. I felt her tense. And then I felt her orgasm. Her body was bucking and shaking. "Yes! Yes..." On and on. The fluid in her pussy became salty as her channel clenched over my tongue.

Slowly her body stilled and sagged back onto the bed. I still had my tongue deep in her pussy, savoring the taste. Nellie took her fingers away, her other hand resumed its slow masturbation of my cock. I cannot remember such intense pleasure; the painfully slow pulling up and down on my cock. When I tried to buck my hips her hand simply moved with my thrusts, not changing their pressure or rhythm.

I did not try to stop Nellie this time as she rolled onto her back. There in front of me was this gorgeous woman-body. Her hand, which had released me momentarily as she rolled over, was back on my cock.

Nellie tried to stop me with her free hand as I moved my head down to her pussy. "Too sensitive..." I gently moved her hand aside, then opening my mouth wide I placed it over the whole sacred area, my lips completely relaxed. I could feel her turgid clitoris under my soft lower lip and let it sit there soft and relaxed, warm and wet.

We stayed like that for a long time. Then I started to move my tongue, slowly exploring her pussy. Not licking, just moving, spreading, feeling. I could feel her hips start to move in time with my slow movements, her hand on my cock taking the same rhythm. My lip moving on her clitoris. "If you keep that up I'm going to cum again," I heard her say. I did not reply.

I moved to sit astride her, my knees on either side of her body. I could feel her breasts against my lower stomach and thighs. Without removing my mouth I pulled both her legs up until her thighs were against her body trapped under my arms. This opened the duvet and I could see the beautiful woman-flesh up close and fragrant, spread as wide as it could go before my worshiping eyes.

I started licking again, from the open pussy to the relaxed anus with its brown halo and radiating lines; in deep, then back to the clitoris. Suck that for a while, run the flat of my tongue over the swollen head, through the valley of pleasure back to the slick anus. Nellie's body was now a living thing, straining against my trapping arms thrusting her pussy against my face, tilting her pelvis for deeper penetration. She was moaning continuously now.

In my present position she could not reach my cock, but she could reach my ass, I felt her hands spread me wide and then I felt her tongue at the back door; warm, hard-soft, insistent. It would not take much of this to make me cum. Her tongue pushed hard for access.

I concentrated on her clitoris sucking it hard into my mouth, lapping the head hard with the flat of my tongue. I pushed three fingers into her wide open cunt, sinking in easily. I spooned my hand and inserted the fourth finger and pushed back in, sinking over the knuckles, most of my hand inside her. Using the other hand, I placed the tip of my index finger against her anus and pressed. It sank in easily. I started moving my hands alternately, in her pussy out of her ass, into her ass out of pussy, my tongue rubbing ruthlessly.Oh yes! I'm cumming!" It was like riding a bucking bronco, her body straining wildly. For the first time in my life I saw and felt a woman orgasm up really close. Her clitoris jerked back and forth with the strength of her internal contractions, her ass cheeks in time. I could feel the internal milking around the fingers of both hands.

I kept pumping my fingers deep into her until she said, "Stop! Please stop, I can't take any more! Please..."

I lay still, holding her spread and exposed before me; exposed and vulnerable. My heart melted with the love I felt for her. I slowly pulled my fingers out and gently licked her now brightly flushed cunt, then her anus, tasting the slightly tart residue of my penetration. Nothing about this woman could put me off.

"Turn around, my darling, I want to kiss you. Besides, you're squashing me. And I'm sure my posture isn't very ladylike!"

I looked at her spread spatchcock pose and chuckled. "Stay like that while I get my camera."

Nellie started fighting under me, "Don't you dare..."

I rolled off her and turned, taking her in my arms. "Only kidding," I said and kissed her, long and intimate, sharing her own intimate taste with her as she licked my face clean during the long kiss. She would lick my chin then return her tongue to my mouth, my cheek.

I moved between her legs and she guided my cock into her pussy. I slipped in easily. Nellie whispered, "If you carry on like that you'll stretch me out of all proportion." She giggled. "It'll be like throwing a sausage down an alley, as I heard someone say once."

I laughed, slightly shocked. I moved inside her, wonderful, warm, clinging. "I love it just the way it is." I emphasized the words by pumping once hard. I had been so close before, on the very brink of cumming. The delay had brought me off the boil and I felt I could go on forever. The warmth of her body under mine, the subtle undulation of her hips meeting my thrusts, the intense feeling of love I felt all rolled into a single bit of rapture I had never experienced before.

I raised my torso using both arms and looked at Nellie's breasts. I reached down with my mouth and started suckling on her as would a child. Her hand rested on the back of my head. "My baby," she purred. Her other hand was on my bum, dictating the slow thrusting pace. One finger was against my anus, not moving, just a bit of pressure as she pulled me into her.

"How long..." Nellie started then stopped. I continued to suckle her. "Um, how long have you felt this way about me?"

"For as long as I can remember. Well, certainly from when I became aware of girls as girls." I kissed her lips, gently exploring her teeth with my tongue. "I used to hide in the tree outside your window hoping you would get undressed."

"I know."

I stopped moving. "You knew?"

"Yes. I would get undressed to my underwear. Let you see me from the back as I took my bra off."

I was stunned. I resumed pumping into her. "Did you know that I watched you in the bathroom? The toilet, actually."

This time she stopped moving. "You're joking! Tell me you're joking!"

I laughed. "No. I used to set a mirror up in the fanlight opposite the commode and then wait for you to go. I loved the way you pulled your panties to one side rather than pull them down."

"Did you get excited watching me pee?"

"I used to get so excited that, if I squeezed my thighs together, I would cum in my pants." I blushed as I remembered the unsatisfactory episodes.

Nellie was pulling me more urgently into her. "Would you like to watch me now. Peeing, I mean." She was blushing fiercely.

"It's the most exciting thing I can think of!" I was moving in long hard strokes. "Would you like me to watch you pee?"

She pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue hard and insistent. I felt her nod. "Yes," she said in my mouth. Nellie placed both hands on my buttocks stopping my thrusts. "Slow down, I want you to last longer. Lie still for a moment." She ran her warm hands up and down my back. Then, licking her index finger, she placed it on my anus and rubbed it, not penetrating, just rubbing.

"Have you ever..." It was my turn to stumble.

"Have I ever what?" She was looking at me, mischief in her eyes.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" My turn to blush.

She nodded. "Michael likes anal; insists on anal."

"Um... Do you enjoy it?"

"It hurt dreadfully at first. I felt like I was being torn apart. As you saw, Michael is not small in that department, but with time it got better. Then I bought butt plugs and stretched the opening. I quite enjoy it now although I prefer normal sex. I don't cum with anal sex." She continued to guide my thrusts. The pressure on my anus was exquisite. "Have you had anal sex?"

I shook my head. Nellie pulled my lips to her and we kissed. "We'll correct that..." We kissed on. The images in my head of seeing Nellie pee, of me fucking that tight back opening, those firm ass cheeks spread and slapping against my stomach. I was getting close. "Put your legs outside of mine," she whispered, "Let me close my legs, squeeze my thighs together; put a finger up your bum."

I did as she asked and was rewarded with the most exquisite pleasure. My whole body was lost in sensation as Nellie guided my thrusts, a finger just at my sphincter ring, her legs pressed together, her mouth on mine sucking my tongue. She reached between us and squeezed my nipple. Well, that was it, I roared and bucked, her finger penetrated my ass and it felt like an instant unbearable pleasure injection. I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations and must have passed out.

When I became aware of my surroundings again, Nellie was rubbing my back saying, "There, there." I lay there feeling her warm hands on my body. The duvet was not covering us anymore and I felt cold. I shivered.

I was lying completely slack, my full weight resting on her body. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked her in the eye. "I love you. That was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me." I kissed her gently. "Thank you." Nellie twitched her cunt muscles in reply. I smiled because I was completely soft and could not answer.

"I need a shower. Will Mommy come and wash my back?" I used my baby boy voice.

"On condition you wash Mommy's back as well." As she laughed it pushed my cock out of her vaginal canal. I stood up and held out my hand to help her up. We walked together to the bathroom.

Nellie went and sat on the commode. I squatted in front of her, using my hands on her knees to spread her thighs. Nothing happened. "Moomfie's shy. She needs to get used to an audience." Nellie closed her eyes. There was a little spurt, just a couple of drops. Then another one, then a full torrent of water. I could smell the slightly acrid smell of urine. When the flow finished I tore off a piece of toilet paper and reaching between her legs, wiped her lips. The whole area was wet and sticky from our love making, so my ministrations were hopelessly inadequate.

Nellie laughed. "Wash me in the shower." She led me by my cock to the stall.

We spent the rest of the day lazing around the house. We lay naked in the sun by the pool for a time where I lay staring at my mother's gorgeous body as she lay relaxed, legs spread, arms akimbo. When I got an erection she pushed me back on my recliner and took me in her mouth.

She took her time bringing me to a climax, and when she eventually let me cum, she swallowed every drop.

I did some work, answering emails, writing a letter. I connected my phone to the computer and downloaded the video of Clara and Michael on the deck. We both watched the images a couple of times. "Did watching them excite you?" I asked. I remembered how wet she was at the time.

"Mmmm," she said by way of answering, nodding.

"Have you ever watched anyone being intimate before?"

"Once, many years ago. We, a friend of mine, her boyfriend and I, went on a picnic. I'm not sure how it came about but they ended up kissing and cuddling. I watched him pull her panties down and finger fuck her." I had never heard Nellie use a swear word in normal conversation before. She continued. "I was sitting right there on the blanket with them and could hear the wet sounds as his fingers moved in and out of her, I could smell her. I found it so stimulating, so sexual, that I could not help myself; I put my hand in my jeans and rubbed myself to a climax right there in front of them. Not that they were aware of anything other than each other, that is! She ended up giving him a hand job and I remember him squirting all over the blanket, making a huge mess. That was the first time I'd ever seen a man ejaculate. It was the most exciting, naughty thing ever."

"How old were you?"

"Oh, I suppose I must have just turned eighteen."

We were sitting side by side on the couch, the computer on the coffee table in front of us. I slid my hand up her thighs under her dress, until I felt her panties. I slipped my fingers under the leg band and explored the warm lips that greeted my fingers. Nellie spread her legs, laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.

Her labia were already slick with her juices; I explored with my fingers feeling the contrast of her pubic hair with the engorged clitoris nestling there, and the smooth shaved lips, the protruding inner lips, and the warm moist opening. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and placed my thumb on her clitoris moving in and out. Nellie sighed and spread her legs further as I collected juice with my thumb and returned to rubbing her hard button.

I started pumping my hand harder, my hand smacking her lips; more love juice, harder, faster, my fingers were flying in and out of her. Smack, smack, smack! I could feel Nellie tense her thighs; then she came, her mouth open, a high pitched cry, her pelvis jerking. As the climax dissipated she reached for my hand to stay the pumping, holding me deep inside her. "Very sensitive..."

She sat with her head back, eyes closed for another five minutes as the color receded from her cheeks. "That was so nice!" She was still holding my hand. She moved it a little, out, then to my surprise back in. "Take your thumb off my clitty, I'm just too sensitive there. I want to feel your fingers deep inside me, inside Mommy's cunt. So naughty. So bad..."

She continued to move my hand in and out of her. She was so wet I could hear the slurping as we moved. "That's the sound those two were making as they made out. I didn't believe anyone could get that wet! Now I know."

I said softly, "And I can smell you. All I want to do is taste you, suck up those juices. Stick my tongue deep inside you. Pleasure you."

Nellie moved her bum forward until it was almost off the couch, letting go of my hand. I knelt between her spread knees reaching up and gripping her panties on either side and pulling them down. Nellie brought her knees together and I pulled them past her knees, to her ankles and off. She opened her legs wide again in front of me as I pushed her dress up over her lap and feasted my eyes on her pussy; the hair was wet around her clitoris, stuck to the skin this way and that, leaving the prominent clitoris, red from the stimulating and standing proud in its hood, exposed. Her lips were spread, sparkling with moisture, open so I could see the deep pink of her inner cunt.

I leaned forward and starting lapping. I licked her clean, deep inside her pussy, around her clit, between her inner and outer lips, down and around her anus. I was like a man starved, I could not get enough. "That's so wonderful! Michael never goes down on me after he's cum. In fact he loses all sexual interest in me the moment he's finished. Until the next time, that is!" She paused, sighing. "I'm not going to cum again, but this is so wonderful. There! There!" Her hands in my hair directed my tongue.

By this time I was fully erect, as hard as I have ever been despite having cum twice today already, two of the most powerful wonderful climaxes of my life. After a time she pushed me away, then stood up. "I'll be back in a moment," She leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips then left the room going upstairs. A few minutes later I faintly heard the toilet flush.

When Nellie returned to the room I was sitting on the couch looking out the window at the river mouth. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was flashing off the windswept waves. I saw she was wearing a long toweling bathrobe, the belt loosely tied around her waist. She sat down next to me and took me in her arms and started kissing me; I mean really kissing me, deep and sensuous. I felt her undo the buttons of my shirt, her fingers, her nails reaching for my nipples. There must be a direct link between my nipples and my cock, as she tweaked a hard nub, so I felt a jolt of pleasure deep in the roots of my cock.

Then her mouth was on them sucking, biting, licking; first one then the other. "Does baby like Mommy sucking his nipples?" I replied by pulling her face tighter against my chest; she bit harder, painful ecstasy!

"Mommy has a very special present for her baby," Nellie whispered in my ear, twirling the tip of her tongue around. I shuddered at the sensuousness of it. "Take your trousers off." She continued to tease my ear; warm, soft, wet. In moments my trousers together with my underpants were lying in a heap in the corner.

Nellie knelt down in front of me and, pushing my knees wide apart, she leaned forward to take the head of my cock in her mouth. Warm heaven! I looked down and saw she was fiddling with a small tube. When it was open she squeezed a liberal dose of clear gel onto her hand then, releasing my cock from her warm mouth, she smeared it onto my cock; it was cold and I shivered. "Sorry baby." As she rubbed her hands up and down I felt a soothing gliding sensation. Normally I do not like anyone to rub the uncovered rim of the glans because it is very sensitive and hurts, but this was wonderful!

When the gel was spread all over Nellie stood up, removed the gown, then moved to the end of the couch and lay down over the armrest, her ass in the air, her legs spread, her head on the seat cushion.

She handed me the tube. "Put some Astroglide in Mommy's little hole." My already rock-like erection jumped as I took in the implications. I took the tube and moved around behind Nellie, removing my shirt at the same time. Kneeling I could not believe what I was seeing! Her rosehole was exposed to my view, her cheeks relaxed, her cleft spread wide. I leaned forward and touched my tongue exactly on the opening; her cheeks jerked reactively. I could taste the freshly washed flesh, the faint smell of soap, I licked harder. Nellie brought her hands back and spread her cheeks giving me more access. I pushed my tongue through the sphincter muscle, penetrating maybe half an inch.

"Use the lube. I want to feel baby's big cock in my ass; I want to feel you cum deep inside my belly. Lots of lube!"

I squeezed a big dollop directly into her stretched crack just above her anus and watched as it slowly ran down to the puckered hole; using my finger I spread it around. Nellie whispered, "Inside..."

I pushed the tip of my index finger against the opening; I could not believe how easily it slipped in. I spent time spreading the slippery goo around, inside, sliding my finger in to the second knuckle, twirling it around. Nellie moved around, her hands keeping herself spread to my gaze. "Now stick that big thing into Mommy's naughty hole. I want to feel you inside me. Do it now!"

I stood up and, taking my cock in my hand and, making sure the lube was spread all over, placed the tip against her anus. The head of my cock is much bigger than a finger and I felt the resistance, the sphincter tight against the intrusion. "Push..."

I pushed and it popped in; I felt her tense and stopped, looking down. The head was in, I could see the stretched hole gripping tightly, could feel the pressure. Slowly Nellie relaxed and I pushed further. Fascinated I watched my cock disappear into the forbidden hole, into my mother! The tight squeeze piled the Astroglide around her hole and my cock as I pushed in. Soon I was in to the hilt, my pubic hair in the lube, my testicles resting against her warm cunt, as deep as I could go. I stayed there for a moment feeling the tight pressure of her anal ring around my cock, the intense warmth of her canal.

I lay forward over her back. "Thank you, my darling. Thank you."

"I want you to enjoy it. I want my baby to fuck my ass without worrying about me. Hard or soft, however you like it."

"Is it good for you?" I asked still fully embedded.

"I love it! You are not as thick as Michael, but longer; more comfortable." We were lying still, not moving. "I can't think of anything more intimate, more personal than letting a person you love fuck you up the ass. I'm sorry, that sounds so crude, but that's what it is. Now fuck me!"

I pulled my hips back a bit, then in again; she was so tight it almost hurt. Almost.

Lying on her back prevented me from moving much so I pushed myself away and stood up again, placing my hands on her hips. Nellie had removed her hands from her ass cheeks and was using them to support her weight on the couch, to brace herself.

I pulled my hips back again, this time pulling my cock almost all the way out. I could see her anus pull out with me, glimpsing the inner pink flesh, then I rammed it back in. Smack! "Uhhh," I heard. Again. "Uhhh!" And then I was pounding into her, "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Nellie was raising her ass to receive the onslaught, clenching as I withdrew. I was going out of my mind! Never before had I felt anything like it. I stopped for a moment, resting, my breath coming hard and fast.

I would normally have shot my seed by now, but the tightness of her anal ring was holding me back, and the fact that I had cum twice today already.

I took the tube of Astroglide and poured another big dollop onto my cock, spreading it with my fingers. I reached down and spread some in and around her cunt, my fingers penetrating her, then around and over her clitoris. "That's so nice. But I want my baby to cum in Mommy's ass, deep and hot. You can pleasure me later."

I returned both hands to her hips and really started to pound into her. The couch was moving forward under the onslaught, forcing me to shuffle forward. The slight change of angle felt so good, almost loosening some of the pressure of her anal muscles, and I felt myself start to cum. I rammed in as hard as I could, as deep as I could get. The express train started at my toes, coursed up my body, taking my breath away. My cock convulsed and I could feel each spurt of semen as an individual orgasm as I came deep in Nellie's bowels.

"Baby, baby..." I heard Nellie chanting. "Let it all go. In my belly! That's it, yes. Oh, I love you!" I collapsed on top of her as the massive orgasm subsided, her warm back against my chest. "Baby, baby..."

I lay like that on top of her for what seemed a long time; my breath slowing, my heart stopping its pounding. I was warm and contented, still deeply sheathed in her ass. "Don't go to sleep now, the others will be back soon. We need to clean up."

I slowly pulled out of her, standing up. I could see the cum seeping out of her anus as she turned towards me, rising stiffly to her feet. "If Astroglide tasted better I would suck you clean." She reached up and, putting a hand behind my head, she pulled my lips to hers, kissing me deeply. "Thank you, that was wonderful."

I was speechless. Thank me! It was Nellie who needed thanking; who needed admiration and love.

Nellie took my hand and led me naked up the stairs. I could see the combination of lube, semen and her love juices trickling down her thighs as she climbed the stairs in front of me. Erotic was not the word; I could not think of any word that described the intensely sexual picture before me.

We were sitting watching television and drinking wine when the other two returned. It was almost dark outside and the air was cold. I had made a fire and it was cozy in the living room. I heard the garage doors open, then close. They came down the stairs together. Michael, slightly ahead was smiling, Clara had bright red spots on her cheeks.

"Hello, the travelers!" Nellie greeted them. "Come and sit by the fire and warm up. What can I get you guys to drink?"

When we were all seated Nellie asked how their day had gone. Michael replied, "Oh, I took Clarissa to places she has never been!" He kept his face straight; Clara blushed deep red, choking on her wine. He patted her on the back. "There, there my dear. Can you believe, Clarissa has never been to Port Elizabeth before?"

We all looked at Clara and she blushed even deeper red, if that is possible. She looked around like a rabbit looking for a hole. No escape! She recovered quickly. "Oh! Yes! Michael," 'Maychael', "Took me around and showed me the sights, the beautiful buildings."

"Clara certainly enjoyed the sights," Michael quipped and Clara looked down, still blushing. Changing the subject he asked, "What have you two lazybones been up to?"

"I did some shopping, cleaned around the house. John worked on his computer, read his book, lazed in the sun. We caught up on old times, very lazy and uneventful." She caught my eye and smiled. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

"What about going through to Port Alfred for lunch tomorrow? That new artist, Rob McKenzie, has some of his paintings up in the restaurant at the old wharf. Worth seeing. My treat," Michael said. We all agreed.

The rest of the evening passed easily and uneventfully. By ten we were in bed; Clara lay on her side of the bed, the duvet up to her chin. "Don't you dare come near me! Last night..."

I smiled in the dark. If only she knew...

We had a wonderful, albeit frustrating, time the next day. Nellie teased me by bending over in front of me on the stairs showing me her panty covered pussy. In the restaurant she slid her bare foot up my shin under the table; I could do nothing in response. The sexual tension was very high. Michael made some veiled references to his and Clara's trip to Port Elizabeth. I glanced at Nellie to see how she was taking it; she smiled and ran her toes up my shin.

After lunch we went down to the breakwater at the river mouth and watched the giant waves roll in and burst over the rocks, the spray flying high into the air only to be blown away by the wind. Nellie and I climbed out of the car and walked a little way down the breakwater to feel the power of the wind and the sea. I took her hand as we stood there watching. "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what? That Michael's doing your wife? That you're doing your mother?" She looked at me. "I'm not sorry!" She looked away. "They deserve each other." She squeezed my hand.

When we returned to the car the red spots were again on Clara's cheeks and Michael was looking smug.

Back home I made a fire while Michael poured drinks. Nellie busied herself preparing food while Clara sat paging through a glossy magazine. When Michael went up to the garage to fetch more firewood I took the opportunity to cuddle up behind my mother, my crotch pressed against her backside. She gently pushed back clenching her muscles. I was erect again after a full day of sexual innuendo.

I turned her face towards me and kissed her lips, our tongues touching. It was a short kiss and, as I broke away, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Clara standing in the doorway looking at us, her mouth had fallen open in surprise and the red spots on her cheeks were back. She turned away before I could say anything. I hesitated a moment, then continued as though nothing had happened; Nellie was unaware of the incident.

The evening passed smoothly enough with Clara icily brittle towards me, polite to my mother and hanging on every word my father said; more than before, if that was possible.

When we were making plans for the next day Michael told us that he and my mother had to attend some function the next morning, but that it would be finished by lunch time. And then, depending on the weather, we could go and explore the beach at Cannon Rocks, a wild, untamed stretch of coast a few miles away. We all said good night and went to our bedrooms.

In bed first, naked as ever, I waited for Clara to come to bed expecting an explosion, recriminations. I rehearsed what I was going to say in my head; if she said this, I would say that. If she said that, I would say the other.

Eventually she emerged from the bathroom, climbed into her side of the bed, pulled the duvet up to her chin and turned the light off. She turned her back towards me, lying on the extreme edge of the bed away from me.

"Clara..." I said.

"I don't want to hear it! Kissing your mother! Never in my life..." she hissed. "If your father knew!"

"I..."

"I said I don't want to hear it!" She interrupted me.

I shrugged in the dark, rolled away from her, pulled the duvet up and went to sleep. When I awoke next morning, the sun was streaming in the window. Late. The house was quiet. I looked over to Clara's side of the bed. Empty.

I lay for a time enjoying the warmth, the peace. My need for a pee forced me eventually to climb out of bed and go to the bathroom. I had a morning erection from the full bladder making aiming the stream into the loo without messing difficult. I decide to pee while showering, solving the problem.

I stood there under the warm water, a long stream of pale yellow liquid spraying from the tip of my penis. As always I had left the door to the bedroom open and at that moment Clara walked through the room. She stopped at the sight of me, her mouth open in shock. Like last night. She was rooted to the spot. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!" she gasped, her voice clear above the running water. "How could you? Your father..."

I turned my back on her. I finished showering, dried myself, dressed in a warm track suit, and then went down to the kitchen for coffee. I saw Clara in the living room on my way through. "Would you like some coffee? Tea?" No answer. I made a pot of filter coffee then, mug in hand, walked through to the sitting room.

Clara ignored me.

I sat down and looked at her. She was sitting upright, knees together, dress primly pulled down, pretending to read a periodical, some glossy home-makers magazine; English, of course. "We need to talk," I said.

"Nothing you can say will make any difference. Nothing!" The red spots were back on her cheeks.

"Clara..."

"Nothing! You are the most disgusting person I have ever met! Kissing your mother as though she were a whore. Urinating in the shower. You never wear clothes to bed. Shorts without shoes, no shirt. The list goes on and on! Your father..."

That was enough for me, I stood up and walked out the room. "Don't you dare walk away while I'm talking!" She screamed at my back. I carried on walking, up the stairs to our bedroom where I retrieved my computer and returned to the sitting room.

Clara continued as though I had not left the room. "You expect me to carry my own suitcase, to open my own doors. Your father..."

"Yes, my father," I interrupted. "I have something here I want you to look at." I fired up the computer while I talked, entering the password.

"Nothing you have could possibly interest me! I don't want to see it."

I selected the video of Clara and my father and pressed play, turning the screen towards her. She turned away, "I don't..."

I reached out and grabbed her behind the neck forcing her face towards the screen. She screamed, fighting me with all her strength. I held her tight. "Ow, you're hurting me! Let me go!!"

"Look at the screen!" I shouted. Slowly she stopped struggling as the pictures on the screen registered. I loosened my grip. She stared. When it came to an end I pressed the play button and we watched the whole video a second time. Then a third time.

When it was finished we sat in silence. I said, "Yes, my father..." I paused. "Did you enjoy his fingers up your cunt? Who's the whore now? As though he wasn't finger fucking you hard enough, you had to grab his hand and slam it into yourself. More! Harder! Did you enjoy it when he spunked all over the place?" I used the term my mother had used that day. "Did he have his thumb up your ass? Watch it again!" I pressed the play button.

After it had run its course I sat back and looked at her. "Do you think I didn't see you caressing his prick through his trousers, the way you did me, thousands of times! You're a disgusting cock-tease!" I asked again, "Who's the whore here? Who?" Now I was shouting.

I grabbed her behind the neck again and dragged her off the sofa. "Ow! Ow! You're hurting me!" I pulled her to the end of the sofa where Nellie had exposed herself to me the previous afternoon, not that I was thinking of that right now!

I forced her down till she was lying over the armrest, her ass in the air. She was kicking her legs, her hands trying to get to my hand holding her brutally in place. As she tired, I swapped hands and then reached down and flipped her skirt up over her back. I saw that she was wearing a skimpy G-string, her perfect cheeks open to my view, the skin white and fine. Perfect? I could clearly see four red wheals across both ass cheeks; red wheals with a faint blue line down the middle of each. Someone had taken a cane to her recently.

I raised my hand and smacked her hard on her right cheek. The cheek jumped, her buttocks clenched. She screamed. I smacked the other cheek. Really hard! I am a big man, played squash for many years. Smack! Smack! Smack! I lost count after ten.

When I stopped both her ass cheeks were bright red. Clara was whimpering, her legs were spread.

Still holding her behind the neck I reached down and felt between her legs, my fingers pushing under the tiny triangle of fabric covering her crotch. I was shocked at how hot and wet she was; I was expecting a tight dry pussy from the brutal beating I had given her. As she felt my invading hand her legs snapped together. Smack! "Open your legs! Wide!" No response. Smack! Her legs shot open. I pulled the G-string down leaving it at the top of her thighs, then felt again for her pussy. My fingers slipped easily in.

"Is this what Michael does? My father?" No reply. Smack!

Clara screamed into the pillow, "Stop! Please stop. You're hurting me!"

"Answer my question!"

"Yes," the answer muffled by the pillows.

I pumped my fingers deep into her pussy; she was so wet! "I can't hear you."

"Yes!" She shouted.

I leaned forward and dropped a dollop of spit into her deep crease, onto the faint pink skin surrounding her tiny hole. Keeping my fingers deep inside her I placed my thumb on her sphincter and pressed. My thumb slowly disappeared.

"Nooooo! Please..." her cheeks clenched trying to deny me access, her legs closing on my hand.

I pushed relentlessly until my thumb was fully embedded. "Does Michael do this too?"

"No! He never..." Clara was sobbing now. I tightened the grip on her neck. "Yes, yes..."

I started pumping my hand in and out, three fingers in her cunt, my thumb in her ass. "And you liked it?" No reply. I pumped harder, brutally, my hand slapping her red cheeks. "Didn't you?" I shouted.

"Yes!" Her legs spread almost of their own accord. "Yes! Hurt me! Harder!" Her juices were flowing, my fingers were squelching in and out; her pelvis tilted up giving me access, almost sucking my fingers back in. I felt her tense, go completely rigid. "Aaaah!" She screamed into the pillow. "Aaaaaaaah!" A long drawn out scream.

When I felt her relax I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, my thumb out of her ass. "My turn now!" Still holding her down by the neck with my left hand I pulled my trousers and underpants down, struggling to free my rampant cock. I kicked the clothes off.

"No!" She screamed, "Not there! Please!" her legs closed and her buttocks clenched together.

Smack! She wailed at the unexpectedness of it. Smack! "Who said I wanted to fuck you in the ass? No, you're going to suck my cock! And I'm going to cum in your mouth! And you're going to swallow!"

"No!" She started to struggle again.

Smack! Smack! "Yes!" I pulled her off the armrest; she landed on her hands and knees. I sat down on the couch, my bum on the very edge, my cock sticking up in the air, precum dripping from the tip. I brought her face closer. "No! I..."

"You will do as I say or you'll be really sorry!" I said this quietly. "And I mean really sorry. So far I've been playing with you. Don't make me get angry or you'll regret it." She was looking at me, her face pale. I took her face between both my hands and brought her closer. She did not resist, her eyes now fixed on my cock. I pulled her face down to my crotch and she opened her mouth to receive my cock head.

Clara was kneeling between my legs, her hands on either side of my thighs. "Use your hands as well." She moved her right hand and gripped the base of my cock. I pulled her head down further, seeing my cock disappear in her mouth, her lips tight around the shaft. I pulled her head away again; my shaft was slick with saliva.

"Come on," I said, "Use your hand as well. Pump my cock." I was pulling her head up and down, my hands on either side of her face. She moved her hand up and down in time with her head, her eyes closed. I pulled her face down hard and held it there, my cock deeply embedded in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide; she tried to pull her head away but I held her there. Her face went red and I relented; she jerked her head up, coughing, long trails of spittle joining her lips and my cock.

"Both hands," I said and forced her head back down. Clara placed her left hand flat on my stomach, her thumb and forefinger encircling the base, the other hand around my cock. I started moving her head rhythmically up and down, fucking her mouth. "Use your tongue," I hissed, holding her still with my cock head right at her lips, almost out. I felt her swirl it around the head. The sensation was unbelievable.

I moved her head up and down, speeding up. As I felt myself getting close I stopped; again my penis just inside her lips. I did not have to tell her this time to use her tongue. As I came off the boil, I slowed the pace, pumping my cock deep, then slowly out; I could see her cheeks go concave as I pulled out. "Yes, suck. That's it. Yes! Yes!" I was chanting in time with the thrusts. Faster. I felt my orgasm suddenly hit me. I could hold back no more! I pulled her head hard down against my stomach, her nose in my pubic hair as I felt myself squirting deep in her throat. Clara was fighting me with all her strength but I held her there until I stopped convulsing, stopped shooting sperm into her warm mouth. As I relaxed, she jerked her head back gasping for air, coughing. There was milky cum on her lips, dripping onto my lap. Her eyes were wide, watering.

I tried to pull her mouth back onto my still rigid cock but she turned her face away, still coughing and spluttering. I held her cheek tight against my stomach till the spell passed. There was cum all over my stomach and balls, now in her hair and on her cheek. "Now lick it up. Clean up the mess you made!" I released her head. She did not move. "Clara!" I said menacingly.

"I'll be sick!" She said looking up at me, her cheeks bright red.

"Then you'll have a lot more to lick up!" I took a handful of hair and pulled her face down towards my stomach. I saw her tongue come out tentatively, then I felt the warmth as she licked. I let go of her hair and let her go at her own pace.

She licked my stomach and around the base of my cock. "Now my balls. Suck them clean!" After a moment's hesitation she complied, holding my cock up, bending far forward.

When I considered the task done I pulled her head up, again gripping the hair on either side of her face. Her eyes were downcast. "Look at me!" I said. Her eyes lifted to meet mine. "Now listen to me very carefully. This business of 'your father' will stop immediately. He's my father, I know him better than you do and he's not a snob. A philanderer, an adulterer, yes. But not a snob. Do you understand?" No answer. I shook her, "Do you understand?" She nodded.

"Now tell me why he gave you a whipping yesterday?" I was guessing, but who else could have done it? Again no answer. "If you don't answer I'll give another hiding! Not a gentle spanking like a moment ago. A real hiding with my belt! Do you understand?" She nodded. "Now, why did he whip you yesterday?"

"I... I wouldn't let him... um... I wouldn't let him put his... thing back there." Her cheeks were bright red again.

"You mean you wouldn't let him fuck you up the ass?" I was being deliberately crude; all these months of frustration still very strong. She nodded. "So he whipped you. What did he use?"

"A... um... a riding crop."

"Did you let him fuck you up the ass after that?"

"We tried, but he was too big. The pain was too much!" There were tears welling.

"But you let him fuck you in your bald pussy?"

She nodded, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..."

I let her go, suddenly tired. Cruelty was not in my nature; I had never hit anyone before never forced anyone to do anything against their will although I could not deny getting aroused by spanking Clara, especially when I found how wet she was from being spanked. She was obviously turned on by force, by domination, maybe pain.

But now the moment had passed and I felt slightly sick. Clara had sunk down onto her haunches in front of me. "What... what are you going to do with that video clip?"

What was I going to do with it? "I'm going to keep it ready to send to everyone I, we, know if you step out of line again. If you start your shit about being so superior, being a cock tease."

"I promise we can have... be intimate any time you want. But please delete that video."

As she spoke I realized that I did not want to have sex with Clara. Too much water had passed under the bridge; the infatuation had washed away leaving only a longing, a love for my mother.

"No. That's not what I want anymore, you've effectively killed that. I don't care if you cock tease Michael, he'll soon set things right. The way you like it, forcing you to do anything and everything he wants. I don't care if you and he are intimate." An idea hovered in my brain. Was I bold enough to say it? "In fact, I want you to encourage him, even initiate intimacy. When we're all out on the deck together next time I want you to spread sun cream on his body. Take it a bit further. Feel him up, masturbate him. Let him stick a finger up your pussy, into your ass. And we'll be watching! Nellie and I, I mean."

"No..."

"Remember the video."

"That's too much! As disgust... I mean, as harsh as you are, you know that'll never happen, cannot ever happen. Michael will never do anything to me in front of you or your mother. He loves your mother, he told me so."

"He has a funny way of showing it!" I said. I knew what she was saying was true and that I could not expect her to comply with my demands. I certainly could not predict how Michael might react to an advance from Clara with Nellie and I within spitting distance.

"When the time comes you'll do as I say and we'll see what happens. Do you understand?" Clara nodded meekly. "Right, time for lunch. I'll have a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich, plenty cheese!"

That afternoon we explored the beach at Cannon Rocks as planned; the four of us wandered slowly along the beach collecting shells, looking for driftwood and generally enjoying the good weather. Wellington chased seagulls, sticks and anything that caught his attention.

Clara was subdued, walking slightly stiffly. I saw her wince once when she bent to pick up a shell, I must have hit her hard! Michael fussed around her, asking if she was alright. "Just a little stiff from our walk the other day," she said, blushing.

Michael placed her hand solicitously under his arm and insisted that they turn around and return to the car. "You two carry on walking if you want to. I'll take this poor girl back to the car and we'll wait for you there. Take your time!"

When they were out of earshot Nellie asked, "What's up with you two?"

After a moment's hesitation I told her what had transpired that morning. "That was cruel! Not the John I know." She looked at me sternly, then smiled, "So that's why she's walking like John Wayne's sister. Serves her right! What are you going to do now?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I do know I don't want to spend the rest of my life with her. I also know that I'm in love with you, but you're my mother and..." I left the rest unsaid, hugging Nellie to me. After a long moment I held her away from me, "Want a little fun?"

She looked at me, uncertain, "Fun?"

"Put the lead on Wellington and come with me." Lead in hand I led the way back along the beach following the line where the undergrowth met the beach, up above the high water mark. When we crested one of the dunes I saw Michael and Clara walking way ahead of us, tiny specs in the distance. I held out my hand and stopped Nellie from continuing. When they disappeared around a headland I led the way forward, walking swiftly.

"You're wicked!" She said, matching me pace for pace, Wellington trotting at my side.

"Would you rather not?" I asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" We continued walking hand-in-hand, taking long strides in the soft sand. By the time we reached the headland where we had watched the other two disappear we were both breathing hard. "We need to be a little cautious now," I said between breaths.

"Where are they?"

"I'm guessing they're at that little clearing in the bush where the track from the car park comes out onto the beach."

"Where that old wooden bench is?"

"Exactly!" I said. "It's all overgrown, nobody uses it anymore, and they can see the sea from there, hoping they'll see us before we see them. I'm going to leave Wellington here." I tied his lead to a tree. "Stay!" I said, holding up my index finger. He lay down as he always does when we go shopping and leave him at the shop entrance. He was used to this.

I took Nellie's hand and we skirted the bushes, walking slowly now. We were screened from the bench clearing by the thick Eastern Cape bush, and by the rise and fall in the white sand dunes. When we were only about ten yards from the alcove we stopped and listened, standing in the shade of the verdant growth.

"No! Someone will see us!" I heard Clara say. Her voice was clear above the sound of the breakers.

"No one can see us here; nobody walks this beach during the week, certainly not this late in the afternoon in winter." It was more difficult to hear Michael, his voice lower, more relaxed. "Now pull your top down and let me see those beautiful titties of yours."

"No..."

"Have you already forgotten the lesson I gave you yesterday?" His voice was more menacing.

"But they'll see us when they come back."

"They're miles away, probably doing what we're doing. They're so into each other they'll not notice an earthquake. Now pull that top down!" A pause then, "There! That wasn't so bad. They are so beautiful. Come here, I want to suck those pink tips, worship them." Silence.

We crept forward keeping to the deep shadow. A few yards further I caught a glimpse of color, the orange of Michael's shirt. I moved a little further crouching down until I could see him clearly through the leaves and branches. He was sitting on the bench facing the entrance into the grove which was about ninety degrees away from where we were kneeling. Clara was standing in front of him, her shirt off and her swimming costume top pulled down leaving both her breasts open to our view; they were picture-book perfect. Michael was nuzzling one with his lips. Clara stood there with her eyes closed, head back, her hands on his shoulders.

"Beautiful!" He moved his lips to the other nipple, the vacated nub erect, glistening with saliva. Suddenly she jumped, her eyes shooting open, "Aaaah!" He must have bitten her. Her hand moved to the back of his head pulling him closer. I saw his hand move up under her skirt. After a moment she spread her feet a little further apart.

I whispered in Nellie's ear, "Can you see?" She nodded, letting go of my hand and sliding her hand over the growing bulge in my shorts.

"I can feel you've got a good view," she whispered back, I smiled. I moved slightly backwards so that Nellie was in front of me and I was looking over her shoulder. I reached around and traced the outline of an erect nipple. She pushed back against me. With my free hand I reached for my phone, selected silent, then video, then the record button. I aimed it in their general direction.

"My turn," I heard Michael say. They swapped positions, Michael standing, Clara sitting. We kept absolutely still. "Pull my pants down and show me that you remember what I showed you yesterday."

"Michae..." His hand flashed and I heard the slap, loud in the clearing. She screamed. He had flat-handed her breast!

"Now do as I say, or I'll put you over my knee and paddle that pretty little backside of yours!"

We were no more than ten yards away from them and I could see the red hand print on her alabaster skin; that was no loving swat! I kept recording.

With trembling hands Clara reached out, first undoing his belt, the button, the zip, then pulled his trousers down to his knees; his underpants were stretched to their limit by his very obvious erection. Using both hands she freed his cock and pulled them down. Clara then took his cock in both hands and stared jacking him hard and fast.

"No! That's not what I showed you." He moved around the end of the bench facing more towards us. "One hand. Slowly. Use the other hand to trace my testicles, explore between my legs, tease my back door. Rub the head against those beautiful titties of yours. Then, when I'm ready, you'll take me in your mouth and suck me off. Do you remember?"

She nodded mutely, one hand reaching between his legs. From where we knelt we could see every detail, her small hand between his legs, her other hand holding his fat erection. His one hand rested on her shoulder.

I have never thought about watching others being intimate, peeping, being a voyeur. I suppose that, before the first episode at the pool, the opportunity had never come my way. I could not believe how sexually exciting I found this spectacle. I could tell that Nellie shared the excitement, her erect nipples, her breathing, her body language.

Standing, his cock was about level with her breasts. She rubbed the head against her obviously hard nipples. "Use some saliva. Let Big John glide over your eager nipples." 'Big John'? I smiled to myself.

Clara let go of his cock and put her fingers to her mouth. Slap! Her hair flew out sideways, her face turned. "Into your mouth, like I showed you yesterday!" She bent forward and engulfed the swollen red head with her mouth. I could see tears starting down her cheeks. "Aaaah! Yes! You remember! Not so difficult is it?" I could see her head shake. "Now rub Big John over those sensitive nipples. Yessss." He was sighing, swaying in time with her ministrations.

I slipped a hand down the front of Nellie's trousers, under her bikini bottom. I used my fingers to comb through her pubic bush, then down between her lips. I moved my finger up and down from her clitoris to her vaginal opening and back, spreading her wetness. She pushed against my hand.

"If we had more time I would lay you down on this bench and screw the daylights out of you. I know how wet you are!" Michael said, pumping his hips in time with her hand, which was pumping his cock quite hard. I could see the head go dark red purple as she pulled, the veins standing out. "Yes! That's just how I like it! Show me how wet you are. Pull down your panties so I can see." She hesitated. "Now!"

"I've got a swimming costume on," she said meekly.

"Well, pull it to one side." he said hoarsely. "Show me now!"

Clara removed her hand from between his legs and reached down to her crotch. From where we knelt I could not see her privates, but she had spread her legs wide, lifting her bottom for a moment. Michael was looking down. Clara's hand had stopped pumping his cock, just holding it. "Beautiful! Spread your lips so I can see!" I saw her hand move. "That's it! Now play with yourself." Her hand moved. He stood staring down.

I could feel Nellie's pussy getting wetter. She turned her head and whispered in my ear, "Wish I could see her pussy."

"So do I," I whispered back, rubbing her swollen clitoris. I checked that the two were still center of screen.

After a long moment Michael reached his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him, forcing his cock into her mouth, all the way in until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. She gagged and he let her go. Her head jerked backwards leaving a trail of white saliva. She coughed, "Michael..."

"Sorry my love, but you must learn to take all of me into your mouth, deep throat me. Relax your muscles and let it slip in and out. Go on now and try." He released the back of her head and, placing one hand on her shoulder; he stretched down and started fondling her nipple. "Are you still playing with yourself?" he asked.

She nodded. I could see her hand moving rapidly between her legs.

Absently I was rubbing Nellie's clitoris harder and she was grinding her buttocks into my crotch. I heard Michael say, "Hold that hand up, I want to taste your pussy on your fingers." He was thrusting faster into her mouth and she placed her other hand on his hip, pulling him rhythmically into her mouth. She reached up and he took her fingers into his mouth. "Yessss!" He started thrusting his hips rapidly, forcing his erection deeper into her mouth, fasted, harder. "Yesss..." I could see her throat convulsing as he started to ejaculate.

I felt Nellie tense, then thrust against my hand as she came; she reached up and put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making a noise. Michael must have caught the movement in the corner of his eye and he turned to stare, looking me straight in the eyes. But he could not stop thrusting frantically into Clara's mouth. I could see cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, thick and white. Eventually he stopped thrusting and then remained still, frozen in time as we stared at each other.

I had let my hand holding the camera drop and, removing my other hand from Nellie's wet pussy, I slowly lifted a finger to my lips indicating silence. Then I took her hand and we quietly withdrew the way we had come. When we were clear we stood up and walked rapidly away, retracing our tracks in the sand.

When we reached Wellington, still tied to the tree, I took Nellie in my arms and kissed her, hard, desperately, all the built up carnal desire making the kiss brutal. I pushed her backwards until she was lying on her back in the warm sand with me positioned between her legs, our lips still locked. Reaching between us I started undoing her shirt buttons, Nellie undoing her trousers. I did not bother to undo her bikini top, just pushed the cups up revealing her full breasts.

Nellie squirmed under me pushing her trousers down as I reached between us and pushed my trousers and underpants down to my knees. Then I was in her, buried to the hilt. In a frenzy I thrust into her, deep and hard; Nellie tilted her pelvis to receive the thrusts, her breath being knocked from her by my violent thrusts.

"Did that excite you? Seeing Michael fuck her face? Seeing him cum in her mouth? Seeing him suck her fingers?" I hardly heard her words as the blood pounded in my ears. I thrust deep and hard. "Do you want to taste me? Do you?"

"Yes! Yes!" I could feel her warm cunt gripping my cock as Nellie squeezed her thighs together under me. Neither of us could spread our legs with our trousers at our knees; I felt her hand reach between us, felt her fingers slip into her wet canal along with my cock. She was so full and tight! Then her fingers were in my mouth, her tongue too, sharing the erotic essence.

"I'm cumming!" I cried.

"Yes! Deep inside me! Yes!" Nellie reached behind me and, using her free hand, pulled me hard into her, as deep as I could go. I could feel the cum hosing inside her cunt with each ecstatic spasm, on and on. Stars and blackness swirled in my brain as the fugue passed.

When I again became aware of my surroundings Nellie was stroking my back. "I love you, I love you," she chanted.

"I love you too," I managed to utter, my mouth dry.

We lay entwined for a few minutes. Eventually Nellie said, "You're heavy..."

Contritely I raised my weight up on my elbows and said, "I'm sorry. That was selfish. But that was wonderful! The best I've ever had."

She laughed, "And I've got sand everywhere! We'll have to swim before we get back to the car. I'm also sure we stink of sex."

I laughed, "You think more than Clara? And stink isn't the right word. Perfumed? Salted? No... But 'stink' is definitely wrong!" I raised myself to my knees, then to my feet and reached down to help Nellie up. She looked so erotic with her breasts bared, her trousers around her knees and our love juices slick on her thighs. "Come, we had better move before they drive away without us.

Pulling our clothes off, we ran down to the water and dived in, the cold water taking my breath away. After a few minutes we walked up the beach and, pulling our clothes onto wet bodies, then we jogged back towards the car park, Wellington racing ahead of us. Neither of us had donned any underwear.

When we reached the car, Michael and Clara were sitting in the front seats talking. Michael saw us and bellowed, "I thought you two had drowned! Come on, I'm not sure about you but I'm dying of thirst!" Clara sat looking straight ahead.

When we were on the road, Wellington in the load bed, Nellie and I in the back, Clara and Michael in the front, I took Nellie's hand and squeezed it. Her hand felt warm and small in mine, like it belonged there. "What are we going to do for supper?" I asked.

At home, Michael pulled the car into the garage. The girls went ahead with Wellington. Michael said, "We need to talk..."

"Yes, we certainly do." I looked at him, "But not now. Let's sleep on it and maybe you and I can go for breakfast in the morning. Right now I could do with a glass of wine." He looked at me uncertainly. "I'm not mad at you if that's what's worrying you. On the contrary, I'm quite relieved. We'll talk about it tomorrow." I could see the relief in his face.

After a very strained dinner we all said good night and went to bed. I was lying in bed reading when Clara unlocked the bathroom door and climbed into the bed wearing her usual skimpy nightie, making sure she was on the very furthest edge of the bed. She pulled the covers primly up to her chin.

I felt a little sorry for her, having been abused by Michael and by me; and Nellie had not been overly friendly. I put my book down and turned towards her. "Don't you dare..." she rasped looking up at the ceiling.

My feelings of sympathy evaporated. "Don't I dare what? Suck your nipples? Rub my cockhead over your 'titties'?" I paraphrased Michael, "Watch you while you play with yourself? Cum in your mouth?"

Clara closed her eyes, her face blushing deep red. "You were watching?" More a statement than a question.

"All of it!" I lay back and looked at the ceiling. I was surprised that I had a raging erection. "Where did we go wrong? You're beautiful; I've always found you sexually exciting but you've kept me at arm's length, teased me, and only tolerated my advances when I was absolutely desperate. And then only lying there like a warm corpse. Why?" No answer. "Do you like being slapped, beaten, humiliated?" No answer.

The silence stretched. I said, "You're welcome to Michael; he obviously touches you in places I don't, and no pun intended. I've seen how you react to his charms. Remember our deal, I want you to get intimate with him while we're present. So we can watch." I knew I was taking license but did not care.

"John..."

"I want you to masturbate him, slowly. Take his cock in your hand, pull the loose skin up over the head, hold it there. Then pull the skin hard back, hold it there." I pushed the duvet down revealing my rampant erection. "Show me how you're going to do it."

"John..." she said again, plaintively.

"Show me!" I ordered. Slowly Clara rolled towards me, reached out and wrapped her warm hand around my cock. I shivered. She started moving her hand up and down. "Like this?" I wrapped my hand around hers, then started moving as though I was masturbating myself, squeezing on the upstroke feeling the warmth of her hand and my foreskin covering the head, agonizingly slowly on the down stroke, holding it there for a moment, then back, hard and fast. I started to ooze precum, clear and slick. "Use your other hand and spread it over the head." She reached out. "Gently! It's very sensitive there."

Clara was lying on her side staring at our hands, my hard cock; her mouth was open, her breath fast, red spots on her cheeks. I removed my hand from on top of hers and slid it down the neck of her nightie, reaching for a breast. Clara froze. "Don't stop!" I felt a hard nipple and squeezed, her hand resumed its slow movement.

Between my thumb and forefinger I rolled the hard nub one way, then the other. Hard. Then I squeezed and pulled; it must have hurt her because she was making quiet mewing noises, but her breath was coming faster and louder. I moved my hand to her other nipple and started torturing it in turn. Clara's hand was moving faster and harder.

"Play with yourself," I whispered. After a moment's hesitation she slipped her left hand under her nightie and down the front of her panties. "Pull them down so I can see what you're doing," I twisted her nipple. Letting go of me she used both hands to pull her panties to her knees, kicking them off her feet.

Then her right hand was back on my cock, her left moving rapidly between her widespread legs. I could not see her fingers penetrating her pussy from where I lay but I could hear the wet slapping and I could smell her woman's smell. Her eyes were wide and fixed on my cock as her hand moved up and down; a clear stream of precum oozed out and dripped over her knuckles.

I was getting close. "When I cum I want you to time your pumping with my spurts, to milk me dry. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Ready? I'm cumming!" I started humping my hips against her hand and she took her timing from my thrusts. The first spurt of hot goo landed on my chest, the next on my neck, her hand flying up and down my cock in time with the contractions. As the ejaculations subsided, the last of the sperm dribbled from my cockhead over her grasping hand and into my pubic hair.

I stopped her movement with my hand as I became too sensitive and lay back with my eyes closed, recovering, breathing hard. After a while I took my hand out of Clara's top and squirmed around on the bed until I was lying with my head between her feet, her legs still spread wide, her knees slightly bent. "Now I want to see you cum!"