MUM COMES HOUSE-HUNTING

Dear Mum, she's a proper sweetheart - anyone would fall in love with her! Her name's Titania - after the queen of the fairies, simply because my grandfather loved Shakespeare! Oh well - now you can understand why I don't call her by her Christian name - can you just hear me calling her Titty...however correct and accurate that abbreviation might be!

Anyway, she's five foot four and I'd guess she weighs in around eight stone or so - that's hundred and twenty pounds give or take a bit and I'd guess some sixty pounds less than me. She's quite buxom really but that merely seemed to enhance her allure. Actually the dictionary definition of buxom is "plump, with a full figure and large breasts" - so perhaps I'm being a bit rude about her, although not necessarily about her breasts!

At least the definition is partially right because she's sweetly padded in all the right places, so much so that your eyes tend to follow her around a room with vaguely lustful feelings that us men have for a good looking woman. The best thing about her body is definitely that her breasts, generous as they are, still seem to still be remarkably perky. Perhaps her bra helps but I've a feeling that nature has done her proud and given her some fine upstanding mammaries! Mother Nature certainly gave her some great legs and a gorgeously well turned bum - not to mention a lovely warm and friendly face. And she's got those wicked come-to-bed eyes - not that I let them influence my mind!

I was always pleased that she'd obviously managed to pass a lot of her genes on to me - I'm so glad I didn't take after Dad!

When my Mother phoned me one day I wasn't surprised - but I was shocked by what she said.

"Darling, you'd better sit down," she said, her voice comforting, "I've got some really bad news; it's about your Dad."

And she went on to tell me that my Dad, my grumpy, morose, boring Dad had been killed - run down by a fork lift truck as he checked some stock in the factory yard.

Within minutes I'd dropped everything and in hours I was at Mum's side, only to find her hardly grieving at all as she told me the story.

I won't bore you with the details but it seemed that he'd strayed from the 'safe' area of the factory for some reason and although the company had tried to blame him, eventually they had to take the blame and Mum was paid compensation quite handsomely. On top of that, Dad was also reasonably well insured too.

And that evening her side of her story came out - my Dad hadn't been much of a husband - he'd been too domineering, too career centred; too inconsiderate - and Mum actually felt relieved to be rid of him. Suddenly she was going to be able to live her life the way she wanted to; able to express herself; able to enjoy herself again. She was still young and felt that life had been passing her by...

But there was the small matter of her house. It was once the home for the whole family home but now, containing just Mum and a cat, it was way too big and while it may have held many memories, it was now also an expensive waste of space, so it had to go. And it also seemed that Mum wouldn't object to leaving some of the memories behind, for that matter.

I have to be honest in that when I'd tried to look at the future, it had always been my hope that Dad would be the first to pass away as I never really fancied the idea of having to visit the old boy should he be the one to outlive the other, whereas visiting my Mother was no chore at all. In reality it seemed eminently likely that he would go first anyway, he being fifteen years older than my Mum although I'd never considered that an accident might take him away so early.

I'd been born when my Mother had just turned twenty and now, some twenty years later, she was still relatively youthful while I'd just about matured. There may have been that twenty year difference between us but we had many of the same pleasures in life.

Both my Mother and I are relatively proficient artists and enthusiastic writers so I guess I've acquired my interests from her genes and her knowledge. So much so that my life is now encapsulated by those skills - apart from my painting, I'm an illustrator for a major educational book publisher, as well as writing my own wildlife books. Well, just two books so far to be honest. Delightfully, those occupations are relatively stress-free - quality of work being given more credence and earning me more than quantity.

Dad on the other hand had been too much of a cold businessman for my liking - he just dealt in money and people. He was quite happy sitting behind a desk telling the rest of the world how to do things - an activity that I took little joy in doing and I'd even told him as much. But at least he was successful in his business world - I couldn't take that away from him.

My Mother was something of a 'trophy wife' in my opinion and truthfully I was surprised that their marriage lasted as long as it did. I'd have left the old so-and-so years before if I'd been my Mother, but she must have garnered some pleasures from her marriage. A good degree of security was her best outcome; Dad's insurances on top of a good pay-off and pension package left my Mother almost better off without him.

But she needed to dispose of his other prize possession - the large house and all its trappings and inevitably I became roped in to help.

So that's enough chatter - down to business...

Once Mum had got over the grief and all the paperwork, her mind immediately turned to her future and she called me to her side - not that I'd ever been all that far away.

"Chris darling, I'll need your help," she said in a straightforward manner on the phone, "I'm going to be house-hunting for a while, so could you find the time to help me, just for a little while? You can spare a bit of time, surely?"

"Of course I can," I replied cheerfully, "Be glad to help out; what're your plans?"

"I want to have a good look down on the south coast, I think, somewhere down near you perhaps," said Mum, "I've already had an agent come and take particulars of this house, so they'll look after this end but I do need to find the right place; the ideal place, that is."

"Ah - that'll be wonderful - you'd love it down here and it'll be excellent to have you near me. But you're not going to look for a house from a hundred miles away, are you? You're not going to drive down and then back again," I asked, "Surely not."

"No sweetheart," said Mum, her voice silky smooth and soft, "Of course not - that's why I phoned you. I wanted to ask if you could put me up for a week or two while I searched...perhaps you could even find time to take me round a few places as well."

"Of course I would Mum!" I replied happily, "The spare bedroom's always ready and I'm quite sure work can allow me as much spare time as you need - why, when were you thinking of coming down?"

She didn't need to apply any guile - I'd have done anything for her regardless...

"Couple of weeks time perhaps," said Mum cheerfully, "It'll be so lovely to see you - seems ages since we had a good get-together."

The conversation drifted off into odds and ends and eventually the call ended and I returned to my computer, but my mind wouldn't concentrate; instead my thoughts were suddenly below my waist as I realised that my cock was kind of half erect as if coiled and ready for quick action...but with whom?

Not my Mother, surely not!

I shook my head as I wondered why my penis had come awake while I'd been talking to my Mum. Yes, she'd been wheedling at me, softly speaking to me, but then she was always warm and friendly on the phone, so what else? Had it been the idea of Mum coming and staying with me for a while - perhaps that was it. Must have been, I eventually decided - just the idea of a woman sharing my house again was quite appealing, apparently.

My home needed a woman in it again. My wife and I had split up over a year ago; an amicable divorce followed a relatively short marriage and after I'd made a cash settlement to her I'd been left with few ties and a house to myself (and the bank of course). My granddad had died when I was quite young and had left a nice pile of cash in trust for me for when I turned twenty-one; hence the house; which was also why I won most of it back in the settlement. I'd bought it with plans for a family but now it's quite a large home for just me - four bedrooms, two bathrooms - along with a generous garden for that matter. My house is above the town proper, peacefully tucked away above the outer suburbs and with extensive views - those views substantially boosting the desirability of the house, or so my neighbours have told me.

Fortunately I'm an independent soul and I'm quite capable of cooking, cleaning and so on all by myself so I hadn't let it all get messy. The only thing I'm not so good at by myself is sex - tossing off; jerking off or having a wank alone can be remarkably boring after a while, can't it?

Oh well - never mind; down to work - but not 'work' as in writing or illustrating; instead I found myself getting the vacuum cleaner and polish out; checking that the house was presentable and the beds aired, etc.

I always had beds ready to make up in three bedrooms, the fourth bedroom currently being just a useful place to store things and now I prepared the other front bedroom for my Mother, checking the room with extra care. I wanted her to be happy here...

But even doing such mundane tasks I found my mind wandering, smoothing down the covers as if I was caressing a woman's sleek flanks or belly, holding the pillows as if holding soft and well-filled breasts; finding myself becoming aroused in no time.

Eventually I flung myself down on my own bed, ripped off my t-shirt and wriggled my jeans down to my knees. There was something that needed taking care of; that just wouldn't stop pestering me - my cock.

My rock hard, fully erect uncut throbbing cock that seemed to have only heard one word - woman! And that meant that it could be put to use - it hoped! My cock had no conscience; he merely responded to stimuli; he just wanted and expected action! But right now he'd have to put up with me doing it.

I lay on my back as I wanked, my hand sliding steadily up and down my shaft as my mind created pictures for me; pictures of a magnificent pair of swelling breasts being seductively exposed; of a prettily dimpled navel; of light-coloured knickers sliding down over swelling hips to reveal an enticing forest of curly hairs and a moist puffy slit. A peachy bum, sweetly split and those smooth, sleek thighs - ooooohhh yeahhhhh!

My hand worked faster in time with my imagination as the mysterious woman lowered herself astride my cock; her lips parting to engulf my polished, slippery, shiny knob; to let my eager length slide inside her hot liquefied opening. Her smooth tummy descended until her hole had engulfed my entire penis; until her pubes met mine; until she could lean forward to dangle her full breasts before my face. I reached up with my lips and tongue and sucked one of her raspberry-sized nipples into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the imagined nipple, my eyes closed, my hand still busy.

The woman's imaginary pussy was now working on my cock, squeezing and caressing it, sucking and smoothing it, bringing feelings to my mind, bringing spunk to my balls.

My hand worked faster and faster as my dream woman rose and fell, her breasts bouncing wildly now, her aroma strong in my nostrils and in the sensory parts of my brain; driving me wild with excitement.

And suddenly nothing could stop the powerful orgasm from peaking; overload was happening; erotic gates had been smashed open; archaic feelings from the annals of time were powering a primeval response - an upthrust of the hips; a pulsating of the gonads and penis; an eruption of semen...not into a receptive womb but through my fist - overflowing strongly to splatter down onto my chest, time and time again.

"Ooooohhh yeahhhh! Uuuuuhhhh, fuck!" I panted, "Oh fuckin' hell - yeahhh, yeahhhhh!"

Finally I could breathe properly again, dragging urgently needed oxygen into my labouring lungs until the tremors subsided and became mere quiverings of the flesh.

Finally I resurfaced and shook my head clear of those images while I felt around for the towel I'd put handy, then wiped the spunk from my body.

And eventually I sat up; feeling relieved and yet somehow disenchanted; perhaps even deprived.

The woman of my dreams was there and then gone, leaving me sated but wondering.

Who indeed was that woman? I had no idea except that I could still visualise her body; mature yet still, to me, as desirable as a nymph.

My urgent penis was pacified for now though and soon I was up and busy once more, my mind now clear of sexual thoughts as I finished my housework before settling myself once more at my computer; the need to fulfil my obligations to my publisher now at the forefront of my mind once more.

The day rolled inexorably along and suddenly I realised it was time to eat - well past time actually, so absorbed had I become.

And scorning diets, I made a nice dish of pasta with bits and pieces to go in it and over it and soon I was replete and reclining before the television with a can of lager in my hand, idly letting the world do its own thing. Life was good - well, at least it wasn't too tough, even if it was a bit boring at times without a good woman...

The days passed and then Mum was on the blower again - she'd be heading my way in the morning so she expected to be with me by lunchtime. I promised I'd get something ready for her and told her to take care and that I loved her; sentiments that were real and honest and which Mum returned to me as well.

I was positively bouncing with excitement that morning; Mum had never stayed with me before; it was going to be something of a culture shock no doubt, but fun nevertheless and I could hardly wait for her to arrive...but arrive she did, spot on time.

"Darling - so good to see you!" murmured Mum as she levered herself out of her car and embraced me, "Mmmm, you look so fit, so well; you're looking so handsome too!"

"So are you Mum," I replied as her generous breasts squashed firmly against my chest, "No, I don't mean handsome - I mean you're...you're beautiful!"

Mum beamed her pleasure, but beside her happiness I also felt that she was glowing with some kind of sexual power; somehow today she seemed to have an attractiveness that had nothing to do with just plain love or words.

We chuckled and joked together as she let me collect her bags and then, arm in arm, we made our way indoors, Mum distracted as she looked around.

"Isn't it lovely here," she said admiringly as she took in the view from the lounge, "What a wonderful place you have - I never realised it was so nice. Aren't you lucky to live here!"

As she spoke she divested herself of her jacket and stood there in the window in a pleasingly short skirt and pretty floral blouse, the sunlight enhancing her remarkably delectable outline, her happy face and her glowing hair. I felt my body and my penis respond to the sight - Mother or not, she was still a pretty woman, well worth at least a second glance, not to mention the way her body stirred something inside me.

Eventually she turned and came back to me, her sweet smile warming the very cockles of my heart; then reaching parts that it shouldn't have reached.

"Come on then darling, which room am I having?" she asked and I reached out to grasp her hand and to guide her upstairs.

She followed me readily as we mounted the stairs until I showed her into the big bedroom adjacent to mine, which also looked out over the garden, the lower part of the town and the bay - and once again Mum was captivated - by the room and by the view.

"Oh darling, this is blissful," she said happily, "Oh, I could just stand here all day looking at that view - there's so much to see everywhere."

I glowed happily as Mum now crossed the room and sat on the big double bed, bouncing up and down to test the mattress.

"Mmmmm, lovely and bouncy," she said with a wicked smile, "I'm going to sleep so well - like the proverbial log!"

We headed back downstairs where we made plans for her forthcoming outings. Mum had already obtained details of quite a number of properties and although I, with my local knowledge, had been able to tell her to ignore several of them, there were still the best part of a dozen properties to investigate, so we'd be busy for a while.

But so what - my Mum was with me and I could happily spend many hours in her company so it really wasn't going to be much of a chore.

We picked a selection of bungalows to view on the morrow, then settled down to lunch and to a peaceful chatty afternoon, Mum already completely 'at home' and relaxed.

"So how's life down here on your own?" she asked as we toured the garden, "Lonely?"

"Hmmmm, so-so," I replied, "But I've always got my work if I need something to occupy myself."

"Don't you miss having a woman around though?" she continued, "You seemed to be very attached to Jan until whatever happened...and what did really happen then?"

I couldn't keep anything from Mum, not that I wanted to hide anything, so I told her.

"Oh - I wanted to have some kids before I got too old," I said, "But Jan wasn't the motherly sort, I reckon; she wanted us to wait. She was a great wife and she was lovely but we just didn't see eye to eye over that and eventually that's what broke us up. Guess we should have found a way round it but it happened so that's that."

"What a pity," replied Mum, turning to me, "You'd have made a wonderful father...oh well, you're still so young. Oh well, you could easily start again, couldn't you?"

At twenty-three I had many, many years of life left in me and I still hankered after a family, so I agreed with her, while adding my own thoughts.

"I think I've become too attached to my work now though," I said as Mum and I now sat in the garden seat, our legs occasionally touching lightly, "Don't seem to find time for such things."

"Hmmm, we'll have to do something about that!" replied Mum, her hand coming to rest lightly on my thigh, "Have to see if I can get you fixed up with someone..."

I chuckled at the thought of Mum being a matchmaker but appreciated her concern - however, my heart wasn't into such an idea; my concern was for Mum and her own loneliness.

"What about you though?" I asked, "Aren't you too young to be on your own?"

"I'd love to find another man," said Mum, her hand soothingly sliding up and down my thigh, "But who'd have me at my age?"

"Mum, don't be stupid! You've not long turned forty - you're still in the prime of life," I said, "And any man would be proud to have you - heck, even I would."

I meant that as an innocent remark to express my opinion that she was generally desirable and it was only once I'd spoken that I realised exactly what I'd just said. I felt myself blushing quickly but Mum didn't seem to notice my blushing or my faux pas.

"No way," replied Mum coyly, her fingers squeezing me gently, "An old biddy like me?"

I scanned up and down her body, admiring her slim, smooth exposed legs; her trim waist, her slowly rising and falling bust and her cheerful, pretty face.

"Don't belittle yourself," I said seriously, "You're a very pretty woman and you're far too young to even think of being an old biddy. In fact I reckon you look better than some of the much younger woman I've met."

Mum leaned towards me and kissed my cheek, a warm soft kiss that sent waves of comfort through me and other feelings too, that seemed overtly and unexpectedly sexual. I lifted my arm and passed it behind her to reach around her back and to pull her to me, my fingers coming to rest briefly on the swell of the side of her breast as I did so, feeling something else begin to swell as I made contact.

Quickly I moved my fingers but Mum didn't seem to notice; instead she turned her body towards me, her lovely breasts now pushing against my side.

We kissed again - lips to lips - not an uncommon gesture between us, but today it was that much more charged up thanks to our ongoing discussion. Mum's lips were soft and warm and moist and I seemed to feel them moving over my lips in an undeniably sexual manner but we broke the kiss before anything else happened.

"You are a sweetheart," said Mum, as we rose from our seat, "You always think of me and not yourself; I could get to like that! Come on now, let's get indoors and think of what to eat, eh?"

'I could think of something to eat!' said my inner demon, but I quickly shut the wicked suggestion away as being entirely inappropriate...

Mum was stirring up some very naughty thoughts indeed!

Still arm in arm we sauntered indoors and were soon absorbed in planning our meal; nothing elaborate but something to celebrate the start of Mum's adventure, so to speak.

And yes, we ended up with that good old stand-by; steak and salad with fresh fruit for afters, accompanied by some soft sweet wine, a nice Sauternes that I'd found locally. Actually I'd bought several bottles while I was at it, knowing it was a wine that I both Mum and I liked.

That evening we both sat back on the settee, contentedly filled and seemingly preferring to be close rather than using the two armchairs and let our minds wander until we both found ourselves yawning and ready to retire. Tomorrow would be busy so an early night made sense...and eventually I let Mum head upstairs while I shut the house down, then followed her.

And just as I arrived at the head of the stairs I glanced up and there in her bedroom was Mum, stripped of her skirt and bent at the waist as she took off her tights. Her door was open wide and the view - earth-shaking! Her shapely arse was towards me; a completely cute arse utterly belying her age, hidden only by a remarkably skimpy pair of panties which were currently straining to contain her curves as she bent over.

I found myself stuck - open-mouthed as I admired the view, even thought I should have ignored it. I just stood there frozen, until Mum had remove her tights and stood upright, turning round as she did so.

And that's when she revealed even more to me; her blouse was open and her beautifully formed breasts were there, hidden partially but clearly revealed to me, her bra swollen by her flesh, her nipples squashed against the material firmly enough to mound it out of shape. And despite trying not to look, I could see the outline of her pubic bush through her knickers too.

I sucked in a deep breath to steady myself as I crossed the landing and Mum smiled at me.

"Ooops, sorry darling, didn't know you were there," she said with an enigmatic smile, "Were you enjoying the view?"

"Wow - yes - I mean, no, ummmm, sorry Mum, shouldn't have been looking, should I?" I stumbled around searching for the right words, "I was just coming up to bed too."

"I'd have shut my door if I was a prude," said Mum as she discarded her blouse, "Now, have I got time for a shower?"

"Course you have," I replied, glad to change the subject a bit, "I'd better show you how to work it though."

Warily I accompanied Mum into the bathroom where I explained the mildly confusing controls of the shower, all the time well aware that Mum's partially clad body was right at my side, until she gently pushed me aside.

"Thanks darling, that'll do," she said as she stepped into the shower cubicle, her luscious body sliding past mine, the material of her bra scratching softly against my arm, "I'll be fine now thanks."

"Yell if you need me," I replied, kind of hoping she would; partially praying that she wouldn't.

I glanced back as I left the room and Mum was bent again, this time in the process of removing her panties and it took a lot of strength to leave the room and leave behind the erotic sight of my Mother's very cute and naked posterior, her slight thigh gap revealing a small fluff of pubic hair on the pouch of flesh that was her pussy. Her breasts were naked too and I had a wonderful side-on view of them as they swayed with her movements.

Quickly I pulled my eyes away and moved to my room, throwing myself onto my bed, feeling my penis already stiffened even as I did so.

A year or so without a woman had left me as easily aroused as a teenager and her display had sent my hormones wild with erotic and incestual excitement. God, how easy it would have been to simply step up behind her and to slide my cock into place; to fuck the living daylights out of her! But how nasty I would have felt had I done the deed - alluring as my Mother might have been, she was still my Mother and not just another female.

My cock however had no such qualms; remaining stiff and throbbing with every beat of my heart as I heard the water running and my Mother singing quietly to herself while she showered.

I managed to get my nether regions to calm down eventually but I was suddenly shocked from my reverie by Mum's voice.

"Chris darling, could you help please?" she called and I was across the landing in a flash; cautiously cracking open the bathroom door.

"What's up Mum?" I asked, "Something wrong?"

"I can't reach the towel without stepping out," she said, "I don't want to get the floor all wet - could you get it for me?"

"Yeah - no problem," I replied as I reached for the towel which was hanging over the radiator.

It felt gloriously warm and snugly as I handed it to her; Mum's outstretched arm around the shower curtain revealing the side-swell of one of her breasts.

"Ooops - nearly!" she said, smiling cheerfully, "Thank you sweetheart - I'll be out in a few moments, then you can have the shower."

As she spoke she wrapped the towel around herself and pushed back the curtain - her action however allowing the towel to slip briefly. Most of a breast and her entire right side was exposed to my sight; even a few errant pubes. Another couple of inches and her entire pussy and her nipple would have been on view, before she covered herself again.

I felt things lurching inside me again as I absorbed the erotic sight and I heard myself gasp; the sight of so much female flesh an unexpected pleasure.

"Oh bugger!" she said as she stepped out of the shower, her long sleek legs still water-speckled and moist, "I'm getting so clumsy in my old age!"

"Old age, my foot!" I exclaimed, "You're not old at all - I told you, you're in the prime of your life, Mum!"

And then I wondered - was she being clumsy because she was showing her body off to me? Was she making advances to me; offering me her body? I shook my head. No way - Mum wasn't like that!

But perhaps she was! Why was it that I felt that sexual energy flowing from her when she arrived? She must have been 'in season' I decided - her fertile days after her period or something maybe. Perhaps she was feeling as horny as I was!

I tried to write it off but as I backed out of the bathroom Mum was already moving the towel around, now allowing it to ride higher as she dried her breasts and displaying her legs right up to what must have been only a few inches below her pussy!

Moving more quickly than her I shut the door and stood there on the landing; my head spinning; my cock throbbing; my legs quivering; my breath heaving.

I took a deep breath to steady myself as I walked to my room where once again I collapsed onto my bed - this time to await Mum's completion of her drying off.

Slowly my mind and body returned to normal as I concentrated on our planned activities for the next day instead of her body and I almost drifted off before I heard the bathroom door open and Mum call out.

"All yours darling!" she said, "See you in the morning. What time are we getting up by the way?"

She lingered outside her bedroom until I appeared, then smiled at me from beneath the wraps of her fluffy towelling dressing gown.

"I'll be up at seven," I said, "But you lie in until you're ready - unwind - have a good nights sleep; don't worry about tomorrow Mum."

"That'll be nice," she said, squirming inside her gown, "Will you bring me a cuppa then, when its time to get up?"

"Love to," I replied, "Probably around ninish, ok?"

Mum advanced towards me.

"Ooooh that'll do nicely. A goodnight kiss then a lovely sleep, darling." she asked as she puckered up and I smiled.

"Of course Mum, goodnight then, see you in the morning," I said as our lips met and smacked kisses at each other.

But tonight Mum's lips were once again moist and pliable; soft and sweet and I had troubles in tearing myself from them - Mum just had to be in a super-horny mood!

Lip to lip kisses were very normal to us but Mum wasn't being normal tonight - far from it and I found myself undressing in the bathroom in some degree of arousal; an illicit excitement that Mum might just come in and catch me...

My cock was at least half way erect as I stood there debating whether I should present my erection to her or hide it from her...

But she didn't appear and instead I contented myself with a nice hot shower that relaxed me sufficiently that when I got into bed I was asleep in minutes, waking to a bright sunny morning.

I had time to eat breakfast, deal with my emails and send off some replies well before nine but then, with 'work' ahead for us and noting the fine weather, I decided that I'd better get Mum up and out on time, so I made her a cup of tea and took it upstairs.

I tapped on her door and getting no reply I opened it slowly, finding my Mum still asleep, looking utterly relaxed as she lay on her back with a soft smile on her face.

Her face looked so young; so sweet and innocent; Sleeping Beauty personified, with her hair spread across the pillows. I put the cup down and wondered what to do - should I wake her or not?

Yep - definitely - let's not waste the day, I decided, so I shook her shoulder gently and Mum stirred languidly.

"Come on, wake up Mum," I said quietly and eventually Mum opened one eye, a big smile quickly appearing on her lips.

"Oh hello darling," she said sleepily, "Is it morning already?"

"Yep! Time to get up - lovely day out there," I said, "One cuppa as requested, right here."

"Oh thank you love, that's so sweet of you," replied Mum as she began to sit up and as she did so her covers slipped down to her waistline.

And there before me, clad only in her deliciously sheer nightgown were her impressive breasts; the pair looking full and proud and soft and completely desirable. Her nipples were large and softly relaxed; her cleavage deep and smooth.

I felt my mouth fall open before I collected my senses and before Mum slowly pulled the covers back up a bit.

"Oh, sorry darling," she said, but her eyes betrayed her; no way was she sorry!

I just didn't know what to say but Mum got there first.

"I am sorry darling honestly - never been one to worry too much about covering up," she said, "Anyway, you've seen them before, haven't you?"

Yes - I guess I had; many moons ago when I'd been breast fed. And I'd had the very occasional fleeting glimpse over the years, but never so close and so clearly revealed. But now my eyes saw those breasts with quite another thought in mind. Now they were sexual objects of considerable desire and immediately my sexual parts registered their interest.

Quickly I turned to leave her to get up but Mum called me back before I left the room.

"You weren't getting all excited about my breasts, were you?" she said, letting her covers fall again revealing that her nipples had now acquired some definition, "I must remember to give you some more encouragement, mustn't I?"

"Do what?" I said, in some confusion.

"Amazing the power that breasts have over men!" she said softly, "Especially young men!"

Embarrassed and moving more quickly now I left her to it and pulled the door closed, hearing Mum chuckling to herself as I left.

She really was in a wicked mood - she made me feel as if I really ought to flirt with her! Almost as if that was what she wanted me to do!

A little while later and I was composed again as Mum came down the stairs, now dressed much as she'd arrived, in an above-the-knee skirt and a pretty blouse; she looked quite summery, as befitted the season.

"Thank you for the cuppa, darling," she said as she came and kissed my cheek, her soft yet firm breast brushing against my arm, "Forgotten what it's like to be waited on."

"No problem Mum," I replied, "Service with a smile."

"Certainly brought a smile to your face, didn't I?" she teased and I felt myself blushing and powerless to reply.

"Busy day today?" said Mum, continuing without further reference to her exposure, "Can't wait to get out there."

"Well, I've made a kind of plan for our outing - there's six houses we can look at today - that'll be enough I think," I said, "Then we can do much the same tomorrow. No sense in rushing around like mad things."

"That sounds good," replied Mum as she sipped at her tea, "You know that bungalow, the yellow and white one; that one looks to be the most interesting. Be nice to see it properly."

"We're only looking from the outside, don't forget," I said, "Then we can arrange to view the best ones later on."

Before too long we were in the car and heading across town; our first target being the furthest away - some fifteen miles down the coast. The traffic wasn't too bad and by the time we'd seen most of the properties it was still only mid afternoon. We'd had a good run around but quite honestly what we'd seen hadn't really impressed us. The Estate Agents particulars had done a good job of hiding 'defects' from the pictures - nearby blots on the landscape being carefully avoided for example...until you got up close. Sadly the yellow and white bungalow had let us down; there was a large and noisy sports centre right nearby. And Mum was being a bit 'picky' today but I didn't blame her; she was looking for the perfect home and she could afford to choose exactly the right place.

Back home I opened a bottle of wine and we sat out on the patio in the sun to discuss our findings.

"Makes me so annoyed," said Mum as she took a good swig of her wine, "I do wish they wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"They'd never sell those places if they were completely honest," I said ruefully, "But never mind, there's plenty more to look at."

"True - but I bet we come across the same problem tomorrow," replied Mum, holding out her glass for a refill, "Oh well, we'll see. Anyway, let's change the subject; what are we going to eat tonight?"

"I'd thought we might go out," I said, causing Mum to smile broadly, "Nice little Italian place I've found - you'll like it."

Later that evening we returned home after a thoroughly pleasant dinner - neither too much nor too little and just enough lubrication to relax us and Mum was delighted.

"That was really excellent," she said as we settled down in the lounge with another bottle of wine broached and quickly disappearing, "I feel so at home now; it's so relaxing being here with you - and it would be worth living down here just so I could go to that place more often!"

"Well, here's hoping we find somewhere tomorrow then," I said as I lifted my glass, "Must be some place that's suitable..."

We let the evening drift on as we chatted away; about Dad; about her house; about her life generally...and about mine before we eventually decided to turn in for the night.

"I'll pop up and have a shower first if I may," said Mum as she rose, "It's been a lovely day being with you - thank you darling."

She leaned over me and went to kiss me but as she did so her hand slid off the arm of the chair and suddenly she was on top of me, smothering me, only supported by my hands, one of which was now firmly cupping one breast while the other supported her midriff.

"Ooops!" she said, her voice slightly slurred, "Sorry darling, I think I'm a little bit unsteady..."

"Careful Mum," I succeeded in saying, my mouth finding it hard to form words, "I think the wine's gone to your head."

"I think you're right darling," said Mum, her body soft against mine, "But then I lost my footing too, my shoe must have slid on the rug."

But instead of lifting off me, Mum swivelled her body and the next thing I knew she was sitting on my lap; my hands still very much where they'd started. Panicking briefly, I felt her breast move beneath my fingers but all Mum did was to smile at me, then kiss me on the lips.

"Mmmm, nice warm hands darling, mmmmm," she hummed as our lips moved apart again, "Thank you sweetheart. And thank you too for putting up with me today."

"No problem at all," I replied, my hand still cupping her breast, "It's lovely to have you with me."

But things had changed slightly - now I could feel her nipple rising under my palm, her entire breast seemingly pressing at my hand; even Mum's face was smiling her approval.

Suddenly I came to my senses as I realised what I was doing and I pulled my hand away awkwardly, but Mum quickly grabbed it and put it back on her breast.

"No don't stop - I liked you doing that," she said softly in my ear, "Made me feel so wanted..."

Her hand held mine in place and she squeezed my hand to make me palpate her warm flesh. Slowly she let her whole body relax onto me; then turned her head until our lips met again; our kisses instantly becoming sexy; our mouths softly mashing together; our probing tongues meeting and sliding around as we kissed.

"Oh darling," moaned Mum as she moved her head away, "Oh yessss, kiss me, please darling!"

Encouraged and suddenly eager I sought out her lips once more and in seconds we were smooching together; our mouths now slippery and wet yet locked tightly on each other.

But suddenly she pushed herself away and sat upright.

"Oh I'm so sorry daring," she said as I looked at her in alarm, "I didn't mean to do that...got a bit carried away, didn't I?"

"No, it was lovely Mum," I said, feeling her tension ease, "Don't let it worry you; it didn't worry me."

I pulled her back to me and she settled against my body, but the essence had faded and now all there was left was our two bodies - close friends still, but not lovers. I felt annoyed and yet relieved - we weren't really supposed to be in a sexual embrace and yet it had been so natural.

Then Mum, obviously now recovered, smacked a kiss onto my cheek and pushed herself upwards once more.

"Come on, let me go and shower," she said, "Give me ten minutes and you can have the bathroom."

"Yeah great, that's fine," I replied, but it wasn't fine.

I wanted to continue our embrace and I felt real sadness as Mum mounted the stairs; sadness and a sexual letdown somehow; as if I'd hoped and even expected that our encounter would turn into a fully fledged romp.

I shook my head to dispel such thoughts as I tidied the room, locked the front and back doors and soon followed Mum up the stairs.

Tonight though she seemed somewhat more reserved about exposing herself to me and anyway I didn't try to sneak a view, resolutely staying in my room and lying on my bed until Mum exited the bathroom, clad in her dressing gown.

But that didn't stop Mum coming in to say goodnight to me, did it!

I must actually have been dozing already as I lay and waited for Mum to finish in the bathroom and it was only when I felt her lips brush against mine that I realised that she was there. And it was at that moment too that I realised that I had a hard-on; my errant penis having decided that this was the time to awaken.

I heard Mum chuckle as I awoke; her eyes, as I opened mine, looking down the bed towards the tent in my trousers.

"Just popped in to say goodnight," said Mum, "But it looks as if a certain part of you wants to say hello instead!"

"Oh Mum - that's so damn embarrassing," I said as my hands covered my erection, "Damn thing, it's got a bloody mind of its own."

As my eyes followed hers so I looked down her body as she bent over me and there before me was the front of her dressing gown, gaping open and showing me her entire frontage; both generous breasts hanging there all complete with their superb nipples!

If I had a hard-on before it suddenly became twice as hard beneath my hands.

I tried to push myself upright but Mum had other ideas and her hands fell to my shoulders and pushed me flat again, her lips returning to mine.

No way could I avoid her, not that I really tried, as her lips locked onto mine and we smooched more and more damply; more and more erotically.

"Mmmmmm," hummed Mum, holding the kiss tight, "Mmmmmmmm, wonderful!"

I could feel her tongue sliding around as she hunted mine and unbidden, my own tongue found hers and we bonded tighter and tighter once more. I could feel the weight of Mum's breasts now as they leaned against my chest while her arms slowly let her body down on top of mine.

'Oh God,' I thought, as I clamped my hands over my erection, 'What's she up to?'

Then I felt one of her hands sliding down my body and there was no chance that she was merely moving her hand at random; instead she was seeking out my penis - I just knew it!

And then her hand was on mine; her fingers pushing my hand aside; pressing hard on my tent, bending my erection; pushing it down with her palm; caressing my cock through my trousers.

"Oh darling, that feels wonderful!" she moaned, lifting her lips from mine, "It's been so long since I felt a man - oh darling, let me see him, please?"

Her fingers were scrabbling around at my waist now as she endeavoured to undo my trousers and complete contrary to my best thoughts I found my fingers helping her; undoing my buckle and trouser button...and then her fingers were sliding my zip down, down, down.

I was breathing like a steam train now; hyperventilating as the excitement and tension mounted; as Mum got closer and closer to my rigid quivering penis.

And suddenly there was the cool touch of her fingers on my knob, followed by the feel of them sliding down my length before they grasped my penis properly, her deliciously warm smooth fingers closing around my thickness, squeezing and caressing my erection.

"Oh fuck!" I uttered, my mind a confusion of images and words, "What're you doing Mum?"

"Just feeling you," she said calmly and softly, "That's gorgeous, just feeling a big stiff penis again - oh darling, it's gorgeous."

My breath was shuddering from me as Mum continued to lean over me and caress my cock until she stopped, her hand gently gripping my shaft.

"Let me sit down comfortably, push over," she said and I felt her hips pressing against me as she made room on the bed for her to sit down - then her hand began moving once more.

"Ooooh, that's better," she said as her hand now slid up and down my exposed length, "That's lovely darling, it's much bigger than your Dad's was too."

Her comparison made me feel proud for a moment and then my feelings of unease returned - we shouldn't be doing this, however nice it felt!

I felt a surge of something inside my loins and I heard Mum suck in a quick breath.

"Ooooh, look at him, he's getting all wet!" she said, her fingers now sliding around in the trickle of precum that had issued from my tip, "Oh Chris, doesn't he smell so clean and sexy too!"

Well I guess he did if you were into the smell of hot male organs - the scent wafted up to my own nose now and I knew what she meant. Hot sexual flesh, rubbed gently; caressed steadily and smoothed lovingly was producing an essential fragrance that obviously stirred female desire and Mum was on the receiving end.

I felt Mum stop her ministrations and move her fingers, her hand now pushing my t-shirt up my chest, exposing my treasure trail of hairs that rose from my loins.

"Don't want to get your t-shirt all messy," she said as her fingers returned to my cock and her movements returned and for a moment or two I wondered what she meant.

Then it sank in - she fully intended to toss me off and didn't want my cum to mess up my t-shirt!

"Oh God," I moaned, "You're not going to make me cum are you?"

"Yesss darling, please - please will you cum for me!" Mum replied softly, her hand moving faster now, "I haven't seen a penis spurting for simply years. Do if for me, please!"

I wasn't going to have an option soon; Mum's practiced hand and fingers were causing mayhem down there. I could feel my cock jerking inside her moving hand; spasmodic shockwaves adding extra stiffness along with the occasional small stream of precum.

I was getting there all too soon. Too soon, because somehow I wanted this to go on and on but the feelings were too exciting; too erotic; too illegal for them not to be prolonged!

"Careful Mum," I found myself saying, "I'm nearly there. You'll make me cum."

"Yes darling, cum for me, cum," she replied, her hand working a bit harder and faster on my cock, "Let it go!"

I couldn't say much more because I was on the brink now; her steady movements were fantastic and one more bit extra would put me over the top...and there it was...a touch just under the rim of my knob - that's all it took to push me over the edge.

"Ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhh - here it cums, Mum," I cried, "Its cumming...!"

"Come on then, cum!" Mum said, her fingers now tight around my cock, "Do it for me! Shoot - please! Let me see it!"

And I did - a final grunt and a long stream of white spunk poured from my cock, the stream rising in the air then falling onto my chest. A second gush followed, landing not far below my chin - and splat onto my bunched-up t-shirt!

"Oh damn," exclaimed Mum - but her hand kept working, bringing forth several more eruptions until I was finished.

Slowly her hand stopped moving and she released me; her hand moving to her nose; then to her mouth as she licked off the few dribbles of cum that had slid down my knob and collected on her fingers.

"Super! Gosh - that was exciting!" she said, her eyes bright, "Takes me back...years."

I just lay there not knowing what to do or how to respond until Mum brought me back to earth.

"Was that nice?" she said with a big smile, "It was so nice for me - I loved doing that!"

"Yeah but...but...you're not supposed to," I said, "Isn't that incest?"

"Oh shut up darling - who's going to know?" said Mum sensibly, "Anyway, like I said, was it nice?"

"It was bloody excellent!" I replied ecstatically, "You've got wonderful hands!"

"Glad I haven't lost my touch then," Mum said, smiling broadly, "Always used to be good at getting your Dad off!"

Somehow, now that the deed was done I was more alert and more in control of myself. In addition, now that my most urgent and basic need had been assuaged, I discovered that my latent interest in incest was surfacing again - now we'd 'done it', it no longer held any horrors for me. I sat up and used some tissues to mop up the strands and pools of cooling spunk from my t-shirt, chest and abdomen, before cleaning off and drying my penis while Mum watched me, my mind having time to think up some suitable responses now.

"Wow, so how do I follow that?" I asked rhetorically, "Am I supposed to get you off too?"

I saw Mum's eyebrows rise and her face now wore a big smile.

"You could if you like," she said, "I wouldn't stop you!"

"But if I did, wouldn't it be likely that we might go further?" I replied and Mum's smile widened.

"Now that might be fun!" she said, "How far were you thinking of going then?"

I was gobsmacked - unable to create a coherent reply, so Mum answered instead.

"Well now, if I were in your shoes I'd go all the way!" she said, to my complete surprise, "How many blokes get the chance to bed their mothers?"

"What - you'd be willing?" I stuttered, eventually finding my tongue and Mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Love to darling," she said, "You're such a nice boy and you've got a lovely big cock and just at the moment I couldn't give a damn if you're my son or not. Don't forget - I want to get off too, not just you. I'm horny too."

"You do realise what we'd be doing," I said as I stood up and lifted my t-shirt over my head, my trousers falling to my knees before I could catch them, "I'll just remind you that it's called incest."

"So what?" retorted Mum, "I told you before - who's to know?"

This chain of words had set my cock rising once more and Mum was quick to spot his enthusiasm, her hand reaching out to hold my penis again, which in turn made him rise and stiffen even faster.

"Come on darling - you'll be ready in a few minutes, come on, take me!" she said, "I'm all yours!"

And so saying she pushed me aside and settled herself flat onto my bed, throwing open her dressing gown as she fell. And there before my eyes was my darling Mother, naked from head to toe; her breasts now spread broadly across her chest; her prominent nipples firm and eager; her slightly rounded tummy rising and falling slowly; her magnificently hairy pussy visibly damp and reddened. As I looked at her so she spread her legs which in turn split the lips of her pussy to expose a hint of her inner lips which were brimming with sexual juices. A gloriously fresh scent of hot clean pussy rose from her, engulfing me and bewitching my brain and cock.

In seconds I'd stepped out of my trousers and now stood there, hard and throbbing, all ready to make love to my Mother, of all people.

I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried now and quite honestly there was no way I was even going to try to stop!

With my throbbing cock leading the way I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees between Mum's outstretched legs. The sight was incredible - a fully mature woman displaying all her lovely charms to me; eager to be penetrated; willing to be fucked; desperate to commit incest!

"Oh Mum," I moaned as I lowered myself towards her, "Oh Mum, I want you so much!"

She lay before me, her face glowing, her eyes shining and her body deliciously ready for me.

"I want you too sweetheart. Come on then darling - put it in me - I'm all ready for you - no, I need you," she said, her hips rising up to meet my spear, "Don't mess around, just put him in me now!"

I adjusted my posture, now leaning forward to poise myself above my Mother, my cock just inches from his target and closing in...

And at that very moment the doorbell rang!

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Oh Mum," I moaned as I lowered myself towards her, "Oh Mum, I want you so much!"

She lay before me, her face glowing, her eyes shining and her body deliciously ready for me.

"I want you too sweetheart. Come on then darling - put it in me - I'm all ready for you - no, I need you," she said, her hips rising up to meet my spear, "Don't mess around, just put him in me now!"

I adjusted my posture, now leaning forward to poise myself above my Mother, my cock just inches from his target and closing in...

And at that very moment the doorbell rang!

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"Oh what? Oh fuckin' hell!" I cried, "For fuck's sake - who the bloody hell's that at this time of night?"

The moment was lost; my cock sank as if punctured and Mum's hips subsided while her face showed her extreme annoyance.

"Go and get rid of them," hissed Mum, not moving now, "I'll wait for you. Go on - hurry!"

I got up; pulled on my dressing gown and then descended to the living room and to the front door. Top bolt; bottom bolt; deadlock and then the Yale lock and I opened the door - only for a crumpled female figure to stagger in through the doorway and fall into my arms.

I clutched her to me, almost immediately recognising my little sister Sue, although her face was nearly hidden beneath a hood and her outline disguised by a large back pack. When she finally looked up at me I saw that her face was all reddened and blotchy from crying; her make-up had smudged and her eye shadow and mascara had run and she looked terrible.

"Sue - what the hell!" I exclaimed as I pulled her in and shut the door, "What's the matter? What's happened...?"

"Oh Chris, help me, please!" she sobbed as she clung to me, "I've walked out on him - told him to fuck off too - I HATE HIM!"

"Oh babe," I commiserated as I snuggled her tightly to me, my mind in turmoil suddenly as I began to consider my situation, my guilt and my secret lover upstairs, "So what actually happened; come on, tell me..."

"Oh we've been rowing for ages," she said as she wiped her eyes with a soggy tissue, "He wants my money; all the money I earn; he says it's ours."

She let go of me and began pacing around like a caged tiger.

"I work hard to keep us and what does he do? Sweet fuck all, all day," she hissed angrily, "He just wants my money so he can go and piss it all down the pub and I'm fed up - I've had enough!"

The last phrase was spoken with real venom...

"So he can go and fuck himself for all I care! He doesn't deserve to have a woman around. He's a pig - he's an asshole! He's a total fuckin' dick-head!"

She came and threw herself at me again, sobbing against my chest as I held her, letting her grief and anger subside - while I wondered what to do...

I could have told her all about her useless partner a long time ago, but I'd held my tongue; but now it seemed I was lumbered with the result. I just felt relieved that they'd never bought a house together; that she'd never actually married the guy or started a family with him.

"How did you get down here - it's what, about 80 miles, isn't it?" I asked and Sue looked at me again.

"I walked and I caught a bus and then got a cab," she said, sniffing loudly and still mopping her eyes, "And I'm here Chris. And please can I stay for a bit?"

Oh what - another woman in my care! What the hell was I supposed to say?

"Yeah - I guess so but actually I've already got someone else staying," I said, causing Sue to break into tears again, "But I suppose..."

I very nearly said that it was Mum who was also staying but for some reason I didn't tell her and she looked so sad and small and unhappy that I knew I'd no options.

"Doesn't matter - I'll keep out of the way. Say you can, please, please?" she implored, "I've nowhere else to go."

Her arms tightening around me as her body shook and I found myself nodding.

"Oh alright," I heard myself saying weakly, as I patted her back.

At least she was family and therefore someone I knew...and she knew I'd give in.

"Oh Chris - you're such a darling," she said, brightening visibly, "Oh I love you - thank you so much."

Her face closed in on mine and the next thing I knew was that we were kissing wildly, her lips almost devouring me with their enthusiasm and need until finally we broke apart.

"Mmmm, that's what I wanted, a bit of love," she said, smiling for the first time, "And can I have something else too - a pee and a quick shower? I'm bursting and I'm all dusty and I'm hot and I'm horrid."

"Of course you can - you know where things are," I said as Sue dumped her backpack and began throwing off various outer garments, "Go and help yourself. Do you need a drink while you're at it?"

"Wouldn't say no to a nice big vodka and something," she said, already looking quite a lot better, "Could you bring it up while I shower, do you think?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, praying that the two women, be they Mother and daughter, wouldn't meet yet...

"Won't be long," she answered as she climbed the stairs.

"And you can put your things in the back bedroom," I told her, "you know, the one at the end of the landing which you used before."

"Yeah fine, that's super," Sue slung back at me as she started up the stairs.

Sue had visited me when my wife and I had been together and had stayed on several occasions, so she knew her way around the house and she soon was upstairs in the shower while I fixed our drinks.

But calm as I may have been on the outside, inside I was in turmoil as I wondered how I'd explain about Mum being in my bedroom and on my bed...while also keeping my fingers crossed that Mum wouldn't stick her nose out to see who was interrupting our enjoyment.

As I made two large vodkas for us I wracked my brain to try to come up with a plausible story to explain about Mum already being here.

After letting Sue shower for a while I padded quietly up the stairs with the drinks, just in time to see her leave the bathroom wrapped in a big towel...and cross to my bedroom door. In moments I placed the drinks down on the stairs as I felt the hammer of fate falling.

"No Sue - no!" I moaned, tripping over a stair, "Don't!"

"I heard something..." she said, "Have you left your TV on in the bedroom?"

"Sue - no! No, not in there! Sue - no don't, don't go in my..." I started to say but it was too late as Sue reached the door and opened it.

And then I heard Mum's voice from my room.

"Hello lover boy - you got rid of them quickly - come on back and finish what you were about to start!" she said seductively.

Then there was a startled yell from Mum or Sue; I don't know whom; then Mum's voice.

"Sue - what the hell are you doing here?" I heard her say.

"Mum - you're naked - in his bed!" Sue answered, "What on earth?"

'Oh fuck - it's happened - we've been caught already,' I thought, panic-stricken words tumbling through my mind as I leapt up the remaining stairs, 'Of all people to fuckin' turn up...'

I was close behind Sue now; just keeping my distance until things settled a bit; then Sue turned round to me.

"You weren't, were you?" she said; her eyes wide open, "You weren't fucking Mum?"

"No - honestly," I said, my mouth quivering in shock, "No, I wasn't."

Well, I hadn't, yet... I may have been about to but I was happy to split hairs to try to get us out of trouble.

"So why's Mum in your bed and not wearing anything?" Sue asked; then suddenly she grasped my dressing gown and ripped it open to reveal that I was naked too!

At least my cock was only hanging there, shrunken, limp and disinterested...

"And you're not wearing anything either!" she said, her eyes sweeping up and down my body.

I dragged my gown from her grasp, covering myself up as I moved past her and into the bedroom in support of Mum.

"I was just using Chris's bed because mine wasn't made," said Mum, tugging desperately at the duvet she was lying on.

"Honestly," I added, lying wildly, "She was..."

Mum was doing her best to cover both herself and the situation but it was useless; what duvet was loose and at hand wasn't enough to cover her; our words hardly rang true and Sue could see right through us both.

But to my complete surprise, Sue didn't look one bit horrified now - instead she just looked shocked and then suddenly very cute.

"Come on, admit it," she said, her eyes now shining with excitement and sweeping from one of us to the other, "It's pretty obvious what's been going on. Look, what's this then."

She bent down and picked up the tissues I'd used to wipe my spunk from my body and sniffed them, before she opened the crumpled tissues out to reveal the sticky mess inside.

"And look at you Mum; you're all wet down there," she said as she pulled the corner of duvet from her Mother's body, "So come on - were you fucking."

Mum looked at me and then at Sue and then back to me. We just had to tell the truth...

"We were about to, but you interrupted us before we could start," said Mum in a rush, "I was horny and I needed a man. So there."

Sue's face was now split by the widest smile possible.

"You dirty pair of fuckers!" she exclaimed, "And you didn't even invite me!"

"Eh?" both my Mother and I replied in shock.

"So how long's this been going on?" asked Sue as her eyes scanned both Mum and me from top to toe, "Are you two lovers?"

At least Mum and I could deny that - well, not yet, we weren't!

"No way!" I said, taking a deep breath, "Oh come on Mum, we'd better tell her the story."

"Might as well - we've been caught, haven't we - and I'm damned if I'm going to miss out on a good fuck!" said Mum.

And then she explained how she'd come to visit me; how we'd searched for a house for her; how we'd cuddled, then how we'd just kissed and how it had escalated from there and how urgent her need for some good loving had been.

I saw Sue nodding as she heard her story and understood Mum's needs and after Mum had brought her up to date, Sue did much the same, explaining why she'd arrived.

"I definitely know where you're coming from Mum," Sue said, "Jim and I - we hadn't been near each other for months...it's all that bickering all the time. And I get the same way every month so I'm not surprised you're all horny; but why with Chris?"

"Have you seen what he's carrying?" said Mum with a grin; her eyes sliding down to my groin - and Sue shook her head.

"No, not really - what's so special about him then?" she asked and as she spoke she reached out, pulled my gown open and took hold of my limp cock. And with that movement her towel began to slip slowly off her breasts, adding instant starch to my cock.

In seconds he was a rigid iron bar in her hand; my full length stretching her fingers and widening her eyes.

"Wow - yeah, oh gosh, I see now!" she said as she licked her lips, "No wonder! That's quite impressive!"

Her other hand now came to join her first on my penis and as it did so, her towel fell completely to the floor; Sue's curvy moist body appearing before me enticingly.

It was my turn to say "Wow" as I took in her exciting attributes; her generous firm breasts with their little pink nipples; her trim waist; her firm abdomen and her cutely trimmed brown pubes, cut into a neat heart shape above her clit.

I felt my penis jerk wildly as I viewed her, which Sue answered with a squeeze of her fingers, while I stood there not really knowing which way to turn or what to do next.

"Well?" asked Mum, "What do you think then?"

"He's...ummm, big, isn't he?" Sue replied, her hand now slowly sliding up and down my length, "Bloody sight bigger than Jim, that's for sure!"

"And he's a lot bigger than your Dad was too!" answered Mum brightly, "And he was about to fill me too when you rang the bell."

"I bet he'd fill you!" said Sue, her eyes all shiny bright, "He'd fill me too!"

"Do you want to try him?" asked Mum, for all the world as if I was a commodity rather than a person, "I don't mind if you do, so long as I get him first!"

Briefly I left them to their discussions while I collected our drinks before I returned; my penis still throbbingly hard.

Sue turned and took her drink from me, which she downed in one gulp, before grabbing my drink too. She downed that in a moment as well before moving to sit beside Mum on the bed.

"Go and get me another one Chris - I think I'll need numbing before you shove that thing up me!" she said, rather to my astonishment, "But do hurry up!"

I couldn't believe the turn of events. It had started simply - just Mum and I about to enjoy a bit of loving incest when my sister interrupted things - and now she seemed intent on joining in! My erection bounced before me all the way down the stairs and back up again.

Both ladies were now laying on the bed, side by side, each with a hand at the other's pussy, their fingers busily strumming, caressing and twiddling each other's organs to the accompaniment of groans and moans of desire and pleasure.

They stopped as I rejoined them and I took the moment to ask Sue what on earth had come over her.

"I told you - Jim and I hadn't touched each other for months - and I've been gagging for it!" she said, "If he'd have given me a good fucking I might have forgiven him - I was so horny that it would have solved all our problems, I reckon. But as it is, you'll have to do it instead - and like I said, he can go fuck himself!"

"You sure?" I asked and Sue nodded vigorously.

"Seeing that thing, the only answer is 'yes' - definitely!" she said, "Come on - get Mum off, then do the same for me!"

The ladies moved slightly apart; just sufficiently for Mum to open her legs enough for me to kneel between them; for me to get back to where I'd so nearly been before the bell rang.

I leaned over to kiss Sue before planting a kiss on Mum's lips too.

"With you in a little while," I said to Sue as I began to lower myself, my penis already nicely lined up with Mum's wet pussy.

I was taking it slowly but suddenly Mum's arms came up and pulled me towards her, eagerly.

"Oh come on - get him in me. I've been waiting so long - I need him now!" she said, her arms clamped over my back, "I'm soaked - he'll go in so easily!"

I felt myself suck in a sharp breath as my penis made contact with Mum's wet lips. Then I used my hand to slide him up and down her juicy slippery wet slit before once again aiming him straight at her hole; the same vagina I'd come out of all those years ago.

"Ooooh God, yesssss!" Mum hissed as I split her lips and pushed on inwards.

"Yessssss - that's sooooo nice!" she moaned, "Oh Chris - that feels so damn good!"

It did indeed - my penis was sliding in a bath of warmth and wetness; a slippery chute that was allowing my length to slide so easily inside my Mother until I felt my pubes brush against hers. I was inside her vagina, inside her body as far as I could go!

"Oooooohhhh!" we both sighed as I sank down on top of her.

I held myself still as both Mum and I enjoyed the unique feeling of being bonded together by our flesh; both of us looking at the other with happiness creasing our faces.

"Oooooh Chris, that's wonderful," said Mum languidly as she slowly surfaced, "Just what I needed - I feel so full."

"Not surprised!" said Sue from beside us, her hand busy at her pussy, "You took his cock so quickly - so smoothly, didn't you?"

"I was so wet!" said Mum proudly, "I could have taken anything - but Chris's cock is perfect...all I need now is some action!"

She looked up at me and I felt her pussy squeezing my cock.

"You ready?" she asked, "Come on then - fuck me and fuck me hard!"

"You've asked for it!" I exclaimed as I began to move; firstly pulling almost the whole way out; then returning with a full-depth thrust that drove the air from Mum's lungs.

"Uuuuuufff!" she breathed, "Yessss - so deep - more, more!"

Soon we built up a good head of steam; the pair of us thrusting together; driving our sex organs at each other, the scent of hot sex rising in clouds to my nostrils, thrilling me intensely and adding more steel to my rigidity.

I drove on, powering my cock in and out of my dear Mother's vagina like a mechanised dildo, steadily thrusting; bringing both of us nearer and nearer to our climaxes. After a while we were both beginning to pant as our action increased and our heat began to rise.

"Keep it coming!" said Mum, "It's getting good - really exciting darling - you're getting me there...almost...almost!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" I grunted with each deep thrust as I upped the tempo, "Come on then - I'll cum with you!"

"Yes darling - please!" said Mum, her hips working hard; her pussy tightening around my length; "Make me cum then fill me lover!"

"Come on Chris - come on, fuck her!" groaned Sue beside us, "Really fuck her!"

I was doing my best - there was sweat all over us and sexual fluids splashing around each time our bodies met - we were both breathing quickly and raggedly now - we were nearly there...

"Here it comes," moaned Mum, her body now shaking and twitching beneath me, "Its happening! I'm going to cum!"

Her pussy was clutching my cock; squeezing, caressing, sucking at me; pulling me into her; exciting me beyond the limits of control; a few more shuddering thrusts and I knew that my time had come as well.

"You ready Mum - I'm cumming!" I cried, my hips working hard, "Here it cums Mum!"

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" groaned Mum as my first eruption sprayed energetically inside her pussy, "Ahhhhh - yessssss! I'm cumming too!"

"And me!" exclaimed Sue, her hand skittering across her clit, "Oh my God - and me! And meeeee!"

"Ahhhhh!" I cried as more spunk was ejected deep into Mum's vagina, "Oh fuck - oh fuck!"

"Ooooooh - I can't stop!" moaned Mum, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath me, "I'm still cumming!"

And for what seemed like a lifetime we clung together; both our bodies wracked by spasms of excitement; of lust; of sexual stimulation gone wild - of deep pleasure. Slowly our orgasms died until all that was left were the very occasional twitchy jerk or spasmodic squeeze of my cock by her pussy; until we were drained, relaxed and unloaded of all our stress.

"Phew!" I exclaimed as I lifted myself a little off Mum's hot body, "That was good Mum - you were wonderful!"

"You weren't so bad yourself Chris," replied Mum as she recovered, "Ooooh, that feels so much better! You certainly gave me a good seeing-to!"

"Dirty bitch!" laughed Sue, her hand still caressing her clit, "Never thought I'd see or hear that from you!"

"Hah - your turn next, my darling daughter - just wait until he gets that thing up you!" chuckled Mum happily, "He knows just how to relieve all your tension!"

Carefully and slowly I lifted myself off Mum's still gently heaving body, my beslimed penis finally sliding from her sticky sloppy pussy, leaving a snail-trail up her abdomen as it slid over her, before I flopped to rest beside Mum with Sue on the other side of her. And Sue was quickly there with towel which she used to clean Mum up, before handing it to me. I was about to wrap it around my cock when Sue's hand stopped me - and a few moments later she had her mouth around my cock instead, her breasts resting on Mum's abdomen as she worked on me. Her tongue was clearly experienced in such matters; she cleaned me up in a couple of swipes and now began teasing the sensitive parts of my penis, bringing him to another erection in moments.

Eventually she lifted her head and looked long and hard at my cock.

"Now that looks really inviting!" she said, "A nice big cock to drive all my frustrations and cares away.""Aren't you worried about incest?" asked Mum, not that she could talk, but Sue shook her head.

"Bit late now, isn't it?" replied Sue, "Anyway - I'm so desperate for a good fuck that I couldn't give a shit whose cock it is, just so long as it fills me properly."

"Oh yessss - that one will!" said Mum, her hand coming up to take hold of my erection, "He's excellent at that - this thing will soon have you humming happily!"

Briefly I let Mum caress and play with my cock but it was my sister whom I wanted now - well, her pussy, that is.

Gently removing Mum's hand I climbed over her and arranged myself between Sue's legs, which she now opened wide, one of her legs splayed over Mum's thigh while I considered my options. I could just power my cock straight in there or I could demonstrate my oral skills and the latter option won easily. Besides, it would give me a few more minutes in which to recover my stiffness.

I quickly lowered my face to my sister's groin, hearing her gasp as the tip of my tongue found her wet clit.

"Oooh yesss," she hissed, "Ooooh Chris, yessss - right there!"

"Oh goodness me, I want some of that too!" moaned Mum beside us, her hand already at her pussy, "Please don't wear him out yet!"

I ignored the banter as I concentrated on Sue's little clit; a cute mound of quivering firm flesh embedded in a soft surround of her very slippery, very tasty lips. I let my tongue roam around, finding the most enjoyable places; the best points for stimulation and excitement; the firmest bit of flesh to suck between my lips.

"Ooooh yeahhhhh!" moaned Sue as I sucked her clit hard between my firm lips, "Keep doing that; yessss, like that...ooooh Chris - make me cum!"

That wasn't going to be a problem by all impressions - Sue's body was already jerking and pushing back at me eagerly and wildly as her excitement mounted...but I wanted to delay her orgasm for now.

I moved a little lower down her slit, my tongue now sliding in her slippery juices; loving the scent of sex that was assailing my nostrils; loving the way Sue's body was responding.

Finally I reached her hole, the small entry to her vagina and I hardened the end of my tongue to drive it as deeply as I could inside her, inside my sister's very core.

"Oooh Chris - yessss - oh God - that's good, that's good!" she groaned, then she pulled at my hair.

"Enough - come back up a bit," she demanded, "Suck my clit again - squeeze it - rub it!"

I did as bidden now; my lips closing tightly around her firm if minute erection and soon Sue was again jumping and jerking beneath me, her orgasm getting closer and closer. Then I left her clit and started on a trail up her body, very daintily letting the tip of my tongue feel its way through her small tuft of pubes and out onto her quivering belly. From there I moved, so slowly, to her navel where I allowed my tongue to twiddle and play with her little gold belly bar until Sue pushed me away.

"No more," she groaned, "Come up here - please, please - come and suck my nipples!"

That was indeed my plan and I moved up her body, my cock sliding against her thighs as I progressed, until I could suck one of her little pebbles into my mouth. And there it dissolved into a sweet tasty fruit, the hormonal female taste strong in my mind as I mouthed one nipple and then the other, my hands now having come up to join my lips.

I cupped each breast in turn, feeling the firmness of her flesh; the fullness of her breasts; the life-giving warmth that emanated from her body - she felt simply wonderful.

But not wishing to leave Mum out I turned and leaned over to her and managed to kiss her deeply and lovingly, one of my hands wandering to her breasts too, to feel and squeeze one of her much more generous nipples.

Soon both women were gasping but whereas Mum had already enjoyed my cock, Sue was yet to be penetrated. But I was soon to change that...

I brought my lips back to Sue and met hers, our mouths quickly clamping together, Sue's lips and tongue ardently and urgently seeking mine; her need for some release greater than mine.

"Oh Chris - come on, fuck me, please!" she said, "Make me feel better!"

Not yet - I continued to kiss her, our kisses becoming more and more sloppy; our lips sliding around; our tongues fighting each other as if fit to spear the other, but my real spear was lower down and was now resting and bobbing against her thigh.

"You want me do you?" I breathed against her lips and Sue pulled me to her.

"Yes, yes - now!" she implored, her hips thrusting up at me, "Please - fill me - fuck me!"

My cock was bursting with renewed energy now; quivering with lust and the need to penetrate my sweet sister; to screw her into the mattress. Carefully I manoeuvred myself until our organs aligned and then I lowered myself down, feeling that sudden shock as my penis touched her body. I was still too high up but suddenly I felt a hand on my cock and as I looked down between our bodies I saw that Mum had hold of me and was guiding me into place.

I felt her sliding my knob up and down my sister's wet and ready slit, gathering lubricating juices to ease my passage into her vagina; then slipping my tip into place...and then we were all set; our bodies aligned...

I lowered my hips down gently, feeling myself sliding smoothly into her, Sue's body allowing my entry; encouraging me eagerly, it seemed.

Sue let out a long soft "ooooooohhhhhh," as I slid inside, then "oooooooh yesssssss."

She was in ecstasy, her eyes were closed but her mouth told me of her feelings - her lips were parted, her tongue sliding slowly around the edges of her mouth as my cock slid further and further inside her body until I was buried as deeply as I could reach.

Sue's eyes opened and she looked intently at me.

"I love you Chris," she said, her pelvis moving lasciviously under me, "You've always been there for me and now you're here again. And you can always be here; my body's yours, my lover, brother or not."

I kissed her, not entirely sure what to say in return but Mum helped me out.

"Stop all the chatter," she said, "Just get on and fuck her - that's what she needs!"

I guess that her words cut to the chase and got us down to reality - Sue had felt unloved and unhappy and just needed loving and satisfying and I'd got the tool to do it with!

"I love you too," I replied simply, "Any time you need me."

We kissed but the real action was now lower down as our bodies began to interact.

Slowly but steadily we began to fuck; to make love to each other; our whole bodies beginning to get to work; our respective sex organs both working hard to maximise our pleasure.

I could feel Sue's vagina squeezing and almost pulling at my penis as I pumped steadily in and out of her. A constant moist sound rose from our groins as my piston slid in and out of her tight, well lubricated hole; a small spray of juices now splashing from her each time our bodies slapped together.

We both began to pant with exertion; our temperatures rising as were our pulses as we upped the tempo. Steadily we worked together; Sue's hips rising faster now as mine fell; the slapping of hot flesh now the dominant sound in the room as we fucked and fucked.

Mum had her hand on my rump, seemingly pushing me down, encouraging me to penetrate her daughter's hole, willing me on.

"Come on Chris," said Mum almost in my ear, "Give it to her - really fuck her! Get that cock right up her!"

Those words weren't like my Mum at all but under the circumstances they felt appropriate and fitting and they drove me onwards and ever inwards as Sue and I began to approach our climaxes. And Sue knew that I was nearly there; her body was really trying hard to extract my spunk; the suction of her vagina seemed strong enough to vacuum my cum from me.

We continued to fuck, faster and faster now; more and more eagerly as we neared our goals.

Then it all started to happen...

"Ooooh Chris, hurry up," moaned Sue, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on then Sue, do it; cum for me," I replied between breaths, "I'll be with you."

"Yes, yesss, yesssssss," moaned Sue as my cock thumped into her, "Here it cums - its cumming - its cumming!"

Suddenly she was shaking and twitching all over; her body completely out of her control as my cock over-stimulated her senses and sent her into an orgasmic trance. Her eyes had shut once more; her mouth was open; her hands were clawing at my back as she went over the top and screamed into her climax.

And her excited thrashing, lunging, convulsing and shaking was more than enough to bring me to the boil - all of a sudden I too was there.

"Yes Sue - gonna fill you!" I cried urgently, "Here it cums!!"

My penis drove as deeply as it could into Sue; froze in position and began to empty itself of its load of spunk; the powerful eruptions of viscous fluid causing Sue to open her eyes wide.

"Oh Chris - you're cumming!" cried Sue happily, "Fill me up - please fill me!"

"Ooooh God," I moaned as another eruption wracked my body, "Oooh yeahhhhh!"

I was doing my best but this was my third orgasm inside an hour and there were distinct limits to my ability and staying power and once I'd emptied my sperm I felt my body collapsing; my energy spent. Heavily I flopped down onto my sister's body before I found the energy to hold myself up from her rather than squash her.

But the deed was done, Sue too was contented now; her heaving body slumping to the bed, her hands limp at her sides, her thighs no longer working at me as we slowly unwound and came down to earth.

"Phew!" I said, "That was bloody good!"

"I'll say!" breathed Sue, "Just what I needed!"

"I bet you feel so much better now, don't you?" asked Mum from beside us, "What an excellent fuck that was! Looked so good from here!"

"Felt good from here too!" said Sue, some of her energy coming back, "Don't think I could do that again in a hurry though!"

Lightness was returning to us after our energetic session and eventually I lifted myself off my sister, my penis sliding stickily from her overfilled vagina, some of my cum seeping out between her lips as I departed. Mum handed her a towel, a towel already sticky from my earlier discharges, already dampened and highly scented.

Finally I sat up.

"So what's next?" I asked, "More?"

It was a loaded question - I was assuming that both ladies were now replete and wouldn't need any more action for a while - but Mum's face lit up.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes shining, "Your Dad never did it more that once."

"Ah - yeah, well, give me a bit of a break first Mum," I countered, not having expected such a response, "Let's get a drink and then perhaps we can all have a shower and then see what comes up."