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  Family Holiday

Day 4

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That afternoon, as promised, Jim drove Pauline off to her riding lesson. My sister wore a rather demure short-sleeved blouse and shorts, which made her look younger than she was. I wondered what to do - I was nervous at the thought of being left alone with mum, yet keyed up at the idea too.

I stumbled across her lying on the lawn at the back of the villa, soaking up the sun. She was on her stomach and was naked apart from the lower half of a string bikini, which at first sight was almost invisible. The thin cord circled her waist and disappeared between her rounded buttocks. I tried to retreat but she heard me and raised her head.

'Hi, come and talk to me.'

I sat down next to her, staring at her smooth tanned skin, imagining her being fucked strenuously. We chatted inconsequentially for a while. She reached up and touched her back.

'I need some more sun oil. Be a dear, will you?'

I couldn't refuse. I got the bottle and poured some into my hand, hesitating about touching her. I started with her shoulders, the hot flesh firm under my hands. She lay quietly, enjoying my attentions as I worked my way methodically down her back and arms.

'Now the legs?'

I straddled her legs and carefully oiled the firm shapely muscles, working my way upwards, stopping at mid thigh. The feel of her oiled skin was making me very horny.

'You'd make a good masseur, you know,' she murmured. 'You've got strong hands, but gentle. Here, do the rest of me. I want to go back with an all-over tan.'

I took a deep breath and started on her upper thighs, trying not to think about sex.

'I wanted to ask you,' she said, 'how you feel about Jim? Do you like him? You seem to get on all right.'

'He's a nice guy,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. 'I like him.'

'I'm glad you do. He's very good for me. I … well, since your father left, it's been quite hard for me. You know.'

I made a neutral noise.

'I didn't realise how much I needed … well, loving. I'm a very physical person, I've realised. Jim - well, he's exactly what I need. We can't get enough of each other!' She gave a short laugh.

With a start I realised that my hands were on her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh. My fingers caught against the cord of her bikini. Easily she reached down and undid the side bows, letting the cords fall away so that she was naked under my hands. I was sweating.

'You don't mind your mum talking about sex with you, do you?'

'No … not at all.'

'It's just that … well, it's nice to be desired. He makes me very happy. I feel like a proper woman for the first time - I never realised it could be so good.'

She shifted under me, opening her legs so that her crotch was revealed. I saw her fat crinkly labia, naked and swollen. My hands continued to massage her buttocks and upper thighs of their own accord. Every time I pushed upwards against her arse the cleft opened and I saw her big dark anus. The image of Jim covering her body, his cock impaling her from behind, filled my head. The temptation to plunge my thumbs into her cunt was tremendous. I must have given a groan.

My mother suddenly rolled herself onto her back. Her bikini was left behind and I saw her naked body with its shaven pubes. I realised that my cock was distending my thin shorts blatantly. Her eyes found it and she smiled, but said nothing.

'You want to do my front as well?’ she asked coyly.

My eyes flicked involuntarily between her big dark nipples, standing up like tree stumps, and her shamelessly aroused pussy. Was she deliberately tempting me, encouraging me to want to have sex with her? My head swam.

‘I’ve ... got to go to the loo ..’ I stammered, and fled.

I sat in the bathroom for a while, trying to will my erection to subside, afraid to venture outside again. Eventually I crept to the bedroom window and peeped over the sill at my mother, still lying there revealed in all her nakedness. Her hand was stroking her breasts idly, teasing the nipples, and occasionally sliding down her stomach to brush over her pubic mound and pussy lips. I guessed she was unwilling to masturbate fully but couldn’t resist keeping herself on the boil. I found that I was stroking my cock while I watched her.

Fortunately the spell was broken eventually by the return of Pauline and Jim. My sister was full of her riding lesson and Jim was looking pleased with himself too. My mum appeared, carelessly pulling on a thin robe over her nudity. She gave him an open-mouthed kiss and whispered something in his ear - probably ‘fuck me’ because they made an excuse to disappear as soon as possible.

Pauline beckoned me into our bedroom with a grin, and we listened as the sounds of passion through the wall grew louder.

‘So what have you been up to while I’ve had my legs wrapped around a huge hot throbbing beast?’ she said, hugging herself with a smug smile.

‘Nothing really. Why are you so pleased with yourself? Did you cum while you were in the saddle?’

‘No, but I nearly did afterwards.’

‘How so?’

‘Jim and I stopped to look at the view - you know, from that cliff road. We were chatting about the riding ... you know. I said that it had made my thighs sore. Then he started to massage them ... well, it was nice, I just lay back and let him. He got very near my crotch ... ‘

‘The bastard ...’ I said involuntarily. I was feeling quite protective towards her really.

Pauline giggled. ‘It was what I wanted. I was feeling a bit horny anyway from the riding, and he made me very very horny. I was juicing like anything. Here, feel.’ She grabbed my hand and stuffed it down her shorts, inside her panties. She was right, her cunt was hot and slippery. Automatically I began to rub it, her swollen flesh wet under my fingers. She moaned quietly and gyrated her hips slowly.

‘I could see he had a huge hard-on. I just wanted to get it out and suck on it, push it into my cunt, feel it tearing me open, pumping spunk everywhere ... oh shit!’

Quickly my sister climaxed, juice flooding out over my hand and soaking her panties. Her body trembled against me.

‘Fuck, that was a big one,’ she murmured.

‘So what happened?’ I asked.

‘Oh, nothing. We just drove off as if everything was normal. He’s probably fantasising about it while he fucks mum.’ She indicated the sounds of ecstasy still coming through the bedroom wall.

I still had my hand inside her wet panties. She pulled it out and licked it. ‘Mmm, cool. Looks like you need some relief too.’ She pointed to my distended shorts.

‘God, Pauline, you are too much. What with you and mum ...’

‘What about mum?’ she asked as she pulled my shorts down and began to stroke my cock. ‘Don’t tell me you shagged her?’

‘No but I could have done ... oh that’s so good.’

I told her, as well as I could while she took me up the slope to climax, about what had taken place on the lawn. I spared nothing of what I had seen or felt, describing the temptations of my mother’s body in graphic detail. Reliving it increased the force of my orgasm, and I jetted spunk onto Pauline’s hair and shoulder, which gave her a fit of giggles.

‘Thought you might have had a wank before I got back. But it looks like you didn’t.’

‘No ... I controlled myself.’

‘Just as well. Remember our deal, eh?’

She undressed casually, removing her blouse wet with my sperm and her shorts and panties soaked with her own juices. She stood naked in front of the mirror and examined her body critically.

‘Hmm, I’m an older man’s wet dream, aren’t I? I’m going to see how far he’ll go.’

‘Are you sure that’s a good idea?’

‘Why should mum have all the fun? I have plans for that enormous cock of his.’ She grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. I sat and fretted. When my sister got some scheme in her head it was impossible to dissuade her. But I thought she was playing with fire. I was also a little peeved that she didn’t seem to want to go all the way with me, but rather was fixated on Jim’s admittedly much more impressive cock.

The said cock had obviously been well-received by my mother, for when we got together for dinner she was looking sleek and happy, smoky-eyed and full-lipped with sexual satiation. She gave me a knowing smile. I visualised her rock-hard nipples and fat puffy cunt, tender and swollen from vigorous fucking, and gained a solid erection which lasted all evening until we retired to bed at an unseemly early hour, the adults obviously desperate to slake their lusts anew.

Pauline and I got our night things on and headed for the veranda as was our habit. I hardly glanced at my sister’s body, it had become so familiar to me. We got in position and found once again that they hadn’t even bothered to draw the curtains. They were already naked and conjoined, my mum on her back with her arse on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, and Jim was crouching before her and plunging his cock in and out with huge rhythmic strokes which made her tits joggle. Every now and then mum would reach down and rub her clit, keeping herself on the edge of orgasm.

‘Fucking hell,’ Pauline breathed. ‘He must be up into her throat.’ The thought of being speared by that massive organ clearly obsessed her. We watched entranced as they moved through several other sex positions, including some I had never imagined, but always came back to the original one which seemed to give them the most pleasure. Now and then Jim would withdraw completely, his cock reddened and shiny, and rub its base against mum’s clit while she wanked his shaft. This always gave her a noisy climax.

After an hour or so of strenuous fucking he knelt between her legs and began to lick her gaping cunt and suck on her clit. Because of the angle we had a grandstand view, and of when he introduced two and then three fingers into her cunt and began to finger-fuck her while he continued to nibble her poor swollen clit. God she made some noise! Her orgasm must have lasted five minutes.

Back to some more regular thrusting in mum’s now massively dilated cunt, and then she said something to him and he climbed onto the bed and straddled her chest. She pushed her tits together to engulf his cock in her hot soft flesh, and he began to thrust gently, the purple swollen head of his shaft emerging from her cleavage.

‘Shit!’ breathed Pauline. ‘Wish my tits were big enough for that!’

I couldn’t speak. Jim was rigid with excitement, his face red and the veins standing out in his neck. My mum craned her head forward and he gave a mighty shout and a huge jet of whiteness erupted from his cock and splashed full in her face. She opened her mouth wide and received several more enormous gouts of cum, some of them in her hair, some over her eyes and nose, others right into her mouth. When his spurts subsided she pulled him forward and enclosed his cockhead in her lips, which must have set off another mini-orgasm as Jim gasped and his body jerked again.

When eventually he lay exhausted on her with his head pillowed on her breasts, while she idly played with the strings of cum across her face, we kiddies decided it was time to scuttle back to our own amusements.

Pauline was almost speechless. She stuffed a pillow between her legs and rocked back and forwards on it, muttering ‘Jesus!’ over and over again. I stripped off my shorts and touched my cock with trembling fingertips, afraid that anything more would set off an eruption. I went and hugged her, feeling her body trembling hotly.

‘Did you see him cum all over her face?’ she whispered. ‘So much of it ... all over her. And her cunt ... it’s like a cave. His cock must feel like it fills her whole body.’

Gently I pulled her T-shirt off. Her puffy nipples were swollen and pink.

‘I want to try it,’ she announced.

‘What?’

‘You fuck my tits, like mum’s. Come on.’

She lay down on her back. I knew better than to argue. I climbed on and sat down over her chest, my balls pressing into her ribcage. Pauline’s tits were small but firm; my cock lay in the wide valley between them. Her skin was hot and slightly damp with sweat. She pushed her tits together and my cock was just about enveloped in her flesh. It felt good and I knew I wouldn’t last very long. I began to thrust as gently as I could, while my sister looked down at the purple glans not many inches from her chin.

‘Tell me when you’re going to cum, won’t you?’ she said.

‘OK,’ I gasped.

‘Just imagine I’m mum. That gets you off, doesn’t it?’

I nodded, without shame.

‘And I’ll imagine that you’re Jim. He’s already reamed my poor little cunt and now he’s going to fuck my tits till he cums all over me ...’

I groaned; maybe it was the thought of my sister’s tight virginal cunt being invaded by Jim’s huge cock that did it. I didn’t have time to warn Pauline, but spurted fiercely and copiously. It caught her right on the nose. She yelped with surprise but was unable to avoid the subsequent spurts which covered her forehead and hair and cheeks and lips. I noticed that she kept her mouth firmly shut.

My orgasm was long and draining and eventually subsided into a few dribbles which pooled between her tits. Pauline grinned at me.

‘Fucking hell, what a mess!’

‘Sorry,’ I said.

‘It’s OK. First of many, I guess.’

I sat back and looked at her body, in particular her prominent pubic mound with its thin tuft of hair.

‘You still horny?’

‘You bet,’ she said, wiping away a strand of cum across her lips.

‘What you going to do?’

‘Wank of course. Want to watch?’

I nodded, a bit disappointed that she didn’t ask me to finger her or lick her cunt. I knelt by the bed and she opened her thighs wide so that her cunt was about a foot from my face. I could smell her hot musky female scent. Her labia were red and swollen and shiny with juice, slightly parted to show the deep pink membranes between. Pauline slid a couple of fingers down into her slit and began to stroke gently. It was fascinating watching a girl stimulate herself in the way she knew best, without any shame or posing. My sister was completely lost in her own pleasure, I could tell.

As her fingers moved faster, one on either side of her clit, I could see drops of fluid gathering in her slit and oozing downwards onto her buttocks. Her hips and thighs quivered and her sex smell grew stronger, making my head swim.

Pauline gave herself a long slow intense climax, crying ‘fuck, fuck, fuck ...’ softly over and over again. Her arse thudded into the mattress and her pussy lips swelled and reddened. She kept stroking her clit throughout, even when I thought her orgasm had finished. Then all movement gradually ceased and eventually I realised that she was asleep.

I stood up, my knees protesting. My sister was spread-eagled across my bed, with a big damp patch under her crotch. Her face was still streaked with my cum. I lifted her legs onto the bed and covered her with a sheet, then lay on her bed and stroked my now-hard cock. I didn’t cum, though - we had a deal.

 

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