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  Family Holiday

Day 8

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We both slept late, but I woke first. Pauline was still deeply asleep – not surprising after the number of draining climaxes she had enjoyed. I went and showered luxuriously, then pulled on a pair of shorts and went in search of breakfast – I was ravenous.

Jim was in the kitchen, reading a book. He looked fit and pleased with himself – as well he might, having had extreme sex all evening and night. We greeted each other guardedly – I knew he knew that I had probably watched him with my mum last night, but did he know that I knew? We made small-talk while I ate, then he said he was going for a run.

I looked in on Pauline but she was still dead to the world, so I settled down with my Playstation. After half-an-hour I heard Mum’s bedroom door open and she appeared. She had obviously not thought about whether there was anyone around, for she was naked (not unusual) and also still bore the signs of recent sex. Her hair was tousled, her nipples solidly erect, her face sleepy and misty-eyed. But I couldn’t help staring at her naked pussy – her labia, normally fairly prominent, were huge and swollen and angry pink. She walked unsteadily, her legs apart, obviously very tender. And was that splashes of dried spunk between her breasts?

She saw me looking and bit her lip in embarrassment. ‘Sorry … bit sore today. We … er … overdid it a bit last night.’

I smiled at her honesty. ‘As long as you enjoyed it.’

She grinned. ‘Oh yes … I better have a shower. Put some Savlon on.’

She walked gingerly to the bathroom. I realised that I was sweating.

I made her some coffee and toast while she showered. I imagined her smoothing the antiseptic into her inflamed membranes. Would she be tempted to masturbate, in spite of the soreness? Was she expecting me to come in and help her?

But no, she emerged with a white towel around her head but no other clothing. Her pussy was still red and swollen and there was a sheen of cream over it too. I wondered if her anus was likewise anointed. She sat down very gingerly on the edge of the chair.

‘Haven’t felt like this for … well, ages. Can’t remember the last time.’ She smiled to herself, obviously remembering some of the highlights of the night.

‘Is Pauly still asleep? Do you think I should take her some coffee?’

‘No!’ I said hurriedly. ‘I mean, she’s fast asleep. Better leave her.’

At that moment the bedroom door opened and my sister wandered in, yawning ferociously, still half asleep. She was totally naked and unconcerned. I saw with horror that, like mum, her bare pussy was swollen and red, and she walked bow-legged. She noticed us and stopped mid-yawn.

‘Oh. Hi. Thought everyone was out.’

I could see my mother was lost for words. She could hardly comment on Pauline’s nakedness when she’d been wandering around bare-assed for days. But the fact that her daughter was shaven, and that her pussy showed unmistakeable signs of over-use … With an effort she controlled herself, obviously deciding to Have A Word later.

‘Sleep well?’ I asked, with an attempt at casualness.

‘Mmm, like a log.’ She grinned at me through half-closed eyes. ‘Any coffee going?’ She sat down on the edge of a chair, wincing blatantly. Mum got up to pour her a mug and I could see my sister’s eyes fixed on her puss.

I was trembling. Pauline had obviously decided that she wanted to Come Out about her sexual activity. I only hoped that she wouldn’t say anything that implicated me in it, and that Mum would think she’d got laid by someone she’d met on the beach.

‘Looks like you enjoyed yourself last night,’ Pauline observed to her mother.

‘I could say the same about you, young lady.’

This interesting conversation was interrupted by the return of Jim, dripping with sweat from his run. He stopped dead when he saw two naked women sitting at the kitchen table. He was used to seeing my mother nude, but he had only seen Pauline’s body under circumstances that he couldn’t reveal. I could see him trying not to look at her. I could also see his erection growing in his running shorts. His mouth opened and closed silently.

‘Hi,’ Pauline said easily. ‘Had a good run?’

‘Yeah. Um … I’ll go and shower.’ He made a quick exit.

‘Pauline …’ my mum said uncertainly. ‘I don’t know whether it’s a good idea for you to wander around naked when Jim – and Phil – are around.’

‘Why not? You do.’

My mother wiped a hand over her face. ‘Yes, I know. And maybe I shouldn’t. But it’s different  - you’re young …’ She could see that she was on very dodgy ground.

‘It’s cool. They don’t mind. Do you?’ she turned to me, grinning.

‘It’s OK with me,’ I said weakly.

‘Hey, maybe we should go down to that nudist beach,’ my sister said brightly. ‘Then we’d all be the same.’ I could tell that her devious mind was wanting Jim and I to sport uncontrollable erections in public.

‘I don’t know …’ Mum said, obviously wondering how she was going to handle all this.

‘I need a shower anyway,’ my sister said, and got up.

‘Jim’s in there – you’ll have to wait.’

‘Oh, he won’t mind,’ she said, making a face at me.

‘No but I will.’ Mum was suddenly stern.

Pauline yawned and stretched, the tips of her breasts lifting excitingly. I found myself wanting her badly again. ‘Just teasing.’

The subject – of my sister’s sexual awakening, and other matters – was shelved while we discussed what to do that day. It was close to lunchtime anyway by now, and we decided to hang about on the beach for a while. Jim emerged and Pauline took his place, and conversation was stilted. We got our beach things together and there was much subtle jockeying to ensure that we all went together. Pauline and I were determined not to let Mum and Jim have time alone together; Pauline did not want to be alone with her mother for fear of a heart-to-heart talk, but did want to be alone with Jim in order to tease him mercilessly. I was desperate to fuck Pauline again but did not want to be with Jim; I was undecided about my mother. The dynamics were fascinating, if a little stressful.

Pauline pulled on some loose shorts and a T shirt and we wandered down to the beach together, followed by the adults. My sister was walking slowly and gingerly.

‘You look really sore,’ I whispered.

‘Yeah – can’t bear any knicks or anything. My pussy’s on fire. It was good though, wasn’t it?’

‘I’m dying to fuck you again.’

‘Me too, but not today. You’ll just have to fuck my arse instead.’

‘What a choice!’

‘Mum’s pretty sore too. Don’t know how she can bear that tight little thong. Wonder if she’ll keep him off her today?’

‘No way! She wants it too bad for that. Bet you.’

‘Hmm, you’re probably right,’ she said.

‘Mum’s going to lay into you sooner or later,’ I said. ‘She can tell you got fucked last night.’

‘I know. Who cares? Might as well be open about it.’

‘What about me? I mean, what if she thinks it was me?’

‘She won’t. I’ll tell her it was a friend I met. Don’t worry, I’m a good liar.’

‘When can we do it again?’

‘God, soon I hope. I really want you in me again. I feel empty!’

We found a nice spot and spread our things out.

‘I thought we were going to the nudist bit today?’ Pauline said with a grin, but the adults didn’t answer her.

‘I’m keen,’ I said, wanting to stir things up. ‘What about you Jim?’

Jim was carrying his usual enormous erection in his shorts. ‘Uh-uh,’ he said. ‘Not for me.’

‘Later maybe,’ mum said, smoothing suntan cream over her breasts with a sensuous motion. I could see that the idea had some appeal for her.

‘Bet you 5 euros they go back to shag before lunch,’ Pauline whispered to me.

‘No bet,’ I said. ‘Look, she’s practically masturbating for him.’

My mother was massaging the cream all over her body, her eyes closed in bliss. Her hand dipped inside her tiny thong, her fingers gently oiling her swollen pussy lips. I saw Jim watching, his mouth almost drooling.

‘She’s a whore,’ my sister mouthed with a grin.

‘Just like you,’ I grinned back. ‘Want me to rub some cream inside your arsehole?’

‘God yes! Three fingers at least. Jesus I’m gagging for it.’

Jim and I played beach tennis while Mum watched and Pauline pretended to doze. Later Jim wandered off, saying he was going for an English newspaper. Mum rummaged in the coolbox.

‘Oh damn, I’ve forgotten the fruit juice and water. I’ll just pop back and get them.’

‘It’s OK, mum, I’ll go,’ I said, winking at Pauline, who scowled at me.

‘No, you stay. My leg’s gone to sleep, I need a walk.’ She hurried off.

Pauline snorted. ‘Trying to leave me with her so she can have a chat about sex, eh?’

That hadn’t occurred to me. ‘No, just trying to spoil their little tryst.’

‘You think? Better go and follow her then, voyeur.’

I grinned, got up and strolled towards the villa. I looked in the bedroom window but there was no-one on the big rumpled bed. But the kitchen door was open, and I could hear rhythmic moaning noises coming from inside. I peeped in. My mother, naked, stood supporting herself against the worktop, thrusting her arse backwards, her feet planted wide. Jim, also naked, gripped her hips and pumped his huge cock between her buttocks. I could see its glistening length sliding deep into her anus. The muscles in his legs and buttocks were taut and sculpted; sweat shone on his back. He thrust relentlessly, his movement increasing until she was taking his entire length on every stroke. She mewled with ecstasy, her breasts bouncing.

I must have made some noise, for she turned her head and gave a gasp as she saw me looking at them.

‘Jim! Jim!’ she husked, ‘he’s seen us. Phil’s here!’

Jim was approaching his climax and would not be put off. He pounded harder into her, every vein standing out in his straining body. With a massive heave and shout he buried his cock to the hilt in her arse and his body convulsed as he came explosively. He stayed, holding her hips against him, while his muscles spasmed again and again, his buttocks hollowing with the effort.

Then he pulled out of her roughly, his still hard cock red and shining, and stormed off into the lounge, shouting ‘Didn’t you know? He likes to watch!’

I was rooted to the spot. My mum stayed where she was, half bent over the worktop, her back rising and falling with great shuddering breaths. I thought she was sobbing. I went over to her and we hugged tightly. I was conscious of her hard nipples pressing into my chest and my erection pressing into her stomach. She rested her head against my shoulder as her trembling died away.

Suddenly she let out a long wet bubbly fart. We both giggled involuntarily.

‘I guess I’ve got no secrets from you any more, have I?’ she said with a chuckle in her voice. I hugged her tighter.

‘He just likes to keep me full up,’ she observed to herself.

I realised that she was deliberately pressing her stomach against my cock, grinding her hips minutely to excite me. It shocked me slightly and aroused me more. Slowly she squatted down, rubbing her breasts down my chest, sliding her hands down my sides, taking the waist band of my shorts with them. My cock sprang free and her head was there level with it. Now my mother was kneeling before me and took the tip of my cock in her hot mouth. Her full lips closed around my glans and I almost came with the pure bliss of it. She gripped me just below my cockhead and swirled her hot muscular tongue over my plum. I heard her give another wet fart and there was a splatting sound as the spunk from her arse fell onto the tiles.

Slowly I felt her lips slide down my cock until they were against my pubic hair. The end of my cock seemed to be held in a firm grip. I looked down at the top of her head, and realised that my cock must be down her throat. God, my own mother was deep-throating me!

Her hand roamed over my hips and buttocks as she massaged my cockhead with her throat muscles. A hand slipped between my legs and caressed my tight balls and anus. I felt the first beginnings of orgasm and she must have done too, for she pressed a finger hard against the base of my cock and the sensation receded. I was in the hands of an expert!

Her head began to bob up and down, her full wet lips sliding along my rigid shaft, her cheeks hollowing with suction. At the same time she pressed a finger against my anus and to my amazement it slid it easily – she must have lubricated it with something – probably her own pussy juices. I felt it go deep inside me, then she started to massage the base of my cock from the inside! I almost came again but she stopped it with her previous trick.

I was now in seventh heaven. Pauline’s virginal oral attempts were nothing compared with my mother’s experienced technique. She played on my cock like a musical instrument, drawing me up to heights of ecstasy I did not believe possible, taking me to very brink of climax until I knew I would have to erupt, and then cutting me off just in time. Her finger plunged in and out of my arsehole, rubbing hard against something deep at the base of my cock. I could feel hot precum seeping out of my shaft in a constant stream.

I have no idea how long the heavenly session lasted – I could not think about anything except the sensations that were produced in my cock and flowing to every part of my body. But all good things have to end, and finally she began to fuck her mouth with my cock fast and furious, adding another finger to my arse until the stretching sensation was just below the point of pain. She fucked my arsehole vigorously with her fingers, rubbing them against a solid lump that seemed to be deep inside me. The orgasm built until my need to come was far stronger than I had ever known it. I couldn’t stifle a great shout as the first gout of superheated cum rushed up my shaft and exploded in her mouth. Another and another followed it as my legs buckled and only her fingers in my arse held me upright.

But it didn’t start to die away – I just kept coming at the same intensity, fiery gush after gush, until my balls ached and my cock was hurting. Dimly I was aware of my mother’s throat contracting around my cockhead, keeping my spasms going, swallowing down everything I could produce. It felt like pints of hot liquid were being spurted down her gullet.

My head began to swim and eventually her fingers stopped massaging me internally and my convulsive squirts ebbed. My cock felt tender and used. My mother withdrew her mouth slowly, her lips sliding along my still quivering flesh, until my softening cock popped out. She smiled up at me and gave a deep thick burp of contentment. I was too shocked to speak, or even think.

‘That was a good one,’ she whispered tenderly. ‘I’m full both ends now.’

I leaned back against the counter while she stood up, rubbed her hands sensuously over her breasts, and walked with a roll of her hips over to the fridge.

‘Better get the drinks,’ she said with a chuckle in her voice. ‘That was what we came for, after all.’

She put some stuff into a cool box and  looked over her shoulder at me with a grin.

‘Coming? Or do you want more of me?’

When I didn’t respond, she shrugged and went out. I stood there looking down at my cock, reliving my recent experience. It had been the longest and most intense orgasm of my life, and I had ejaculated down my own mother’s throat while her fingers fucked my arsehole. I didn’t know how to cope with it. Suddenly I imagined Jim’s much larger organ sliding deep into her throat while she massaged him likewise, pumping his massive volumes of sperm into her stomach, and my cock twitched and began to swell again. It was still wet with my mother’s saliva.

I must have stayed there erect and throbbing, not touching my cock, for fifteen minutes or so. There was a noise and Pauline entered.

‘I’ve been sent to find you,’ she said, and then stopped as she saw me naked and hard.

‘Hey, ready for me already? Well, I am if you are!’ She shucked off her T shirt and shorts, revealing her slim body to me easily. I grabbed her and held her to me, hard. She could feel that I was trembling.

‘Pauline … it’s mum.’ My throat was dry.

‘What about her?’

‘I … she just sucked me off … sucked my cock … all the way, deep-throated me. I had the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had.’

I’ll say this for my sister, not much shocks her. She barely paused.

‘Hey, good for you! I bet she’s been wanting to do that for ages. And you’ve been wanting it too, haven’t you?’ I nodded, loving her anew for divining and accepting my deepest fantasies.

My sister slipped a hand between our naked bodies and gripped my cock.

‘But you want to fuck my arse now, don’t you? Now’s our chance.’

The squeeze of her hot little hand was too much. I thought of the intense tightness of her juvenile arsehole. ‘Yeah, I do!’

Pauline reached for a bottle of olive oil and smeared it liberally over my erection, then bent forward, supporting herself on the counter, and rubbed more oil between her buttocks. I moved round to stand behind her, looking at her taut arse, spread for my entry. I placed my slippery cockhead against her anus and gripped her bony hips.

‘Oh yes,’ she breathed, ‘Put it in me now!’

With a lunge of my hips and a similar backwards thrust of hers, I slid in without using much force. Her sphincter gripped me with that familiar tightness. I looked at her hollowed back, shoulder blades prominent as she took her weight on her arms, legs splayed, her taut rim hugely dilated around my shaft, and felt another wave of love for her.

‘All the way in,’ she whispered, and I obliged.

We arse-shagged vigorously without a care for how rough we were or how much noise we made. Pauline supported herself on one hand and masturbated herself with the other while I just held her hips and rammed into her. She climaxed quickly, I took much longer, and she had come again, her sphincter clenching my cock painfully, before I reached my peak and emptied my newly-filled balls deep in her bowels.

I withdrew and inspected my sister’s pink and swollen anus. She farted wetly and giggled.

‘Clean me up, you fucker.’

I cleaned us both with some kitchen towel while she held her buttocks wide apart for me.

‘Bet you’d like to see if Mum’s arse is as tight as mine, wouldn’t you?’

‘She must be a lot bigger than you.’

‘But you want to check, don’t you?’

I hugged her from behind, my hands cupping her little breasts.

‘Of course I do. And you’d like to watch, wouldn’t you?’

She twisted round and gave me a very wet kiss.

‘I’d like to do everything,’ she murmured. We held each other, trembling at the thought of our desires.

‘Hey, we’d better get back to the folks,’ she said. ‘They’ll be wondering what we’re doing.’

On the way back down the beach, Pauline was in reflective mood. ‘I like anal sex,’ she mused. ‘It’s so … dirty, and yet so easy. At least, it is now I’ve got used to it. It was a bit of a stretch at first, but now I’m practised, you just slide right in. Feels like you’re right up in my stomach! Wonder if people can tell?’

‘Tell what?’

‘Well, like now, can people tell that I’ve just been buggered? Do I walk different?’

‘I haven’t noticed.’

‘Not looking at other girls, eh?’

We reached the adults – Mum gave me a quizzical look. We tucked into lunch and afterwards Jim and Pauline dozed on the sand and Mum (resplendent in thong and nothing else) asked me to walk along the beach with her. I sensed a Talk in the offing.

She took a deep breath. ‘Are you and Pauline having sex?’

I didn’t see any point in lying – after all it was pretty obvious.

‘Yes.’

She was silent for a while.

‘Does she enjoy it?’

‘Yes. Of course. We wouldn’t do it otherwise.’

‘Good. I mean – it’s not something I ought to encourage, but – if it gives you both pleasure …’

‘It’s great,’ I said. ‘It’s the best thing that’s ever happened …’ I realised I was gushing.

‘Are you being careful? I mean, contraception.’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘She ought to go on the pill … When we get home, I’ll see to it.’

We walked on. ‘You’re not angry?’

‘I’m not a very good parent, am I? I ought to be furious. But … well, I know exactly how it feels. You’re both ready. Been ready for a while now. It was inevitable really. And I’m not a very good role model, am I?’ She squeezed my waist.

I felt my erection throb at the feel of her hot skin. ‘You’re OK, mum.’

‘When did you start?’

‘Well, the first night we arrived, really. It just happened.’

‘And you were both virgins?’

‘Mmm. Mum … could you tell?’

She chuckled. ‘I think so. Especially with Pauline.’

‘How?’

‘Hey, I’m a woman too, you know! I can just tell. And really, I’m glad it’s you, and not some bloke who picked her up on the beach.’

‘You are?’

‘Mmm. Just one warning, though – you’ll never let go of each other. Believe me. You’ll both have other partners, maybe get married, anything, but you’ll always keep coming back to each other. It’s a dangerous thing.’

I wanted to ask her how she could be so certain, but I dare not. I wondered what dark secrets she held.

We arrived back at the others. Mum winked at me and lay down next to Jim, I lay by my sister a couple of yards away. She stirred.

‘Pauline,’ I whispered.

‘My arse is leaking,’ she said sleepily.

‘Mum knows. About us.’

‘Really? How?’

‘She asked me. And I told her.’

‘Fucking Jesus.’

‘She’s OK about it. In fact I think she quite likes the idea.’

‘She’s a nympho,’ my sister observed. ‘Hey, that means we don’t have to hide it any more.’

‘Jim doesn’t know.’

‘I can handle him,’ she said smugly.

‘Is your cunt still sore?’ I asked.

‘A bit. But it’ll be ready for at least one fuck by tonight. And you have to tie me to the bed and suck me off, remember?’

‘How could I forget?’

‘Do we want to watch them tonight? Shall I get Jim to do something special?’

‘Don’t mind. I’m horny enough without the sex show.’

‘Mmm, me too. Let’s tell them we’re going back to fuck now.’

‘You tell them.’

But she didn’t. Even my sister had some inhibitions, it seemed. The afternoon wore on and eventually we tired of lying in the sun. We strolled back to the villa, burdened with towels and bags. Back in the lounge, mum stripped off her thong in one swift movement and grabbed Jim by the arm. She dragged him towards the bedroom, flashing a grin at us.

‘Come on, lover!’

Pauline and I looked at each other. It had been so quick, we were stunned. Then my sister came to her senses and shucked out of her shorts and T shirt. She posed naked for me, pointing imperiously.

‘You. Tongue. Inside me. Now.’

We hurried to our bedroom and she lay on the bed with her legs wide. I buried my face between them and tasted the hot slippery fluids that had welled out of her cunt during the afternoon, mixed with a hint of seawater. My tongue entered her hot tunnel and then probed her tight little arsehole, and she mewled with delight. I licked her fast and furious, sensing that she needed to come quickly the first time. She responded, clamping her thighs around my head and twisting her fingers in my hair. I could hardy breath as she ground her crotch against my face.

When she had spent, she released me and I rested my wet face on her thigh.

‘They’re going at it,’ she sighed, and I became aware of the violent groans, thumps and squeals from next door. ‘He’s giving her a right seeing-to.’

I dabbled my fingers in her sopping wet slit.

‘Do I need to shave yet?’ Pauline asked.

‘I’ll do the tongue test,’ I said, diving back between her legs and licking carefully all over her slippery skin. ‘Hmm, there’s a bit of stubble on your mound, and a tiny bit around your arsehole. Want me to shave you?’

‘Please. But suck me off again first. I’m still desperate.’

How could I refuse my sister’s wish? This time I took it slower and managed to insinuate my finger into her arse while I probed her hot innards with my tongue. Her clit was a solid button of flesh that begged to be sucked and nibbled. She went over the top in a long slow spasm of ecstasy.

Later, ignoring the demands of my rock-hard cock, I fetched shaving foam and her razor and a towel and applied myself to her intimate regions. I loved the way she pulled her legs as far apart as she could, and then held her pink labia out of the way, so I could reach into every crevice.

Pauline was in a most inelegant position, pulling her buttocks wide apart to give me access to her anus, when there was knock on the door and our mother walked in without waiting for an answer. She took in the scene, her daughter spread-eagled on the bed with remnants of shaving foam on her crotch, and her son holding the razor with his cock at full power, and a grin spread over her face.

‘Enjoying yourselves, my loves?’

She was naked, of course, and her pussy was fat and pink, her nipples red and hard (as always) and her skin flushed with recent orgasms. She propped a foot up on a chair, revealing more of her crotch to our fascinated gaze.

‘Sorry, I’m a bit tender again. We thought we’d go out for a nice meal tonight, as it’s our last chance. We’ll have to get an early night tomorrow.’ I had forgotten that it was our last day of holiday tomorrow and that we had to get to the airport at some ungodly hour in the night.

‘Um, yes, why not,’ I said, acutely conscious of my erection bobbing helplessly in my lap. I could not take my eyes off my mum’s cunt, where a gobbet of thick spunk had emerged from between her swollen labia and was making its way slowly down the inside of her thigh.

‘What time are we going?’ my sister said hoarsely.

‘Oh, in about an hour. That give you long enough to get ready? Posh frocks tonight.’

‘Um, oh, yes.’

‘OK. Jim’s in the shower just now.’

She grinned at us, stood up straight, and hip-wiggled out of the room. I could see the trail of spunk being smeared across both thighs. The door shut. Pauline gave a loud moan and rammed some fingers into her cunt.

‘Oh shit! That was too much!’

I held her wrist while she fucked herself hysterically.

‘Did you see the cum trickling out of her cunt?’ I asked.

‘Oh my god, do you think she knew? That woman is such a slut!’

My sister was still pumping three or four fingers into herself. ‘Shitting hell! Come on me, quickly!’

I grabbed my aching cock and rubbed fast. I could feel the orgasm rising as soon as I touched myself. Pauline was staring at me while she worked herself up to the peak, and as she crested and her body started to hump, I felt the fire burst inside me and ejaculated long creamy spurts over her wrist and stomach.

She lay panting on the bed, still gaping.

‘Shit, my cunt’s sore. You’ll have to have my arse tonight. Look, you’ve got spunk all over me. I can’t go out like this …  can I?’ She had a devilish grin on her face.

I wrapped a towel round my waist while my sister stayed naked. We went into the kitchen and met Jim, freshly washed and nude, his cock for once hanging loosely, although still large. He looked at Pauline’s sperm-spattered stomach and arm, and her pussy still smeared with shaving foam, and his mouth opened and shut a few times. The young slut just grinned at him and waltzed into the bathroom, from where the sounds of showering emerged. I followed.

Mum emerged, wet and pink.

‘What are you wearing tonight?’ her daughter inquired.

Mum pursed her lips and dried herself slowly. ‘Mmm, something sexy, I think. How about you?’

‘I’ll see what I’ve got. We don’t want to get the men too excited, though, do we?’ she grinned at me.

‘Oh, why not?’ Mum’s grin was even wider. I could see we were in for an interesting night.

We ordered a taxi. Mum was dressed in a semi-transparent lilac silk dress, thin straps holding it against her breasts, the floaty hem just below her crotch. Her dark nipples were plain beneath it. Skin showed wherever it touched her. It was indecent.

My sister was even worse. She had tied a flimsy flesh-coloured silk scarf around her bust – in dim light it was virtually invisible. Her skirt was white and about 6 inches long, higher at one side than the other. Unless positioned exactly right, her pubes would be on show. Sitting down would be impossible without revealing everything she possessed.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them both, and Jim was the same. He didn’t say anything, but I could see plainly that he was hugely erect.

‘You’re jailbait,’ I whispered as we got into the taxi, Jim in the front, me between the two females in the back.

‘I know,’ she replied.

In the restaurant, Jim and Pauline sat side by side, facing me and Mum. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my crotch. Mum was talking animatedly but it didn’t stop her massaging my cock gently. I slid my hand between her thighs and she opened them a little to give me better access. My fingers found her soft swollen labia and stroked them, feeling the  wetness spreading over the tender skin. From the expression on the faces of Jim and Pauline opposite, their hands were similarly engaged.

We drank a lot of wine and became less inhibited. Except when I was eating I had a couple of fingers in my mother’s pussy, stirring it gently, and she masturbated my cock slowly. Pauline’s face was flushed and her breathing rough, hinting that she was not far off a climax. I felt my head spinning with the sexual tension. There seemed to be an unspoken pact emerging that my mum and I would have open sex that night, while Jim and Pauline would at least attempt something illegal.

In the taxi back, I sat between the two females again, and they both massaged my cock blatantly while I stroked their pussies without embarrassment. I could feel the heat of their bare legs through my trousers, and the animal hotness of their cunts.

Once home, we were all a little unsteady with a sudden rush of alcohol. Pauline dragged Jim into the adult bedroom while mum supported herself against the kitchen worktop, her arse outlined through the flimsy dress, her legs akimbo. Boldly I lifted the dress up and over her head, revealing her naked back and buttocks. I massaged her hot dry flesh hungrily, and she thrust her arse at me. My cock was hurting with arousal; I shed my clothes, trembling with excitement, and grabbed a bottle of olive oil and poured some over my shaft and down the crack of her buttocks. I gripped her taut globes and parted them to reveal her anus, glistening with oil. I positioned my cockhead and thrust strongly.

She admitted me, with a soft moan deep in her throat. I sank smoothly into her hot bowels, unable to believe that at last I was penetrating my own mother’s rear entrance and that she was loving it. She was of course not nearly as tight as Pauline, but her muscles felt supple and strong and almost pulled me in until my pubic bone ground against her coccyx. She settled her feet wide apart and pushed back, trying to get even more of me inside her.

I gripped her hips and looked down at the union of our bodies. My cock was invisible, buried to the hilt in her rectum. I pulled back and watched it slide out, solid, reddened, pulsing with power, dragging her anal ring outwards. I withdrew until her sphincter was holding me below my cockhead, then thrust forward again, again eliciting that soft sensuous moan. Her muscles quivered around my shaft.

The oily glistening column slid easily back and forth as I rocked on my heels. I wanted to spin this one out – God knows when I would get the chance again. Part of me wished that Pauline was watching us. My mother’s hollowed back and projecting shoulder blades were smooth and tanned, and I wanted to spurt my seed over them and then massage it in.

I felt as if I could pump in her for hours, and she obviously was happy to let me do so, supporting herself on her arms, not touching herself like she sometimes did when Jim was buggering her. I think that, like me, the utter taboo of the situation was exciting enough for her.

But all good things come to an end, and it was when a sudden fantasy flashed into my mind, of my sister standing behind me, squeezing my balls and guiding my cock in and out of our mother’s anus, that I lost control and rammed as deep into her as I could and emptied my sperm into her intestines in long aching gouts …

Mum was almost purring with pleasure. I stayed in her as long as I could, but reached a softness that she could no longer grip, and my cock slid out with a distinct ‘plop’. I spread her buttocks to look at her dilated anus - a huge dark hole, its sides smooth and glistening. A trickle of spunk - my own spunk! - emerged and slid down over her cunt. Slowly the hole closed up, squeezing out a final bubble of sperm.

She turned round and we hugged, trembling. She buried her face in my neck and squeezed me tight against her. But the slut in her was unable to resist the urge to jerk her pubes against mine, and I knew she was desperate for her own release. I knelt down slowly, licking her hot sweaty skin, teasing her rockhard nipples, worming my tongue into her deep navel, until I was kissing her bare pubic mound.

My mother lifted herself until the edge of her buttocks were perched on the worktop, and spread her thighs wide, revealing her aroused cunt to me in all its mature, swollen, juicy glory. The scent of her female musk hit me like a slap, and I buried my face in her hot crotch, sucking and licking and biting furiously, feeling the wetness sluice across my cheeks. I got her rubbery clit between my lips and worried at it, making her mewl with delight. I felt her hands on my head, pushing me into exactly the right position so I could dive my tongue right up her gaping tunnel.

And she was gaping. My tongue hardly touched the sides. I flailed around to find her hot rugose walls, trickling with juice. It struck me that she hadn’t yet come and was probably desperate for something to fill her cunt. so I slid my fingers up against my face and pushed them into her entrance, moving my lips up to her solid clit. Dimly I heard her breathless voice saying something like ‘Oh yes, spread me, fill me up, stretch me, that’s right ...’

I pushed all four fingers in with a will, marvelling at how she just opened up wider and wider. ‘The thumb as well,’ she gasped, and with only a slight shock I obeyed, tucking my thumb into my palm and wriggling my hand upwards all the time. My mother moaned and mewled with pleasure, then reached down and grasped my wrist. I thought she was going to pull my hand away, but instead she pulled my arm up into her, bucking her hips and grunting. In disbelief I felt her tight cunt slide over my knuckles and grip my wrist.

‘Yes, that’s it, that’s so good! Now make a fist. Come on! That’s right, bigger. Now fuck me, oh yes, fuck me with your fist! Hard! harder!’

Unable to disobey her urging, I formed a fist and started to move it up and down inside her hot juice-filled cavern. I couldn’t believe what I was doing - fist-fucking my own mother! I sat back a little to watch my arm pistoning into her stretched pussy, her clit standing out of the taut membranes, the sinews in her thighs vibrating, her breasts and chest heaving, her head thrown back.

‘Yes, go on! Twist it round, stir me up! Use your knuckles!’

I pumped her harder, as if I was kneading dough. I could actually see her abdomen bulging where my fist was moving. Warm juices ran down my arm.

‘In and out! Pump me! Take it right in and out!’

I rasped my fist in and out of her tightness, as roughly as I could, for that seemed to be what she wanted. Her labia were red and swollen, sliding across my knuckles and wrist.

‘Now! Get your knuckles in ... against the front ... feel that hard pad. Yes! Rub it, hard. Harder! Oh god, yes!’

I massaged her insides with a will, knowing that she was working up to a very special climax indeed. And we weren’t even touching her clit. Her whole body was strung taut, vibrating, flushed, and sweaty. Animal grunts were coming from deep in her chest. Suddenly an agonised cry burst from her and her cunt convulsed around my hand. To my utter shock a jet of clear fluid shot from her and splashed against my chest, followed by another, lesser spurt, and then a dribble which ran down my arm.

My fist kept up its gyrations of its own accord while I wondered what the hell had happened. Had she pissed herself in her own climactic spasms? Her cunt was still clutching my hand and her body was shaking and heaving as her orgasm ran its lengthy course. Her sweaty buttocks were threatening to slide off the worktop and it was only my hand inside her that was keeping her up there.

Finally she found her breath and gave a huge groan.

‘Oh my god. Stop now. Oh heavens. Oh fucking hell.’

I slid my hand out of her cunt, which gave a few little quivers as it tried to hold me in. I stood up and hugged her hot sweaty body, feeling her trembling and shaking. She clung to me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist, the juice on my chest squishing against her tits. Slowly her breathing calmed.

I kissed her neck, my mind awash with overloaded sensations.

‘Oh Jesus,’ my mum said. ‘I haven’t come like that for ... years. Did I soak you?’

‘It’s OK,’ I mumbled.

‘Did it shock you? I bet you thought I’d peed on you.’

‘Didn’t you?’

‘No ... it’s called female ejaculation. I haven’t done that since ... well, never mind. It’s all to do with the G-spot. Didn’t you learn about that?’

‘I’ve heard of it ...’

‘Well, you sure found mine! Oh my word, I’m still fluttering inside.’

I hugged her, glad that I was been able to give her such intense pleasure. It put me one up on Jim, anyway, even though my cock was half the size of his. She gripped my head and kissed me softly on the lips.

‘Thanks.’

She stood up gingerly, still holding me. ‘We’d better check on Pauline. God knows what Jim’s been doing with her.’

I followed my mother’s unsteady, bowlegged gait as she opened her bedroom door and peered in, and gave a gasp. I looked round her shoulder. The light was still on, Jim lay on his back across the bed. My sister was lying on top of him, head to foot, naked and asleep, her face crushed against his flaccid cock. Her mouth, nose, forehead and hair were covered in strings of whiteness.

‘Oh god, I hope she’s all right,’ mum whispered. From the smile on Pauline’s face I thought it likely that she was perfectly all right, but I wondered whether she had managed to get Jim inside any of her orifices before he had erupted all over her head.

‘Oh my poor darling,’ mum crooned. ‘We’d better get her back to your room. Can you lift her?’

I picked up Pauline’s warm body and cradled her in my arms. Her spunk-smeared face rested against my shoulder. In her sleep she reached out and put her arms around my neck, a loving gesture which touched me intensely. Jim snored on, oblivious – he had drunk more than any of us.

‘Can you get her cleaned up?’ mum asked worriedly.

‘Its OK, mum, I’ll look after her,’ I said, and she smiled and kissed me gently.

‘I know you will. Oh my, I’m so tired.’ She lay on the bed next to Jim and was asleep almost before I had turned out the light.

Back in our room I laid my sister on the bed and fetched a wet towel, and carefully wiped her face and hair, getting rid of as much of Jim’s sperm as I could. Then I opened her thighs and inspected her pussy. It was swollen and pink but that was normal. I couldn’t see any damage. I lifted her legs and had a look at her anus. It was shiny with oil or lube but apart from that looked unhurt.

I lay next to her, suddenly overcome with tiredness, wine, and the extreme emotions of the last few hours, and covered us with a sheet. My sister’s last act was to snuggle against me and rest her head on my shoulder.

 

Day 9

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