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Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.
For this story you have to imagine that it is two thousand and seventeen, my two youngest children haven't been born, there is just Amy and me.
The Edinburgh Trip I won't go into my history too much here, I've written about my relationship with my mother several times before but I don't often mention my Grandparents, the main reason for that is that I never really knew my Grandparents. My mother had broken off all contact with her family before I was born so I had never known any of them, I didn't even know if I had uncles or aunties, I assumed that there would be a clutch of cousins. I had seen my Father's family, he had a sister and two brothers but even so, I could count on my fingers the number of times I had seen my Father's family.
My daughter Amy had been working on a project for her Social Studies GCSE, as Northampton had a blossoming population of Asian families Amy had chosen to do her project on the extended family, as part of her studies she had been using the Internet to try and piece together our family tree and as a part of that research, she had traced and contacted large parts of my Mother's family and my maternal Grandparents.
It turned out that my Grandparents had rented a villa in Edinburgh for the summer, the villa was high on a hill, overlooking the historic city with an un-obscured view of the castle, the villa was actually in what they called the new town, so it had the luxury of space with the advantage of the view over the valley to the older city on the slope of the next hill.
My Mother's parents were going to spend the whole Summer in the villa with various parts of their family visiting on and off throughout their stay, they had invited me and my daughter to join them for a week so we could get to know each other, they had even offered to pay for us to use public transport to get up to ~Edinburgh so that I didn't have the stress of a seven hundred mile round trip in my beat up little Vauxhall Corsa.
I had checked out the train and the flight, prices as well as timing, on the train my fifteen year old daughter, Amy, would be half price, she had a special student rail card because she used the local sprinter train to get from our village into Northampton to go to school every day, on the plane she would count as an adult. There wouldn't be a huge difference in time either, because of the ridiculous need that airlines seem to have for passengers to be sitting around the terminal for two hours before flying and getting to the airport from our village and from the airport in Scotland back into Edinburgh, so I decided on taking the train.
I had two options for the train, Northampton to Derby, then wait on the platform for an hour and then catch the Edinburgh train via Newcastle, the total journey time would be six and a half hours if everything went as planned but I got a warning from the ticket seller at our local station, "The Derby to Edinburgh train was often standing room only from Birmingham all the way through to Newcastle!" That meant Amy and I may have ended up standing for more than half of our journey. His advice was to go the other way, south from Northampton to London, a little counter intuitive, adding a hundred miles on to the journey each way but, the London to Edinburgh train was the east-coast main line, electrified all the way and fifty percent faster than the diesel train on the midland main line, add to that, fewer stops and the fact that getting on the train in London we stood more chance of finding a seat so long as we timed it so that we were at the station in London fifteen minutes before the train was due to depart.
"Londoners won't waste fifteen minutes sitting on a stationary train, time is too valuable to them, they restock the buffet in London so the train will be on the platform at least fifteen minutes for that!" Was the advice from the friendly ticket seller.
I was in a rush on the day of the Edinburgh trip, I had got up at six o'clock and rushed through breakfast, I had called Amy a dozen times to come and eat her breakfast, I was fully dressed, my suitcase packed and sitting on the front door mat waiting for the taxi to the train station in Bedford, I had booked an Apex ticket, saving money on booking three months in advance but paying the extra to travel to London in the rush-hour so that we didn't waste too much of the day travelling. I checked the time, the taxi was due in five minutes, Amy was still sitting at the dining table eating toast and drinking tea, that wasn't so bad, the fact that with just five minutes to go, Amy was still in her pyjamas and was unwashed, now that was a problem!
I was almost having a heart attack, I could see the taxi turning into our lane and my bag was still alone on the doorstep, Amy tottered up in, well, she was dressed as if she was going to a party rather than on a six hour journey to see her Great Grandparents, it was a hot summers day so I could hardly complain about the fact that she was dressed in a lightweight summer dress, the fact that it was brand new, that I had never seen it before and that I thought that it was totally inappropriate dress for a trip to Scotland. The dress was white, cheap tacky micro-halter dress in lightweight nylon; I had pointed out to Amy many times that when a girl has busts over a certain size it needs to be carefully encased in some kind of foundation garment but as usual she had ignored my advice.
Amy's nipples and areolas were clearly visible through the thin white material. Not just the darker skin colour but also the outline of each bump and ridge of her areola because the dress was a little too tight, apparently her father had been pestered into buying the dress for her, and as I later found out several other 'inappropriate' items of clothing. I had allowed Amy to start dating a year earlier and had tried to impress on her the correct way for a young lady to dress in public, I gave her a little look, a motherly look but didn't say a word, Amy stamped her feet, "OK! Don't say it, I'll go and find something else to put on!"It was a good thing the taxi driver wasn't actually in front of our house or he would have seen more that he or I had bargained for.
"I'll find something else to wear but it took me ages to choose this!" Ages, she was in her PJ's just five minutes earlier, the taxi stopped and the driver sounded his horn, he wound down his window and called out that there was a water leak on the Kettering road and Severn Trent had the road up, we were going to have to go the long way round to get into Bedford, so we had to 'shake a leg' or Amy and I would miss our train. The one bad thing about the privatised train service, the tickets were almost set in concrete, any deviation, any at all would result in an increase in the price so we had to make the connections exactly as planned.
"OK, you can wear that but you'll have to find something to change into once we are on the train!" I noticed that as soon as Amy sat down in the back of the taxi the driver altered his rear view mirror so that he could look at Amy's legs as he drove along, her legs and more! He was so concentrating on Amy's legs that we almost had three crashes on the ten minute drive into Bedford.
The train into London was standing room only, it was an old sprinter train, just two carriages with only one toilet, I decided not to push Amy into changing on that train, the one toilet was much in demand by the (seemingly) thousand men crammed into the two compartments. Because of the number of men on the first train it took longer than planned to get into London so we had a rush to get across Kings Cross to the east coast platform to get the Edinburgh train. The train wasn't full but there were very few double seats free.
The train was eight carriages long, each carriage had two tables on each side with four seats around each of them, each table had just one man or woman sitting at them with their belongings spread around to prevent anyone trying to share, I have to say that I had planned something similar myself if there had been a free table, I liked the idea of the extra space but didn't fancy sharing with strangers. We ended up sitting to one side of the rearmost table, because of the extra space the table had we were slightly further back than the seat across from us, I took the seat by the window and Amy took the seat by the isle. Because of the lack of space in the train our cases had to be stacked at the rear of the carriage on the luggage rack area by the toilet.
As the train sped through the Essex countryside, I tried to get into my book, Amy had her I-pod plugged into her ears, the volume so loud that I was sharing her tunes with her, I noticed that Amy was staring at the guy sitting at the table, I was about to dig her in the ribs, it was after all a little rude of her to be staring so openly at the man, even if he couldn't actually see her looking at him. I started to look too, the woman sitting opposite and behind us was sleeping with her case on the seat at the side of her and the man had his cases opposite him with his summer mackintosh heaped on top of the table.
It actually looked very untidy, the mother in me wanted to reach over and fold the coat and place it on top of the cases, just to make the train look a little tidier. The man at the table was reading, like I was supposed to be, I looked a little closer at Amy, she wasn't looking at the man's face or at the magazine he was reading, her eye-line was much lower, she was actually looking at the man's lap, I followed her gaze down, as the man was reading his magazine, his right hand was in his lap and he was actually rubbing himself through his trousers.
I jabbed Amy in her ribs, it took her ages to drag her eyes from the man's lap, he moved his right hand to turn the page in his magazine and I realised just how big the man was. He looked around sixty years old, a little older than my husband, his hairline was receding and he was a little over weight but he was dressed quite smartly and he did have a huge bulge in his trousers. I found myself wondering how his bulge compared to James's, not that I had seen James in a public place like this with a hard on before.
Amy looked at me eventually, she had a huge grin on her face, "I's rude to stare at him like that!" Amy giggled, "Not as rude as what he's doing over there!" Amy just went right back to staring at the man, I did too, his hand left the page of his magazine and before it returned to his lap the man re-arranged his coat on top of the table to hide what he was doing from anyone who happened to be passing. Amy and I though could see under the coat and from our angle we could clearly see as he began to stroke himself again.
I was mesmerised, Amy was too, I tried to see what he was reading, it looked like a glossy men's magazine, better known amongst working men as a 'Wank-mag', this one though, didn't have pictures, just paragraphs and paragraphs of words.
I was trying to be discrete, I had turned in my seat with my back against the window and holding my book in front of me as if I were reading it while all the time I was actually watching this older man rubbing his cock through his trousers, Amy wasn't being so discreet, she was listening to her music and nodding her head in time to the tinny beat that almost everyone else in the carriage could hear from the back of her headphones. The guy's breathing seemed to be increasing and his right hand was moving more, longer strokes and slightly faster, it looked like he was about to cum, then he suddenly moved his hand again, he took a deep breath, almost like a sigh.
I tried to look at my book as quickly as I could as he looked around the train, I could see that he was calculating just how many travellers were still awake, how many people were likely to move around the compartment, his eyes flashed over me, he paused slightly at Amy, I saw her face flex as she beamed out a smile for him. He shifted his position, checked that his coat was hiding as much of himself as it could before turning his magazine over, I could see that there was a large bold line at the top of the left hand column, obviously the start of a new article or story, whichever genre that particular 'entertainment' took.
I watched closely as his right hand slipped back to his lap, this time it stopped at the waistband of his trousers, he popped the top button and pulled his zipper down a little, I really wanted to pull Amy around to face me but I couldn't be that two faced, I could easily have stopped looking at the man but I didn't want too, I was desperate to keep watching him, whatever it was that he was going to do next.
I had realised a long time before that older men fascinated me sexually, my own husband was ten years older than me when we met, at twenty, a thirty year old man seemed ancient, at close to forty, a fifty year old man didn't seem that much older than me, the man I was looking at right at that moment seemed to be getting handsomer and more interesting with every minute that passed.
His hand slipped down the front of his underpants, easing the elastic forward and sliding his hand all the way inside, his underpants looked like they were tight fitting red Lycra, not conventional 'Y' fronts, they didn't look like they had a fly hole at all, they could have been boxers, another thought flashed through my mind, they could have been women's panties too, but the elasticated wasteland looked far too masculine to be panties.
He now had a good handful of his own meat; his tight underpants were keeping hand and cock hidden from view as he pulled his meat up and down. I saw him take a quick look over to see if I was looking, I turned a page to try and make it look like I was engrossed in my book, he checked me out quickly before flashing over to Amy, he smiled at her, she returned his smile, then he returned his attention to his magazine, he lifted his hand forward slightly to expose the head of his cock below his palm, Amy jumped slightly in her seat, like she had been hit by an electric shock, I didn't need to wonder if she had seen the huge purple head of his monster cock that I had just seen.
His cock was only uncovered for a moment before he covered it again with his hand, now he wasn't stroking up and down his cock, he was grinding his cockhead against his stomach under the heel of his hand. Amy's little jump had caused her very short dress to pop out from under her buttocks so she was now sitting with her bare upper thighs directly on the course material of the seat. I wasn't sure if it was the discomfort of the hairy seat cover that was causing Amy to squirm in her seat or the excitement of seeing a man's huge cock in such a public place but squirming about in her seat, she was.
There were several more flashes of cock, each one showing slightly more cock and for slightly longer, the tight curls of hair covering the man's lower abdomen were glistening with pre-cum because each time he covered himself he was grinding his cock head against those course hairs, again I could see his excitement level rising, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I wondered if the man would have been so open if James had travelled with us, I doubted it.
The guard chose that moment to walk through the train, checking tickets before the first stop at Peterborough, there was a fast movement as the guy fastened himself up, the guy presented his ticket and then left his stuff and went out to the toilet, it took me a while to find our tickets, I had a worrying few moments while Amy searched for her student rail card to prove that she was eligible for the reduced fare, she looked a lot older than her fifteen years, especially dressed the way she was today.
While I was struggling to find my tickets the man opposite left his possessions on the table and squeezed past the ticket inspector and went to the toilet, by the time the guard had finished checking the tickets of the few passengers between Amy and I and the back of the train, by the time he had finished checking the last ticket the guy came back to his seat. I saw him take a ball of red material from his trousers pocket and slip it into the pocket in his coat, heaped up on top of the table before taking his seat once again.
The train pulled into Peterborough station, two people from behind us left the train, a few from the carriages ahead of us also left the train, I didn't see any new passengers get on the train at Peterborough. Above each door on the train was an illuminated sign, it was telling us all that the train was in Peterborough station, as the doors closed it changed to Doncaster and had an estimated journey time to Doncaster of forty-five minutes.
The first mile or so were slow, the train had to cross several sets of points before it could pick up speed and get into its stride, as soon as it did, the guy covered himself again with his coat, again he was careful to hide himself from the rest of the train but still let Amy and I see beneath his coat. As soon as the train got up to full speed, his trousers were open once more, this time, the zipper was pulled all the way down and there was no underpants visible, just a huge hard cock, his right hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. If you assume that a standard man's hand is four and a half inches wide, with his fist wrapped around the base of his cock shaft, there was more than a handful of his cock still above his hand; his cock had to be ten inches long or longer.
The guy took a tight hold of his cock, so tight that his knuckles turned white, he slowly slid his hand up his cock until it reached the frill under his cock-head, my eye travelled the extra inch upwards, there, standing on top of his cockhead, was a perfect sphere of pre-cum, about the size of a garden pea, I was impressed, his pre-cum must have been extremely thick to sustain itself in such a large sphere. James's pre-cum, if he ever generated such a substance wouldn't have had the fortitude to stand so proudly, James would definitely have produced a much thinner and watery liquid.
I was transfixed, just waiting for gravity to take its course on the ball of spunk, I spotted Amy rocking back and forth in her seat, the distraction almost made me miss the man flick his thumb across the tip of his cockhead, I spotted his thumb in his mouth, he was looking directly at Amy as she rocked back and forth, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realise that she was rubbing herself off using her own weight and the rough material covering the seat. The seat obviously wasn't doing a good enough job through her panties because she had a very disappointed look on her face as she stood up and headed towards the rear of the train where the toilet was, just beyond the luggage rack and the door that separated the toilet area from the rest of the compartment.
Her move didn't go unnoticed by the man pulling himself off in the seat opposite, he was just a few yards behind her as she reached the sliding door, I turned in my seat and watched the man as he walked past me, I saw Amy turn as she opened the sliding door, she smiled at the man who had almost caught her up at that point, Amy held the door open and let the guy pass through first and she followed. I dropped my book and ran to the rear of the train, I skidded to a halt just before the door, I stopped at my suitcase, I could see through the small window in the door that Amy and the man were standing in the small area outside the toilet door talking, the man started to touch her face, rubbing the back of his fingers down her cheek and onto the halter strap of her dress.
From where I was standing it looked exactly like the man was trying to pull the strap of her dress over her head but instead he was satisfied with just slipping his fingers under the material and rubbing the side of her breast. There was a lot of non-verbal body language too, if I had to decode the movements Amy was telling the man to go into the toilet with her but he was pulling back slightly, his head kept flicking towards me or to his seat, he was pulling her towards him using the thin material of her dress to pull her.
I had my hands in my suitcase but was totally focused on the two of them and the kind of dance that they were doing out on the platform, a man cleared his throat behind me, "Excuse me, may I pass?" I was jolted out of my fixation, I pressed myself against the racking so that the man could pass behind me, I'm sure that he deliberately pressed himself against me as he passed.
The man who had passed me opened the sliding door and saw Amy and the man chatting in the area beyond, "Is the toilet occupied?" The man looked back at him, "I don't think so!" "You know that people often forget to lock the door on these automatic doors!" The button was pressed and the door slid open, the man stepped into the toilet and the door closed behind him. Amy was nodding her head, she was agreeing to something that she had been asked. The sliding door opened and the man that Amy had been chatting too walked past me, he definitely and deliberately rubbed his crotch against my bottom as he passed me, Amy stood waiting to go in the toilet. I watched as the man walked past his seat and to the front of our carriage, he patted another man on the shoulder and spent a few seconds chatting to him, I noticed that the destination board was saying that there was thirty-five minutes left before we arrived at Doncaster, there was a supplementary message that flashed, "Trolley service in two minutes!"
My attention was pulled away from the two men talking by the sound of the toilet door opening, the man stepped out and Amy stepped in, I heard the man apologise to Amy for going ahead of her and Amy telling him it was all right as the door closed again, automatically, the loud clunk of the locking mechanism, proving that Amy had pressed the locking button.
I slipped back to my seat, the man had returned to his place in front of the table, the man he was talking too followed him down, I had expected him to sit at the table as well but he took the seat right in front of Amy's seat, the seat had been vacated at Peterborough. I heard the toilet door mechanism announce that Amy was returning to her seat, I looked over my shoulder, Amy looked like she was pushing a handkerchief into the book pouch in the front of her suitcase, a small ball of white cotton, I knew that Amy didn't have anywhere in her dress to keep a handkerchief so the only answer was that she had removed her panties.
Amy walked past her seat and slipped in at the side of the man opposite, I was about to drag her back to her seat when she turned and smiled at me, just at that moment the tea trolley was pushed into our compartment, the woman walked down the rows of seats selling drinks and sandwiches to those people who were actually awake, and there wasn't many of them on the long-haul train.
When the trolley reached Amy, she looked back at me and said, "Would you like a drink Isabella? Paul's paying!" Paul leaned forward, looked at the man in the row in front of me, "Hey John, is it my turn to pay for coffee or yours?" "Yours, you remember, you paid last month, but I got coffee and sandwiches the month before that, so you said that you'd get the coffee two months on the trot!" John turned to face me, offered his hand and said, "I'm John, Paul and I bump into each other on this train every month, pleased to meet you Isabella!" I shook his hand and smiled at him.
I asked for an Elder Flower Pressay, the trolley girl's face glazed over, "We got Coke, Tea, Coffee, or Beer, Water as well, still or sparkling!" I shook my head, "Nothing then thanks!" Paul searched in his bag, "Will this do?" Paul was holding up a bottle, it wasn't Whitard's Pressay that I was use too but the label said that it was Elder Flower so I thanked Paul and reached out to take the bottle.
Paul pulled the bottle away from my hand, "Could I have an extra glass please?" The trolley girl just gave a sycophantic smile, "Glasses is only for our own drinks!" There was almost a ner-ner-na ner-ner in her voice as she said it, "OK, another Coke then please, with a glass!" Paul removed the top of the bottle and poured its content into the glass provided for the Coke.
All the people behind us in the last few rows of the carriage were actually sleeping, the trolley-dolly passed to the rear and checked the toilet, I looked over my shoulder and saw her take a sheet of paper from behind the door, she checked her watch and signed the sheet to say that the toilet was clean. It took only a few seconds for the trolley and attendant to return through the compartment and then everyone in our carriage settled down to the rest of their journey, everyone except Amy and Paul that was.
I had finished the pressay and given the glass back to the waitress as she returned through our compartment; I would have to make a note of that particular manufacturer of pressay, it was far more bitter than my usual and hadn't been filtered properly, there were tiny granules of the Elder Flower seeds in the liquid, very possibly the cause of its bitterness.
Amy had accepted a sprite from the trolley, John and Paul both had coffee, I had refused anything. Paul had placed his cup of coffee on the table but not in front of him, he had placed it on the opposite side of the table so that he didn't have to move the pile of material which was his lightweight summer mack. John had also placed his cup on the table, opposite Amy. I had my book in my hands and was holding it as if I were reading it but was in fact, looking over the top of the book at Amy and Paul, they were talking in whispers and occasionally their lips met in tiny kisses.
That went on until Doncaster, two more people left the train from our compartment and, although new people got on the train, no one came into our area. The sign over the door changed to Newcastle, journey time sixty minutes remaining. I saw Paul fumbling with his trousers and Amy slipped her hand down under the table, from the movement of her shoulder I guessed that she was masturbating Paul under the table, John was watching her intently, because he was slightly forward of me he had a better view, Paul had deliberately left that avenue open by the positioning of his coat.
John fumbled with the arm of the seat, there was some sort of release mechanism that allowed him to raise the arm out of the way, John raised himself so that he could see all around, checking to see if anyone was still awake at our end of the train. When he got round to me, he smiled and winked at me, then he turned so that he was sideways on to the seat, he reached over and picked up his coffee and took a mouthful, then he put his cup down again, one last look around the compartment and he reached forward, put his hand on the back of Amy's head and pushed her head down towards Paul's cock. Amy's position on the seat made it difficult for her to get her head all the way down to Paul's lap; John raised Amy's arm rest to give her more room, then he eased his hand under her hip and pulled her towards him, turning her so that her hip was only just on the outer edge of her seat.
As John held Amy slightly above the seat, he took one last look around the train, there were only three of us behind him, me and two strangers, the other two were actually sleeping, just before he lowered her bottom back down to the seat he pulled the hem of her dress up so that her bottom was totally bare, there were no knickers so the ball of material that she had placed in her case after going to the toilet had been her panties.
John was looking all around as he was running his hands all over Amy's bottom, her head was moving up and down rapidly, her mouth straining on Paul's cock, I really wanted to stand up and look over Paul's seat to see exactly what Amy was doing but watching John rubbing all over Amy's bottom was also a turn on, John was paying more attention to looking out for anyone who may be taking an interest in what was happening but eventually he lifted her leg so that her knee was on top of the table, opening her up for him so that he had easier access.
I had a perfect view as John pushed his middle and third finger into Amy's vagina, he was also pulling her bum cheeks apart so that he could see her bottom as well as his fingers as they slid in and out of my daughter, his other hand was probing her anal muscle, trying to ease into her bottom but she was too tight for his access. John was moving his fingers in and out of Amy so fast and so hard that it looked like he was punching her between her legs. Amy was instantly rocked with a monumental climax that had her almost jerk all the way off of Pauls cock.
Paul was very close to his orgasm but then disaster, someone up ahead of us stood up, John flipped Amy's dress back over her bottom as quickly as he could, Paul put his hand on top of Amy's head to hold her still and he dropped his coat down over her upper body so that it looked like Amy was sleeping with her head on Paul's lap. John took another mouthful of his, almost cold, coffee and put the cup back on the table before turning to sit in his seat properly so that the woman who was heading towards the rear of the train could get past his knees. I got a funny look from the woman, she had seen Amy and I sitting together earlier and it was obvious that we were together and, that we were not actually with Paul or John, she was gone for almost fifteen minutes, although the train, like all public places in England, was a non smoking area, It seemed that the woman was smoking, either in the toilet or in the area in front of the toilet door.
John slipped back into Amy's seat; he took my book out of my hand and started to feel my breasts through my dress. I had chosen a lightweight floral patterned cotton dress, sky blue, mid length with small buttons that fastened all the way down the front, I had on a soft, Lycra / cotton mix bra, boringly white and not a great deal of support but it was cool in the summer heat as were the cotton, bikini styled panties.
I had never even contemplated other men, at my age I thought that I was well beyond men's attention. Being locked out of the way in a small village the way I had been for so many years, I thought I had become invisible to other men, and, I wasn't really interested in sex, I wasn't really interested in sex when I fell pregnant with Amy all those years ago, and believe me, after giving birth to Amy I couldn't have been more off sex if I tried.
I had to put it down to seeing Amy, flaunting her youthful body so shamelessly, throwing herself at the older men sitting opposite us, seeing her 'performing' the way she was had lit a fire inside of me, smouldering at first but as John's hand palpated my breast through my dress and bra, he was fanning the flames. I was settling in to enjoying the feeling of a man's hand on my body, even if it was through two layers of man-made fibre while I watched Amy's head beneath Paul's coat rise and fall, occasionally being held down as Paul thought he saw movement further along the compartment.
John wasn't looking at me, he was scanning all around the compartment, looking for any slight movement, twice he pulled his hand away from my breast and cleared his throat as a warning to Paul, Paul had repositioned his coat so that it totally covered Amy, at the signal from John each time, Paul placed his hand on top of Amy's head to stop her moving it up and down as she sucked his cock greedily. When John was happy that everyone had settled down again he coughed and Paul released Amy to suck again freely.
John returned his attention to my breasts, this time he was concentrating on me, the buttons fastening the front of my dress were very small and the button holes necessarily tight, three buttons were opened and John slid his right hand into the front of my dress. He felt the weight of my left breast, lifting it slightly inside its Lycra sheath. Then he sought out my nipple, it had reacted as expected, standing to attention, he found it and started to pinch and roll it tightly between his thumb and the side of his index finger.
John looked away, he was looking at the time remaining to Newcastle, he asked me for Amy's ticket, it flustered me slightly but I gave him her ticket and her student rail card, John leaned over, he made sure that Amy was totally hidden under Pauls coat and he placed Amy's ticket next to Pauls on the edge of the table, "The inspector will ask to look at her ticket because she isn't sitting where she was the last time he passed through!"
John's right hand shot back inside of my dress, I looked at the time to destination, twenty-five minutes left until Newcastle, John's hand slipped down a little further, he caught the bottom edge of my bra and lifted it slightly, flipping the cloth over my breasts leaving them totally exposed to his hand if not his eyes.
John's left hand reached around my neck, his fingers reached around my face to my cheek, he applied pressure, I had returned to looking at Amy's covered head bobbing up and down under Paul's coat, although I couldn't really see anything I was still fixated on my daughter. John had to apply quite a lot of pressure to my cheek to get me to look towards him; he leaned into me, his lips pressing against mine. I tried to escape, fondling my breasts in a public place was one thing but wanting to kiss me was an entirely different proposition.
I tried to escape but with John's left arm over my shoulder and fingers on my cheek while he pinched and rolled my left nipple very hard, there was no way I could actually get away from him, as his tongue forced its way between my lips I began to relax, yielding to the feeling, apart from the not unexpected excitement, I was feeling three things, fear of getting caught, uncomfortable because my bra had been turned into a necklace and disappointed that even though I was being kissed and fondles, I couldn't see my daughter, I had no idea just how excited I could become in such a public place and such an unusual situation and even though I knew that Amy had been 'free' to have sex for almost a year, ever since I gave her permission to date, I had never actually thought about her actually doing it.
John broke our kiss, suddenly leaving me feeling a little empty, his hand also retreated from the front of my dress, he quickly fastened the middle button of the three that he had unfastened to get inside my dress, then he cleared his throat loudly, Paul again pressed down on Amy's head to hold her still, the time to Newcastle was now on eighteen minutes, just a few seconds later the door at the front of our compartment opened, John smiled, "Thirty seconds later than usual!" The ticket inspector walked through, he seemed to recognise the people that he had already checked before Doncaster, he simply walked past them all until he got to Paul, something in his memory photograph of our compartment didn't fit, Paul had turned his head as if he was sleeping, the ticket inspector spotted two tickets on the table, he must have remembered seeing Amy's ticket earlier because he happily passed them, then he stopped again at John and I, his eyes fixed on the two open buttons on the front of my dress.
John presented his ticket and I was asked for my ticket too. It seemed that the guy was happy if everything in the train was the same as it was but couldn't rationalise people moving around. I watched nervously as he walked on, the two people sitting behind were left undisturbed, they, after all, hadn't moved since the last time he walked through.
I saw him slip through into the toilet area; he stood outside the toilet and filled in the card that said when the toilet was last inspected. John had started to unbutton my dress again and his hand was once more playing with my tits. I looked on nervously as the ticket inspector returned through our compartment, John didn't seem to care, he continued fondling inside my dress as the inspector walked past.
As soon as the door closed behind the ticket inspector, John coughed, then he said in a whisper that Paul could hear, "Seventeen minutes left!" John was already out of his seat, he had a tight hold on my right arm and pulled me from my seat, he dragged me to the rear toilet, careful not to disturb the sleeping passengers.
I was pushed into the open toilet, John stood in the passage way, he just stood there, not saying a word as he unfastened all the buttons down the front of my dress, when he finished he slipped my dress off over my shoulder and hung it on the coat hook on the toilet wall, my bra was expertly unfastened but that was carefully balled up and slipped into John's trouser pocket.
John stepped into me and began kissing my neck, I was looking through the window in the sliding door, just to make sure that none of the other passengers were coming our way, as John bit into my neck I saw Paul helping Amy on to her feet, I winced in pain as John's teeth sunk into the soft flesh of my neck. As teeth inflicted pain I felt hands stroking gently down my sides, Paul was now pushing Amy into the passageway and following after her.
John's mouth moved to my collar bone and alternated between kissing, biting and sucking the skin there deeply into his mouth, his hands skilfully rolling the waistband of my bikini panties, just the thickness of the elastic at first, then more until my panties fell to the floor. John's mouth was now on my breast, again biting the soft flesh of my upper breast causing a lot of pain again. Paul and Amy were half way to the sliding door; John tapped the back of my right leg, gesturing for me to lift my foot off of the floor. Before Amy turned the handle to open the door I was standing totally naked apart from shoes, my bikini panties were in John's other trouser pocket.
I couldn't believe that I was happily standing totally naked in a public place as my daughter and a man old enough to be my father were about to walk in on us, my normal self would have run a mile rather than allow anyone to see me in a swimming costume or bikini, even my daughter had never seen me less than fully dressed, my excitement was definitely ruling my head in this situation.
As Amy walked through the door and saw me standing there in the toilet, naked with a strangers mouth clamped on my breast she gave me a sweet smile. Paul's hand was already on the neck strap of her halter dress, she was still in view of anyone who happened to look in our direction, she bent her head forward and Paul flipped the strap over her head, as she walked towards me her dress fell to the floor and she just walked out of it. Paul picked up her dress and hung it over mine on the coat -hook.
Amy was now as naked as I was, I knew that I was blushing a deep red, I really wanted to run and hide as I had done all of my life but I couldn't move, the mouth now sucking my left nipple deep inside was giving me more pleasure than I could ever remember in my life, the fingers playing in the ginger hair surrounding my sex was also helping to hold me in place.
Amy was pushed into the toilet, the doorway was easily wide enough for us to both stand comfortably, 'on display' as we were. Paul opened his trousers and they fell around his ankles, the little hair on his head was grey, almost platinum blond but the hair around his cock and balls was deep red, far deeper red than my own pubic hair, Amy's sparsely covered pubic area was auburn, there was a hint of my ginger but more of her father's brown hair.
I hadn't seen John open his trousers but from the heat I felt against my lower abdomen I knew that his cock head was pressing against me, totally uncovered. "You want to fuck the girl first? I don't think she is ready for me quite yet!" Paul asked John, the words made me bulk a little, up to that point it had all seemed like a film running in the train as I daydreamed, this made things suddenly come back into real life focus. John's answer was, "Fourteen minutes left, that's all!" John moved over to Amy, he put his left hand on the back of my head and his right hand on the back of Amy's head, we were both looking into each other's eyes as it was so it was a simple act for John to push Amy's and my heads together, I had missed the point of the movement but Amy hadn't, her lips closed on mine, her tongue pushing against my lips.
I was totally shocked at how easily my fifteen year old daughter had taken to being naked in front of me and in front of two men, now she was happily kissing me deeply like lovers rather than mother and daughter.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it had started, John had moved totally now, he was man-handling Amy, pulling her away from me and turning her so that her back was towards him, he pushed the back of her head forward, as she moved forward John's other hand caught her around her stomach, holding her bottom against his hips, to prevent herself falling over Amy put her hands on the toilet seat to hold herself up.
John's movement was swift and practised, he didn't seem to look or aim, just a swift movement of his hips, a forward thrust and a gasp of pain from Amy. From the grunt that John forced out of Amy as he entered her with such force and speed I was really glad that it had been John and not Paul that had taken her. John's cock was at least an inch shorter than Paul's and only around half as thick, also strangely, considering that less than ten percent of the population were red-heads, John's cock hair was also a dark red too.
As John got into his stride fucking my daughter, her grunts and squeaks of pain diminished, to be replaced by the sounds of a girl building up at a fantastic orgasmic crescendo. Paul caught my arms and pushed me back against the sink, he lifted me slightly so that my bottom was resting on the sink. He lifted my left leg and placed my foot on the seat of the toilet that Amy was holding on to for grim death.
Paul took his massive cock in his hand and rubbed his cockhead along my slit, Any was gasping for breaths but turned to look along my leg just as Paul pushed forward and his cock head, faltering slightly because of the tightness of my long unused cunt, then shooting inside my body at the speed of light.
John was now grunting, he was close to his climax, Paul was not being at all gentle with me as he fucked me, but he wasn't trying to bring himself off as John was doing, he was just using me to keep his erection intact until after John was finished with my daughter.
John stepped back, he leaned out into the passage way and looked to make sure we were still all safe, "Nine minutes, ten at the outside!" I could see John's spunk running freely out of Amy's pussy and down the inside of her thighs. Paul had already pulled himself out of me and was now beating his hips against Amy's backside, the sounds of pain had returned to my daughter's climax.
John returned to me, he began to fuck me, he was going at it fast and furious, he wasn't using me to hold his erection, he only had nine minutes until Newcastle, he had emptied his balls once, that had taken less than three minutes but I didn't know if men could do it twice that quickly, when it came to sex I was a real novice, only having had sex with one man in my life and that sex was absolutely nothing like what was happening on the morning, London to Edinburgh, train.
John and Paul fired off at the same moment, John inside of me and Paul in Amy. Paul held Amy down even though she wanted to stand up, John let his withering cock slip from my cunt and Paul nodded his head towards Amy's bottom, I wondered if he was telling John to use Amy, anally but from the shrunken cock hanging from John's body I realised that wasn't going to happen any time soon. "No, we have around two minutes, it's not safe!" "Just do it!" John pulled me from the sink, the feeling of a man's spunk running from my body was so alien to me after so many years without sex that I was just so focused on that feeling, too focused to resist as I was forced to my knees behind my own daughter and my face was pushed hard against her bottom.
Amy took less than a second to push her cunt against my face, two men's spunk running freely all over my face. John took a hand full of my hair and shook my head, "Lick her cunt, clean the little bitch out!" This was no gentle love play, there was an urgency to John's actions, causing me so much pain to the roots of my hair that I didn't question, I stuck out my tongue and licked my daughter clean, "Less than a minute, left, we're coming into the goods yard, we should get dressed and head back to our seats before anyone comes to get their baggage!"
Amy gave a little shudder as she climaxed on my tongue, John had released my hair and I pulled my face away from Amy just in time to see John and Paul walking along the compartment towards their seats, Paul slapping John on the back as they walked along, Paul was obviously congratulating John on a job well done.
Amy had her dress on and was leaving the toilet while I was still on my knees, she stopped and pressed the 'door close' button on the inside wall of the toilet. I came to my senses, stood on shaky legs and pulled my dress on, I fastened the buttons as quickly as I could, the train had come to a stop in Newcastle station before I was ready to leave the toilet, I was about to press the 'door open' button when the door opened by its self, a man standing in the open doorway got more of a shock than I did. My face was still a mess from John and Paul's spunk running out of Amy's pussy all over it, I had intended to use a paper towel to quickly wipe my face. The man's face turned from shock into a smile as he saw that I was fastening the buttons of my dress, the buttons around my bust, not the kind of buttons that a woman would usually open to use the toilet, the grin widened as he worked out what my face was probably covered with.
I snatched a towel from the dispenser and wiped my face as I walked back to my seat, I didn't have to look back, I knew that every step I took was being watched by the man standing in front of the toilet. Because of the sperm and my lubricant running out of my body and the fact that I was almost naked was making me walk with a swagger that I would never usually affect, but it felt so dammed sexy, knowing that the man knew, or thought he knew exactly what had happened to me in that toilet.
As the train pulled off of the Newcastle platform the destination board changed from Newcastle to Edinburgh and the time remaining went from zero minutes to fifty-four minutes. Amy was sitting at Paul's side; John was in front of Amy's original seat. I took my own seat again, as I sat the wetness, un-absorbed felt very uncomfortable.
The man who had walked in on me in the toilet came along the train, he stopped at the seat behind Amy, he looked around, it looked very suspicious now, there were only the four of us in that compartment and we were all sitting in just four rows all together. I looked up at the man's face and again I got a smile, he sat behind Amy and struck up a conversation with me. Within five minutes he had struck up a conversation with me, John, Paul and Amy all looked round at me; all three of them smiling at me, John nodded his head at me and mouthed "Be friendly to him!" So, for some reason and I have no idea why, I was friendly to the man.
Within five minutes he had moved over to sit in Amy's seat, I looked up, to check the time to Edinburgh, forty minutes left, nothing much could possibly happen in forty minutes on a moving train. Because of the man sitting so closely and the fact that it was obvious that he was paying a lot of attention to me, it stopped Amy and Paul playing any more with each other. Nothing could possibly happen, famous last words!
As we were talking Ray had introduced himself as a Geordie, travelling on his weekly sales trip to all points Scottish. As we talked I was looking at the time to Edinburgh rather than at Ray, at thirty five minutes running time left Ray's hand was resting on my knee, one minute later he was pushing the hem of my dress up along my thigh, John and the others kept looking round to check on what was happening, John kept encouraging me to relax and be nice to the man, silently of course. By thirty minutes to go my red bush was in sight, "Red!" Ray exclaimed in surprise, the hair on my head was much darker, more to do with my own vanity and a regular application of L'Oréal six-three-four Chestnut Honey hair dye.
As Ray's fingers slipped into my body he smiled again, "Mmmm, freshly fucked, which of the two men fucked you then?" I blushed but said nothing, "Lucky girl, I'm assuming both of them then, come with me!" As Ray stood and went to pull me after him John stood up and blocked his path, "The guard will be through in just two minutes time, he'll be checking the toilets, so if you can't do the deed in two minutes I would suggest that you wait until after he has passed through!"
I have no idea why I was disappointed, I hadn't had sex in years and hadn't actually missed it one bit, now, all of a sudden, two men had fucked me, I should have been totally satisfied, totally calm and mellow but I wasn't, I was on edge, I had been fucked twice and wanted to be fucked again, and again, and again, it was as if I had been turned into some kind of nymphomaniac in just one train journey.
I waited eagerly for the ticket inspector to pass by, because of the change around in seats again, we all had to show our tickets again, this time though, while showing our tickets, Ray's left hand was between my thighs rubbing my clitoris under cover of his suite jacket, the guard knew exactly what was happening, I could see it on his face.
As soon as the compartment was clear, Ray took me off to the toilet, Ray wasn't the exhibitionist that John and Paul were, he closed the door to the toilet, he undressed totally, unbuttoned a few buttons on my dress and pulled it off over my head. Ray took his phone from his pocket and held me against him as he photographed us both, totally naked, in the mirror.
The sex wasn't great, nowhere close to John or Paul's standard but, it felt fantastic to feel safe, locked inside the toilet instead of standing in the open doorway. It was also very nice to have the man naked as well as me, he took just ten minutes to fill my womb with his spunk, so that was three different men's cum deposited in my baby bank in less than an hour, Paul hadn't climaxed inside me but his cock was pumping out pre-cum all the time he was inside me. That thought stayed with me as Ray dressed quickly, I was using the water in the wash basin to try and dilute the gallon or so of men's semen that was swilling around inside of me.
Ray opened the toilet door and stepped out of the toilet, I was still totally naked still drying between my legs with a paper towel. Suddenly the ticket inspector stepped into view, he had been standing by the outer door in the passageway, Ray had gone the other way into the seating area and hadn't seen the man, I hadn't closed the door after Ray had left, I was far too blasé for my own good after three fucks in a public place. The guard's intentions were clear; he was going to make it four in a row.
"If you don't let me fuck you I'll have the Transport Police waiting on the platform at Edinburgh to charge you with an act of gross indecency in a public place, or maybe even for prostitution on Railway property!" He didn't have to threaten me, I was still horny, still desperate for more sex, I couldn't work out what had come over me but I was happy to take on another stranger to help me out with my clitoral itch.
I needn't have worried about a fourth deposit of man cum in my pussy though, the guard had his fun, then just as he was about to climax he pushed me down onto my knees, he used his own hand to finish himself off, aiming his jets of cum to cover my face and upper breasts. Once he had finished spurting over my face he zipped himself up, opened the door leaving me naked on the floor, upper body and face covered in his thick spunk.
As the guard's body cleared the toilet door Amy was standing there, she was trying to stop herself laughing at the site of me but she was holding something in her mouth that stopped her. I was helped to my feet and Amy pressed her lips against mine. She was forcing her tongue into my mouth again only this time there was a taste so disgusting that I couldn't possibly describe it. Amy had obviously sucked Paul or John off to completion and then held their semen in her mouth to pass on to me.
As soon as Amy's mouth was empty she turned her attention to licking the guard's spunk from my face and breasts, again, as she finished cleaning me up she kissed me again and passed a little of the spunk into my mouth, the second blast of spunk didn't taste nearly as bad as the first, either that or I was being desensitised to it.
I barely had time to get dressed before the train had pulled to a stop in the station in Edinburgh, I rushed to gather my belongings and hurried Amy along too, I had lost my bra and panties but had managed to pick up a belly full of semen and an itch between my legs that seemed like it was never going to go away. I rushed Amy so that we could be off the train and well away before Paul or John could catch up with us.
Amy and I left the station and walked out onto Waverley Bridge, Amy had been told that we would be met and the best place to wait for the car was by the side of the piper who stood at the corner of Waverley Bridge and Princes Street. We waited for ten minutes, "I thought that you said that we would be met off the train?" I was looking around nervously in case Paul or John caught up with us. A car pulled up at the curb side, John in the passenger seat, Paul in the driving seat, "I didn't say off the train, I said on the train, nice car Grandpa!" Amy said as she climbed into the back seat of Paul's car........
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