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Subject: {ASSM} Keeping it in the Family Part 3 MF - Sven the Elder
Date: Tue,  5 Nov 2002 22:10:03 -0500
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Keeping it in the family

(C)Sven the Elder

October 2002

Fuck the Third


If I was expecting Julie in my bed I was mistaken.  She obviously had 
decided that she didn't want to be caught in the act, so it was that I 
at least got some sleep for a few nights. At supper later in the week, 
Jack, Angela's older husband, mentioned that he was going to be 
spending a couple of nights away as he had business in a city that 
would keep him all day. As he needed to start early and wouldn't finish 
'til late he had reluctantly decided that it made sense to travel the 
day before and the day after. We all agreed that it would be much more 
sensible than getting up very early and then after a tiring day heading 
back. I don't think he needed us to say that but he obviously felt 
better when we agreed, and I'm sure Angela was happier as well. Jack 
was not particularly old, but he was rather out of shape, and it would 
have been a hell of a day even for a man of my age let alone one in his 
fifties.

When I came back from work the next day he had all ready left - Angela 
served up a meal for just herself and me, telling me that Julie had 
ridden over to a friend's house about fifteen miles away, and both she 
and the horse would be 'stabled' there overnight.

Later I sat with her, as I often did, in an armchair in the kitchen, 
both reading a book, listening to the radio and occasionally chatting 
over something just played that we had both enjoyed. A pleasant homely 
way to spend an evening. Towards the end of the evening, without 
asking, Angela brought us a whiskey night-cap.  I thanked her and we 
sat in silence and sipped it.

Angela broke the silence. "Sven?"

Without looking at her I replied "Mmm" and then choked on my drink as 
somewhat out of the blue she said, "Sleep with me tonight." Then 
without waiting for me to reply, she added, "Even though I was having 
my weekly fuck with Jack, I heard you and Skye the other night.  I 
think I want to enjoy sex like that again before I get too old.  It's 
become a bit of a weekly chore for Jack. He's not at all bothered any 
more."

Then she stood up, made sure the kitchen door was secured -  the front 
was seldom opened - and walked to the door. "Put the lights out when 
you come up.."

Dazed by this unexpected turn of events, I finished my whiskey and then 
poured myself another one, hesitating, unsure of what I wanted to do. 
The kitchen door creaked as Angela came back and stood naked beside it.

"Sven, it may surprise you to know that my daughters and I are quite 
open on the subject of their love life. I know you're screwing Karen, I 
know that Skye bedded you last week, she told me even if I hadn't 
heard. I know you and Julia fucked during your ride at the weekend. I 
can't have any more children and that seems to have rather turned Jack 
off sex. Latterly I'm lucky if I even get a look-in on a Friday. But I 
still have my own desires.  I suggested Julia go over to the Harrisons' 
for a couple of days, she's not working this week and was getting 
bored. Their son fancies her a lot so it won't be too much of a 
hardship.

"Now - come to bed please," then laughing, "This horny old woman wants 
her wicked way with you."

This time I finished the dregs of my my whiskey and followed her, 
mesmerised by the sight of her tight naked rear going up the stairs in 
front of me. I could easily make out the shape of her sex showing in 
the light from the hall. I went from hard to harder in an instant. 
Catching her up up as we climbed the stairs I ran my hand up the inside 
of her legs, drawing my hand back along her sex and the crease of her 
bottom. She moaned, shuddered, stopped, and almost fell and said, 
"Christ, that's the first time I've ever climaxed from someone doing 
that."

Turning, she caught my head and, as I was still a couple of steps 
lower, tilted me so as to be able to kiss me.  A full blooded wet, 
open-mouthed luscious kiss - "God if you can do that the first time you 
touch me..." and she grabbed me by the hand and almost ran on to her 
bedroom. My shirt was ripped as she tore it off in her impatience, I 
undid my belt, kicked my slippers off and she had me naked in front of 
her in seconds. She slipped to her knees and kissed the tip of my 
penis, then made love to it with her mouth, her hands holding the 
cheeks of my ass so she could control and pull me into her. The blow 
job developed into the best I have ever had, her mouth was hot and wet, 
her tongue active and creating wonderful sensations, but it was her 
hands. Lightly running them all round the tops of my legs, my balls and 
my ass the feelings were incredible.

"Angela, you'd better stop.. please Stop!"

For the first time we had sex I wanted this to end up somewhere other 
than in her throat.

She giggled as I picked her up and dropped her on their bed - "Here, 
are you sure?"

"God, yes," was the response, so I kissed my way up the inside of a leg 
before being surprised by the hairless lips of her juicy centre. I 
looked up at her in surprise.

"It was shaved for Julia's birth, never grew back," was he only 
comment. So I went back to work, now licking and lapping those 
wonderful juices.  Any one who could bottle them would make a fortune!

She gasped as I found the hood of her clit and opened it to tease the 
pearl inside.  If I thought she was vocal and restless before, this was 
like opening a faucet.  She cried, almost as if in pain, from the 
intensity of the crashing orgasm that happened almost at once. It was 
followed by a flood of even more juices.  So I slid up and into her, 
sliding high inside, savouring the heat and stopping only when the tip 
felt resistance at about the same time as my pubic hair met the skin of 
her hairless mound.

She gasped as she caught her breath, then recovering wrapped her legs 
round my waist and crossed her ankles behind my back, rolling her 
pelvis to allow the deepest penetration possible.  Like daughter, like 
mother! Just like Skye those scant few days before, Angela contracted 
her muscles and milked me - the sensations were such that I only moved 
out and back in a very few times before the dam broke and I came, 
flooding her with my sticky juices.  As they flowed around my rigid 
shaft and overflowed down the crease of her ass the sensations brought 
Angela off yet again.

As I slipped out there were juices and wetness everywhere.  "Just as 
well I put that heavy towel down," she observed as she went down and 
cleaned the worst off me with a still dry corner. She mopped herself 
off with the rest of it, then balling it up lobbed it in a corner. 
Then, practical as ever, she slid off the bed, went to a closet and 
brought another huge bath towel back.  I moved as she spread it out for 
us to lie on.

"That's for round two," then looking at my rather limp organ added, 
"when we've done a little restoration work, that is."  Angela - ever 
the practical organiser, but still with the soft centre, as I found out 
a moment later.

She'd lain back down alongside me after her little burst of activity, 
tucked in and cuddled together, one breast squashed against and between 
us, the other proud and laid on my chest. I was half dozing in that 
post orgasmic bliss we men enjoy when I felt the tear drip on to me. It 
woke me instantly and I hugged her quietly to me.

"Penny for them..."

"Oh Sven," then she was lost,  caught up in sobs.  Eventually they died 
down and she started to talk, hesitantly at first.

The gist of it was that she was ashamed at having enticed me into bed 
in such a way and knowing that I was also the lover of all her 
daughters hadn't in the end helped.  "I thought it would be great and 
that I could cope with the emotions." She sniffed, "But I feel so 
guilty."

I didn't know what to say, but thought I'd better try, so I asked why 
she felt guilty. "After all from what you've been telling me, Jack 
hasn't exactly been attentive.  In many ways what we've done tonight is 
perhaps best.  It's let you know there is another way.  It's let you 
know you can enjoy good sex with some one else - Angela, note I said 
'sex' - we didn't make love, we had some great rather lovely 
recreational sex, and I rather hope we might have some more."

She was raised up on one elbow as she looked at me and said, "You mean 
you didn't feel this pathetic, lonely and rather sad old women 
cradle-snatched you?"

I felt that actions often speak louder than words,  so I just growled 
at her, rolled her flat on her back and tried to bite her neck.  She 
broke out in peals of giggles as she tried to stop me - so I tickled 
her instead, by now kneeling astride her hips and holding her hands 
flat on the bed above her head.  I kissed her full on the mouth,  
opening my lips as I did so and threading my tongue into her mouth and 
felt it open in response. Then I kissed down to her delectable breasts 
and then slid myself on down to her 'inny' navel before I reached the 
smooth, hairless reaches of her lovely sex.

I raised my head for a moment, "Angela do something for me."

"What,  lover?" was her reply.

"Sit on top of me, "  I asked,  and lay on my back on the bed.

She straddled my hips.

"No, up here," and  motioned her towards my head, "I want to eat you 
whilst you sit on me."

I don't think she'd ever done that before,  but I managed to get her to 
kneel either side of my head and then lower her sex to my mouth.  She 
gasped as I slid my tongue along her entrance,  then moaned in delight 
as I began to pleasure her, pulling her down by the cheeks of her 
lovely tight ass.  The moans grew to shrieks as I nibbled her clit and 
she hit overload.  She fell slightly forward over the top of me as I 
slid out from underneath, turned behind her and slipped my length 
gently in pulling her onto me by her hips.  She gasped as I sank home 
and then began to fuck her her with alternate short and long strokes. I 
was so aroused that I came in another hard burst before she had. I 
slipped out and rolled back underneath her and before she could say 
little more than, "Oh Sven," pulled her back down and onto my mouth. 
She moaned and screamed in ecstasy as I again tongued her clit while 
drinking in our combined juices.  I know it sounds awful, but really in 
that moment of glorious climax it was a huge wonderful finish to that 
lovemaking session.

We rearranged ourselves in a more comfortable position and I pulled the 
clothes up over us and we were asleep in seconds.

I roused slightly once as she changed positions, but then turned back 
into me and cuddled up again.

It was daylight when I next woke, to a pair of warm and wonderful lips 
doing quite extraordinary things to my rapidly recovering dick.  As 
soon as she felt that things had progressed far enough she 'climbed 
aboard' and proceeded to fuck us both raw. I know she orgasmed and I 
know I did, but I don't think that after that fabulous last session the 
night before I was going to leave much in the way of juices behind, so 
things didn't get too wet when she got off.

I showered in my own shower and we were just decent as Skye returned 
from work and I set off and wasn't too late for my job.

When I returned that night Angela was out on her horse and Julia had 
returned and was getting the supper.

"Hi Sven - I hear you and Mum enjoyed yourselves last night."

Well, that comment removed any doubt as to whether I should say 
anything!  As she  continued to cook supper she went on, "We've decided 
that Mum's going to sleep with you again tonight, and Sis and I'll 
share you after that."

I have to say that I was speechless as the emotions washed over me. For 
a tiny fraction of a second I was irritated at being treated as an item 
'to be used' as they decided, and then that got replaced with the 
thought that until they wore me out this might be rather a nice way to 
die.

While I was thinking these thoughts Julia turned round and finished, 
"If you want to play, that is?"  She passed me a glass of beer she had 
poured ready for me, then said, "Hell it's hot I want to go put on 
something cooler," and left me to think things out.

In the end there was no decision to make, I was 23, fit and had just 
been made an offer other folks would willingly lose their left nut for. 
So I was all ready to say yes when Julia returned.  I started to say 
yes that would be rather nice, but got little further than "y..." when 
she and her mother came into the kitchen stark naked and sashayed 
across to me.  Angela grasped a rapidly hardening cock, grinned and 
nodded to her daughter, who laughed and said, "We'll take that as a 
'yes' then."

to be continued...

let me know whether you liked this third part or not at

sven_the_elder@ntlworld.com

I always reply.


Keepin it in the family

(C)Sven the Elder

October 2002

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