Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2008 11:46:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Debt 22

PART TWENTY TWO

HOME

Dawn stretched luxuriously as she sat looking at her
mother standing naked with eyes down in the corner of the
room. This was the first time they had been completely
alone since this had all started with her grandfather's
visit last night, and she was feeling both awkwardness
and excitement. A lot had happened and a lot had changed
since last night, and although she had been enjoying it
immensely she was also still trying to get her head
around it.

"Turn to face me," she said,

Claire made a quarter turn so that she was face on to her
daughter. Her eyes were still fixed on the carpet but
Dawn noted a quick glance up at her groin, still exposed
to the air with her skirt up around her waist. She
reached down and ran two fingers down the lips, wet from
her own juices and her mother's saliva.

"Come closer," she ordered. "And look at me."

Claire moved over so that she was in front of the chair,
and raised her face to look at her daughter. Her face was
expressionless, calm and casual as if pretending that
this was an everyday occurrence. Dawn looked her up and
down, thinking what a good body she had for her age and
what a good portent this was for her own distant middle-
age. The legs were firm and slightly muscular, the
stomach taut, the breasts small enough not to have been
overly influenced by gravity. All in all, pretty hot.

"How often does Dad fuck you?" she asked.

Claire swallowed. "Not often," she said in a shaky voice.

"Once a week? Once a month? Once a year?"

Claire shrugged. "Maybe once or twice a month," she said.

"Let me guess," Dawn said. "Lights off. Missionary
position. A few minutes of obligatory foreplay, and then
in and out and off to sleep."

As she spoke, Dawn stretched out a leg and ran one naked
foot up Claire's leg and across her stomach to her
breasts. Her mother gave a little shudder and closed her
eyes as Dawn's toes played with her nipples.

"Yes," she breathed, though whether in pleasure or in
answer Dawn was unsure.

"And all the time he was getting his jollies sharing your
body, and mine too, with any Tom, Dick or Harry he
wandered across on the internet. And fucking around with
our underwear. I'm thinking you deserve a bit of fun,
Mum."

Claire opened her eyes and looked at her daughter. She
reached a hand to the foot still resting on her breast
and caressed the ankle. "Yes, she said. "I do."

"And was it fun, Mum?" Dawn persisted. "Being fucked up
the arse by a stranger while you licked my cunt? With
Auntie Sam and Kay watching you, and all those people
tuned in to the cam?"

"It was totally humiliating," Claire said.

"That's not what I asked, Mum. Was it fun?"

Claire lowered her head and kissed her daughter's big
toe. Then she nodded.

"And was it fun despite being totally humiliating or
because of it?"

Claire took a deep breath. "Partly because," she blurted
out. "A large part."

Dawn brought her foot down to the ground and stood up,
smoothing down her skirt. "I had an idea it might be,"
she said. "But do you want it to go on or to stop?"

"I don't have any choice in the matter."

"You do," Dawn disagreed. "At least I think you do. It
was Dad that nicked the money, not you. Your only crime
was turning a blind eye. I'm sure if I talked to him,
Granddad would think that you've been punished enough for
that now. He'd let you off the hook if I asked him to.
Not Dad maybe, but you he would. You know how he`s always
doted on me."

Claire gave a little laugh. "That used to worry me a
bit," she said. "I thought it was a touch unnatural for
him to be that fond of you." She laughed again. "It
doesn't seem to rate so high on the unnatural scale
anymore."

"So do I talk to him, Mum?"

Claire looked her daughter in the eye and a dozen silent
message crossed between them. "No," she said. "Don't. I
can't go back to the way things were before, and I want
to see where this takes me."

Dawn nodded. "Fair enough," she said. "But don't ever say
I didn't give you the chance."

She took her mobile from her bag and clicked on a number.
When it was answered, she turned t her mother again as
she spoke.

"Hello, Pete? Good. Glad you're home."

She listened for a moment as Claire identified Pete in
her mind. A boy in Dawn's class, always after her but
never getting very far from what she observed. A tallish
gangly lad with acne and a way of watching Dawn wherever
she was in the room when he was visiting.

"Tristan's with you?" Dawn was saying. "Even better. Can
you both pop round? I`ve got something to show you,
something you'll like." Her eyes met her mother's, and
neither's wavered. "Make it about twenty minutes. I'm
going out tonight, so make sure you're no later than
that."

She switched off the phone. "You'd better go get cleaned
up, Mum," she said. "My friends will be here soon."

PARK

John opened his eyes once more to see yet another cock in
front of his face. He figured it was his fifth, but two
of those previous had had seconds so in truth it was
going to be the seventh to enter his mouth since they had
come into the clearing. He was naked on all fours on the
grass, someone fingering his already twice-fucked
arsehole and another pair of hands roughly fondling his
cock and balls. He had lost sight of Steve early on, his
vision filled with nothing but a variety of cocks since
he had knelt there and made his declaration.

He looked up from the cock to see Tom's face above him.
"Where's Steve?" he asked.

"Don't worry," Tom said. "Slutfucker is making sure they
don't get too rough with him. Nobody argues with a bloke
who looks and sounds like he does. A good man to have on
your side."

He felt a cock pushing between his buttocks. "I'm not
awarded the same protection," he said, as the tip of the
cock began to push against the resistance of his anus.

"No," Tom said baldly. "You're not. Now shut up and suck
my dick, you thieving little cunt."

John closed his lips over the head of his father-in-law's
cock just as the latter's phone began to ring. Tom
answered it, and started to thrust in and out of John's
mouth as he spoke.

"Hello, Samantha," John heard him say. How's things at
your end?"

He listened for a while in silence. "Really?" he said at
last. "Well, I never. I've got John here with me now,
fucking his slut mouth as we speak. We're in the park in
the cruising area and he's been getting a lot of
attention." Another long pause. "Sounds brilliant. I'll
make sure he gets there on time."

He closed up the phone and looked down at John. "I hear
you watched Claire having her arse filled by a some
random caller," he said. "So now you're a pathetic little
cucky as well as a slut, a thief and a sissy cock-sucker.
But we have to finish this quickly now. We have somewhere
we have to be."

Without warning, he grabbed hold of John's hair and began
to seriously fuck his mouth. Ramming his cock in and out
as he held his head steady, until suddenly felt his mouth
and throat filling with his father-in-law's salty seed.

SAMANTHA

Samantha put away her phone and got out of the car. She
had come home, dropping Kay off at her flat, and then
pulled into the drive before phoning her father with the
news of tonight's dinner party. Entering the house, she
called out to her daughters and got an answering shout
from the back garden. Going through she found them both
stretched out nude on the grass and catching the sun. She
grabbed a chair and set it down beside them, admiring
their lithe young bodies.

"Topping up your tans?" she asked.

"And giving old man Dimbley an early coronary," Kathryn
answered with a laugh.

Old man Dimbley lived next door, and just one of his
windows overlooked their garden. The girls knew that he
had to stand on a chair to look through it, and it amused
them both to think of him standing there on his chair
ogling them and with his cock in his hand thinking that
they knew nothing of his lecherous voyeurism. When they
met him they always went out of their way to appear the
sweet little innocents that he thought them to be.

"If you hear a crash of falling chair," Louise offered.
"Call an ambulance."

Samantha surveyed her daughters fondly. They were both at
the same school as Dawn, Kathryn in the same year and
Louse in the one above. They were by different fathers,
with neither of whom could Samantha have imagined
spending her life, which was something for which prim and
proper Claire had always looked down upon her younger
sister.

"Did you both catch the webcam broadcast?" Samantha asked
them.

"We saw it," Louise answered for them, grinning. "Thanks
for the heads-up. We just couldn't believe that was Aunt
Claire squatting there with her bare arse on show and
getting fucked by that nerdy-looking bloke. And licking
out Dawn's cunt while he buggered her." She glanced at
her sister. "If we'd known cousin Dawn was into it
before, we'd have taken advantage of her long ago."

"Maybe Aunt Claire too," added Kathryn.

"You could have your chance tonight," Samantha told them.
"We're holding a little dinner party tonight. In my
sister's honour. I want you two to help me choose the
guest list, and then get everything ready."

The two of them were more than willing. They got up off
the grass, and made a great play of doing a lot of
bending to pick up their stuff before following their
mother indoors.

"Aren't you feeling a bit overdressed, Mum?" Louise asked
once they were in the kitchen.

"A little," answered Samantha with a smile.

The two of them needed no more encouragement than that,
and moved in on their mother with intent. Soon she was as
naked as they were. Kathryn ran a hand lovingly down her
back and over her arse.

"None of that," Samantha admonished with mock severity,
taking hold of her wrist and moving her hand away. "We
have too much to do and not much time to do it."

"So what's the plan?" Kathryn asked, looking
disappointed.

"Maximum embarrassment for dear Claire," Samantha told
her. "Anybody from the group that she knows. Your
Granddad will be there, and Kay of course. But who else?"

"What about Dawn and Steve?" Louise asked.

"They'll be coming, but you can take them away and play
with them while we eat and join us later."

That settled, they began to run through the list of names
in the group of locals who shared their sexual interests
looking for anybody that Claire might know.

HOME

Cleaned inside and out after a thorough shower, Claire
stood with Dawn in front of her wardrobe choosing what
she should wear tonight. It was almost like a normal
mother and daughter thing, except for two circumstances.
The one was Claire being naked while they did it, and the
other was that in their previous relationship Claire
could never have imagined her daughter doing anything
with her except argue.

They had just chosen a long black dress with a plunging
cleavage and a low back that Claire had bought long ago
but never yet worn when the doorbell rang.

"That will be my friends, Mum," Dawn said. "Go and let
them in."

Claire reached for a robe on the bed, but Dawn placed
hand on it.

"I said to go and let them in," she said firmly.

Claire hesitated, and then quickly nodded.

"Chat to them till I get down," Dawn added as her mother
left the room. "I'll not be long."

Claire descended the stairs, seeing the shadows of the
two waiting outside through the frosted glass of the
door. At the bottom, she took a deep breath and pulled
back her shoulders before opening the door to them.

"Hello," she said, looking into their astonished faces.
"Come on in. Dawn will be down shortly."