Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 23:05:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 10

PART TEN

[Comments and messages welcome and always answered.]

Mum was in the utility room, folding washing. I went to the
other side of the counter and began to help her. She gave me
a brief glance, and then concentrated on the job in hand.

"Had a shower?" she asked, not looking at me.

"I was feeling a bit sticky," I told her.

"It's the weather."

"Maybe. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by mentioning about
knocking and waiting, Mum."

"No," she said. "You were right, You have a right to your
privacy."

I gave a little laugh. "Must have been a bit of a shock to
walk in and see Kenny beating his meat," I said lightly.

She coloured, very attractively. She looked at me, and her
eyes briefly travelled down my naked chest to where the
towel started around my hips. "That's not a very nice way to
speak, Chris," she said, looking away again.

I gave a shrug. "Wanking, jerking off, masturbating," I
said. "It's all the same thing, and we all do it."

"Not all of us, Chris," she said primly.

"Do you, Mum?"

She looked quite shocked. "What a thing to ask!" she
exclaimed. "No, of course I don't."

It would have been quite a laugh to tell her that Kenny and
I had watched her doing that very thing shortly before, but
that would have really put the cat amongst the pigeons.

"Sorry," I said, really not meaning it. "I just assumed
everybody did."

We carried on folding the washing, and I took the
opportunity of her being careful not to look at me to get a
good look at her. There were no nipples visible under her t-
shirt anymore, so I assumed she'd put on fresh underwear

"Why was Kenny doing it here?" she suddenly asked after a
long pause while we continued to fold.

"He often does," I answered, still keeping it very casual.
"And I do round his place. Sometimes we do it together, and
with other mates. .A sort of group wank."

"Well, things have certainly changed since I was a girl."

"I don't think they have, Mum," I said. "You ask Dad or
Uncle Harry. I'm sure they'll say the same."

She looked up, and our eyes met. "I can't imagine Dad
sitting in a circle with a bunch of other boys all doing
that," she said lightly with a laugh, drawing her gaze away
from mine "Can you?"

"I can," I answered. "I definitely can. Uncle Harry, too."

"Well, you know your Uncle Harry. I wouldn't put anything
past him."

"No, nor would I."

The washing was all folded. Mum picked up the pile and
dropped it into the basket.

"Thanks for the assistance," she said. "And I'm glad we had
this little chat. It's good to know you feel comfortable
about talking to me and Dad about these sort of things."

"It's good for me too, Mum," I agreed. "Always knowing that
I can discuss anything with you without any embarrassment."
An outright lie, but sometimes a lily just has to be gilded.
"And what I said about knocking and waiting only really
applies when I've got company. Dad knows I've got no hang-
ups with being naked in front of him or you, or Sean or
Tracey. It's just flesh, after all. We've all got it."

I matched deed to word by taking the towel from around my
waist and hanging ti about my neck. My cock was semi-erect,
hanging down but away from my body. I saw her eyes move
involuntarily down to it.

"See," I said. "Doesn't bother me a bit."

I turned and left and went back upstairs. After dressing, I
sat down at the computer and started to go through the stuff
Tracey had sent me about Dad. The mails made for interesting
reading. Most were to the address we now knew to be Uncle
Harry, but there were a few others as well to various people
he had met on the net. It was obvious that he was a total
submissive, and from some of the stories he recounted in
mails about his boyhood that he had been one for a long
time. Those mails painted a picture of him that was hard to
reconcile with my previous knowledge of him. In normal life
there was no way you could call him submissive, except maybe
with Mum. He was the first to kick up a fuss if he thought
he was being conned or badly served, and usually he got his
way in those situations. But the man in those mails liked
nothing better than to be treated like dirt by other men.
And by women as well, judging from some of the sites he
visited regularly.

Downstairs, I heard Tracey returning from school. She had a
few words with Mum, and then headed up the stairs. I opened
my door as she reached the top and beckoned to her. She
stepped into my room, pulling off her school tie, and looked
at me expectantly as she closed the door behind her.

"Well?" she asked.

"You are not going to believe what's been happening here," I
told her.

She smiled. "I will if you've got the evidence to show me,"
she said with a wink.

"Yes and no," I responded.

I sat her down at the computer and first told her of Mum
coming into the bedroom and holding and kissing my cock
while she thought I was sleeping. She looked disbelieving,
as if I were spinning out some adolescent fantasy, but I
knew that disbelief wouldn't last long. The next thing,
massaging Mum's feet, I did have the evidence to show, and
she liked that. She kicked off her shoes and put her bare
heels up on the edge of the chair as she watched, her skirt
slipping down her thighs to reveal a very satisfying amount
of flesh.

"That is good," she said. "Were you hard?"

I nodded.

"And she could feel it through your jeans?"

I nodded again.

"Cool."

She looked disappointed when the knock came on the door, but
I knew that wouldn't last long. She watched the scene with
Mum and Uncle Harry in total silence, but she wasn't far
into it before her hand slipped beneath her school skirt and
started to rub. I took that as my cue and pulled out my cock
to join her. She gave me a quick approving look before her
eyes flashed back to the screen. When it was done she sat
back and stretched out her legs, keeping a hand still under
her skirt.

"You're right," she said. "I don't believe it. Even seeing
it, I don't believe it. "She shook her head. "The sly old
cow. And there was me thinking butter wouldn't melt, while
she's at it hammer and tongs with her own brother. And
copping a feel of you. Let's face it, Chris, we've got
perverts on both sides of the gene pool, so we might as well
accept that we've got no chance of turning out little
puritan angels."

"Suits me," I said. "And there's more."

"Never! Show me."

I told her first, about the bra and panties and my
conversation with Mum while I fingered the latter. And I
spoke she reached out and took hold of my cock, using it to
pull me closer to her. Then she planted a kiss on the very
tip.

"You are a good big brother to me, Chris," she said with a
laugh as she let go.

Feeling the lips of both your Mum and sister on your cock on
the same day is not a bad day to have. I told her about
Kenny coming around, and then showed her the clip of him
wanking on my bed while getting a facefull of Mum's panties.

"Nice cock," she said, smiling. "Not as nice as yours
though. And what is it with boys and soiled panties? You
like them too?"

Remembering our rule about honesty, I said I did. She
clapped her hands in pleasure when the cam showed Mum coming
in.

"Did you set that up?" she asked.

"I did," I replied proudly.

"Clever boy."

The scene switched to Kenny stripping off in the middle of
the room.

"Mum went to the bedroom and had a wank after she'd walked
in on Kenny," I said. "I couldn't record it because he was
standing right at my shoulder."

"He watched Mum masturbating?"

I nodded.

"Awesome. And it that why he's doing this now?"

"Not exactly. I showed him a couple of those stills you made
of Mum in the bathroom, and I said he could have them if he
stripped and let me fuck his mouth. Properly fuck, not just
sucking."

She watched as Kenny got down on his knees, and then as I
came into the picture and began to fuck his face. Her hand
went back beneath her skirt.

"So Kenny has watched Mum frig herself on screen and now
he's got some nude photos of her," she said. "And
I..we...have film of him getting his face thoroughly fucked.
Couldn't be better."

After the clip had finished, I told her about my last
conversation with Mum in the utility room. And about taking
off my towel. She listened intently, as she had to all of
it, and then stood up abruptly.

"Come on," she said. "But put that away first. Nude as
nature intended is one thing, but having it sticking out of
your jeans might give the game away."

I followed her into her own room, knowing that a reward for
my sterling efforts of the day was in the offing but not
sure what. Going into her room, where she knew the cam was
blocked augured well. Once in and with the door closed, she
took her tie completely off and threw it on the bed.
Reaching under her skirt, she pulled off her panties. Too
nimbly, though, for me to see anything worthwhile. The
panties were a white thong, and I could see from here that
they were soaked in her juices. She went over t the bed and
sat down on it, beckoning me over with the panties. When I
was standing over her, she handed me the panties and then
pulled down my zip and extracted my cock.

"Cum in my mouth," she said. "And I'll punch you so hard in
the bollocks that you'll be cumming blood for a month.
Understood?"

"Understood," I said, knowing that she meant it.

I could feel the dampness of the thong in my hand, and as
her mouth closed over my cock
I lifted it to my face and licked at the sweet cunt juice.
She was either a natural at it or she'd sucked cock before,
and too soon I felt myself cumming. I told her quickly, and
she pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed the thong from my
hand. She held it over the head of my cock as she finished
me off by hand.

"Was that good?" she asked, studying the result in her
underwear.

"It was so much better than good," I assured her perfectly
truthfully.

Her inspection finished, she tucked me back inside my jeans
and then stood up. As nimbly as he had taken them off, she
put the thong back on. The thought of my cum smearing her
cunt and arse was enough to almost make me ready to cum
again.

"We need to make some plans," she said.