Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 17:26:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 14

Part Fourteen

School was all a bit of a daze to me that day, all my
attention on the coming evening. Luckily, as it was the last
day before the holidays, none of the teachers expected
anything other than inattention from us anyway. My mind kept
coming back to what Dad had told us this morning about his
encounter in the lavatory, and his last comment as we got
out of the car about it being all around the school by next
day. And wondering what effect that had had on him. And I
was also thinking about last night, and fucking my Dad's
face. And tonight, when Tracey and I would have him all to
ourselves. To do whatever we pleased with him.

The day really dragged, but eventually the final bell went
and I headed for home.  I was the first back, and found Mum
out in the garden stretched out on her back on a lounger in
her black bikini. I slipped upstairs and changed out of my
uniform and into a pair of shorts, and then stood looking
down at her from my bedroom window for a moment. She really
had a good body, not just for her age but for any age, and I
found myself getting hard just looking at her.

"So this is what you get up to when we're all out slogging,"
I said as a joined her in the garden.

She looked up lazily, her gaze catching my bulge and then
moving up my chest to my face. "Hello, darling," she said.
"I didn't hear you come in. Such a glorious day, seemed a
shame to waste it."

I glanced up into the clear blue sky and then down at the
bottle of sun tan lotion on the table by her side. "Did you
do your back?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You offering?" she asked.

"Roll over," I said by way of answer.

She rolled on to her stomach, and I gave my eyes a moment to
enjoy her rear view before straddling her, my arse resting
lightly on her upper thighs, and taking up the lotion
bottle. Squirting some on to my palms, I started on her
upper back.  I'd done this a lot of times, but that was then
and this was now. And now was a time that I had begun to
look on this woman who was my mother in a very different
way. Having seen her fucking Dad, fingering her cunt and
sucking off her brother I could never look at her the same
again. And having felt her lips on my cock when she thought
I was asleep and seen the desire in her eyes as I stood
before her naked, any thoughts of her would from now on have
a sexual element to them.

I did her lower back, and then as casually as I could manage
lowered the waistband of her bikini pants and tucked it
below her buttocks. She tensed a little, but said nothing as
I began to rub the lotion into her arse cheeks. As I
massaged it in, enjoying the feel of her firm buttocks under
my fingers, I began to shift them apart with the motion.
Slowly more and more until I was practically holding them
apart on each outward stroke, and staring down at her crease
and the puckered little hole that was my Mum's arsehole.
I've always thought of the arsehole as the most intimate and
secret part of the body, the part most people never show to
anybody except a doctor. And here was me looking at my
mother's, and wondering whether she had ever had it fucked.

Massaging in more lotion, I let one finger trail along her
crease and just brush across her hole. She let out the
tiniest of sighs, and I was encouraged to do it again.
Firmer this time, less accidental. A third time. And still
she said nothing, but just lay there with a tenseness to her
whole body. I didn't do it a fourth time. Nor did I give in
to the temptation to stick one lotion-lubricated finger up
her enticing arsehole. To enter and violate her, to feel the
tightness of her. But I was learning a lot from Tracey - one
step at a time gives you far more in the long run.

What I did do was to hold her arse cheeks apart quite
deliberately for one last long look at that sweet little
arsehole.  I wanted her to know what I was doing, gazing
upon this most secret lace of hers, and to know that I knew
she would know. Again it was Tracey's teaching guiding me.
It's what they don't say that gives you the power. She'd let
me pull down the back of her pants and made no objection
when my fingers had brushed her arsehole. All of that could
mean nothing, of course. Could be passed off by her as
perfectly innocent. But having allowed all that, what could
she say now when it crossed that line by an iota. Either
make a sudden fuss, or let it go. And she was letting it go,
and that would be something she'd not be able to get out of
her mind.

I let go her arse cheeks and gave them a playful slap before
pulling up the back of her pants. "All done," I said
cheerfully as I got up off her thighs.

She acted as if she had been drifting off to sleep, looking
up startled and blinking. It was a terrible performance.
"Thank you, darling," she said. "I'll do the same for you
next time."

That put a smile on my face as I went back inside, and it
matched the one on Tracey's as I came face to face with her
just inside. "I was watching," she said. "You did really
good, brother."

She took my face in both her hands and her lips over mine,
and I felt her tongue push into my mouth and explore. Reward
time. She let me go and stepped back, licking her lips.

"I'm going out to join Mum," she said. "See if I can get her
into some girlie talk."

I went upstairs and the first thing I did was to check the
recording of the day's events. I ran it through at high
speed, slowing it whenever Mum appeared, but there was
nothing interesting until she came into the front room to
answer the phone. I reduced it to normal speed, and turned
up the sound. It was Uncle Bill. After some pleasantries she
launched into a very detailed account of everything that had
happened yesterday after he left, and it wasn't long before
her hand slipped down the front of her jeans to rub herself
as she spoke. I discovered that she had seen the panties
before Kenny whisked them out of sight, and that it turned
her on to think about him wanking while playing with her
dirty panties. It was looking as though Mum was just as
perverted as our Dad, and that was saying something.

 "Kenny's was nice," she said in answer to what I took was a
question. "But Chris has a gorgeous one." Another pause. "Oh
yes," she said throatily. "One in my cunt and one in my
mouth. That would be so good." She listened again, and then
gave a little giggle. "Chris in my mouth, I think," she
said. "So I can savour it."

The phone call came to an end with the farewells I had heard
her utter countless times before when talking to Uncle Bill
on the phone, and then she went about her normal business. I
ran it through to the end, but there was nothing more. I
clipped the telephone conversation segment and sent it to
Tracey. Then I brought up some of the previous recordings
and had myself a good slow wank.

                         *

Dinners were getting quieter and quieter, each of us with
their own thoughts burning a hole in their brain. Only Sean
wasn't affected, and he never said much anyway. My eyes kept
moving of their own accord to Mum, and my thoughts to the
telephone conversation. Was it just fantasy what she was
saying she'd like? Or was it her real desire? And even more
importantly, how could Tracey and I use it?

After dinner, Sean went off to see his girlfriend. And Mum
was soon gone too, to her class and the girls' night out
afterwards. Which left Dad, Tracey and me. Nd the look in
his eyes as Mum left was a confusing mix of fear,
anticipation and excitement.

Tracey eyed him sternly as he came back into the front room
from seeing her off. She'd previously checked with me that I
had the webcam in here on record, and I'd told her that was
one trick I wouldn't miss.

"You should always be naked when alone with us," she said to
him coldly. "Or in clothing of our choice. You should have
taken your clothes off in the hall before returning."

He lowered his head, "I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be sorry, bitch," she snapped. "Just put it right."

He stripped off quickly, and then stood before us naked and
with his cock at half mast.

She looked him up and down. "Now go and make us a cup of
tea, you fucking slut" she ordered. "One for yourself too."

We watched him go, and then Tracey said quietly," How am I
doing?"
I smiled at her. "You're certainly scaring me," I said.

She smiled back. "While he's out," she said. "Go get his
shaving gear and a bowl of warm water from upstairs.  I want
him to see it when he comes back in."

It was there on the table when he returned carrying a tray
with three cups of tea. He saw the shaving stuff at once,
and hesitated before placing the tray on the table beside
it. Tracey leaned over and gobbed up before spitting into
one of the cups. She looked at me, and I took the hint and
did the same. She picked it up and handed it to Dad.

"Drink it up before it gets cold," she said sweetly.

Dad took it from her, and just looked down into it for a
moment before taking a swig. He managed to do it without
pulling a face, which I thought was good.

"You were telling us about your first experience of being a
cock-sucker," she said. "And how the story spread around the
school.

He nodded and took another drink of tea. "It got me an
instant reputation," he said, "I got a lot of teasing and
name-calling, of course, but it also meant that certain boys
took more of an interest in me. Within a week I was the
school bike."

Tracey laughed. "My Dad the school bike," she said. "Was it
an all boys school?"

He nodded. Just then there was a ring on the front doorbell.
Dad nearly jumped out of his skin, but Tracey seemed
unsurprised. "That'll be Trish," she said. "Let her in, will
you, Chris?"