Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2009 16:00:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - Part 18

PART EIGHTEEN

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Dad tucked away his cock, still looking at me with a
stunned look on his face.

"What did Tracey mean?" he asked quietly. "About Harry?"

I stood up from the computer, where on the screen Mum
still sat motionless and with an expression on her face
very similar to Dad's. I could have done with not being
put in this situation without Tracey to guide me on what
to say, but here it was and there was nobody but me.

 Facing him, I said, "Uncle Harry uses and dominates Mum,
Dad. Just like he does you. We've seen it on the cams,
when you're out working for him."

"But he's her brother!"

That made me laugh. Here was Dad, whose mouth I'd fucked
twice and one of those times right in front of my sister
and her friend, and he was shocked that Uncle Harry and
Mum had a sexual relationship. He looked a little hurt
that I was laughing at him, and that made me laugh even
more thinking of the humiliating things we had done to
him these past few days.

I looked back at the screen to see that Mum had
disappeared from the sofa. I told Dad I'd see him later,
and went out of my room and downstairs. I found her in
the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea.

"Everything alright, Mum?" I asked casually.

"Of course it is," she came back irritably. "Why
shouldn't it be?"

"Because you've just put cold water on your tea bag."

She looked at the kettle in her hand, and slowly put it
back on the base before switching it on.

"It's my age," she said, trying for a laugh that didn't
quite make it. "I'm going doolally at last."

"Never, Mum. You're hardly old. Still a spring chicken.
Here let me do it for you."

I took the mug, emptied out the cold water and then threw
away the sodden tea bag. Getting a fresh one from the
box, I waited till the kettle had boiled before pouring
the steaming water on top of it. Then added milk and
scooped out the second tea bag.

"There," I said, putting it in front of her. "The perfect
cup of tea. Now tell me what's up."

"Thanks, Chris," she said, taking a sip. "It really is
nothing. Just something that threw me."

"Come here."

I took her hand and pulled her towards me for a hug. I
had no other intention than to comfort her, honest, but
as I held her close to me the picture came into my head
of Tracey and Trish holding her down and groping her,
exposing her and of Trish's finger slipping inside her
cunt.  I felt my cock grow, down the leg of my jeans, and
how it pressed against Mum's own leg. Like any other
growing boy, it wasn't the first time my cock had
responded to holding my Mum close, but always before I'd
pulled away before she could notice. I was learning, with
Tracey as my very competent teacher, and I did no such
thing this time. I held her still close to me, and I
sensed her holding her breathas it continued to get
harder.

Over Mum's shoulder I saw Dad come to the kitchen door.
Our eyes met, and I smiled at him. He swallowed heavily
and looked embarrassed.

"Group hug?" he asked, falsely jocular. "Can anybody join
in?"

"Give over, Dad," I said, a little scornfully, as I let
Mum go. "We're British, not American. We don't do group
hugs."

To describe the atmosphere in the kitchen as awkward
would have been to severely understated the situation.
Mum had her secrets ands Dad had his, and now Dad knew at
least one of hers. I told them I was going to have an
early night and left them to it.

*

Next morning Tracey woke me up, and she wasn't gentle
about it. She flicked the duvet off my naked body and
gave me a good shake, and then stood looking down at my
morning erection. She was wearing a short summer dress,
which showed off her legs to perfection.

"You do have a nice cock, Chris," she said. "Nicely
shaped."

I was well past any embarrassment with her. "Thank you
kindly," I said, swinging my legs off the bed. "Where is
everybody?"

"Dad and Sean have gone to work. Mum is at the gymn, and
then she'll be going on to one of her tea and cake
sessions with her friends. Undoing all the good work
she's done on the rowing machines and the aerobics. And
you have work to do, my boy."

"Work?"

"The secret cams at Trish's," she said with mock
exasperation. "So she can keep an eye on her parents.
Remember?"
"I remember. Or I do now. You know I'm not at my best
first thing."

I was already dressing. As I did, I told her about Dad
seeing the little session she and Trish had with Mum, and
what had happened later in the kitchen. She said that's
he had guessed that Dad would be with me, but I think she
was pulling a fast one. Still, I had every confidence
that before long Dad knowing about Mum and her brother
would be part of her plans.

Dressed in jeans and t-shirt, I asked her if Mum had said
anything to her.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Not last night and not
this morning. Acting as if nothing had happened, but
we'll soon stop that little game."

As we left, she told me that Trish had gone out with her
parents for the day and passed her the spare key the
previous night. I'd expected Trish to be there, so I was
a little disappointed. Still, you couldn't have
everything. I picked up my box of tricks.

"All ready," I said.

"You realise I don't just want Trish to be able to keep
an eye on her parents, don't you, Chris?" she said,
smiling.

I patted my box. "All in hand," I told her. "I know you
too well to have made that mistake."

"She'll not be able to suss it?"

"Not a chance," I assured her.

She patted my crotch. "Good boy," she said. "We'll have
to find some way to reward you for your cleverness."

Trish's house was a big one down on the new estate.
Tracey let us in with the key Trish had given her, and we
stood at the bottom of the stairs looking around and
getting our bearings. Tracey gave me a mischievous look.

"I think you should do it naked," she said.

"What?"

"Doesn't the thought of wandering about someone else's
house in the nude turn you on?"

Now she mentioned it, it did seem a bit. "How about you?"
I asked hopefully, pulling off my t-shirt.

"And how would you be able to concentrate on the job in
hand with me padding about bare arse naked, eh?" she said
with a grin.

I shrugged. It had been worth a try. I kicked off my
trainers and then removed my jeans and pants. And she'd
been right. Standing naked in Trish's parents' house was
a turn on, as my semi pretty well proved. Tracey gave it
a little feel, and it turned into a full blown erection.

"Now get to work," she said.

I'd brought three of the tiny cams. Tracey had said that
Trish's bedroom was not to be one of the locations, so I
figured the lounge, her parents' bedroom and the main
bathroom. I did the lounge first and then went upstairs,
Tracey dogging my heels. In their bedroom she started
poking around in the drawers and the wardrobes while I
did my work. At one point she came over to me with a pair
of Trish's Mum's clean panties in her hand. She took hold
of my still half-erect cock and rubbed the inside of the
panties all over it, before returning them to the drawer.

"Think of that the next time you see her," she said.

And I knew I would, wondering if she were wearing that
pair. Tracey was carrying on poking around, and in the
bedside cabinet she found a vibrator and a rubber dildo.
The vibrator was the sort with an extension for the clit,
and the dildo was shaped like a real cock with veins and
everything.

Tracey gave them each a lick. "Clean," she said, a touch
of disappointment in her voice.

Finished with the bedroom, we went through to the en-
suite bathroom. Tracey's eyes immediately alighted on the
two toothbrushes in the rack. I wondered if my cock was
going to come in for some use again, but she had other
ideas. She took them both out of the rack and then lifted
her dress enough to get access to her panties. She
slipped them inside one at a time and gave herself a
little rub with the heads.

"Give them a taste of something sweet," she said to me
with a grin.

The final stop was for Trish's bedroom and her computer,
to link it up with the cams. Tracey keyed in the password
Trish had given her, and then left me to it while she
plumped down on the bed. Sitting there in Trish's chair
in her bedroom, naked and with a hard-on and her
discarded dirty clothing all around me, was a definite
turn-on. As I set up the cam feeds I had a quick look
around in there to see if there was anything interesting.
I found nothing, but set up a link so that I could take a
browse at my leisure back home. I was just finishing up
when I felt Tracey close behind me. She put an arm over
each of my shoulders and reached down to take hold of my
hard cock.

"I said you deserved a reward for being such a clever
clogs," she said, as her hand began to move up and down.

I was already close to cumming, and as soon as she
started nuzzling my nock I let fly. It went just about
everywhere. My chest, the keyboard, the desk, the floor.
She laughed as she let me go.

"You need to clean that up before we go," she said.

And so I did. Half an hour later we were back home, and
Mum's car was in the drive.

"You get straight upstairs," Tracey said to me. "And get
those cams going."