Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2009 20:24:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 19

PART NINETEEN

I slipped quietly upstairs as Tracey called out to Mum in
the kitchen that if she were making tea then she would
have one too. By the time I got to the computer and
switched it on, Tracey was settled on the sofa with her
legs stretched pout along it and Mum was just coming
through with a mug of tea in each hand. She put one down
on the table by Tracey, and then sat down in an armchair
with the other.

"That gymn is working, Mum," Tracey said, picking up her
mug. "You're looking real good."

Mum looked pleased. "You think so?" she asked.

"I do. So does Trish.  She was saying last night as we
walked back to her place what a good body you had for a
woman your age."

Mum had gone from looking pleased to looking
uncomfortable. "Tracey," she said. "I really think we
should all forget about last night. It was a just a silly
thing. Should never have happened, and best we put it
right out of our minds."

"I don't think so, Mum," Tracey said matter-of-factly,
and took a sip of her tea. "You'll be telling Uncle Harry
what happened, of course."

"What! Of course not. What is all this nonsense about
Uncle Harry, Tracey?"

She was bluffing, and she wasn't very good at it. Tracey
calmly watched her wiggling on the hook, and then smiled
slightly.

"You tell him everything, Mum," she said. "You know that.
Like how you kissed Chris' cock when he was asleep. You
told him that, didn't you? So why wouldn't you tell him
about being groped by me and Trish?"

Mum just stared at her, mouth half open and face
reddening. Tracey gave her no time to recover, hitting
her with one after another of the things that we had got
from our spying with the webcam. All of it stuff we had
heard her telling uncle Harry, or that she might have.
She took a chance with some of it, but I doubt Mum would
remember whether she had or she had not with the shock of
hearing it all.

"How did you know all that?" Mum asked when the list came
to an end.

"Uncle Harry told me," Tracey replied quietly. "It turned
him on to tell me what you get up to."

I figured it would have, from what we now knew about him,
so that fitted. And I could tell from Mum's face that she
thought so too. Something else in her face as well, which
I'm sure Tracey would not have missed. Excitement. A
shameful looking type of excitement, but excitement
nevertheless. Tracey knowing her dirty secrets was
turning Mum on, just as it would have Uncle Harry had he
really known. We were turning out to be one hell of a
kinky family. Except me, of course. The one normal person
in the whole bunch.

"He thinks it time you took a step further," Tracey went
on.

Mum looked at her quizzically, but I think she already
knew what was coming. I certainly did.

"He thinks I should take a hand in your control," Tracey
said.

"But you're my.."

"Your daughter," Tracey finished for her. "Yes. Just like
it was your daughter who was feeling you up last night,
and Trish said you were very wet. Just like it was your
son whose erect cock you were kissing the other day as he
slept. Just like it's your brother who's been fucking you
and making you do anything he wants you to do. For who
know how long. Come on, Mum. You can't play the prim and
proper card with me anymore. It's not going to wash."

Tracey drank some more of her tea. She was the very
picture of cool, calm and collected, and I felt a little
surge of pride. That was my sister there.

"How long has he been controlling you actually?" she
asked.

"I'm surprised he didn't tell you," Mum snapped back, a
little surge of rebellion.

"You tell me," Tracey commanded, that note in her voice
that I was coming to know so well.

All the fight suddenly went out of Mum in whoosh, and it
was with a sort of relief that she seemed to sit back in
the chair and pick up her own tea. "A very long time,"
she said. "He didn't actually..fuck..me till the night of
my sixteenth birthday, but it all started long before
that."

A fine appreciation of the legal niceties from Uncle
Harry, I thought. And then it struck me. I had just heard
my Mum say fuck for the very first time in my life. She
had hesitated over it, but it had somehow released
something in her to say it. She looked relaxed now, even
enjoying herself as she started to tell the story. Of the
way her brother Harry, two years her elder, had always
been the one to decide everything in her life. Even down
to what she wore, whom she would go out with and what she
would allow them to do. He would insist that she always
go naked around the house when Gramps and Gramma were
out, and would have her do various chores as he watched
her. And if they were not done to his exacting standards,
then she would be put over his knee and spank her bare
bottom. He would have her watch him as he wanked, and
then instruct her in how to pleasure herself as he
watched her. But apart from the spankings he never
touched her, nor had her touch him. Not until the night
of her sixteenth birthday, when he came to her room after
everybody had gone to bed and took her virginity.
Threefold. Mouth, arse and cunt.

"And he's been using you ever since," Tracey said.

A nod from Mum, eyes lowered.

"And you like being used, don't you? It excites you." A
hesitation, and then another nod. "You like being used as
his slut." Another nod. "His dirty little slut. And you
want to be my dirty little slut too now, don't you? You
want that, don't you?"

Mum looked up from her cup and straight at Tracey. There
was a confused swirl of emotions showing on her face.
Doubt and a little fear, but also arousal and a strong
need. She nodded once more, emphatically.

"Say it, Mum," demanded Tracey.

"Yes," Mum said, sounding very positive. "I want it."

"What do you want?"

"To be your dirty little slut."

Now it was Tracey's turn to nod. "That's very good," she
said. "Very good indeed, Mum. Now stand up."

Mum put aside her cup and stood up. She was wearing a
patterned summery dress, nice enough but a bit frumpish
for her. Ever since I could remember she had gone for
very conservative clothes. As I saw Tracey looking her up
and down critically, I had a feeling that was going to
change.

"We'll go out and buy you some sexier clothes tomorrow,"
Tracey said. "More in keeping. Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes."

"Take them off."

My cock was already rock hared against my jeans. I let it
out and slowly began to stroke it as Mum reached under
her dress and pulled of her panties. Tracey took them off
her and held them to her nose.

"You are so turned on by this, Mum," she said with a
smile. "Aren't you, you slut?"

"Yes," Mum answered in a small voice.

"Use my name."

"Yes, Tracey," Mum responded, and then took a deep
breath. "I'm very turned on by this."

"By following my orders and being my bitch. That turns
you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Tracey." Some of the doubt returned. "You'll not
tell your father or the boys about this, will you?"

"No, Mum, I'll not tell them."

Which was perfectly honest as far as it went.

"Come here."

Mum went to stand next to the sofa. Tracey placed a hand
on her calf and ran it slowly up her leg under the dress.
I saw Mum jump as it reached its destination.

"Your cunt is sopping, Mum," Tracey said with a laugh.
"Now get those clothes off and go make me another cup of
tea." At Mum's hesitation, she added. "Don't worry, I'll
hear if Chris comes in and you'll have plenty of time to
make yourself decent again."

Mum pulled the dress over her head, showing that she was
not wearing a bra, and stood there naked for Tracey's
inspection.

"You really do have a good body, Mum," Tracey said. "Now
go make that tea."

As Mum padded out to the kitchen, Tracey looked to where
she knew the cam to be and gave me a wink.