Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 16:25:41 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 21

PART TWENTY ONE

Mum went bright red and crossed to the bed quickly to push the pile
of sexy underwear and sex toys into the bag.

"No, Mum," Tracey said quietly. "Don't do that."

Mum froze, and I at least was wondering what way she would go. Was
Tracey's control over her good enough? Or was this the breaking
point? Tracey seemed very confident, standing there and smiling
slightly. Then  Mum unfroze and let the things fall back out of the
bag. She stepped back, not looking at me.

"Mum has decided to come out of her shell, Chris," Tracey said. "Have
a little fun out of life."

"Not a bad idea," I said. "You deserve some fun, Mum."

She still wasn't looking at me. Tracey picked up a black and red bra
and thong set and held them up. "Think she'd look good in these,
Chris?" she asked.

"Stunning, I reckon."

"And this?" She was holding up the ball-gag. "What do you think?"

"Even better."

Tracey threw the bra and thong set to Mum, who caught them awkwardly.
"Let's see if Chris is right, Mum," she said. "See if you do look
stunning in them."

Mum clutched the underwear, glancing quickly at me and then away. "I
can't, dear," she said tremulously. "Not in  front of Chris."

Tracey laughed. "I didn't mean change in  here, you silly thing," she
said. "You can go in the bathroom and put it on. Then come out and
show us. Chris has seen you in your underwear before, plenty of
times."

She looked down at it in her hands. She knew as well as we did that
the scanty scraps of material would cover very little compared to her
usual taste in underwear. But Tracey had given her a let out clause,
a way to salve her conscience if it bothered her. She nodded and
seemed to brace herself.

"Of course he has," she said. "I'm just being daft. You want to see
what my new purchases look like on, Chris?"

"I'd love to see, Mum."

"Very well then."

She left for the bathroom, and Tracey turned to me quickly. "She's
trying to make it all normal," she said. "Fine as far as it goes, but
not too far. Keep pushing her, bit by bit. Like we did with Dad."

"How?"

"Keep it sexual. She mustn't be allowed to settle in her mind."

"Alright."

She came back then, having obviously broken the world record for a
woman changing. She stood there rather sheepishly in the bra and
thong that really did conceal very little. Her nipples poked over the
top of the bra cups, And the front of the thong was the merest patch
of material. Remembering Tracey's words, I frankly looked her up and
down. Rubbed my hand across the front of my jeans, feeling my cock
harden. I saw Mum glance down, and then colour again.

"Very nice, Mum," I said, walking behind her. Her arse looked
perfect. "You still have a great body."

"Well thank you, Chris. That's sweet of you to say. Even though I'm
sure you're just being....oh!"

I'd slapped her arse. It was a spur of the moment thing. It just
looked so inviting, and I loved the way it wobbled when I slapped it.

"And a really nice arse too," I said, coming back around in front of
her. "Very slappable."

"Chris, you shouldn't...It's not...I don't think..."

My cock was now making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans, and
Mum's eyes couldn't keep away from it as mine ran up and down her
near-naked body. I gave it a slow stroke through the material.

"Chris, don't do that," she tried, gathering what shred of waning
authority she could standing there looking like something out of
readers' wives.

"Time for the final part of the outfit," Tracey said, picking up the
ball gag.

"What!"

She looked horrified, but as Tracey approached her she made no effort
to step away of stop her. No protest left her lips before the
elasticated band was slipped over her head and the ball placed in
her mouth. Tracey stepped back to admire her creation.

"You were right, Chris," she said. "It does make it even better. Now
go make a pot of tea, Mum. Chris and I will be down shortly.""

She hesitated a moment, and then padded off down the stairs. Tracey
turned to me with a grin, and held out her hand for me to shake.

"The slap on the arse was perfect," she complimented me.

"What now?"

She smiled. "We go have our tea," she said.

On the way down she stopped in  her room to collect her camera. Mum
was just coming in to the living room bearing a tray with the tea,
and stopped dead and nearly dropped it when Tracey snapped a picture
of her.

"One for the family album," Tracey said lightly.

Mutely, Mum started up again and placed the tray on the table. Tracey
and I sat down on the sofa next to each other and Mum served the tea
to us. Tracey made a gesture and Mum settled down on her knees on the
floor between us. She was looking everywhere but at us, but I could
see that the nipples poking over the small bra were hard. She might
be feeling guilt and shame at what she was doing, but she had been
submitting to her brother for many years and this was just small stop
further. Whatever her other emotions, the submissive in her needed
and wanted this.

"You're turning Chris on, Mum," Tracey said, reaching over ns giving
eh bulge in my jeans a stroke. "Cocks never lie, do they?"

Mum glanced at her and then me, and then down to my crotch. In my
mind was a memory of that webcam footage of her handling and kissing
my cock when she thought I was asleep. I wondered if it was in hers
too. Tracey had left her hand there. Now she deftly pulled down my
zip and put her hand inside.

"Want to see, Mum?" she asked.

Their eyes met and held, and then Mum gave a curt nod. Tracey pulled
out my erect cock, and left it laying there against my jeans as she
sat back. Mum's eyes were fixed on it, her expression unreadable.

"Have a feel, Mum. Chris'll not mind. Will you Chris?"

I didn't trust myself to speak. I reckon it would have come out as a
very unauthoritative squeak. Instead I just shook my head. Mum
reached out tentatively, and then laid her hand along the shaft. It
twitched at her touch, and she got bolder. Beginning to stroke it,
explore it with her fingers. I undid the button on my jeans and
lifted my arse to push them down to my knees along with my pants. Mum
immediately cupped my balls in one hand, and brought up her other to
continue stroking and squeezing my cock.

I became aware of Tracey standing behind her. Removing the ball-gag.
Smiling at me over Mum's head.

"Taste it, Mum," she said.

She started on my balls, licking around them and taking them one at a
time into a hot wet mouth. Then she was licking up the shaft, taking
her time about it. By the time she reached the head, I was lost.
Almost as soon as she took it into her mouth, I involuntary let
loose. She jumped back startled, and the last two spurts splashed
across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. She just knelt there
staring at me with my cum dripping down her face and her breath
coming in ragged gasps. Tracey leant over her and licked one runnel
of cum from  her cheek.

"Good girl," she said.

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