Date: Thu, 9 May 2013 18:32:12 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - Part 22

PART TWENTY TWO

After I'd cum in her mouth, we let Mum go upstairs to get changed. Tracey
smiled at me and reached over to pat my softening cock. It immediately
twitched back into life again. In my mind was the memory of her licking my
cum off Mum's face. I wondered whether she would ever taste it direct from
the source. Both Mum and Dad had now had my cock in their mouths, but I
realised that it was Tracey's sweet mouth that I wanted most of all.

"Nice job," she said. "Pity you couldn't hold out longer, though."

"Are you surprised? That was so bloody hot. I'll do better next time."

"Like now?"

"Now?"

"Strike while the cock is hot, as the saying nearly goes. And your cock is
looking pretty hot right now."

The thought had already brought my cock completely to life again. Tracey
was watching me with an "I dare you" look on her face, and I wasn't about
to let her get away with that.

"You're on," I said, and stood up.

I went to tuck myself away in my jeans, but Tracey shook her head. So I
left it there, sticking straight out as I climbed the stairs. Mum was in
their bedroom, her back to me. She had put on her normal panties, and was
just preparing to step into her jeans. I came up quietly behind her and
placed a hand on her pantied buttock. I felt her stiffen, and draw in a
nervous breath.

"Chris," she said hoarsely. "I think this has already gone far enough."

I pushed my hand down the back of her panties and stepped closer so that my
semi-hard cock was rubbing against her outer thigh. My probing fingers
reached her cunt and the wetness there.

"I don't think you really mean that, Mum." She gave a little grunt as my
finger slipped easily inside her. "Do you?"

She shook her head, her eyes half closed and her tongue wetting her dry
lips. I suddenly realised that I didn't particularly want to fuck her right
then. It was the power I was really enjoying, and the power to fuck is a
pretty limited one. Over the last few days Tracey had opened my eyes to so
much more.

"You want this, Mum, don't you?"

She nodded, her eyes fully closed now as I moved my finger inside her.

"Say it," I ordered.

"Yes, I want it."

From where I was standing I could see out of the bedroom window, and across
the road old Jimmy working in his front garden. Jimmy was a decent old
bloke, easily into his seventies but always willing to help anybody out in
the street if they needed it. He was about to get his reward for being such
a good neighbour.

I removed my finger and held it up to Mum's lips. She sniffed and then
opened her eyes, and without any hesitation took my finger into her mouth.
I could feel her tongue licking it clean inside her mouth. I pulled it out
and wiped off her saliva on her shoulder.

"Go to the window," I said.

She looked down at her nesr-nudity, but said nothing as she went around the
bed and over to the window. I followed her, taking up a position by the
curtain where I hoped I would be visible. Mum stood at the window, the sill
at the top of her thighs, shaking slightly. Jimmy had his head down,
weeding his flower beds. She looked down at him, and then at me nervously.

"Tap on the window," I said.

She looked like she was preparing to say no, but then she did it.

"Harder."

She tapped harder and this time Jimmy looked up. He started to wave, but
then his arm faltered in mid-air as he saw her properly. A silly grin crept
across his old face.

"Wave to him."

She did, which made her breasts jiggle. Jimmy stood up, brushing his hand
across the front of his trousers. Then he waved back. He looked up and down
the street, and must have been deserted because his hand went back to the
front of his trousers and he started to rub his palm across.

"Play with your tits, Mum. Give him a show."

Her hands moved to her breasts and she began to fondle them an d play with
her nipples. Jimmy just kept watching, smiling and rubbing. Suddenly he
jerked, and when  he moved his hand away there was the start of a spreading
wet spot on the front of his trousers. He blew Mum a kiss and turned to go
back inside his house. Mum was blushing furiously and shaking. She moved
quickly away from the window.

"He was stroking himself," she said unsteadily. "Right there in the
street."

"He wssn't going to miss an opportunity like that," I told her, laughing.

"Whatever will he think of me?"

That made me laugh all the more. "I reckon he thinks pretty highly of you
right now," I said.

My laughter died quickly as I saw her looking down at my cock. It was hard
and sticking right our through my flies. I did want to fuck her, but knew I
would lose some of that power if I did. Instead I walked round the bed to
her side of it snd up to the head. Taking my cock in my hand I began to
wank, looking at her near-naked body standing there. I came quickly and
spurted across her pillow.

"Let it dry there," I said. "Finish getting yourself dressed and then come
down."

I was a little light-headed walking down the stairs, amazed that I had
pulled that off. I had really impressed myself, and Tracey looked just as
impressed when I told her all about it.

"We'll have to think up a little reward for you," she said.

Mum came down then, and there was a bit fo an awkward silence. Tracey broke
it by saying that Dad would be home soon and she should be preparing a
meal. She went meekly, without a word. Tracey smiled and winked at me.
Then, quietly, she told me what we were going to do tonight.

*

Dinner was a quiet affair that night, each of them lost in their own
thoughts. Sean was spending yet another night with his girlfriend, so there
was just the four of them. And too many secrets to make conversation easy.
It was when Mum got up to fetch the ice cream for dessert that Tracey made
her move.

"It's such a nice evening, Mum," she said. "Why don't you and I take ours
into the garden to have it. I've got some new photos on my laptop to show
you."

"What about Chris and your father?" Mum asked, with the nervousness that
she was at the moment treating any suggestion by Tracey.

Tracey turned and smiled at me. "I know that Chris wants Dad's help with
something," she said to Mum. "They can come and join us after they've
finished."

As soon as they had gone, I looked Dad in the eyes and gave him my best
enigmatic smile. He was looking nervous too, but there was also a spark of
excitement there in his eyes. He asked me with what I needed his help.

"You'll find out soon enough, Dad. I want you to go upstairs to the
bathroom. Strip naked and then get a pair of Mum's panties out of the
laundry basket. I'll follow shortly."

His eyes shot to the back door. "With your Mum here?" he asked shakily.

"Tracey will keep her occupied, And we can lock the bathroom door. Now just
do it."

He got up and headed up the stairs. I quickly went out to the garden where
Mum and Tracey were sitting at the garden table, Tracey's laptop open
before them. As I came up to them, she pushed a key and the feed from the
bathroom cam appeared. Mum looked at it and then at both of us, but asked
no questions. The door to the bathroom opened and Dad came through it. He
briskly stripped off and then started rooting in the laundry basket. He
surfaced with a pair of Mum's dirty panties in his hand, which he put on. I
heard Mum gasp, but her gaze was fixed steadily on the screen.

"He's been borrowing underwear for ages, Mum," Tracey said. "Yours and
mine. Later we will show you some of the things he does with it. But for
now, you're going to see what he really enjoys."

She nodded to me and I headed back into the house. As I walked up the
stairs, I thought of how my cock had already been in Mum's mouth today. And
now it was going to be in Dad's, with Mum watching every thrust and every
slurp.