Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:13:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 9

Mum was in the kitchen when I got down. I called out to her,
and sat down on the sofa beside her discarded underwear.

"Uncle Harry didn't stay long," I shouted through to her.

"He just had to drop something off for Dad," she responded.
"He was on a job and couldn't stop."

As a lie, it was a pretty pitiful one as Dad actually worked
for him and with him. I picked up the panties and ran a
thumb across the inner gusset where mine and Uncle Harry's
cum and presumably her cunt juices were intermingled. They
were still warm from her body.

"You going commando, Mum?" I called.

She came straight in saying, "What?" and then stopped dead
when she saw what I was holding.

"Commando," I repeated, gesturing with the panties. "No
pants. I do myself sometimes."

I let my gaze run down her body, lingering over her small
taut breasts with the nipples pushing at her t-shirt and
then stopping at her crotch. I realised that I was
unconsciously rubbing the gusset of her panties again, and I
wasn't the only one to notice. She stood transfixed, staring
at my hand.

"No," she said after the silence had stretched just that
little bit too long for comfort. "Of course not. As if I
would do such a thing." I could almost hear her brain
working furiously to come up with an explanation. "I was
bringing down the washing and they fell out. Didn't notice
until after I'd started the machine. " She reached out a
hand. "Give them here and I'll pop them back into the
basket."

"No need," I said. "I'll do it for you when I go back
upstairs." There was a knock on the door. "That'll be
Kenny," I said it. "I'll get it."

I picked up the bra in the same hand as the panties and got
up to go to the door. Kenny stood outside, and he gave me a
quizzical look when  he saw what I was holding. "Mum's," I
mouthed at him, which put a smile on his face. "Come on in,"
I said aloud.

He came into the hall, and at Mum's shout of hello poked his
head around the door to return it. I told him to go
upstairs, and once he was far enough away repeated his trick
of the head around the living room door.

"Any chance of a cuppa, Mum?" I asked quietly.

She was looking a touch disconcerted, but normality
intervened and she nodded.  "Sure," she said. "I'll bring it
up. Does Kenny take sugar?"

"Two," I told her. "Thanks."

Upstairs, Kenny was waiting to question me.

"So what are you doing walking around with your Mum's
underwear in your hand?" he asked. "And with her right
there?"

I held the panties out to him. "You complaining?" I asked
sarcastically.

"Never," he said as he reached out for them. "Gimme, gimme."

I let him take them. "She only just took them off, " I told
him.

"In front of you?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"Sort of," I said with a shrug.

He looked curious, but let it go in favour of putting the
panties up to his nose. Then he put out his tongue and
licked along the gusset. Standing there watching him, I was
thinking  of how he was licking at that mixture of mine and
Uncle Harry's dried cum, along with Mum's cunt juices. And
the thought was turning me on. But time was pressing.

"Be my guest," I said, waving towards my bed.

He practically jumped on the bed, and had his hard cock out
in seconds. He started to stroke it, holding the panties to
his face again. I sat down at the computer, and switched on
the recording on the cam.

"Don't you feel a bit peculiar?" he asked suddenly. "What
with me licking where your Mum's cunt was right here in
front of you?"

I looked at him and smiled. "It's a turn-on," I said to him
with a smile.

"Is it now? That's a piece of information to file for later
under very interesting. So are you going to put action to
word yourself; and have a wank while I symbolically lick out
your Mum's cunt?"

"Later," I said.

The expected brief knock came on the door, and then Mum
walked in with a tray of tea and biscuits. Kenny just had
time to get the panties out of sight, but it was that or his
cock. No way he could have done both. And I may be wrong,
but I think that on the spur of the moment he made the right
decision.

Mum stood transfixed looking at him, And he just lay there
looking back at her with his hard cock in his hand and the
most comical of expressions on his face. If it weren't
turning me on, it would have been funny. On second thought,
it was funny too.

I broke the tableaux by getting up and taking the tray off
Mum. "You really should wait a minute after knocking, Mum,"
I said, in what I thought was a kindly tone. "You know what
adolescent boys are like. No telling what you could walk
into."

"Yes," she stammered. "I will. I'm sorry." She looked over
my shoulder at Kenny, and then quickly averted her eyes
again. "I'm sorry, Kenny."

"No worries, Mrs Brent," Kenny said, like the polite young
man he had been brought up to be. Never mind that he was
still holding on to his cock.

"Thanks for the tea and biscuits, Mum."

She gave me a vague sort of smile and left hurriedly. Kenny
gave me her a few minutes to get away, and then turned on
me.

"You bastard," he exploded. "You set that up."

I shrugged. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," I said,
sitting down at the computer. "Your cock grew a good inch
when she walked in, and it's still hard."

I switched off the recorder and flicked through the cams
until I found Mum. She had gone into their bedroom and was
stretched out on the bed, her hand down the front of her
trousers.

"That's hardly the point," Kenny grumbled.

"Come over here," I said.

"Come on," I insisted. "Or you really will regret it."

He came, but with poor grace. Until he saw what I had up on
screen. He stood beside me, his cock still out and erect and
on a level with my face. His hand went to it again.

"You bugged your parents' bedroom?"

"Amongst other places," I admitted smugly.

He looked suspiciously around the room. "In here?"  he
asked.

"Now why would I bug myself?" I asked.

Ho nodded, accepting that non-answer, as his eyes went back
to the screen. Kenny is a great mate, but he's not the
sharpest knife in the drawer.

"Is you Mum doing what I think she's doing?"

"No, she's digging for potatoes. Of course she is, you
idiot. And she's thinking about your cock as she does it."

On the screen Mum was well into it, her hand going like a
piston inside her trousers. I turned my head and closed my
lips over Kenney's cock. He happily took his hand away and
let my lips slide up and down his shaft, each time taking a
little more of him into my mouth.

"She's cumming," he whispered. Then, louder, "I'm cumming."

Previously that had been the signal for whoever was sucking
to pull back, and for the sucked to finish by hand, but I
was in a mood to satisfy my long-held curiosity. I kept up
the rhythm with my mouth on his cock, holding his balls in
my hand, until I was rewarded with the feel of him squirting
in my mouth and the taste of his cum on my tongue. I kept my
lips clamped to his cock shaft until he had spent it all,
swallowing successive gobbets of his cum as he let it go.

I let his cock slip out and turned my face back to the
screen, licking my lips. I had wondered whether it would be
unpleasant and nasty-tasting, but Kenny's cum didn't taste
of very much at all. And it did amuse me to think that while
he was putting it down my throat he was imagining outing it
into my Mum as eh watched her frig herself on the screen.
She was gone from there now, but I didn't do a search for
her because I didn't want to show too much of my hand to
Kenny just yet.

"That was so fucking hot," he said.

"Want to see her naked?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes!"

I brought up a set of half a dozen stills that Tracey had
extracted and that I had picked out earlier. They showed Mum
in the bathroom drying herself after a shower, and Tracey
had selected them so that they showed her body from
different angles. I flicked through them rapidly, and when I
looked at Kenny I saw that he was hard again. I found I was
getting quite a kick out of showing him my Mum's naked body.
The last few days I was realising a lot of things about
myself that I had not suspected before.

"A bit quick," he complained.

"You can have copies," I told him on a sudden whim.

"I can?"

"And a lot more stuff in the future, even better, if you
want."

"Of course I want."

I nodded. "Then strip off for me," I told him.
"Completely."

He looked over at the closed door, and I took the
opportunity to switch on the recorder again.

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I can't see her coming back
in here in a hurry after walking in on you wanking."

He took off his school uniform from the top down, finishing
with his socks, until he was standing there stark naked. I'm
what most people would c all skinny, but Kenny is a bit
bulkier. Not fat, but with a bit of flesh covering his
bones. He looked pretty good, and I was thinking of Tracey
viewing this when she got home from school. And I intended
to give her something even better.

I got up and moved to the centre of the room. "Come here and
kneel down in front of me," I said as I unzipped and pulled
out my cock.

"You want me to suck you off?" he asked as he came over.

"No, I want to fuck your mouth." At a look of reluctance
from him, I added, "And then you get those photos to take
home and look at any time you like. And much more, Kenny.
More than you can ever imagine."

He got down on his knees and I took his head in both my
hands and pushed at his lips with the tip of my cock. He
opened up and I thrust inside. His mouth felt really good,
hot and wet around my cock.

"Think of my Mum standing there watching us," I said as I
gently thrust in and out. "Watching me fuck your mouth with
my big hard cock. And then getting down on the floor to lick
your cock and your balls as I fill your mouth."

The first spurt of cum, he tried to pull away as it hit the
back of his throat. I held on to him, not letting his head
move, as I finished off. Then I let him go, pout myself
away, and went back to the computer.

"You can get dressed now," I said casually as I quickly
burned the photos on to a disc.

Once he was dressed, he went straight to the tea and drank
down the whole mug. To get the taste of my cum out of his
mouth, I suppose. I handed him the disc.

"Enjoy," I said.

He took it with a wry smile on his face. "You are seriously
weird, Chris," he said. "You know that, don't you?"

"And getting weirder, Kenny," I agreed happily. "It's going
to be a bumpy ride."

He left to go back to school, and I reviewed the recordings
of Mum walking in on him wanking and of me fucking him. I
hadn't got Mum masturbating in the bedroom, but Tracey would
still enjoy hearing about that. Storing the recordings, I
went for a shower. When I stepped out of that and had mostly
dried myself, I wrapped a towel about my waist and went down
to see Mum.