Maggie suppressed the cry of pleasure that was rising in her throat, raising her head as she looked the length of her body and watched as his cock withdrew slowly before stopping and then being thrust back into her vagina. It felt so fucking good, but she was still shocked at how she had allowed herself to end up in this position.
What had started as a bit of fun and a tease at her sisters fortieth birthday party had got out of hand the longer the evening went on. Her husband was upstairs, passed out in his drunken stupor and the reason for their argument on the way home. Presently, she lay on her lounge floor, her dress up around her waist and her legs akimbo as the handsome young man knelt between her thighs and shafted her.
The evening was never meant to end like this, at its onset, if she had been told that tonight she would cheat on her husband and have sex with someone more than half her age she would have laughed and said that the notion was ridiculous.
As his thick cock filled her passage again, she grasped his buttocks and pulled his groin tighter against her cunt, rubbing her clitoris against his pubic bone. Right up until the point where he had penetrated her, she'd had every chance to stop what they were now doing. She could have told him 'No,' that she was older than he was, that she was married, that all of this was so wrong and a big mistake.
Instead, she had allowed a situation to develop. She had played a game for fun, without considering the consequences of her actions. She had danced with him on many occasions that evening, dragging him onto the dancefloor as her husband refused to leave the bar and she ended up as the consolation prize to his next pint.
The faster pop dances were fine, but the more she drank the less inclined she was to return to her seat when the slower "smoochy" records came on. At first, he had been reluctant to dance with her, their bodies pressed tightly together. But just like her, the more he drank, the less inhibited he became.
As they moved slowly across the floor, she had become aware of something pushing against her belly. Something that felt solid and twitched occasionally as they involuntarily rubbed against each other and in time with the music. At first, she had been aghast as she realised what it was, there was no mistaking her dance partners erection. She put it from her mind until the music finished and she returned to her seat, the young man heading for the bar to replenish their drinks once more.
Maggie had called her sister Carole over, whispering in her ear as together they sniggered like two naughty schoolgirls. As he returned with their drinks, Carole had dragged him onto the dancefloor, giving him no chance to protest. She kept him there long enough for another slow piece of music, pushing her body against his as she danced provocatively, Maggie unable to hide the smirk as she watched her sisters face.
At every opportunity, the two women continued to drag the younger man up to dance. The more Maggie looked at her husband, propping up the bar with her sister's husband, the more sluttish she became. She and Carole whispered and laughed confidentially, as taking it in turns, they commandeered him for the rest of the evening, gyrating suggestively and using each occasion to press themselves against his nether regions.
Caroline had been quick to mention that she had felt the same thing down below, suggesting that the young man seemed to have a truncheon secreted down his pants as she smiled slyly and that he seemed less wary of pressing it against her, the more alcohol he consumed.
Through the smoky haze, Maggie watched her sister swivel her hips once more before taking the young man's hand as the music finished and disappearing through the door that led further into the club and towards the toilets.
They seemed to be a while, Maggie about to head in the same direction with a full bladder when at last, they finally returned. They both looked a little unsteady on their feet, but it was the flushed look of her sisters face that Maggie noted more than anything else as he headed for the bar and Carole made a beeline for her table.
'Fucking Hell,' Carole said, she seemed excited and a little out of breath. 'I kissed him as a joke.' She paused as though unsure whether she should finish her comment. 'He touched me up,' she blurted. 'I don't know what's in his pants, but I'd love to find out.'
'You let him?' Maggie sat opened mouthed as her sister nodded. 'Surely she was kidding,' she thought. He was young, half her sister's age and she had kissed him and let him touch her? But what astonished Maggie and what she couldn't get her head around, was the fact that the young man, Alex, was her sister's nephew and Maggie's son.
Their behaviour that evening had started as a bit of fun. Once they were both aware of his predicament, teasing him had just been a joke. Despite the obviousness that they both seemed to be arousing him, nothing was ever supposed to happen. Never, had she thought, that Carole would actually take things further and do something like that?
Their conversation ended abruptly as Alex returned with more drinks before heading off to the loo. Maggie knew her sisters look, having seen it many times in the past. If Carole's husband had not been stood at the bar, or if she had been single, she would have been inviting Alex back to her house tonight and she would have let him fuck her.
It came as a shock to her system to realise that her sister would be prepared to go to bed with her nephew. The realisation seemed to sober Maggie, especially when she had to acknowledge that she had enjoyed teasing him and that her body had responded each time she danced with him and had felt his erection push against her.
She knew her panties were damp, the result of feeling his shaft pushing against her belly and mound and making her feel randy. She glanced across at her husband again, knowing he was going to be of no use to her tonight.
Alex had returned with more drinks which were quickly consumed as she wrestled with her conscience and what her sister had told her. Despite her misgivings and well on the way to being pissed, she had dragged him up again at the end of the evening as the DJ played more "smoochy" records. With the amount of alcohol in her system, she had been unable to help herself as she enjoyed the feel of his erection once more. She ground her pelvis against it, ecstatic at the sensations coursing through her body. Tilting her head back, she looked into his eyes, the desire within them obvious.
It was her sister's fault, if she had not said anything, then Maggie would not be having her present thoughts. Her son was a handsome young man and if it hadn't been for the fact that he had come from her body, she could quite easily have fancied him. The drinks coupled with her arousal filled her mind with thoughts of a dangerous nature. She closed her eyes as they moved around the floor and suddenly imagined his shaft sliding up inside her fanny as he fucked her, his hands massaging her breasts. The vision was so intense that her eyes shot open immediately, aware of the tiny shiver her body had just given and the fact that she had just partially climaxed.
Words in the taxi on their way home had been strained between Maggie and her husband and as they entered their home, she had watched him stagger up the stairs towards their bedroom. She was ready for bed, but it was not sleeping that presently occupied her thoughts.
What she should have done was follow her husband up the stairs and at the very least, slept in the spare room that night. Instead, and despite all she had drunk, she stayed downstairs with Alex and opened a bottle of wine before putting on some quiet music. After only half a glass, she had dragged him to his feet, pleading with him to dance with her once more.
Despite all the warning signs, she allowed herself to be held tightly, her nether regions registering the fact of her son's burgeoning erection as their lower halves pushed together. She had raised her head from his shoulder, knowing that she needed to say something, when he had kissed her.
Maggie should have pushed him away. She should have told him how wrong his actions were and then scolded him, telling him his behaviour was inappropriate. She should have told him she was his mother and that it wasn't allowed. Surprisingly, she did none of those things, instead, after his first exploratory kiss, she cupped his face and kissed him back, her body feeling instantly aroused.
When Alex's hand moved from her waist and cupped her left tit, she should have slapped it away and put a distance between them. She couldn't help herself as she groaned pleasurably and placed her hand on top of his as she helped him squeeze her breast.
The longer the kiss went on the more intense Maggie's arousal became. No longer were they moving around the floor, they were static now, her hips grinding her fanny against his erection as more gasps and sighs escaped her lips. Her morality had gone out the window, she wanted fucking and even though the person she was about to perform the act with was her son, she conveniently tried to forget as her hand went between them and rubbed sensually at his bulge.
She couldn't recollect how they had ended up on the floor and had only vague memories of removing her tights and panties as Alex pushed his pants and shorts to his ankles. The image that was stuck in her head presently was her first sight of his erect member. It had been many years since she had last seen his penis, she had to think back to when he was a child.
He was certainly a child no longer, at twenty, he was a young man, a young man who she could attest, was certainly well endowed. As he knelt between her thighs, she raised her bottom, pulling her dress up to her waist and exposing her genitals to him.
There was no need for foreplay, she was already hot and wet as she watched his cock approach her and then she let out quite a loud gasp as he sunk his flesh into hers.
With each measured thrust, her vaginal muscles contracted, trying to grip his shaft as it slid the length of her passage. She raised her head, looking the length of her body as he withdrew, paused, and then thrust it up her cunt once more as she resisted the urge to scream.
'Holy shit!' How had she allowed this to happen she wondered for a fleeting moment, before pushing the thought away as his impetus increased. She raised her hips with each penetration, luxuriating in the sensations of her son's cock pounding her wet cunt.
Pulling his head down, she clamped her mouth against his, it was the only way she could think of to stop her calling out as his shaft continued to fuck her fanny.
'Please God, forgive me,' she prayed 'But his cock feels so fucking huge and so fucking good,' she finished silently, aware that her climax was swiftly approaching.
Maggie's fingers went between her legs as she rubbed frantically at her clit, Alex watching her with a gleam in his eye as he began to fuck her faster and faster. She strained every muscle in her body as she stared at him with unseeing eyes and then her body exploded, her orgasm making her soar as she threw her head back and howled as his hot semen filled her cunt.
Afterwards, she was wracked with guilt. 'What had she done?' She instantly felt ashamed as she pulled her dress down and covered herself. Alex had pulled his pants up, making himself decent as they sat side by side on the couch.
The room was silent as they both waited for the other to speak, Maggie unsure as to what she should say. She started to apologise, 'I'm sorry Alex, we shouldn't have done that, I'm to...'
His single word interruption stopped her in her tracks. 'Why?'
'Surely, it was obvious,' she thought to herself. 'I'm your mother!' She voiced.
Again, his one-word answer seemed to interrupt her thoughts. 'So?'
'Surely you can't think it's right that we have just had sex?' She asked, amazed at his reaction to what they had done. 'I'm not supposed to have sex with you, you're my son!' She exclaimed.
'Did you not enjoy it?' He asked as he turned his head in her direction. 'I thought I satisfied you and you seemed to enjoy it' he said dejectedly.
'Fuck! What did she say now?' Did she lie and say that she had not enjoyed their coupling, he would have to be brain-dead to believe that? On the other hand, to admit that she had enjoyed every second of their lovemaking seemed wrong. Despite feeling horrified at her behaviour, something buried deep inside her wanted it to happen again.
'I don't know Alex. Yes, it was good, and you did satisfy me. It just feels so wrong. I don't think it should ever happen again,' Maggie said with her mind in a whirl. 'What do you think?' She asked.
He seemed to take several minutes as though he was trying to pluck up the courage to say what was on his mind. 'I think you should go upstairs and get undressed. I want you to put a robe on and then come back downstairs and I want to make love to you again,' he said defiantly.
Maggie was aghast at his suggestion. Here she was, trying to apologise and saying it should never happen again and there he was, suggesting that she should get naked so that they could have sex once more. Before she could come up with any kind of argument against his proposal, he had closed the distance between them as he cupped her face and kissed her.
It felt different this time, initially, she had been drunk and randy, their previous act had sobered her up and her body had now been satisfied. Nevertheless, his soft kiss and especially as the tip of his tongue traced a line across her lower lip, instantly re-awakened a buzz between her thighs.
Pulling away, she said she was going upstairs, she had never actually promised that she would be returning. Alex followed her up, going into his bedroom to undress as she made her way to her room. Up until that point she had decided, in reality, she wasn't going to return downstairs, hoping a good night's sleep and daylight would put everything into perspective and make her son realise that it was wrong to continue.
It only took one look at her husband sprawled across the bed and snoring like a pig to change her mind. She undressed as quietly as she could, but in his current state, she could have dropped a bomb and Mikey would still not have woken up.
Closing the bedroom door behind her, she made her way to the bathroom and cleaned her teeth, taking a moment as she stood in front of the full-length mirror and opened her gown. At forty-two, she wasn't bad, though not good enough she thought to warrant the attention of someone a lot younger than she was. Her breasts had never been large, as a teenager she had wished that they would grow more and was jealous of her sister who's boobs seemed enormous.
Now she was glad they hadn't, her breasts were still pert, with no discernible sign of any sagging. Turning sideways, she sucked her stomach in. It had been a long time since it had been flat, her slightly rounded baby belly seemed to get a little more pronounced every year now.
Closing her gown, she shivered, not because she was cold, but because she was petrified, her son was going to snigger when he saw her naked.
Making her way downstairs, she found Alex sitting patiently on the couch waiting for her. She wanted to put the lights out but knew that he intended to see her naked. As a compromise, she turned the main lights off and turned on the dim sidelights.
She stood in front of him feeling anxious, scared that he would suddenly realise that undressed, she wasn't quite as attractive as he had maybe imagined. Maggie soon found that she had no reason to worry as he pushed his pyjama bottoms to the floor and sat back waiting for her to sit astride his lap. Her eyes were fixated on his shaft which sprung upwards now that there was nothing to constrain it.
Straddling his hips caused her robe to fall open from her waist downwards, her legs, thighs and especially her fanny on full view. She watched as he glanced down for a second before licking his lips and raising his head to look at her.
Emboldened by his first response, she leaned forward as her lips met his. He was a perfect kisser she remembered thinking as their initial embrace became more torrid, their mouths twisting constantly as her arousal began to kick in and she started to breathe faster. As they broke for air, he opened her robe wide and gazed at her body, his eyes riveted to her breasts before he sat upright and took her right nipple into his mouth.
Maggie could have screamed as she held his head against her breast, a sudden recollection of him doing this as a baby was pushed aside as his hand came up to cup her other breast and twist and tease her nipple. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes, wallowing in the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as her son's mouth went from one nipple to the other and then back again.
She loved her tits being played with, they were small enough to enable him to get her nipple, areola and part of her breast into his mouth at once as he sucked vigorously on them. Maggie had become so involved in his fondling and caressing of her tits that she hadn't realised that inch by inch she had slid forward until her fanny came into contact with his throbbing shaft.
Pushing herself back, she glanced down as she grasped his cock, pushing the skin downwards as she teased its bulbous head with her other fingers, spreading his pre-cum over and around as his knob shone and became slick.
Impulsively, she slid from his lap, discarded her robe and sank to her knee's as she opened his legs and took hold of his cock once more. She was mesmerised by its size, feeling it throb in her hand as she stroked him. Shuffling towards him a little more, she bent forward and opening her mouth, slid her lips over the head of his swollen member.
Maggie heard him groan as he slumped back on the couch his hips rising every few seconds as she ran her tongue over and under his helmet, her hand sliding up and down his shaft as she tossed him off. She had taken his cock as far down her throat as she could without gagging, his precum and her saliva making the length of meat slippery.
Getting to her feet, she had been about to return to his lap and hopefully have his cock penetrate her. But her son had stood at the same time as he instructed her to change places with him. She sat down as he knelt and opened her legs wide before shuffling between her open thighs.
Maggie felt his hot breath on her fanny seconds before his tongue ran the length of her slit. Automatically, her hips bucked as that first contact sent pleasure signals to her brain. She felt his tongue and lips as he kissed and licked her genitals, thighs and groin and then his fingers were spreading her lips and gaping her cunt as his tongue penetrated her.
She'd had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop the cries that were trying to escape as her son devoured her cunt. 'Oh, my fucking God,' she thought as she pressed her genitals against his mouth, the urge to climax rising swiftly. She had no idea where her son had learned his technique, she just knew that she couldn't last much longer with his constant attention.
And then suddenly she was swearing, 'Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.' She threw herself back against the couch, her body straining as his mouth and tongue alighted on her clitoris. Her orgasm wouldn't stop, she knew she was leaking juices everywhere and still the sensations continued as he sucked and nipped at her tiny bud.
Finally, she'd had to push his face away from her fanny, her body so sensitive that it would not stop convulsing. She needed to rest for a moment and let the sensations subside before they overcame her. With her eyes closed, she sensed that Alex had moved, feeling him return between her thighs seconds later as something softly rubbed against her cunt.She had not been ready, unable to stifle the roar that resounded around the lounge as suddenly her expanding cunt was full of his shaft, the air whooshing from her lungs as he penetrated her passage.
Ever so slowly at first, he had fucked her gently, allowing her fanny the opportunity to get used to expanding and contracting as his cock was pushed into her. Maggie pulled him forward, offering him her tits and nipples to be kissed and licked as his cock continued to shag her.
Her body was alive, everywhere he touched seemed to send more pleasure signals to her brain which was becoming overloaded as his shaft touched every nerve ending inside her vagina. She wanted to cry out and scream, conscious of her husband in the bedroom above and scared that they may wake him. The last thing she needed was for him to come investigating. Quickly, Alex's hips gained momentum, his cock now thudding into her cunt, squelching noises sounding with each thrust.
Maggie was unable to stop her climax when it came, her son's cock being thrust into her at what felt like a phenomenal rate as his hands abused her breasts. She completely forgot to try and stay quiet as she screamed her release, juices flooding from her cunt as she felt his shaft jerking inside her passage, and he filled her with his semen once more.
At that moment, her husband could have walked in, in fact, the whole bloody street could have walked in and Maggie would not have bothered, so focused was she as her orgasm controlled her body and his cock continued to fuck her.
Her eyes were closed, and she felt exhausted, her first inclination was to drift off to sleep. But slowly as her body and mind returned to reality, she opened her eyes, gazing at her son who despite breathing heavily, managed to smile at her.
There were words she wanted to say to him, but she stopped herself. They were not words or sentences that she could say to her son to describe how he had just made her feel. She couldn't tell him properly how much she had enjoyed it, how much better he had performed than his father or how she wanted him to fuck her again and again. She had to suffice with a lame 'Thank you, I really enjoyed that.' Hoping that her face told him exactly how he had made her feel and how much she wanted him.
Alex had gone up to his bed, Maggie staying downstairs a little longer as she opened the window and tided around, the room having smelt of sex. The spare room beckoned as she was not inclined that night to share a bed with her husband.
Maggie and Carole had married within a couple of years of each other, both of them looking forward to what the future held. But after twenty-two years of marriage, she felt that something was missing. There was no romance anymore, no excitement or thrills as they did the same things week in and week out.
She had a good job which she enjoyed, but at home, she had become no more than a skivvy. Mikey and Bruce, Carole's husband, had been mates long before either of the sisters had met them. The first few years of their marriage had been perfect and especially when she got pregnant, but nowadays it was as though the two men still thought they were in their twenties.
Their only interests were football, fishing and the pub, with the pub taking up most of every evening and weekend. Maggie knew that Carole wasn't happy either and Maggie had begun to wonder if she still loved Mikey anymore. Tonight, had brought those feelings to the fore, her son had given her the things that she most wished for.
Their liaison had been exciting and thrilling and it had felt wonderful to be wanted to that extent by someone again. The fact that the sex had been fantastic wasn't helping matters. What she did know was that she wanted to recreate that feeling, the only problem was, it meant having sex with her son again.
Maggie had a couple of lieu days to take and so Monday morning with her husband at work and Alex at college, she had the house to herself. She had said nothing to Alex on Sunday and thankfully he had made no mention of what had taken place between them. She knew he was considering something because he would get the same look on his face that her sister did.
Presently, she didn't know how to approach him or whether he was even considering having sex with her again. Maggie was bursting to tell someone, perhaps by talking about it, she would come to her senses and the most obvious person to speak to would be her sister.
Over the years they told each other everything and if there was anyone who could tell her she was being stupid and that she shouldn't even be considering the notion, it was Carole.
A phone call later and Carole was pulling up outside just as the kettle finished boiling. Sat around the kitchen table, brews in hand, Carole instinctively knew that something was troubling her sister. She wondered if it was anything to do with Saturday evening, still not having forgotten her dalliance with young Alex. She would have liked to have had sex with him but was sure Maggie would have something to say about her sister having intercourse with her son.
Carole had a mouthful of tea when Maggie just came out with it, followed by a short break while the mess was mopped up and the table wiped down.
'You and Alex had sex on Saturday night!' Carole said incredulously, staring at her sister and suddenly wanting to ask a million questions. How had it happened? Why had it happened? But most importantly, what had it been like?
Maggie described everything that had taken place, Carole sitting enraptured as her sister recounted her escapade with Alex. 'Tell me it was wrong. Tell me it should never happen again,' she said to Carole, expecting her sister to be horrified.
'You lucky bitch!' Carole said with a grin.
Maggie was taken aback; her sister's attitude was not what she had expected. Carole and Bruce had never had children, they had tried but then found out that Carole was not able to conceive. 'Even if she had,' Maggie wondered, 'Surely she would never have considered having sex with one of her children.'
'What would you have done Carole. What would you do now?' Maggie asked.
She hadn't expected the answer she got, Carole was laughing and had that gleam in her eye. 'I would have had him undressed before he even got through the door that night. Son or not, he's cute and I would already be working out how I could bed him again if he's that good.'
Maggie sat open-mouthed as her sister continued, 'At the end of the day, it's sex. Does it really matter if it's your son, so long as it's good sex? It's not a relationship, you're not going to marry him, just enjoy it. You wouldn't mind if I have a go at him, would you?' She asked, looking slightly sheepish.
They spent the rest of that morning huddled together, Carole frequently wanting to hear what they had done, described once more. Maggie knew that her sister's marriage wasn't ideal but had no inkling that Carole was even considering leaving her husband. 'Perhaps this is what I need,' she had said, 'A nice young man to fuck me regularly. It might just save my marriage.'
Maggie waited nervously for her son to get home from college. She would only have a short period before her husband arrived home from work and would expect his meal to be ready.
When Alex came in, she asked him to join her in the lounge, 'I need to speak to you.'
He sat close to her, which made her feel even more nervous. 'About the weekend,' she began, 'And what happened...'
Alex interrupted her, 'Are you suddenly having second thoughts?' He asked seriously.
His face broke into a smile and then very nearly a grin as Maggie shook her head.
'I'm not going to lie to you, Alex. That was the best sex I have had in quite a while and I would love for us to do that again if you want to?' She couldn't help but laugh as his head nodded vigorously.
'You do realise that we are going to have to be very careful, your father must never get an inkling of something like that. I don't know what he would do. Probably have us both locked up.'
She was actually quite surprised with Alex's next comment. 'I'm sorry mum, but I don't know how you put up with him. I know he's my dad and I do love him but isn't it about time that he started acting like one and helping you more.'
Maggie felt sad that her son was feeling like that. The problem she realised, was that Alex wasn't a child anymore. He was a young man who had begun to notice the strain in his parent's relationship.
'There is one other thing, and then I'd better get tea on. Your Aunt Carole asked when she will get her turn?' Maggie had gone red in the face as she said it, wondering if it sounded like she was procuring her son for other women.
Alex was laughing fit to burst. 'I take it she told you what happened on Saturday evening?' Maggie nodded her head embarrassingly. 'Has anyone told you that your sister is a wanton woman,' he said as he continued to laugh before finally getting himself under control.
'It's up to you, mum. If you say no, then that's the answer.'
Maggie thought for a moment. 'It's not my place to tell you who you can and can't see. Again, all I will say, is that you will have to be very careful.'
Alex gave her a sly smile, 'In that case, tell her she will need to seduce me.' He said bursting into laughter once more and then finally closing the gap between them as he kissed her.
After tea and after her husband had disappeared to the pub with Bruce, something that happened every evening, she spent an hour on the phone with her sister. She told Carole what Alex had said, her sister sounding excited at the prospect and immediately running ideas past her and telling Maggie what she wanted to do to her son which left her feeling flushed and a little aroused.
After the call she had gone up to Alex's bedroom, finding him doing some college work. 'Your Aunt Carole says beware, she is hunting you now.' They both laughed, knowing exactly how Carole could behave when she got that head on her.
Pushing his books to one side, he patted the mattress next to him, inviting Maggie to sit down. She hadn't expected anything to happen so quickly, so was a little taken aback as he turned and kissed her before pulling her down onto the bed.
The kiss was all it had taken for Maggie to start feeling all unnecessary. The moment his hand had gone under her top, pushed her bra upwards and then started fondling her breasts, she knew she wanted sex.
Glancing at his bedside clock, she calculated that they had just enough time. 'Get undressed,' she told him as she began to strip off. She was just pushing her knickers down as he bounced onto the middle of the bed, his cock pointing skyward as he waited for her.
Straddling his hips, she rubbed her vagina back and forth along the length of his shaft as he played with her tits, fondling and squeezing her small boobs before twisting and teasing her nipples. Maggie wasn't remotely interested in foreplay, her body just wanting to be shagged.
Raising herself to a squatting position, she grabbed his erection, pulled it upright and lowered herself onto it as she gasped out loudly, his cock forcing her passage to expand. Leaning backwards on outstretched arms, she raised and lowered her bottom as her son's cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Despite the lack of time, Maggie had wanted to make it last, but Alex had propped himself up and leaning forward slightly, softly began rubbing at her clitoris. 'Oh fuck,' she thought as she started to move faster, there was no way she was going to last, her climax already swiftly approaching.
Hoping to prolong their intercourse, she sat upright, grinding her fanny against his pubic bone, his cock twitching rapidly inside her quim. Leaning forward, she dangled her breasts over his face, laughing as his head continually popped up, his mouth and tongue teasing her nipples.
Suddenly, as she raised herself, Alex had grabbed her buttocks, stopping her in mid-air and refusing to let her lower herself. Raising his knees, he began slamming his cock into her cunt, his upward thrusts raising her each time his cock filled her passage.
Other than try and support herself, Maggie could do nothing but wail and cry as she peaked and began to orgasm, juices dripping from her cunt onto his groin. She was swearing at nothing and no-one particularly, her body buzzing with her climax, and then the sensations increased further as she felt him erupt and fill her, his shaft pummelling her passage.
Afterwards, wrapped in his arms, she felt contented enough to have stayed with him for the rest of the night. But finally, she had to move, she had to go and shower and rid herself of the smell and residue of sex before her husband returned home.
Maggie had loved every part of their intimacy. It was what she had been missing for a while now. It had been thrilling and daring, that risk of getting caught. It had been spontaneous, both of them allowing their base instincts full range. She knew that it would be nigh on impossible for them to spend a complete night together, but that was all part of the excitement.
For the next four months, Alex had delighted her with his willingness to participate whenever a chance arose. In that time Maggie and her son had managed to fuck in most of the rooms in the house. It was his daring that excited her, even though she had on a couple of occasions had to remonstrate with him. He was becoming too bold and complacent, touching and fondling her while his father was in the house.
During that period, even though she was still sleeping with Mikey every night, they had only had intercourse on three occasions. She was getting more than enough sex nowadays and the thought of her husband touching her was becoming intolerable.
Sat alone one evening, her husband in his usual haunt and Alex out with friends, she was thinking back over that last four months. She had to smile, remembering how it hadn't taken her sister long before making a play for her son.
She and Maggie had spoken about it so it should come as no surprise Carole thought as she studied herself in the mirror. She only worked part-time, Bruce her husband, having a well-paid job. It gave her plenty of free time during the week and as last weekend was Easter, Alex was still on his break.
With Bruce, Mikey and her sister Maggie all back at work, she had invited Alex around for some lunch and a few drinks. She had taken great pains that morning, showering, doing her hair and applying her makeup. She had been out and purchased new underwear, the bra forcing her tits upwards and emphasising her cleavage while the tiny panties just about managed to cover her pussy.
She had used her epilator to remove everything, her mound and genitals now as bare as a baby's bottom. She had picked a skirt from her wardrobe that was shorter and tighter than she would normally wear as she turned her back to the mirror and admired the way it showed off her buttocks and thighs each time she moved. Beneath her skirt was those tiny panties and hold-up stockings.
Taking a blue satin shirt off its hanger, she fastened all the buttons except the top two, leaving them undone and giving anyone who cared to look, an ample view of her bosom. The shirt fit snugly, very snugly, every movement making it gape slightly between each lot of buttons and giving views of her bra and flesh.
'If he wants to be seduced, then seducing is what he is going to get,' she thought as she dabbed on her perfume. She had told him to arrive at about eleven o'clock, that way they could have a few drinks before lunch.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside caught her attention as looking through the window, she watched as her nephew paid for his cab. Living on the opposite side of town to her sister it was a considerable walk to her home and Alex was still learning to drive. She opened the door as he approached, kissing his cheek as she invited him in.
He was dressed casually albeit smartly and she could feel his eyes appraising her bottom and legs as he followed her through to the lounge. Carole poured two glasses of wine, taking them out into the garden as the day was reasonably warm and knowing that Alex's eyes were glued to each movement she made.
She had arranged the table and chairs outdoors so that she could sit opposite him, keeping her legs together at first, she gradually gave him glimpses up her skirt. She knew from the bulge he was presently trying to hide, that he was interested, the views of stocking tops, thighs and panties kept his attention.
Carole had been speaking, aware that he wasn't paying attention as she watched his eyes roving over her body. 'Would you like a picture?' she asked him.
He seemed confident as he answered her, the slightest hint of a smile playing across his lips. If she was going to seduce him, he was going to make her work for it. 'Depends on how much or how little you are wearing,' he responded.
From their encounter at her birthday party, Alex had already decided that she was a very attractive woman and after that night had wondered if it would be possible to get her into bed.
When his mother had relayed Carole's message, he knew it would only be time before he got to fuck her. She and his mother had very similar looks being sisters and while his mother still had a good body, Carole's figure was alluring, especially with her bigger bust.
'How would you like me?' Carole asked, aware that her question could have an alternative meaning.
With his phone in hand, she had posed for him, turning this way and that as she pouted and looked coyly towards him, displaying her assets brazenly. He waited patiently as she unfastened half of the buttons of her shirt, opening it more so that he could capture pictures of her bra and bosom.
At one stage around the garden, she lay on the lawn, hitching her skirt higher so that as he photographed her, he could see stockings, thighs and panties. As he helped her to her feet, she kept hold of him longer than appropriate, pushing her boobs into his chest as she stood close.
After finishing another glass of wine and letting him ogle her some more, she told him she was going to prepare lunch. Stood at the worktop, she hadn't realised that he had come indoors until she felt him stood directly behind her, something hard pushing against her bottom. Breathing faster, Carole pretended to ignore him, his hand coming around her front as he ran them up and down her inner and outer thighs.
Carole had intended to keep him waiting, but as his hand moved upwards over her body, cupping and fondling her breasts through her shirt and bra, she knew she wanted fucking. Even more so as his hand slid inside her partially unfastened shirt and then inside her bra as he cupped her bare breast and tweaked her nipple.
She was finding it hard to control herself, her bosom rising and falling swiftly as he continued to tease her and push his erection against her bottom. She tried to get her own back as she moved her hips from side to side, rubbing her buttocks against the prominent bulge that she could feel.
And then she felt her skirt inching up her legs. She waited in anticipation as it moved higher and higher and then nearly wet herself as she felt his hand touch the bare flesh of her inner thigh, inches from her fanny.
When his hand slid inside her panties and his fingers swarmed over her vagina, she did wet herself, her legs shaking as she cried and moaned, her first minor climax making her pant.
For all of their best intentions, Carole found herself leaning against the worktop, her shirt flapped openly, and her tits hung down having been extracted from their cups. Her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were around her ankles as Alex's cock slid between her thighs and up into her cunt from behind.They must have looked a comical sight Carole suddenly thought, but she couldn't care less as her nephew shagged her. Her sister was correct, he did feel big as he moved back and forth, her passage expanding with each thrust and making her gasp and shiver each time. It wasn't exactly what she had planned, but that could come later. At the moment her approaching climax was all that mattered as his shaft continued to plough her.
Thankfully, there was no one else there to witness what was happening, Carole making no effort to be quiet as her orgasm shook her and Alex continued pounding his cock into her cunt until she felt him burst and add his cum to mingle with her juices in her now sloppy passage. In a way, she silently prayed her husband would walk in, it wouldn't be pretty, but would give her the excuse she was looking for.
With them both being satisfied for the moment, Carole made herself look decent as they sat down for a spot of lunch. She'd had to wipe her pussy several times with some tissue, having got so wet. Her panties had been slipped into a drawer, leaving her sat at the table knicker-less.
Their meal was interrupted as she heard the sound of a key in the door, beginning to instantly panic because her husband should not be home for another four hours. She heaved a huge sigh of relief as she heard the voice, 'Hi Carole, it's only me. I just popped home to pick some things up. I presume Alex is here.' Maggie came into the dining room and looked at the startled faces on both of them.
She had to laugh, both her sister and son looked as guilty as sin. 'You know, if you're going to do it here, then you have to take better precautions. Bruce would ask why you are dressed-up Carole. At the very least, stop looking guilty.' Maggie asked her son to pick up a few items when he had a chance, 'Better still, go home now,' she said looking serious, 'And take my sister with you,' she continued, breaking into a grin.
Maggie knew what they had been up to and the probability that they would end up in bed that afternoon. She was not concerned although she did feel a little jealous. But overall, she had nothing to complain about, presently getting fucked by Alex at any opportunity.
Carole and Alex sat silently for a few moments as their hearts slowed and they breathed a little easier. Their appetites had suddenly disappeared as they both realised how close they had come and how, if it had been Carole's husband, the consequences could have been very different.
'I'll tidy stuff away.' Alex told her, 'You go and get change and then we'll head for my house. Carole was halfway up the stairs when he called to her, 'Oh, and don't forget, no bra or knickers. You won't need them.' She couldn't help but giggle as she knew exactly what he had in mind.
Arriving at her sister's home, she parked her car around the corner, at least it would not be immediately obvious that she was here. As Alex closed the front door behind him, he took her by surprise as he scooped her up and carried her towards his bedroom before setting her down.
She had changed into a light-weight cardigan and one of her normal skirts. The stockings had gone, along with her underwear and she felt quite whorish, knowing she was naked beneath her outer clothing.
Alex had kissed her and then slowly unbuttoned her cardigan as he exposed her breasts. He left her for a second as he went to his bedside drawers and took something out. Returning to her, he ordered her to hold out her hands. Quickly he bound her wrists together with the old school tie, not tightly, but enough to bind her as he pushed her onto the bed and secured the other end to his bedhead so that her arms were stretched above her head.
Carole watched keenly as he undressed, his cock already hard and springing forth as he thought of what he had in mind to do to her. She watched as he disappeared from his room for a moment, wondering what he was up to. He returned swiftly, holding towels in one hand and something behind his back as he approached the bed. Placing whatever it was on the floor, he tucked the towels under her bottom before joining her on the bed, kissing and caressing her large knockers. The effect of having her arms bound above her head stretched and flattened them slightly but seemed to make her erect nipples seem larger.
'Oh yes, that's so good Alex,' she purred as he took each of her nipples between his lips, his tongue teasing and licking before nipping each one between his teeth.
Sliding down the bed he raised her skirt, staring at her fanny and her open lips which displayed her pink moist interior. Carole felt powerless and vulnerable, but at the same time, she was sexually excited and stimulated as she waited for him to touch her.
Reaching beneath her hips, he slid her skirt around, undid the button and zip and then pulled it down her legs and tossed it to one side. Spreading her legs, he lay between her thighs, gently blowing on her fanny as she strained against her bonds, trying to get her vagina nearer his mouth.
Carole felt him reach over the side of the bed and then heard a buzzing noise, seconds before he placed the vibrator against her cunt.
Her hips involuntarily lifted from the bed as the buzzing head was placed against her genitals, the vibration flowing over her labia and into her pussy. She twisted her body this way and that, but Alex moved the toy with her and bound as she was, there was no escaping that constant arousal.
Carole couldn't get away from the persistent stimulation of her vagina, she was so aroused that she was leaking everywhere, her fanny awash with her juices as she tried to get away from the toy that was bringing her closer to her climax.
The vibrator moved away, Carole panting and thankful for the moment's respite. But before she could even take a proper breath, she felt his fingers spread her cunt and then extract her clit. Seconds later, the toy was back, this time applied to her sensitive bud as she screamed.
'Oh shit!' The muscles of her thighs and stomach would not stop convulsing as the vibrating head rubbed gently against her clitoris. She begged and pleaded with him, turning the air blue as she started to climax, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Such was the intensity of her orgasm that she lost control of her bladder as she pissed herself, juices and urine wetting the towels. She tried to get loose, but she was well bound, her body thrashing about the bed and her orgasm refusing to end as she cried and wailed. She was so overcome that at one point, she even used the dreaded "L" word, sure that she would wither and die if she could not have him whenever she wanted.
And then, at last, she was floating, and the vibrations had stopped. She laid still, too exhausted to even try and open her eyes. Carole felt Alex reach above her and suddenly her hands were free. She wanted him to hold her, to let her sleep and to be there when she awoke. But he hadn't finished with her yet.
Her eyes shot open as her cunt expanded to accommodate his shaft. She remembered screaming as he fucked her, his hands twisting her tits this way and that as his groin and shaft slammed into her cunt. As much as she thought that there was nothing left in her, her body responded once more as her arousal quickly escalated and then she was arching her back, forgetting to breathe as her face went red and she strained every muscle, orgasming once more as her nephew filled her well-abused cunt with his seed.
When she came too, he had removed the towels and there were covers over her. His arms cradled her as her head rested on his chest and heard his heartbeat finally slow.
What Carole wanted to say to him, she knew would open a can of worms. She wanted to stay with him, she wanted him to be hers. No one had made her feel like that, not even her husband, how did she go back to her marriage knowing that Bruce didn't begin to compare to how her sister's son had just fucked her.
Carole had no option later, other than to get dressed and head for home, even though she didn't want to.
As the months passed and summer approached, both Maggie and Carole could not complain of the amount and types of sex they were getting. The trouble was, rather than alleviating their disillusionment with their marriages, it seemed to acerbate the situation. Both Mikey and Bruce had voiced their accusations, convinced their wives were playing away, they must be getting sex somewhere because no one was getting any at home.
Row's and arguments ensued as insults were traded. Alex happily servicing both women whenever an opportunity arose as both couples grew further apart, and he distanced himself from the advancing storm. Carole was the first one to bite the bullet as she told her husband one evening that she was leaving him. She had already spoken to Maggie who had said that she could use their spare room for the moment.
She moved in a week later, Mikey not happy with the situation and shouting the odds. Instead of staying quiet and keeping his head down, he decided that he was the man of the house and put his foot down, telling Maggie that her sister had to go back to Bruce. That was his biggest mistake as he was told that as he wasn't happy with the situation, he could move out and go and live with his mate.
And so, by July, one house saw Bruce and Mikey holed up together, convinced that their wives would eventually see sense and beg them to return. While at the other house, Maggie and Carole shared their beds on alternate nights with Alex as they got shagged more now than they had done when they had first got married.
That summer became a time of change for some of them because of the new arrangements. Maggie's life sort of carried on as it had done before, her job taking her out of the house each day. Alex had passed his driving test and was looking for a runabout with his limited finances, something just to get him back and forward to college and around town.
The biggest change was for Carole. For years she had just worked a couple of days a week, the main income being earned by her husband. She had a bit of a nest-egg tucked away and she had her own vehicle, but it was wrong for her to rely on her sister's earnings and so she had been exploring avenues of full-time employment.
Carole was excited one evening as she told Maggie how she had gone to put her notice in and the company she worked for had told her that is she could wait another month or so, full-time hours would become available.
'Let's book a holiday,' Carole suggested, 'Nothing too expensive, we can see if we can get one of those last-minute deals.'
Maggie was all for the idea, confirming that she would check with her employers to see if she could get time off. She came back the next day with an affirmative answer and that weekend, she and her sister went searching for a bargain. They all came together that evening with news, Alex was the proud owner of a second, third or maybe even fourth-hand car and the two sisters had found a holiday.
They would fly out the following Friday for a week abroad in a villa which they had managed to get at a substantial discount.
They were all delighted when they arrived, the villa was far better than some of the pictures had displayed. It sat on the edge of a small town which gave then a reasonable amount of privacy but close enough that they could pop down to the shops and as an added feature, had its own small pool.
It hadn't taken them long to settle in, a trip into town having got supplies for the next few days as they returned to the villa, both Maggie and Carole changing into bikinis.
They both noticed Alex's immediate interest, his eyes sparkling mischievously as they both appeared from the villa. Maggie's was a light blue while Carole had gone for a pale yellow one, both of the sisters presently looking pale with their white skin. A few days in the sun would change that as they settled down.
Maggie found that she was the first one that he propositioned as they splashed together in the pool. Cheekily, his hand had dipped beneath the water as he pinched and patted her buttocks. She had spun around to splash water at him only to find that his hand now rubbed gently at her vagina.
While Maggie was content with her sister knowing that she was having sex with her son, that was completely different than her sister watching her have sex with her son.
'Alex, behave. Carole's only just over there, she will be able to see you.' She had exclaimed in a low voice. But her son wasn't to be put off that easily, dipping below the waterline, he planted a kiss on her vagina which immediately started that tingling in her fanny as her nipples became erect.
'What are you two chunnering about?' Carole called over, watching her sister and nephew close together.
'Mum's wondering about going topless, but she's a little bit shy,' Alex called back to her. He had a look on devilment on his face as he turned back to his mother.
'Go on sis, get your tits out,' Carole called over laughing loudly as she promptly sat up, reached behind her back and unfastened her bikini top, depositing it down one side of the lounger.
Maggie had no choice now, screwing her face up at Alex as she reached behind her back and untied her top, throwing it up on the side. She did not mind in the slightest about going topless, but the removal of her top left her breasts and nipples defenceless as her son hovered closer.
Over the next twenty minutes, he had taken full advantage. As they continued to frolic in the pool, Maggie had lost count of the number of times that he had managed to caress her tits and how many kisses and tweaks her nipples had received. It was a good job they were in the pool she decided, otherwise there would be a discernible damp patch on her bikini bottoms, she was definitely hot to trot.
Maggie had unwittingly managed to get herself cornered as her son moved in, his hand slipping down the front of her bikini bottoms as he massaged her cunt. With his fingers having now found their target, she was in no position to stop him, as she opened her legs wider and felt his finger slip inside her cunt.
Although her lower half was still underwater, it was obvious what he was doing to her and made even more so as she started to groan. Maggie hung onto the sides of the pool as he raised her legs and moved between her thighs. She hadn't noticed, but at some point, he must have slipped his swim shorts down, because the next thing she noticed as he pulled her gusset to one side, was his cock pushing at her pussy lips.
'You mustn't,' she tried to say in a strangled voice as his cock slid inside her vagina.
Presently, she was past caring as his cock continued to assail her fanny. If anyone had asked her beforehand if she would ever think of having sex in front of another person, they would have met with a resounding 'No.' She glanced towards Carole who had taken off her sunglasses and was watching them intently, like it or not, it was quite erotic Maggie found to have her sister watch her getting fucked.
Getting fucked she most certainly was, all pretence had now gone as his shaft thudded into her cunt, his hands playing with her tits and nipples. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, still supporting herself by resting her elbows on the edge of the pool. No longer was she trying to restrain her voice, having given up all attempts at trying to stay quiet, she now let out shrill cries and groans as her arousal increased and her peak drew nearer.
And then she was climaxing, her body causing waves in the pool as it shook. Alex had to help support her because her arms had suddenly become useless. As her orgasm subsided, he lowered her legs, keeping hold of her and assisting her from the pool because her legs still felt like jelly.
There were two things she noticed immediately, firstly, her sister, besides disposing of the top half of her costume had also disposed of the bottom half, now brazenly lying naked on the lounger and smirking at Maggie. The second thing she noticed was Carole's lack of pubic hair and her smooth naked mound, Maggie thinking that she liked the look and may try it herself.
Carole gave Alex time to recover but continued to openly display her nudity and genitals. Alex had got out of the pool naked, his swim shorts still lying somewhere on the bottom. Maggie had felt the odd one out as the other two lay on the loungers naked and had swiftly followed suit and disposed of her bottoms.
It was easy for Carole to ascertain when Alex was ready again. His eyes continually moved over the two naked women and so it was no surprise to any of them that within a short period, his cock was pointing skyward.
She had never had the same reservations as her sister, Carole couldn't give a "Flying Fuck" is someone wanted to watch her getting shagged, so long as she was the one that was getting the cock.
Unabashed, she arose from her lounger and headed over to Alex, straddling the lounger and his hips as she lowered herself, her fanny pushing his cock down against his belly as she slid back and forth, exciting herself as much as she was arousing him.
Maggie found that she was getting excited again as she watched her sister arousing her son. When his hands went upwards and fondled Carole's breasts, her feeling of inadequacy returned for a moment, but Alex had never commented on hers being smaller and she could tell that Carole's were beginning to sag slightly with age.
She watched as Carole lifted herself and grasped Alex's erection and then with an audible grunt, sank onto his meaty shaft. Maggie found her hand slipping down between her legs as she watched them perform, Carole now bouncing up and down on her sons cock, her larger tits wobbling with her.
It had never been something that Maggie had ever considered and despite her initial feelings of embarrassment, her fingers were soon playing with her cunt as she watched the two of them fucking. Her sister was making plenty of noise now, and then to Maggie's delight, she withdrew her son's shaft, turned around and lowered herself once more.
Maggie rammed fingers into her cunt, the two sisters watching each other. With the new position, Maggie could see her sons cock each time it penetrated Carole's twat, her arousal soaring as it felt as though she was watching a porn film in close-up.
Carole was not going to be able to last much longer, that much Maggie could tell. It surprised her that her sister reacted very much like she did when getting fucked. Maggie couldn't deny her climax any longer as she began to orgasm, her fingers and hand rubbing frantically at her pussy as her juices flowed.
And then she saw Carole go taut as she strained every bone in her body, crying out her release as Maggie presumed her son was shooting cum into her sister's vagina.
The weeks holiday was a great success, not that they did anything or went anywhere. All three of them content to spend each day lazing in the sun, frolicking in the pool and fucking. Nudity was soon the accepted practice, why get dressed to quickly get undressed again. The two women while totally content to watch one or the other of them getting screwed, never had any inclination to join in, much to Alex's dismay. He often wondered what it may be like to watch his mother and Aunt pleasuring each other but accepted that neither of them was so far of that persuasion.
They had returned home after what Maggie had considered was their "Fuck Fest". She was sure that she'd had more sex in their weeks break than she'd had in a lifetime of being married. She was back at work, Carole still only working a couple of days but was due to start full time in three weeks. Alex would be returning to college next week and she was certain that he and her sister would find plenty to entertain themselves with, in her absence.
'It's strange,' she had thought to herself, over the time that she and Carole had been having sex with her son, the thought of what they were doing, never bothered her. Occasionally there was a twinge of jealousy because they were still able to spend some time together, but the thought that they were fucking, never troubled her.
Perhaps it was because, whatever they go up to, Alex always made it up to her later. If he had spent the day with Carole, then he made a point of spending the night in her bed as they fucked several times. It was always nice to fall asleep afterwards, suitably satisfied and cradled in his arms.
Summer was coming to an end, the days becoming that little bit cooler. The weather was still pleasant enough and Alex had an idea. The reason he had suggested it to his Aunt Carole was that she was more daring than his mother. Both of them were great in bed, but of the two, Carole was the one with the daredevil attitude and more inclined to go along with his suggestions or come up with outrageous ones of her own.
He had called her "Aunt" when he was younger, but by the time of his late teens, he had normally just addressed her by her first name. Alex had been up early on Thursday morning, his mother had already left for work and the reason why he was about at this time, having shared her bed last night.
Carole had come down thirty minutes later dressed in nothing but her robe as she moved around the kitchen making herself some breakfast. The robe clung to her, making it obvious that she was naked beneath it. As always when he looked at her closely, he began to feel an urge developing. She really was an attractive woman despite her age, even with her presently dishevelled look and without any make-up, she still turned him on.
Looking out of the kitchen window, the weather outside promised to be a nice day as he asked, 'Fancy a picnic, Carole? There is that country park, it's only about five or six miles away. We could take something to eat and drink and I'm sure it will be fairly quiet there today and I know of several secluded areas.'
Carole gave him a grin, she knew exactly what he was suggesting, the proposition of some "Alfresco" sex. How she wished she were twenty years younger, related or not, she knew she would have made a play for him as her permanent partner. He was so much like her, willing to try anything and always coming up with new ways of trying to please her, which he did admirably.
It was only a short drive away and they soon found a spot which was deserted and off the beaten track. Laying out a rug she opened some soft drinks, she was doing the driving so a bottle of wine was off the menu. Although they both knew the reason why they had come here, they spent the first couple of hours just relaxing and chatting.
Their normal day to day activities was always centred around sex and so it was nice to sit and actually talk about other things. She asked him about girlfriends, from what he told her, there had been a few, one lasting just over a year but most only lasting a few months. He seemed in no hurry to obtain a new one, as he put it, 'I'm getting to have sex with two extremely attractive women, why do I need a girlfriend?'
It had made Carole laugh. She knew she wasn't bad for her age but would never have considered herself as attractive. He had asked about Bruce, 'Any chance you and he will ever get back together?' He wanted to know. Carole had screwed her face up.
She had no intention of ever returning to her husband. She tried to make a joke of it as she said she was quite content with a toy-boy. Carole couldn't tell him how she felt, there was a twenty-year age difference, and he was her nephew, the very idea of what she would like was ridiculous.
She did wonder if he had considered the same thing, 'I'm content as I am for the moment, I realise that it can't last forever, but until then, what do I need a girlfriend for?' He had told her. 'If things were different, well who knows. I'm just going to enjoy what we have for as long as it lasts.' Caroline could tell by the look on his face, that he had entertained other ideas.
They had eaten a little and spoke some more before she allowed herself to be eased down on top of him as their lips came together. The kiss was so soft, so tender and loving that she forgot that they were not exactly in a full-blown relationship. At least for the rest of the day, she could pretend that it was so much more than just sex.
The dress she wore, she had purposefully picked that morning. It was a summery affair, off the shoulder and with buttons down the front in pastel pink. She knew what the day would hold, which was why she had omitted to wear bra or knickers, though there was a pair of panties in her bag for afterwards in case she leaked a little.
It was obvious that he wanted to make love to her, his erection already pushing against her mound and belly. Sitting upright and straddling him, Carole undid the first few buttons of her dress, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the unfettered flesh beneath. She watched his eyes light up as he realised that she was naked under the flimsy material, allowing him to finish the unbuttoning.
For the first time in all their encounters, it felt a little disconcerting when he opened her dress wide and just looked at her. Something was going on behind the look of adoration on his face, something that scared her a little and made her shiver.
Pressing her vagina against his bulge, she tantalisingly moved back and forwards, arousing both herself and Alex. She glanced downwards and giggled, she was already so moist, that she had left a damp spot directly over his cock on his beige shorts.
'You had better get rid of those otherwise it's going to look like you have pissed yourself,' she said, unable to contain her laughter.
Carole cocked a leg over, allowing him to sit up as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and pushed his shorts from his hips. She laughed again, beneath those two items he was naked, it seemed that he'd had the same idea as her.
Resuming her position, she now felt his cock pressing directly against her cunt. It felt so hard and hot to the touch and she sensed the occasional twitch as she rubbed her fanny against it, lubricating its length with her juices.
Shrugging her arms out of the dress, she cast it to one side, sitting proudly naked as his hands caressed her thighs before working their way over her hips and waist on their journey up to her breasts. When he cupped her tits and squeezed, she allowed her head to tilt back as she closed her eyes and purred her appreciation.
She was ripe and ready, raising herself as she grasped his shaft, pulling it upright against her piss-flaps and then lowering her fanny onto it. No matter how many times she did this, it seemed to take her by surprise on each occasion, she could never stop that initial audible gasp as his cock filled her passage and she felt her vagina stretch to accommodate him.
She started with imperceptible movements, just enough for her to enjoy the feel of his flesh buried deep inside her quim. Carole gazed down at this young man laid beneath her, 'Why, oh why did he have to be related to her?' She thought as she stretched her arms out and leant forwards, dangling her tits over his face and yelping as he kissed and nipped her nipples.
His body was still young and toned, the muscles moving beneath his chest and stomach as he pushed his groin into hers and lifting her easily as he raised his hips. He pulled her down and kissed her, his hands sweeping over her body as they explored, their mouths twisting together.
Expertly, he rolled her, his cock still firmly embedded as he now towered over her. Carole raised her knees and opened her legs wider, grasping his buttocks and pulling him deep within her with each thrust of his hips.
She was so close, he had built her arousal, telling her of the things that he loved doing to her and describing crudely what she was experiencing. With his hips moving faster and his cock ploughing into her cunt, he had leant forward for a second, whispering something into her ear as he forced her from her plateau, and she started to climax. She bucked and twisted, digging her nails into his back as he fucked her, and her juices flowed uncontrollably.
She felt him come inside her and heard him call her name as she floated, her body consumed by the many sensations she was experiencing. And then as he slowed and her climax began to subside, she gripped him tightly as she pulled him to her, holding him close as she uttered her words in reply.
They had dressed and simply laid together, each holding the other close. Words were unnecessary, each appreciating what the other person was feeling. Carole knew that there could never be a perfect outcome to their declaration, but she didn't care. For the moment, she was happy just to be here with him and content to just take each day as it came, his words had made today special beyond her dreams.
It was nearly five years since the two women had split from their husbands, Carole's divorce coming through towards the end of last year. Maggie still worked full time as did Carole nowadays, with Alex also working as an electrical engineer. Money-wise, they were better off now than they had ever been.
Maggie had watched over that time as a special relationship had developed between her son and her sister. They were content, despite the knowledge that it could never be anything other than what they kept secret between the three of them. It didn't bother Maggie, she accepted what hand she had been dealt and was happy with her lot.
She knew that both Bruce and Mikey had new partners in tow, but until her husband asked for a divorce, she was happy to stay as she was. Despite the bond between Carole and Alex, Maggie still got more than her fair share of sex as the sisters shared Alex between them.
Alex was the opposite of his father, always happy to help. He was loving and affectionate and his capacity for sex was still undiminished.
She was in her room getting ready for bed, undressed, she looked at herself in the mirror, her baby belly had grown a little more and even with her smaller breasts, she noticed the first tell-tale signs of sagging. She had thought at one point that as she approached middle-age, her son may lose interest, but if anything, the opposite had been true, Alex never able to keep his hands off her.
Engrossed in scrutinising herself and finding many faults she had forgotten that she had not closed her bedroom door fully and never heard her son until she caught his reflection in the mirror as he stood behind her.
'Do you know that you get more beautiful as each year passes,' he told her as his hands reach around her chest and cupped her small breasts.
Maggie had not been expecting him tonight, she'd had him all to herself last night which meant by rights, he would be spending the evening with her sister. 'Where is Carole?' She asked.
'She's engrossed in a film at the moment, and as your naked, it would be a shame not to abuse your beautiful body,' he laughed as his hands slid down from her breasts and caressed her belly, lingering there a while as he traced its shape over and over again. When finally, one hand slid further and stroked her now bare mound, Maggie felt her legs shake. It took very little to get her aroused, something her son always put to good use as a single finger traced the line of her slit and her pussy lips started to open.
As his digit slid inside her cunt and he began fingering her, she tilted her head backwards, resting it against his shoulder. 'This was where women went wrong,' she was thinking, 'Perhaps instead of marrying men the same age or older than themselves, they should marry men far younger.' There was a lot to be said for youth she decided, having discovered sex they were happy to participate at any opportunity.
With her husband, their sex life had deteriorated to a couple of times a week if she were lucky, foreplay something that she'd had to nag him about. With her son, she was getting fucked at least every other night and more often than that at times, tonight being a perfect example.
Alex was always tender and gentle with her beforehand, but happy to abuse her body once she was aroused. He was always considerate in what she wanted, happy to oblige whether she wanted a quicky or a marathon session.
She allowed herself to be moved across to the bed, watching as he took only seconds to divest himself of his clothes before joining her. She opened and raised her legs expectantly as he shuffled between them, his erection rubbing against her cunt as he leant forward and kissed her nipples.
As usual, she cried out loudly as his cock penetrated her pussy initially and he commenced fucking her. Raising her head, she looked the length of her body, watching as his shaft withdrew, paused and was then rammed back into her cunt. She was more than happy and content nowadays, now knowing how she found herself in this position.