H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

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81 Fun in the Hot Tub

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"Rose, what do you think?"

"A nice holiday, somewhere hot."

"Peter, it's your turn."

"A new car," then I stood there smiling, expecting Father to agree with me, but he didn't say anything, instead he just looked at my Sister.

Her face was a picture of concentration, then a huge grin appeared.

She almost shouted it out, "I want a Hot Tub."

Mother was now shaking her head.

"I still think we need a holiday," then she gave my Father a look that said, 'Agree with me'.

"I wish I hadn't asked."

"Yes, it should just be me and you that decide what to do with the money."

Before my Sister and I could complain, Father quickly said, "No", then he added, "It's difficult, you all want different things."

Mother then interrupted him, "You never told us what you want."

"A bit of peace and quiet would be nice."

I laughed, but Mother was not amused. Her hands were now on her hips, and she was glaring at him.

He put his hands up in the air, as if surrendering, then he said, "I would like to have the garden landscaped."

My Father was a successful business man, his last project had brought in a decent amount of money, quite a bit more than he had expected. We were all together now trying to decide how to spend that extra money.

For the next ten minutes we discussed the suggestions, but nobody would change their mind. It was now getting a bit heated.

"I have had enough of this, I am putting it into our savings account."

"What about picking it out of a hat?"

I could see Father was thinking about Mother's idea. I desperately wanted us to get a new car, because, with a bit of persuading, I would have a good chance of having our current one. One in four was not good odds, but better than nothing.

"OK," then he smiled before adding, "Alice, go and get my hat."

She took one step forward, then she stopped. We all then laughed, even Alice. Father didn't have a hat.

Five minutes later Father was picking a piece of paper out of a cup. He quickly unfolded it, but then he waited a few seconds before speaking.

"The winner is," then, he looked at each of us in turn, before saying, "A holiday."

Mother was obviously pleased, but my Sister was now sulking. I was quite happy, that had been my second choice. Father just looked relieved that it was all over.

"Peter, please pass me the cup. I will empty it into the bin."

I was handing it over to Mother, as my Sister was walking passed me. She nudged my arm, I think on purpose out of spite, because she had lost. The cup turned over, and a slip of paper dropped to the floor. I picked it up. I was about to put it back into the cup, but then I noticed the worried look on Mother's face, and she was staring at it. When I unfolded it she groaned, on it was written, 'HOLIDAY'.

Father checked the others, they were all the same.

"Rose, I am disappointed with you."

She hung her head in shame, but I was impressed, I wish I had thought of doing that.

This time Father prepared the draw, and the winner was, 'Hot Tub'. Alice immediately punched the air. I just shook my head, I have never understood their appeal. I think landscaping the garden might even have been a better choice.

Five minutes later I was over it, but I knew that for the next few days my Sister would be unbearable. Passing her bedroom, on my way to mine, I decided that I should at least congratulate her, it was the decent thing to do.

"Sis, can I come in?"

There was a loud, "Yes", from her.

"I just wanted to say..."

My Sister was sitting on her bed, and she was only wearing her underwear.

I mumbled, "Sorry, I will talk to you later."

"Don't be silly, my swimsuit is more revealing than this," then she smiled before adding, "And you have seen it all before."

I had. Two months ago I had barged into the bathroom, desperate to take a leak. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. She was sitting on the floor cross-legged, completely naked.

She looked up at me, then she calmly said, "Sorry, I forgot to lock the door. I am doing my daily meditation."

I just nodded.

"I also do some stretching."

She then put her hands on her knees, pulling them outwards. I saw the concentration on her face, it must be straining her inner thigh muscles, but then my gaze was fixed on what was between her legs. She held that pose for a minute, then she relaxed.

"Let me get dressed, then you can have the bathroom."

She then smiled at me as she pointed to the door. I left, and a couple of minutes later the bathroom was free.

"So little Brother, what were you trying to say?"

She seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.

I started again, "I just wanted to say that I am happy for you."

"You mean for getting the Hot Tub?"

"Yes."

"That is very sweet of you."

Back in my bedroom I shook my head, seeing my Sister like that was not good for my blood pressure. Ever since the incident in the bathroom, I have been having unhealthy thoughts about her, and, despite my best efforts, they refuse to go away. I now even masturbate while I think about her body, and what a body it is.

She is twenty two, three years older than me, and is just over five feet tall. Her face is pretty, rather than beautiful, but she does have amazing green eyes. However I doubt if many men notice them, their gaze is always directed towards her large breasts. How big are they? Think of Dolly Parton, then add another inch or two.

When I first started to get interested in girls, I soon realised that my Sister was hot, as did my friends. I took pride in watching them drool over her. Over the years my feelings for her have been admiration rather than sexual, but that changed when I saw her naked. She had been sitting on the floor, hands on hips, her tits pointing up at me. Large firm melons, topped with cherry sized nipples. Without clothes I could appreciate the slimness of her waist, and then, when she stretched her legs, I got to see her most intimate place. I was standing, so I didn't have the best view, but I saw a lot more than a brother should ever see of his Sister. Large lips obscured her clit, but I could see her pink opening. It was a nice cunt, but agonizingly for me, it would always be off limits.

For the next two days I didn't see much of my Sister, she was spending a lot of time in her bedroom. That was unusual, what was going on?

I knocked on her door, then I shouted, "Are you busy?"

"Yes, but you can come in."

This time I thought I should check before entering.

"Are you dressed?"

"No, but you can still come in."

I wasn't sure if she was joking, but then I heard her laughing.

"It's OK, I am fully clothed."

When I opened the door, it wouldn't have surprised me if she was naked again. However she wasn't. As she had said, she was fully clothed, but she was wearing a short skirt and skimpy top. As she always says, "If you have got it, then flaunt it." And boy does she have it.

She was sitting on her bed, and in front of her were lots of papers. In her hand she had a note pad.

"Are you studying for an exam?"

She smiled, then she shook her head.

"More important than that, it's for the Hot Tub. Take a look at this magazine."

She thrust it into my hand, it was, 'Hot Tub Monthly'.

I tossed it back onto the bed.

"Thanks, but I have already read it."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but then I spoiled it by smiling. This time when she handed it to me, I did take an interest in it. Its feature piece was, 'Top Tips When Buying a Hot Tub'.

I passed it back to her.

"So have you decided?"

"Yes, but I just need to persuade Father. It's a bit more expensive than the budget he gave me."

That might be difficult. If it was a boyfriend she wanted something from, then she would only have to flash her tits to get what she wanted. However Father was immune to her charms. Now if it was Uncle Francis that was paying, she would be laughing. I wonder if anybody else has noticed how he looks at her? I think if she asked him for anything, he would immediately say yes, in the hope that one day it would help him to get into her knickers.

"I want the Premium Plus model, but I only have enough for the Premium."

I wondered how the two compared, but I didn't ask in case she told me. I didn't fancy a ten minute lecture on Hot Tubs.

I looked again at all the stuff on her bed, she was certainly taking it seriously. I then left so that she could continue with her research.

That night in bed I thought about Alice, this time as my Sister rather than as an object of desire. She wasn't just absurdly attractive, she was also very clever. You have to be if you have a Chemistry Degree, and she achieved a First Class. If she has selected the Premium Plus model, then it must be the one to have.

The next day I was late getting up, it was a Saturday so it didn't matter. Everybody else had already eaten, so I had the kitchen to myself. I was just tucking into a large bowl of cereal, when my Sister popped her head round the door.

There was a large grin on her face, "Premium Plus," was all she said, then she was gone.

So she had convinced Father.

Then I heard her shout from the living room, "Now the difficult decision. What colour should it be?"

I didn't care. It was something I was never going to use.

For the rest of the day there was no mention of Hot Tubs, but at Sunday lunch there was.

"Now that we are all together, I can tell you what we have chosen."

He then let my Sister tell us.

Without any preamble, she said, "Premium Plus from Hot Tubs International," then she added "Midnight Blue."

"Shouldn't we get the Plus Plus one, or even the Plus Plus Plus?"

My Sister ignored me, but Mother looked concerned. Alice decided that she needed to reassure her.

"David is trying to be funny. The ones he mentioned don't exist."

Mother looked relieved, then she said, "When will we get it."

Father was about to speak, but my Sister beat him to it, "Five weeks, if we order it today."

She then looked at Father, he just nodded.

It wasn't five weeks, it was four, but it took two days to install rather than the expected one.

"It's fully guaranteed for five years, but it will need regular maintenance."

Father then signed some documents, and the fitters left.

I wasn't at home when it was first used, I was away staying with a friend. When I got home my Sister was eager to tell me all about it.

"It was great fun, you should have been here. You could have joined us."

"Who was in it?"

"My friends. Janet, Anne, Mandy and Charlotte."

"With you that's five."

"Yes it takes five"

"There are only four seats."

She looked at me as if I was stupid, then she sighed, before saying, "One person floats in the middle."

I shook my head, "It's not for me."

However a week later she talked me into it. I had decided that if I tried it, and then told her I didn't like it, she would stop mentioning it.

I stepped into it, then I quickly sat down. It was now late evening and there was a slight chill in the air, but the water was nice and hot. I lifted my legs up, to let them float. I could feel the water from the jets gently hitting my body. I was surprised at how good it felt, maybe my Sister was right. Ten minutes later I nearly fell asleep.

"No sleeping in the Hot Tub."

I looked up, it was Alice.

"Mind if I join you?" but she didn't wait for an answer before getting in.

She was now sitting opposite me, her big tits bobbing up and down, held in place by the smallest top I had ever seen. When she had got in I had briefly seen the bottom part of her swimsuit, it was almost non-existent.

I blurted out, "Did Mother or Father see your costume?"

She laughed, then said, "No, but if they did what are they going to do? I am not a child, I am twenty two."

That was a fair point. She was old enough to wear what she wanted, but she was making me feel very uncomfortable.

"Next time Uncle Francis comes round I think I will wear it."

So she at least had noticed how he looked at her.

"That's not a good idea. You might give him a heart attack."

"I might even bend over in front of him."

She was now grinning. She might actually do that, and he might actually have that heart attack.

"So little Brother, how is your love life?"

"OK, but not as good as yours."

Mine was never going to be as good as hers. She was at least a nine out of ten, possibly even a ten, but I was a seven at best. I wasn't ugly, I would say I had an average face. I had a decent body, but I really needed more muscle. I was a bit skinny. My best feature was definitely my cock. It wasn't a monster, seven inches of thick meat, but I had been in the locker room enough times to know that it was bigger than most.

"Are you still seeing Mary?"

I winced, then I managed a weak smile before simply saying, "No," then I quickly added, "How is Robert?"

I didn't want her to ask anything else about Mary, the memory was still too painful. Being dumped was always difficult to take, but when it's in front of your friends, it's even worse.

"Don't know, don't care. I don't want to talk about him, he is such a loser."

She didn't sound concerned, and there was no reason why she should be. She would only be single for as long as she wanted to be.

"What do you think of the Hot Tub?"

I tried to sound nonchalant, as I said, "It's OK," but she wasn't fooled.

"Go on, admit it. You really like it."

My big smile gave it away, then I said, "It's a lot better than having the garden landscaped."

She thought that was really funny, and as she laughed, those big breasts of hers jiggled even more. My cock was now starting to rise. When she had finished she gave me a quizzical look.

"Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded, but what was it, something about Robert?

"If I take my top off will you tell on me?"

I just shook my head, I was in shock. While she put her hands behind her back, so that she could unhook it, I put a hand under the water so that I could adjust my cock. Her large tits were now free, and my cock was vertical, the head almost sticking out of the top of the waist band on my swimming shorts.

"That's a lot more comfortable."

I couldn't take my eyes of them. She must have noticed, because she giggled.

"I can tell you like them."

I blurted out, "I would be a fool not to, they are magnificent."

She then raised herself up so that they were completely out of the water. Then, just to make sure that I got the best possible view, she put her hands underneath them and lifted them higher. She was obviously proud of them.

Looking down at them, she said, "Do you think they are too big?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, they are perfect, and I love your big nipples."

"Good," then she added, "When do you think Mother and Father will be back?"

"Eleven, possibly midnight. Why do you ask?"

"I don't want them to catch me with my top off."

"No chance of that, it will be at least another two hours before they are home."

"In that case there is plenty of time," then she gave me a wicked smile, before continuing with, "For you to play with them."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"Would you like to do that?"

I nodded vigorously, then I managed to say, "Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders, then, in a calm voice, she said, "Because I want you to."

I had now got over the shock, and I was eager to seize the opportunity before she changed her mind. When I touched them, the first thing I noticed was how firm they were, then, when I lifted them up, how heavy they were. As I fondled them she looked amused, this must be what all her boyfriends do when they first get their hands on them. However, when I got to her nipples, her expression changed, she was now biting on her lip, and she was moaning.

"Gentle, they are very sensitive."

And they were very big. The attention my fingers were giving them had made them grow. They were now nicely swollen, ready to be sucked, and I was desperate to do that. When I bent my head she didn't resist.

"That's good, suck harder."

I did, then I kept on doing it.

"The other one."

I quickly rubbed it between a finger and thumb.

"No, suck it."

She wanted me to switch nipples, and that's what I did. It got the same treatment as the other one. This time my hand didn't go to her nipple, it went under the water, then between her legs. She stiffened when I touched her there.

"NO. Just my tits."

When I removed my hands she relaxed. I raised my head from her nipple.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

I got a smile, so I knew she wasn't annoyed.

"What if I don't go inside?"

I could tell she was thinking about it.

"OK, but I mean it. If you stick a couple of fingers up me, I will not be amused."

The thought of doing that almost made me come in my shorts, but I would be a fool to spoil it by taking it further than she wanted. This time when I touched her between the legs, she didn't tense, instead she opened wider to give me better access.

I was now back to sucking her big nipples, but this time I was also exploring her cunt, but just from the outside. It wasn't ideal, a thin piece of material was blocking my way, but it was still exciting.

"Lower."

When I did as she asked, she gave a loud moan, good, that was where to concentrate on. For the next few minutes I rubbed her as hard, and as fast, as I could. It was working, she was now squirming against my fingers, and she was making more noise.

"Fuck, I am nearly there."

She lasted another minute, then she climaxed. As she did, she closed her eyes, and then she clamped her legs together, trapping my hand. I stopping sucking on her, but I had to wait until she had relaxed before I could get my hand out. When she eventually opened her eyes, she looked a bit dazed.

I got a weak smile from her, then she said, "That got a bit out of hand," then she added, "But in a nice way."

"And I kept my promise."

I was surprised when she laughed.

"You have a lot to learn little Brother."

"What do you mean?"

"I know I said not to finger me, but do you think I would have stopped you when you had got me so excited?"

"Fuck, so I could have got two fingers in you?"

She laughed again, before saying, "Yes, and possibly three if you had timed it right."

I was still shaking my head when she got out of the Hot Tub. I wasn't disappointed though, what had happened was good, very good, even though my cock had not got any action, and I had the feeling that this wasn't going to be a one-off.

Five minutes later I was in my bedroom, my hand on my cock. I didn't last long, and when I climaxed I was saying my Sister's name. It was a big one, and I made a mess of the sheets. As I cleaned it up, as best I could, so as not to freak Mother out when she did the laundry, I thought about the Hot Tub. Was it possibly the best invention ever? It would not be on many peoples top ten, but it was now on mine.

The next day I didn't see my Sister until our evening meal. We were now all at the table enjoying one of Mother's famous curries.

Turning to me, Father said, "I heard that you went in the Hot Tub last night. I was surprised when Alice told me."

I finished my mouthful of food, then I said, as casually as I could, "It was OK."

"Your Sister said you really enjoyed it."

I had, but not as much as she had. I glanced across at Alice, she was grinning.

"Rose, do you think we should try it?"

Mother looked horrified, then she gave a firm, "No."

Father looked disappointed.

"I don't want to, but there is no reason why you can't use it on your own, or with Peter, or Alice."

He just shook his head.

My Sister looked at me, then she said, "It looks like we have it all to ourselves."

I nodded, then we shared a look that said, 'And we are going to make the most of it.'

It was three days before I got back into the Hot Tub. Mother and Father were out again, but this time they would be back early, probably before ten. It was now eight, so plenty of time, but would my Sister join me? We hadn't talked about it, but I saw the look on her face when Mother told her earlier that they were going out. She looked pleased, almost excited. However fifteen minutes later I was still waiting. I was about to get out when I saw her approaching. She was wearing the same two piece swimming costume, and it covered very little of her amazing body. My cock instantly stiffened.

"I bet you thought I wasn't coming," then she added, "But I soon will be."

She then laughed at her own innuendo. I didn't say anything, I was just glad that she was now here. As soon as she was in, she took her top off. As I grabbed for her tits she pushed me back, then she wagged a finger at me.

"Remember, just on the outside," then she winked at me.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This time I was going to get to finger her. My Sister, the hottest girl I knew, was going to let me touch her in her most intimate place. Could my life get any better? Yes, if she would just let me put my throbbing cock into her, but I put that thought out of my mind, that was too much to expect.

We started the same way as last time, with me enthusiastically sucking her tits. Ten minutes later we were still going. My hands were well away from her cunt, I didn't feel the need to rush, I wanted to enjoy those big nipples of hers for as long as possible. After another five minutes she wanted more, she was now pushing my hand down under the water.

"Hi, we are back."

I looked up, it was Father, he had come in by the side gate. Thankfully he was still at least thirty yards away, and the Hot Tub was on raised decking, so he couldn't see anything except our heads. But if he came over to talk to us, then that would be different, he would clearly see Alice's bare breasts. Now that would take some explaining. Even my Sister would find it difficult to talk her way out of that.

"Jim, will you come and help me."

It was Mother calling him. He gave us a quick wave, then he was gone. Thirty seconds later my Sister had her top back on, and it was just in time, because the side gate opened again. This time Mother was there as well. They then came towards us, stopping only a few feet away. Alice kept herself low, I think she didn't want them to see her revealing swimsuit.

"The restaurant was not what we expected, we just had a drink then left," and then he added, "And your Mother has a headache."

I tried to look sympathetic, but it was difficult, all my concentration was directed to finding my Sister's sweet spot. When she made a low groan, I knew I had found it. They didn't appear to notice, but if they looked closely they would see that their Daughter was now chewing on her lip.

Father looked over at the garden, then he mumbled something about landscaping it. He then starting explaining his plans. I just nodded, as I continued to rub my Sister's clit as fast as I could. It was risky, but it was exciting, and Alice wasn't stopping me.

This time her climax was silent, well almost. There was a single grunt when I pushed her over the edge, but Father was too busy talking to notice. However, Mother did give her a concerned look, but it quickly went. We had got away with it.

They only stayed for a few more minutes. As soon as we were alone, my Sister shook her head.

"That was naughty of you. I almost screamed."

Now that would have been interesting.

"Alice are you OK?"

"Yes, Peter has just given me a wonderful climax. Now Father, what was it you were saying about the garden?"

I started to get out, I was eager to get to my bedroom so that I could reach my climax, but she pulled me back.

"Do you think they will come out again?"

"No, why would they?"

"Good, now it's your turn."

Before I could say anything, she had pulled my shorts down. Her hand was now wrapped around my cock, and she was feeling its length.

"I am impressed. It's a good size, and it's thick. Seven inches?"

"Yes, are you some sort of expert on cocks?"

She gave a deep laugh, then she said, "I suppose I am."

There was pride in her voice. It was no wonder she was an expert, when you have a body like hers, you get all the cock you can ever want.

"You have to come in my mouth."

That was my idea of heaven, but my cock would have to be sticking out of the water.

"I would like to, but isn't it too dangerous, we might get caught?"

She shook her head, before saying, "Yes, but you coming in the water is a big mistake. It will make an awful mess in the Hot Tub, anybody seeing it will know what we have been doing."

I hadn't thought of that, but she must be right. Then I had a better idea.

"I can come inside you. That's perfect, no mess, and ..."

"No."

She hadn't let me finish.

"Nice try little Brother, but not today."

I was tempted to ask when, but I didn't want to push my luck. It was a blow job or nothing. Sometimes in life we are faced with a difficult choice. Was this such a time? Don't be silly.

I was now sitting on the edge of the Hot Tub, with my feet dangling in the water. Each time my Sister bobbed her head, it felt as if she was taking my cock in deeper. When she started to gag she eased off a bit. I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I was, perhaps even more. After five minutes I could feel the sap rising, I was going to come. I was about to warn her, but she must have sensed it, because she slowed down. She was now keeping me on the edge. A minute later I was about to explode, but she suddenly stopped. I thought I was on the edge before, but this time I was hanging on by my fingernails, the slightest movement from her and I would climax. I didn't think it was possible, but thirty seconds later my cock was still throbbing, begging for release. Then she moved her head, taking all of my cock deep into her mouth. That was too much for me. As I spurted, I could see her gulping. When I had finished she quickly pulled her head back, she was now gasping for breath.

I looked at her in admiration, she was smiling, and I could tell she was eager for me to tell her how she had done.

I held my hands up, then I said, "The best one ever."

She giggled, then she said, "I do like to think that I am rather good at it. I have certainly had enough practice."

I pulled my shorts back up, then I slid down into the Hot Tub. The water felt even hotter after being exposed to the chilly night air.

"Five minutes and I am going to go in."

I just nodded, I was now so relaxed that if I closed my eyes I might even fall asleep.

"Did you know that women with big tits are generally the best at giving blow jobs?"

In my experience, women with big tits are generally the best at everything.

"Especially if they are early developers. When you get tits, boys are all over you. Letting them come in your mouth, or on your tits, is the best way of stopping them going too far."

"So did that work for you?"

"Sometimes," then she giggled, before adding, "If it was a big cock, then I couldn't resist."

All the practice had paid off, she was definitely a ten out of ten for cock sucking. The only problem was, I now had a sinking feeling that nobody else would ever be as good as she was, and that I would always be comparing them to her.

The next day at breakfast I found myself alone with my Sister.

"Alice, what we did in the Hot Tub."

She was now looking around, making sure we were alone, and from the expression on her face she wasn't happy.

"Don't talk about it here."

"Can't we do things away from the Hot Tub, in the house?"

There was a quick, "No," from her, then she sighed, before continuing with, "That would be dangerous. Outside it's a bit of fun, but anywhere else and it wouldn't feel right. Does that make sense?"

"I think so."

She then left the kitchen, and I sat down at the table to finish my coffee. To me sex was sex, no matter where you did it, but my Sister had a different opinion. Did it bother me? No, I was happy to play by her rules, so long as she continued to let me have access to that gorgeous body of hers.

It was a week before we got back into the Hot Tub. I was so keen, that I wanted to use it sooner, while Father and Mother were in the house, but Alice said no when I suggested it.

They were staying overnight with friends, so there was no chance of us being caught. Alice was in the Hot Tub first, five minutes later I joined her. This time she hadn't bothered wearing her top. I quickly looked down, to see if she was naked, but she wasn't.

"It's a bit colder tonight so I have turned the heating up."

I just nodded. She was the one who was in control of all the dials and knobs. It looked a bit complicated to me, but I knew she would already have mastered them.

"How did it go last night?"

I could tell straight away that I had touched a nerve. I tried to look sympathetic as I waited for her to tell me more.

"It started off OK, it's a brilliant nightclub."

I nodded. I haven't been yet, but from what my friends have told me, it's an exciting place.

"We had only been there thirty minutes, when a tall handsome guy came over to our table. He smiled at me, and I was just getting up, when he turned to Janet."

I was shocked, and she could see that I was.

She shook her head, before saying, "Yes, he asked her to dance."

Janet wasn't ugly, I would date her, but she wasn't in Alice's league. This sort of thing happens to me all the time, but this might even be a first for my Sister.

Then, in a low voice, she said, "They even went home together."

I felt sorry for her. Time to cheer her up.

Two minutes of me sucking on her tits had put her in a better mood. As before, I kept switching from one to the other. This time I was the one eager to go further. My hands were now deep under the water, and I was trying to pull down her swimsuit bottom.

"Let me do it."

She was quickly out of it, then she threw it over the side of the Hot Tub.

"I don't know why I bothered wearing it, it was always going to come off."

This time, when I put my hand between her legs, there was nothing to stop me fingering her. I made the most of it, pushing two fingers into her as deep as possible. Then, with my other hand, I parted her big lips, so that I could get to her clit. When I found it she gave an almighty moan. If this wasn't cheering her up, then nothing would.

"Fuck me with them," then she added, "Put another finger in as well."

I was happy to oblige. Three was tight, but she didn't complain, she was even thrusting forward every time I pushed them into her. A few minutes later she was moving even more.

"Don't stop, I am nearly there."

"Can I fuck you?"

She moaned, but she didn't answer me.

"Can I?"

This time there was a quick, "Yes," followed by, "But let me come first."

That spurred me on, the sooner she got her climax, the sooner I would be able to slide my cock into her sweet cunt. The finger on her clit was now almost a blur, and the fingers inside were ramming into her like pistons. She only lasted another thirty seconds. When she climaxed she arched her back, her head was now almost under water. This time there was no biting on her lip to keep the noise down, it all came out. And she was loud.

I waited patiently for her to come round. When she did, I had a big smile on my face, it was my turn next.

"That was some climax."

My smile got even bigger.

"Now I suppose you want to fuck me?"

I shrugged my shoulders, then I said, "If it's not too much trouble."

She found that very funny, eventually she stopped laughing.

"I am going to bend over the side, so that my bottom is out of the water. You stand behind me."

Was that the best position? She must have seen the apprehension on my face, because she said, "I have been fucked lots of times in a Hot Tub. Trust me, this is the best way."

As soon as she bent over all I could think about was getting inside her. Her cunt was there in full view, it was ripe for fucking. Without any more foreplay, I was now pushing into her. I didn't stop until I had no more to give.

"That feels good. If you take your time I might be able to climax again, but if you can't wait I will understand."

That was a dilemma. I was bursting, desperate for a climax. Starting slowly might even be too much for me, but I decided I was going to try to satisfy her as well.

After five minutes of taking it easy, all was going well. A minute later it changed.

I muttered a quick, "Sorry," then I started to fuck her hard. She responded by raising her bottom higher, so that I could go in deeper. She was now moaning, but I couldn't last. When my cock started twitching, I grunted. As it spurted into her, I squeezed her bottom with both hands, only stopping when my climax was over.

When I pulled out of her she didn't sit back down, instead she climbed out of the Hot Tub.

"I need to take a shower."

She then leant over and kissed me on the check.

"I would like to get back in, but all that gunge you pumped into me is now starting to seep out."

Then she was gone, leaving me with memories I would never forget, and a smile that was so big it was making my face ache

The next day, on my way to college, I thought about what had happened yesterday. Had I really had sex with my Sister? Yes, and it was amazing. Should we have done it? No, but I didn't feel bad about it, something that good couldn't be wrong. I then noticed the woman on the seat across from me was giving me strange looks. I realised I was smiling. After quickly stopping, I turned my head away from her, to look out of the window. When she got off at the next stop, I shook my head. She must have wondered what was going on, a strange man smiling at her on a bus.

"Excuse me young man, why are you smiling at me?"

"Sorry, I didn't realise I was doing it. It was because I was remembering fucking my hot Sister last night. I took her hard from behind."

Now that was a mistake. I spent the next couple of minutes trying not to laugh.

It was almost seven when I got back home, I had stayed late to finish an assignment. Father was out, but Mother was in the kitchen. There was a lot of noise coming from the garden, then I heard Alice laugh.

"Your Sister is showing of her new toy to some friends."

"Sounds like fun, I think I will join them."

Alice was in the Hot Tub with Janet, who I had met before, and another girl that I hadn't.

"Hi Peter, you know Janet."

Smiling at her, I said, "Hi."

"And this is Hannah."

"Nice to meet yet."

Alice then asked, "Are you going to join us?"

I hadn't thought of that. My intentions were to say hello, chat for a while, then leave.

Janet gave me a nice smile, then said, "Please, we need some male company."

Five minutes later I was in the Hot Tub. This time it felt different, the water was bubbling up more, and the jets seemed to be on a higher pressure, my legs and lower body were now getting a massage.

"Have you changed the settings?"

"Yes, to OM."

Alice was now smiling, and the other two looked as if they were trying not to laugh. I had no idea what OM was, but I could tell my Sister wasn't going to tell me unless I asked.

I sighed, then said, "What is OM?"

There was a chorus of, "Orgasm Mode," then they all laughed.

"Is that just on the Plus Model?"

That set them off again, and I wasn't sure they were ever going to stop. When they eventually did, Hannah looked at Alice, then said, "Tell him."

"No little Brother. OM is really Optimum Mode, meaning the highest pressure. When it is on, you can position yourself so that the jets of water hit you in a certain place, and if you stay there long enough..."

She didn't have to finish, I knew where that place was, and I knew what the outcome would be.

"But it only works for us girls, men find it uncomfortable rather than exciting."

That was Janet, and she sounded as if she was speaking from experience. Alice then looked at her friends, before saying, "Does anybody want to show him how it's done?"

"I will."

It was Hannah, she had even put her hand up to show she was willing.

"But no telling. What goes on in the Hot Tub, stays in the Hot Tub."

My face was serious, as I was nodding.

She then looked at Alice, waiting for approval.

"OK, but keep the noise down."

I moved closer so that I could get a better view. Hannah was putting on a show, and I didn't want to miss anything. She then wiggled about on her seat, moving lower into the water. I watched, fascinated, as she opened her legs. When the water hit the spot, she moaned. Alice and Janet giggled.

After another two minutes she was moaning continuously. Her eyes were now closed, and there was a look of deep concentration on her face. When she started biting her lower lip, I knew she was ready to come. Her climax was quick, and strong. I could tell she was finding it difficult to keep quiet. It was thirty seconds before she finished. When she opened her eyes she got a pat on her shoulder from Janet, for a job well done. I looked at each of them, they were all grinning, then I said, "Thank you. Now I need to go, there is something that needs my attention." My Sister was the first to realise what I meant, but the other two quickly caught up with her. They were still laughing while I was walking away.

In the privacy of my bedroom I got my cock out. I had been tempted to take it out when I was in the Hot Tub, but that would have been reckless. As I played with it I thought about Hannah, and what she had just done. From start to finish, it had taken her less than three minutes. I managed it in under two.

After cleaning myself up, I went downstairs. Mother was alone in the living room.

"The girls seem to be enjoying themselves," then she added, "It must be because of OM."

I almost stopped breathing, because of the shock, then I nearly laughed. Alice must have told her its real meaning, Optimum Mode, but what if she hadn't.

"Mother, I have changed the Hot Tub settings to OM."

"And what does that mean?"

"Orgasm Mode. You position your cunt so that it gets hit with the water jets, then you stay there until you have a big climax."

"That sounds wonderful, I must try it. Don't those nice people from Hot Tubs International think of everything?"

I didn't see much of my Sister, or indeed Mother or Father, until the weekend. I had exams in two weeks so I needed to study. I generally do OK, but it doesn't come easy to me, I always have to put the hard work in to get the results, but now that it was Saturday, I could take some time to relax.

I didn't get up until ten. There was nobody about. After a quick breakfast I went into the garden. Alice was standing near the Hot Tub, with a booklet in her hand. I got a quick smile, then she continued reading.

"What are you doing?"

"It needs a good clean. I am just working out what to do."

She then waved it at me.

"Step ten is clean filter D. It's shown on the diagram, but I can't find it. Do you want to take a look?"

I shook my head. If she couldn't find it, then there was no way I would be able to.

"Where are they?"

"Mother is shopping, then she is off to see that friend of hers."

"Father?"

"Golf."

"So they are not going to be back for a while?"

She then stopped reading. When she looked at me she smiled, then she said, "I suppose I can clean it later."

"Yes, much later."

In less than five minutes I was in the Hot Tub, waiting for Alice. This time the settings had been turned down, OM was not needed. My Sister was going to get an Orgasm, but it was going to be me who gave it to her.

She kept me waiting, it was another five minutes before she appeared. She had got into the habit, that when we were alone, she didn't wear her top. This time she was completely naked, she was carrying her two piece swimsuit over her arm. I had seen it all before, but I still stared at her. You can never get enough of a good thing. However, this time there was something different, she had shaved her pubic hair. She saw me looking.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, but why did you do it?"

She shrugged her shoulders, before saying, "No reason, I just fancied a change."

When she got in, she lay back, letting the water lift her legs up. I looked at her large breast bobbing about, topped by nipples that were begging to be sucked. I got a nice smile from her.

"Do you like Hannah?"

"Yes."

How can you not like a girl that gives herself a climax in front of you?

"I have her number, you should call her."

"Thanks," but was she testing me, should I have said no?

"Are you OK with that?"

"Yes," then she added, "As long as you save some of that nice cock of yours for me."

I just smiled, there would always be enough left over for her.

When I reached for her tits, she moved towards me. My first suck on her nipple was hard and long, and she responded by moaning loudly. For the next couple of minutes I just concentrated on that nipple, the other one would have to wait its turn. After another few minutes I decided to switch, but Alice stopped me by holding my head.

"No, my cunt needs some attention."

"I can do both."

"Not with what I have in mind."

She then stood up. I thought she was going to bend over the side, so that I could fuck her as I had done before. However, this time she sat on the edge of the Hot Tub, with her legs wide apart.

"Would you like to lick me?"

She was in an uncomfortable position, and she was having to hold onto the side for balance, but I didn't care. I quickly put my head between her legs, but I did help her by reaching round and putting my hands onto her bottom, so that she wouldn't fall back.

I started by exploring her large lips. I had done that before with by fingers, but this time I was doing it with my tongue. When I got to her opening, I pushed it in as deep as I could. I loved the taste of her.

"Go higher."

She wanted me on her clit. I was tempted to make her wait, but there was urgency in her voice. I lifted my head higher, then I probed for that little lump of hers. When I found it I flicked it with my tongue.

"That's good, but you can do better."

I did it again, but this time harder and faster. She moaned.

"Lower."

This time I hit the spot, either that, or she was having some sort of seizure. As I continued licked her, she continued moaning. Despite the difficult position she was in, she was obviously enjoying it. If only the Hot Tub sides were wider. Then I had a thought, I should email the makers.

'Dear Sir/Madam, I have recently purchased a Premium Plus Hot Tub from you. I am very happy with it, and it has provided me with many hours of enjoyment, but I would like to suggest something that would improve it. Please make the sides wider. I have found that they are OK when I bend my Sister over them, and fuck her hard from behind. However, when she sits on them so that I can lick her cunt, she finds it difficult to keep her balance. Another few inches would make all the difference. Yours sincerely, Peter Cropper.'

"Stop."

I was surprised, I thought she was enjoying it.

"If you don't, I am going to come."

I quickly raised my head. It was now time to fuck her.

"Bend over."

"No, fuck me in the water."

She was now sitting, with me standing in front of her. I then pushed her legs apart, and up. My hand was now on my throbbing cock, and I was trying to find her opening, hidden under the bubbling water.

When my cock pushed against it, there was a loud, "NO," from her.

I mutter a quick sorry, it was the wrong hole. I moved my cock higher. This time when I pushed, she stayed silent, until I was fully in.

"Hold my bottom and fuck me hard. For some reason I am a horny bitch today, it will not take me long to come."

I had to smile, she was always a horny bitch.

Having sex under water was a new experience for me, and it took me a few minutes to get used to it, but after five minutes I was an expert. Alice had wanted it hard, and that was what she was getting. She wasn't complaining, so I must be doing a good job.

At the start, she had said she wouldn't last long, but after ten minutes we were still at it. If she didn't come soon, I might, and that would spoil it. I then pushed her legs even higher, that made her moan louder. Good, it might do the trick, talking might help as well.

"Do you think Father will ever use the Hot Tub?"

"What?"

"He could share it with you."

"Yes."

I smiled, she now knew what I was hinting at.

"Would you like that, Father in with you?"

She gave her loudest moan, I responded by giving her my hardest stroke.

"So you would like Father in YOU."

"YES," then she went over the edge, climaxing with a ferocity I didn't know she had in her.

As she arched her back, I continued fucking her. Her head was now almost under water. Then her climax was over, but I was still trying to get mine.

"You have to stop."

Two strokes later I did. Holding her bottom tightly, I emptied my balls into her. When I had finished I felt drained. It was at least a minute before I pulled out of her, then another before we spoke.

"That was good," then I shook my head before saying, "And to think I didn't want a Hot Tub."

She smiled, then said, "You should always listen to your big Sister. She always knows best."

Her face then became more serious.

"What made you mention Father?"

"I thought it might help you along. Doesn't every girl want her Father to fuck her?"

She giggled.

"I must admit, I wouldn't say no, but I can't see it happening. He has always been the perfect gentleman towards me."

"But what about Uncle Francis?"

"What about him?"

She tried to keep a straight face, but it didn't last long. Eventually she stopped laughing.

"You must have heard the expression, Hung like a Donkey', well Donkeys have an expression as well, 'Hung like Uncle Francis."

She looked at me wide-eyed, I nodded.

"Yes he has a big one, a very big one. I have showered with him after tennis. He has at least two inches on me, possibly three."

"Wow, ten inches."

"Imagine that up your sweet little cunt."

Giggling, she said, "I am."

We stayed in for another five minutes, then I was ordered to get out. She wanted to shower, then she was going to drain, and clean, the Hot Tub.

After showering, I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and a mug of coffee. When I had finished, I wondered if I should go and help Alice. No, she would want to be left alone. I would only get in the way. I also wondered what she would do about Uncle Francis, then I smiled, that was another easy one, sometime soon she would have him. I couldn't wait for her to tell me about it.

It was another hour and half before she joined me in the front room, and from the smile on her face I knew she had finished.

"Did you eventually find the elusive filter D?"

There was a quick shake of her head, then she said, "It doesn't exist. Well not on the Plus Model. I rang the service department, and they said it was a mistake in the manual."

Then, with a look of pride on her face, for a job well done, she left me to go and get some food. I then sat back in my chair, hands behind my head. I didn't just have a hot Sister, I had a clever Sister as well. My life could not get any better, but I had a nagging feeling deep inside me. This could not last. I knew that eventually she would find some handsome man, and that she would fall in love with him, and then all this would end. When would that be, a week, a month, a year?

I didn't know, but what I did know is that until that happened, I was going to make the most of it!

82 Glory Hole

Damn! I knew I should have brought my brolly with me. What was it my Sister had said this morning?

"You don't need it, it's not going to rain."

Like a fool I had listened to her. Now it was raining the proverbial cats and dogs, and I was getting soaked. I had pulled the top of my coat over my head, so I was getting some protection, but really I needed to find some shelter. There was a bus station five minutes away, but I needed something closer. Then I saw it, the entrance to what appeared to be a bar. It was down some narrow steps. I had walked down this street several times before, but I had never noticed it. It didn't look particularly inviting, but as they say, 'Any port in a storm'.

As soon as I walked in, I was met by a very large man who demanded money. At first I thought I was being mugged, but then I realised it was the admission fee. It was more than I wanted to pay, but he wasn't the sort of person you argued with.

When I had entered the place, I had expected it to be rough, a bit of a dive. However, it wasn't as bad as that. It wasn't some luxurious private members club, but it was half decent. I was happy to stay until it stopped raining.

I managed to get a seat at the bar. While I drank my beer I noticed men going in and out of a door at the back of the room. It wasn't the toilets, they were on the second floor. When I ordered my next drink, I asked Rick, the bartender, about it.

I got a sly grin from him, then he leant forward, before speaking.

"It's where the special rooms are."

"What are they for?"

He put a finger to his lips, then he said, "Go and see."

I was annoyed that he was being all secretive, but I was also curious.

"I might just do that, but how much will it cost me?"

"Nothing. It's covered by the money you paid at the door."

I wasn't sure if I should. I had an uneasy feeling that if I did, then I would regret it. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.

Behind the door was a corridor, with four more doors leading off it. Three of them had a red sign on them, but the fourth was green. It took me a few seconds to understand their significance. The red ones were taken, but the green one was free.

There was nothing in the room except for a small chair.

"Lock the door."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Whoever had shouted that was behind the wall that was opposite the door. I was confused, but I did as I was told. The door was now secure, and on the other side the sign would now be showing red, to let others know that the room was occupied.

"You must be new?"

I mumbled, "Yes."

"Let me tell you the score. You get your cock out and put it through the hole."

It was only then that I noticed the circular hole that she was talking about.

"What happens next, depends upon what mood I am in, and how good you cock is," then she laughed, before adding, "Or on how good you are at persuading me."

My brain said leave, but my cock said yes, and it had the casting vote. I was in a steady relationship, but I put that out of my mind as I unzipped myself. I then gave myself a couple of strokes, to get fully erect, before pushing my cock through the hole.

"Fuck, you are a big boy."

I was, ten inches of thick meat. I then felt a hand grasp it

"You are way too big for me," then she laughed again, before continuing with, "But I am sure going to try."

It was a minute or more before anything happened, then I felt my cock sliding into her. I could tell that the wetness was mostly lubricant, but I didn't mind, it still felt good. She had stopped with about an inch to spare, and I could now hear her breathing heavily.

"I want you fuck me. Nice and slowly at first, then harder when I tell you to."

"OK. I am Simon, what's your name?"

"Mary. I would like to shake your hand, but I guess you fucking me with your monster cock will have to do."

This time we both laughed, and she stopped first, when I started moving my cock. For the next five minutes I gave her the gentle strokes she had asked for.

"I am ready now. I want it as hard and as fast as you can manage. Imagine you are fucking your Mother, your Sister, or even you Daughter. Whatever gets you going."

I took her advice. I didn't have a Daughter, but I did have a Mother and Sister that I would like on the end of my cock.

It wasn't long before I was ready to spurt, and from the noises she was making, she would probably get a climax as well.

"Finish me off."

I then did, by giving her three full lengths of my cock. I don't know if she had a little cunt or not, but she had managed to take all ten inches. As she climaxed, she impressed me by keeping her bottom pushed against the wall, so that I could continue fucking her until I reached it. It was a good one, taking thirty seconds before my balls were drained.

"You don't just have a big cock, you know how to use it."

"And you have a nice cunt."

Two minutes later I was back in the bar, and I had a big smile on my face.

Rick greeted me with, "Now you know why we are busy."

"Yes, and why you charge for admission."

By the time I had finished my drink, it had stopped raining. I knew I should leave, but instead I ordered another.

"Rick, do the women get paid."

"Yes, but not as much as you would think."

That surprised me.

"Then why do they do it?"

"I have talked to most of them, and I get the impression it's more about the sex than the money. Here they can have all the sex they want without having a relationship. They do it, and they enjoy it, then they go home to their loved ones," then he smiled at me, before adding, "Like you."

That made me wince. However, what he had said made a lot of sense.

"We have a woman who is in her early seventies. She looks her age, and she would struggle to get a man in a singles bar, but here she gets enough cock to keep herself happy. The customers love her," then he laughed before adding, "But they don't know her age."

I had an uneasy feeling that I had already met her. As casually as I could manage, I asked, "What's her name?"

"I shouldn't really say," then he leant forward and whispered, "Mary."

On my way home I mulled it over. Did I feel guilty about cheating on my girlfriend Charlotte? I should have, but I didn't. This was just anonymous sex, for some reason it felt as if it didn't count. Also, I was twenty three, and Mary was fifty years older than me. If I had known that at the time I wouldn't have done it, I would have picked somebody else. However, I didn't have any regrets. I had enjoyed it, and she had probably enjoyed it even more.

"We were just about to send out a search party."

She was smiling, but I could tell my Mother had been concerned.

"Sorry, I would have called you, but my phone is dead. I left the charger in my bedroom."

"We did try calling you. And before I forget, Charlotte wants a word."

I almost winced when Chloe, my Sister, mentioned my girlfriend's name. So I guess deep down there was some guilt about what I had done.

"And where have you been?"

To my ears it sounded like an accusation, but I knew my Mother was only asking.

"I got caught in the rain. I was sheltering in a bus station."

Ten minutes later, when I had enough charge on my phone, I rang Charlotte. I had expected to get the same grilling that my Mother and Sister had given me. However, she didn't ask why I was calling her so late. All she was interested in was to make arrangements for tomorrow. There was a new bar that she wanted to visit. Some of her friends had already been, and she was eager for us to go there and check it out.

For the next two weeks, I kept thinking about returning to, 'The Tavern', but I never got round to it. It was only when I got caught in the rain again, that I ended up there. I knew as I went in that I was using the weather as an excuse. I had my brolly with me, and if I still needed shelter, then the bus station had been nearer.

"I knew you would be back."

"I didn't think you would remember me."

"I never forget a face, but in your case I might make an exception."

Then he laughed, but I just gave him a weak smile. Rick obviously thought he was very funny, but he wasn't. He had even remembered what I had been drinking last time, because he brought me a beer without me having to ask.

"We have made some changes," then he glanced towards the door that leads to the girls, just to make sure that I knew what he was referring to.

I sipped my drink as I waited for him to tell me what those changes were, but he didn't. However, I did get a conspiratorial wink, then a finger pointing towards the door. What was different from last time? Rick wasn't saying, so there was only one way to find out.

When I entered the room, I smiled. Whoever had come up with this idea deserved a pat on the back. It was such a simple change, but so practical. Each door now had a small wooden frame for holding a card, and on the card was the woman's name. It wasn't pot luck anymore. You were now able to choose somebody you liked, or avoid anybody you didn't want to see.

Becky, Anne or Lizzy? Mary was the other one, but her room was occupied. I like the name Lizzy, so I chose her.

This time I didn't need to be reminded about locking the door.

"I am Lizzy. What would you like me to call you?"

"Simon."

A false name might have been better, but using my real one was easier to remember.

"Nice name. I have a Son called Simon," then she giggled before adding, "You can pretend that I am your Mother."

That sent a shudder of excitement down my spine. Deep down I knew that I would like to fuck my Mother, but I also knew it would never happen. But there was nothing wrong about fantasising about it.

It was only as I was unzipping myself, that I noticed that the room was different. It was the same one that I had been in last time, but now there were three holes instead of just the one. It was obvious, because of their size and position, that the two extra ones were for the woman to put her breasts through. For now, they were covered by what looked to be wooden panels. The woman, if she wanted to, would open them up. Also, the hole that I had put my cock in last time, was now a lot bigger, it could easily take a hand.

When the panels opened, and she presented her tits to me, I was ready. My cock was vertical, and I was looked forward to some foreplay, before getting down to fucking her.

Then I noticed it, and I froze. What was I going to do?

"Don't you like them? They are not very big, but I have been told that I have nice nipples."

I Mumbled, "I do like them, and you do have nice nipples."

That made her giggle. She was probably thinking that I was shy, nervous about touching her. If I waited any longer she would wonder what was going on.

I knew that I should leave, but instead I groped one of them, while sucking eagerly on the other.

"Easy tiger."

My Mother has always been a touchy-feely person. When I reached puberty I found that a bit uncomfortable, but by my late teens I had got used to it. She didn't do anything inappropriate, but a boy can get a lot out of their Mother hugging them when she is just wearing a dressing gown, or better still, when it's a swimming costume. There was one instance I remember vividly. I was nineteen, and Mother was serving me breakfast. When she leant over, her dressing gown opened, and her breasts poured out. They were almost in my face. She quickly made herself decent, and we even joked about it, but it had been embarrassing for both of us. However, for me at least, it had also been highly erotic. She hadn't been exposed for long, but there had been time enough for me to get a good look at her nice nipples, and to notice a crescent-shaped birthmark on her left breast.

This woman had the same birthmark, in the same place. She was my Mother, and she didn't know that it was her Son feasting on her nipples. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. The guilt might come later on, but for now it was all about lust. Has there ever been a Son who hasn't wanted to have sex with his Mother? I was going to get to do it, and without her even realising it.

"Do you want to finger me, or just go straight to the fucking?"

I quickly said, "Fingers."

She laughed, before saying, "Good choice."

I was going to continue playing with her tits, while I worked on her cunt, but that wasn't what she wanted. The panels were quickly closed, and the only available hole now was the bottom one. I pushed my hand into the opening, and then I heard her chuckling as I blindly moved my fingers about, without touching anything

"Somebody is keen."

What Son wouldn't be, when he has the opportunity to put his fingers inside his Mother? She let me wait for a few more seconds, then she moved closer so that I could touch her thigh. As my hand moved up, she opened her legs. When my fingers touched her opening I gasped.

"Just two."

They slid in easily, and it was her turn to make a sound. She gave a low satisfying moan. She was very wet, and I could tell it wasn't lubricant, it was all her own juices.

"If you are a good boy, and you take your time, I might let you add more," then she paused, before adding, "Are you a good boy?"

"No, I'm very, very naughty."

That made her laugh, but it turned into a moan when my fingers started moving. I finger fucked her with them for a few minutes, then, without asking, I added a third.

"Fuck, that feels good. But what about my clit?"

She needn't have worried, that was next on my list. When I rubbed it with my thumb she purred.

"Have you got a big cock? My Son has."

That made me gasp again, how did she know?

"I haven't fucked him, but I would like to. I saw his big cock once when he was sleeping. I could see his erection sticking up, so I pulled the covers off. It was at least nine inches," then she sighed, before saying, "I wish my husband was that big."

"I can be your Son. Would you like me to fuck you, Mummy?"

"Oh yes."

I could tell that had got her going.

"And I do have a big cock. It's ten inches."

She then made such a loud moan, that I thought she had climaxed, but thankfully she hadn't. I then quickly removed my fingers. As soon as my cock was through the hole I felt her pushing against it. I closed my eyes as I entered her, this was a moment to saviour. I was proud of her, she wasn't a particularly big woman, but she had managed to take it all.

"Does Mummy like my big cock?"

"Yes, but Mummy will like it even better when you fuck me with it."

Normally I start slowly, but this time, because I was so excited, she got it fast from the beginning.

"Don't stop, fuck my tight little cunt. Give Mummy what she wants."

That spurred me on even more. I wasn't sure about her, but I was now getting dangerously close.

"I hope you are going to come, because I am."

Good, she was ready as well. I managed to hold on until she had climaxed, then as her orgasm was fading, I reached mine. My cock twitched six or seven times as my balls emptied.

I waited a few seconds before pulling out of her. She was the first to speak.

"I was going to stay late, and see another one or two men, but you have well and truly fucked me. I think I will go home," then she laughed, before adding, "I just hope my husband doesn't want any tonight. If he does, then I am going to tell him I have a headache."

She then laughed again, and I joined in. A couple of minutes later I was back in the bar.

"Do you like the improvements we have made?"

I certainly did, and when I told him so he looked pleased. He didn't say, but I got the impression the changes were his idea. Then suddenly, I had a chilling thought.

"Rick, how do the women get to the rooms?"

He must have seen the concern on my face, because he said, "Don't worry, not through the bar. There is a separate entrance at the back."

That was a relief, it would be very embarrassing if Mother saw me here. She might even realise that it had been me who had just fucked her.

On my way home, I started thinking about what we had just done. Did she really not know it was me? I don't think she did. There was a wall between us, that muffled the sound a bit. If I hadn't seen her distinctive birthmark, would I have known it was her? No, I would have been none the wiser.

I was home first, then twenty minutes later Mother arrived.

"Hi, did you have nice time with your friends?"

"I did Simon, and thanks for asking."

Wednesday was her night out, time to relax with friends. I hadn't thought much about it before, but now I knew where she was going, and what she was doing. Did my Father know about it? I would be surprised if he did.

"And what have you been doing?"

I had been doing her, but I would be a fool to spoil things by saying that.

"Just a few drinks," then I paused, before adding, "With friends."

If the friends excuse was good enough for her, then it was good enough for me.

The next day at work, I had a very uncomfortable conversation with Jim, a colleague.

"Somebody was telling me that there is a bar downtown that has rooms with Glory Holes in."

I hadn't heard that term before, but the mention of holes got me thinking, he was probably referring to The Tavern. I tried to look innocent.

"Do you know what happens there?"

He didn't let me answer, before continuing.

"You put your penis through a hole in the wall, and a woman on the other side does things to it."

He now had a look on his face that told me he disapproved.

"That's disgusting."

I put on my best serious face, then I nodded in agreement. I don't think he has much success with women. He might find the idea distasteful, but he should try it. You never know, he might actually like it.

"They call it a Glory Hole, but technically that's not correct."

I wasn't in the mood for one of his lectures, but in order to be sociable, I let him continue.

"It's a hole in a wall through which fellatio or masturbation is conducted incognito between male homosexuals," then he puffed his chest out, proud that he knew that, before continuing with, "But in this case it's between a man and a woman."

I was genuinely impressed with his knowledge, but I tried not to show it, that would only have encouraged him to say more. When I got back to my desk I googled it. I had to smile, he had been word perfect. Everybody knew that Jim could be an irritating shit, but he was the first one you picked to be on your team when it was quiz night.

That evening I went out with Charlotte, and we ended up drinking in a bar that her friend Lilly had recommended. It was quite close to The Tavern, and we even passed it on the way there. I should have felt guilty about what I had done there, but I didn't. Instead I felt excitement, and I knew that I would be returning, and it would be on a Wednesday, when Mother was there again.

I couldn't wait to go back. When it got to Tuesday I was restless, but Wednesday was worse. The day dragged, and I found it very difficult to concentrate. I was glad when work finished. I was the first to leave, which was unusual for me. Thirty minutes later I was inside The Tavern. I was served by Oscar.

"Rick not in today?"

"No, he is on holiday this week."

After two large gulps of beer I was ready. When I opened the door I was hoping that Mother, or Lizzy as she was called here, wasn't already busy. But it was worse than that. I could only choose from, Becky, Anne, Rose or Mary. No Lizzy. My heart sank, all that anticipation for nothing. Perhaps she was working later? Oscar might know.

"Were they all taken?"

Becky and Rose were free, but it was Mother I really wanted.

"No, I thought Lizzy was working."

He smiled, before saying, "So is she your favourite?"

I just nodded.

"Sorry, she was supposed to work today, but we were a girl short yesterday, so she worked then instead."

I almost groaned.

"Is she the one with that mark on her tits?"

"Yes, a birthmark."

"She is one of our best. I have had her a few times."

That made me wince, but I don't think he noticed.

"I will let you into a secret. If you want to get her going, ask her to pretend that you are her Son. She likes that."

As casually as I could manage, I said, "Thanks, I might just do that."

He then went off to serve another customer. Five minutes later I ordered another drink.

"So you don't want one of our other girls?"

I was undecided. Mother not being here had dulled the urge.

"Are there any you recommend?"

"I'm the wrong person to ask. I'm not very choosey, any hole will do, even Mary's."

He then laughed. I didn't join in, so I think he realised that I wasn't happy with what he had just said. He now looked embarrassed, and I thought he might even apologise, but he didn't, instead he bent his head towards me.

"Rose or Anne."

Then he looked around, to check that we couldn't be overheard, before saying.

"Rose, if you are a tit man. They are massive, with nipples you wouldn't believe. But don't bother fucking her, she has a big opening. I tried it, but my cock didn't touch the sides. She had to finish me off by hand."

Then he looked at me to check that I was taking it all in. I nodded.

"But if fisting is your thing."

I shook my head.

"Anne is our youngest, she is twenty five. I am not complaining, but I can't understand why she works here, it can't be for the money because we don't pay much. She is my favourite."

I could tell he was now thinking about her. From what he had said she sounded OK, but I wanted more details.

"What's special about her?"

"Tiny, with small tits, and the face of an angel. She is so small that when you fuck her it feels as if you cock is massive."

I thanked him, then I got back to my drink, and he got back to his bar work. Rose or Anne, or even one of the other two? I couldn't decide. I was even considering going home, but it had been three days since my balls had been drained, so I stayed.

I had decided on Anne, but she wasn't free, so I settled on Rose.

"What's your name big boy?"

"Simon, but how do you know I'm big?"

She then laughed. It was a full uninhibited one, and I could tell she didn't care if they could hear it in the next room.

"I always say that. It makes all the men feel good, even the ones who wished they had a few more inches."

That's something I have never wished for. Ten inches is enough for me, and for all the women I have been with.

"You are in for a treat. If you have ever seen a better pair of tits than mine, then I will give you your money back."

I had to laugh, this was included in the admission fee at the door, but my laughter was drowned out by hers. For now it was endearing, but I had the feeling that later on it would irritate me.

If I had paid her, I wouldn't be getting any money back. Her tits weren't just huge, they were firm as well, and they were topped by the thickest and longest nipples I had ever seen. Oscar had sung their praises, and rightly so. The two holes were big enough for most women, but not for her. She had pushed a lot into my room, but it looked as if there was still more on the other side.

For the next ten minutes I worshiped them. They had my full attention. I pinched and stretched her gorgeous nipples, then I sucked on them until my jaw ached. Oscar had said not to fuck her, but I was going to, if she would let me.

"Can I fuck you?"

"I thought you would never ask," then after she had finished laughing, she said, "But you need a big thick cock. I am not some teeny weeny size zero girl, who would struggle to take a little finger. I am a big woman, with a big pussy."

When I put my cock through the hole, it felt as if I was auditioning. I would only get to fuck her if she thought my cock was suitable. It's a long time, if ever, that I have been nervous about a woman seeing my cock for the first time.

I heard something, it sounded as if she was licking her lips.

"I like it, but I think my pussy will like it even better."

I waited for her to laugh, but thankfully this time she didn't. I was pleased I had passed the test, and I was now eager to start.

She didn't waste any time getting me inside her. As soon as my cock was at her opening, she had quickly pushed back, taking all of it in one go. Oscar was right, she was big, but there was some tightness there. Her cunt was definitely fuckable, but it required a long thick cock. One like mine.

"What's your name big boy?"

"Simon."

"OK Simon, this is what I want from you. You are going to fuck me hard. Nice long strokes using your full length. It's a long time since I have been fucked to a climax, but you are going to do it. I will be disappointed if you come before I do."

So no pressure.

I started slowly, but she immediately urged me to go quicker. After five minutes she was grunting at the end of each stroke.

"This is good, but you need to do better."

I felt as if I was failing. I was now determined to give her that climax that she had asked for, even if I didn't reach it, so I upped the pace.

"I like that, don't stop."

I didn't, but after doing it for another ten minutes, I was wishing that I could. She was getting to the boil, but I had no idea how much longer she would need before she actually reached it. I was a young fit man, but even so, there was a limit to how long I could fuck for without collapsing through exhaustion. Then a thought flashed through my mind, I might die. That made me smile, what would they put on the death certificate as the cause? Then I cleared my head, this was serious business, I needed to get back to work.

She was now being fucked harder than I had ever fucked anybody before. Her grunting had turned into loud moans, almost as loud as her laughter had been. They must be able to hear her in the next room.

It was brutal but it did the trick. As she climaxed she started to writhe, and her cunt contracted, squeezing my cock. That took me over the edge. More by luck than good judgment, we had both come together.

I quickly pulled out of her, but she didn't move until at least another minute, and then it was another few seconds before she spoke.

"Simon, you had better come back and see me again."

I didn't need to think about it. We had both enjoyed it, so why wouldn't I come back?

"I will," then I muttered under my breath, "But only when my Mother isn't here."

When I got back to the bar I could tell Oscar was eager to talk to me.

"You were a long time. Who did you see?"

"Rose."

"And was I right about those tits of hers?"

"Yes you were, they are magnificent."

"What about her..."

I didn't let him finish, "You were right about that as well. She had to finish me off by hand."

He was so pleased that I had confirmed his opinion of Rose, that he gave me a complimentary beer. I had been tempted to tell him that I had fucked her to a climax, but that might have got him wondering why he hadn't been able to do that. Not all men are lucky enough to have a cock the size of mine.

When I returned the following Wednesday, I knew that Mother was working. I had been trying all week to think of some way of asking her what day she was going out with her friends. She would be suspicious if I just asked without a good reason. On Tuesday morning, at breakfast, my problem was solved when Mother told my Sister that she was going out Wednesday night.

Rick was back, and there was no sign of Oscar.

"Hi Rick, nice holiday?"

He spent the next five minutes telling me about it, and I found out that Oscar was his Brother.

As I opened the door I was apprehensive, perhaps Mother was really out with her friends. I checked the doors, Rose, Mary, Vicky, and the last one, Lizzy. I punched the air with excitement. She was working, and she was free now.

"Hello, I am Simon. Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do, how could I forget my Son," then she giggled.

For a split second I thought she knew, but then I realised it was all part of the pretence.

"And I remember your cock. I would like some more of that," then she giggled again.

This time it had sounded more girly, as if she was much younger than she was. She might be forty three, but she could still get excited at the thought of a big cock. But not as excited as I was at the thought of fucking her again.

As I played with her nipples, I looked closely at the birthmark on her breast. My Father must have seen it so many times now, that I bet he hardly notices it, but I found it fascinating.

"I like your birthmark."

"Years ago I was thinking of having it removed, but my Husband talked me out of it. I am glad he did."

Then she giggled, and I wondered why.

"My Son Simon saw it when he was eighteen. It was by accident. I was leaning over and my dressing gown opened. He got a good look at my tits, and I could tell that he saw it."

I was nineteen, not eighteen. I even remember the day, it was a Tuesday.

"What I wanted to do was to let him suck on them, but I knew that was wrong."

I almost groaned, if I had known that at the time I might have reached out for them.

"Simon, please will you suck my tits."

"Yes Mummy."

I spent ten glorious minutes on them. Rose has a much better pair, but the fact that she was my Mother, made it far more exciting.

Now it was time for her cunt. This time she was so wet that she got three fingers straight away. She gave a deep moan of approval when they were fully in. Last time I had rubbed her clit with my thumb. I was going to do that again, but first I wanted to try something different. I rotated my fingers so that my thumb could explore her ring.

When I pushed the tip of it in, she purred.

"You naughty boy, putting your thumb into Mummy's bottom."

That sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I suddenly realised, that my prim and proper Mother, who was a respected member of our community, was really a dirty bitch, who was up for anything.

As nice as her bottom was, her honey pot was better. When my thumb touched her clit she almost climaxed.

"Easy. Mummy is too excited."

For the next few minutes, I tried to be as gentle as possible, but even the lightest touch was making her squirm.

"I am going to have to fuck you."

That got a quick, "Yes," from her.

Her tits might not be as good as Rose's, but she had the better cunt. I was now deep up her, and it felt amazing.

"One day I might let my Son fuck me," then she moaned as I fucked her hard, before adding, "I hope he is as good as you."

That day had already passed, and I was now doing it again. I was tempted to tell her who I really was, but despite her admitting that she wanted to do it, that was no guarantee that she would actually agree to do it. It was best not to tell her. I was getting to fuck her, and she was none the wiser.

After only a few minutes I could tell she was ready to come. I had been hoping for at least ten minutes, fifteen would have been perfect. However, there was nothing I could do now except finish her off, and make sure it was a big one.

When she climaxed she was almost as loud as Rose had been. There was a lot of moaning and groaning from her, and some words that I couldn't make out. My orgasm was simpler. I just grunted once, then my cock twitched a few times until my balls were drained. I wasn't complaining, it's just that women do seem to have the better climax. Neither of us spoke until I was about to leave,

"Thanks Lizzy, that was really good."

"I enjoyed it as well. Simon..."

Then she stopped. My hand was on the door handle, and I was about to leave, but I waited. I knew she was going to say more.

"Tell me what you think of this," then I heard her take a deep breath before continuing with, "Next week I want you to come back. When you see me I will have my Daughter with me. Would you like both of us together?"

My head was now spinning.

I blurted out, "Your real Daughter?"

"Yes, but it's just for you. So don't tell Rick, or any of the others."

"Why?"

"She has a fantasy about fucking her Brother. This way she can do it without anybody getting hurt. So are you up for it?"

I nodded my head vigorously, then I realised I had to speak.

"Yes."

"Thank you. I was worried that you might not want to."

This was every schoolboy's wet dream, your Mother and Sister at the same time. There was no way I would not want to do it.

Back at the bar I drank two beers in quick succession. Ricky gave me a funny look, but he didn't say anything. This time Mother was back home before me, she must have left The Tavern shortly after I had left her room.

The next day we had breakfast together. Father had his nose in the newspaper, and we hardly got a word out of him. My Mother and Sister talked non-stop, and both of them appeared to be in a good mood. Had Chloe been told about what was going to happen next Wednesday? I would say yes.

For the next few days I found it a bit uncomfortable being around my Mother and Sister. I got an uneasy feeling that they both knew that I was the Simon that they would be seeing on Wednesday. But that was ridicules, there was no reason why that was the case.

I had managed to get myself so worked up, that I decided to ease the tension by visiting The Tavern Monday night after work. Before I had even managed to sit at the bar, Rick had got me my beer. I was now a regular, and I was been treated like one.

Rose was free, but I picked Anne. Oscar had rated her, so I was happy to try her out.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

I knew she was twenty five, because Oscar had told me, but she sounded as if she was a lot younger. It was exciting, but a bit creepy as well. If I hadn't known her age I would have walked out. Young yes, under age, definitely not. And it's always better to be safe than sorry.

When she pushed her tits through, I was surprised how small they were. They made my Mother's look huge. However they were nice and firm, and her nipples were pert. After a few minutes my cock was straining to get out. I had to briefly stop so that I could take my trousers and underwear off.

"Have you got your cock out?"

"Yes, and it's ready to fuck you."

She cooed with excitement, before saying, "I am only a little girl. Please be gentle with me."

As I put my cock into the hole, I waited for her response.

"Fuck me. That's a nice cock."

Yes, that's what I was intending to do. That's if the sight of it hadn't put her off.

"I need some extra lube for this."

I would have preferred it without, but she was the one to know if she needed it or not, so I kept quiet.

It was another minute before I felt her cunt lips touching the head of my cock. Then slowly, very slowly, she pushed back against me. She struggled with the first couple of inches, then she rested halfway, before continuing. It must have been uncomfortable, but she took it all.

"Let me get used to it. It feels like you are splitting me in two. If it gets too much for me you might have to take it out."

I hoped it wouldn't come to that. Her tight little cunt was gripping my cock like a vice, and it felt good, but it would feel even better when I started fucking her.

"OK, but slowly."

We were now fucking, but almost in slow motion. After a couple of minutes, I speeded up. She didn't complain.

"Harder."

Good, she was now ready for a proper fuck. Surprisingly, she managed to keep going for another five minutes, the last two taking full strokes. When she climaxed, I only needed another stroke before I joined her. As her tiny cunt pulsed, it squeezed out all my seed.

Back at the bar Rick asked me who I had been with. I told him.

"What do you think about that voice of hers? Some customers think she puts it on, but it's her real voice."

I shook my head, "Yes, I can't believe she is twenty five."

"They have to be at least twenty one to work here. Don't worry, she is legal, but I must say I did check her passport very carefully when she first started."

It had been a good experience, but I was already thinking about Wednesday. I still couldn't believe that I would be seeing both of them together. I didn't talk much with my Father, but when I did it was mostly sport or politics. However, it looked as if my Mother and Sister talked about their sex lives, and what their fantasies were. It must be a woman thing, because I would curl up and die if my Father ever started telling me about what he did in bed.

I hadn't planned to go out Tuesday night, but Charlotte called. Her parents were away for the night so we had the house to ourselves, and she was obviously eager for me to join her. Ten minutes after I got there, we were in bed together. The sex was good, and she got the climax she wanted. I had one as well, but I would rather have saved it for tomorrow. I stayed the night, but I left early while she was still asleep. If I had waited until she woke she might have wanted to be fucked again. I might manage twice in one day, my Mother and Sister, but three times was too much.

I only worked a half-day. I had a dental check-up at two, and some jobs to do, so I took the afternoon off as holiday. I was back at home for five, and my Mother and Sister were there, but they were ready to go out.

"Where are you two lovely ladies going to?"

They shared a knowing look, then Mother said, "That would be telling," then they both giggled.

Then, with a more serious face, Mother said, "I am meeting up with my friends, and Chloe is coming with me."

She sounded convincing, and I wondered if that was what they were actually going to do. If that was the case, then I was in for a disappointing night. Ten minutes later they left, but I waited until six before I went out.

"It's nice to see you Simon, but twice in one week."

Rick was smiling, and I could tell there was no malice in his observation.

I shrugged my shoulders, before saying, "What can I say? I have a big appetite."

Then I heard him mutter under his breath, "And a big cock."

I pretended I hadn't heard him. The women must have been talking about me.

I didn't want to appear too eager, so I finished my drink before going into the back room. Lizzy's card was on the second door, but the sign was red. I would have to wait. I didn't like it, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Let me guess, Lizzy is busy?"

I just nodded. Rick smiled, then he got me another drink. I waited another fifteen minutes before trying again. This time it was green.

"Hi, it's Simon."

"Hello Simon, I have been waiting for you. And so far tonight I have managed to please all the customers without fucking any of them. So you have a nice clean pussy to work with," then she giggled, and I heard another person join in.

"Is your Daughter there?"

"Yes I am, nice to meet you."

I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Likewise."

I wasn't sure how this would work. I got the feeling we would make it up as we went along. It started with the two top holes being opened, then they were both filled with tit. The left with Mother's and the right with my Sister's.

I was like a kid in a candy store, where should I start?

"Suck me."

It was my Sister. As I did what she had asked, I also tweaked Mother's nipple. I then kept switching. Both tits were nice, but my Sister was only twenty, so hers was firmer.

"Do you like playing with your Mother and Sister?"

I mumbled, "Yes," and they both giggled.

"You are a naughty boy. What are you?"

I reluctantly raised my head from my Sister, so that I could speak.

"Mummy, I am very naughty."

One of them squealed with delight. It sounded like Chloe, but I couldn't be certain.

I then got back to work on their tits, but a couple of minutes later Mother spoke again.

"Don't you think it's time to finger us?"

I did, but who should I start with?

"Mummy, do you want to be first?"

They both giggled, then my Sister said, "Put both your hands through the hole. We can have one each."

My right hand was now exploring my Mother's opening, while the left one was concentrating on my Sister's large lips. They were big and chunky. If she put her cunt to the hole I might be able to suck on them. I might even suggest that later on.

"Do you have a Sister?"

My Mother seemed eager to know.

"Yes," then I almost said Chloe, but I managed to stop myself just in time.

"She is called Charlotte."

My Sister giggled, before saying, "That's the name of my Brother's girlfriend."

I now had three fingers up both of them, and my cock was so hard in my trousers, that it felt as if it was going to burst. I was desperate to fuck them both, but I was happy to keep my fingers in them for as long as they wanted me to.

It was OK for the first five minutes, then it got difficult. My Sister was much nearer to her orgasm than Mother. I was now fingering Mother hard, but easing up on Chloe. I didn't want either of them to come until they were on the end of my cock.

"Should we stop?"

It was Mother, and I knew she was asking my Sister, and not me.

She got a quick, "Yes," back from her.

When I removed my fingers, they both sighed at the same time. That made them laugh. As I put my cock through the hole, I wondered who I would get first. Had that already been decided earlier on?

"It's me first, then you get to fuck your little Sister."

I was quickly into her. My aim was to finish her as soon as I could, then get to work on Chloe. If everything went to plan, she would climax, but I wouldn't. I wanted to save it for my Sister.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, I realised that I had a problem. Her cunt felt so good, and all the noise she was making was getting me excited. If I didn't concentrate I was going to come, and perhaps even before she did.

For the next five minutes, I tried to think about anything that would delay my orgasm. Differential Calculus did the trick, but I had to stop that because it was working too well, my cock was starting to lose some of its firmness. I then settled on thinking about work, that was always a passion killer.

Two minutes later she started to tense up, then she climaxed. I kept fucking her until I was sure that she was well into it. Then I stopped, but I kept my cock in her. It only came out when her orgasm had passed, and she moved away from me.

I then heard them whispering to each other. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but there was a lot of giggling going on.

It then went quiet, and my Sister said, "Now it's my turn."

I just kept my cock still, letting her push herself back against it. She only stopped when my balls were flat against her.

"My Brother has a big cock, just like yours. It might even be bigger."

No, it was the same size.

"I want you to fuck me hard until I scream like a dirty bitch."

My Sister might be younger than me, but she can be very bossy. Over the years she has asked me to do lots of things for her that I have said no to. This wasn't going to be one of them.

I started slowly, because I wanted to saviour it, but it soon became frantic. I couldn't help it, her ripe cunt was begging to be fucked, and I was desperate to give it what it wanted.

"Fuck, this is too hard."

I didn't care. I wanted it hard, and that was what she was going to get. After another minute, she spoke again

"Yes, don't stop."

I had to smile, but only briefly. Fucking your Sister is a serious business, you need to concentrate.

When she started to gasp, I knew she was close. I was as well. I could keep going for another two or three minutes, but no more than that. I upped the pace, and that did the trick. After a few seconds the gasping stopped, and I was worried that she had stopped breathing. However, when she then screamed, I knew she was OK. Fortunately it wasn't too loud, but it had signalled the start of her climax. And it was a big one. As it surged through her body, I kept my cock still, but she rocked against it. That was enough to make we come as well. It took me a while to empty my balls, but she was still in it when I had finished. I waited until she was still, and not moaning, before pulling out.

When she had recovered, there was more whispering between them.

Then my Sister asked, "Who did you like the best?"

I shook my head as I laughed, there was no way I was going to answer that.

Back in the bar, Rick greeted me with, "What took you so long," then I got a knowing smile. I took my time finishing my beer. Then I decided to celebrate with a double of my favourite malt whisky. I winced when he told me how much it would cost, but nothing, not even an overpriced drink, was going to take the shine off the day.

I enjoyed the whisky so much, that I ordered another. That would have to be my limit, anymore and I would be going home drunk, and that would spoil the day.

Could life be any better? Then I laughed out loud.. Yes it could, if I had another Sister!

83 Glory Hole Ch. 02

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When I woke the next day, I could still taste the whisky in my mouth. Against my better judgment I had stayed for a third, and then a fourth. And they had been doubles. However, despite being the worse for wear, I could still manage a smile when I thought about what had happened at The Tavern. I had fucked both my Mother and Sister through the Glory Hole, without them realising who I really was.

As I showered, I wondered how I had got home. I remembered somebody helping me into a car, then it all got a bit hazy. It must have been a taxi, but I had no recollection of the journey, and more worryingly, no recollection of how I had got into bed.

I took my time dressing. I wasn't eager to go downstairs and face the music, but I knew that it was better to get it over and done with now, rather than hiding in the bedroom until they had left for work.

When I entered the kitchen Mother greeted me with, "Are you OK?"

She sounded concerned.

"I'm a bit hungover," then I gave her a weak smile before adding, "But I'll live."

"Breakfast?"

I shook my head, even just the mention of food was making me queasy. I would eat later when I was feeling better.

"Drink this."

I took the coffee from her. I winced when I sipped it, she had made it strong and sweet. It was her cure for a hangover.

"You are up early, considering."

I turned my head, it was from Chloe who had just entered the kitchen.

"What do you mean?"

"You were in a bit of a state last night," then she shook her head, before adding, "And you were singing."

I groaned, I had obviously embarrassed myself.

"Your Father was out, so we had to put you to bed."

My Sister then glanced at Mother, and they both laughed.

"I am glad you found it funny."

"It was hard work. You are a big boy," then she giggled.

My Sister nodded in agreement, and I felt my face redden. There had been a slight emphasis on 'big', so it sounded as if they had taken the opportunity to have a good look at my cock after removing my underwear. They might even have stroked it, and then watched in fascination as it climbed to its full length. If they had, then it was a waste, because I had no memory of it.

"Just after we had undressed you, Charlotte turned up. She was concerned because you hadn't answered any of her calls."

Then my Sister chipped in with, "She stayed for an hour just to make sure you were OK."

So nothing had happened. However, I got the feeling that if my girlfriend hadn't interrupted them, they would have made me climax, probably by hand, but perhaps even by one of them fucking me.

"I think you had better call her."

Mother was right. Charlotte had been worried about me, so I now needed to call her to let her know I was still alive. After ten minutes of ear bashing I wished I hadn't. I lost count of the number of times I apologised.

At work I kept being asked if I was alright. I told them I was feeling a bit under the weather, probably a virus. That got me a lot of sympathy, but I felt guilty for telling a lie.

For the next few days I got a lot of ribbing from my Mother and Sister, and the cold shoulder from my girlfriend. It was Sunday before Charlotte agreed to see me again. I made it up to her by taking her to an expensive Italian restaurant. After some good food, and even better wine, I was significantly poorer, but I had been forgiven. We ended the evening by making love, and I made sure she had a big climax.

The next day, after work, I went to The Tavern. I needed to see Rick to apologise.

"And how are you today sir?"

I mumbled, "OK thanks," as I handed him the admission fee. I think he was working last Wednesday, so he must have seen me making a fool of myself.

"Simon, nice to see you again," then he paused before adding, "Whisky?"

I shook my head, and he laughed.

"Sorry Rick, it won't happen again."

He gave me a nice smile, then he shrugged his shoulders, before saying, "Some people are angry drunks, but you were a happy drunk."

"So I didn't do anything embarrassing?"

"Apart from singing, no."

I groaned. I must try to stop doing that when I have drunk too much.

"Who put me in the taxi?"

He pointed to the large man at the door. The one who had greeted me when I had arrived.

"I think you owe him a drink."

I nodded. Then, after finishing my beer, I went over to thank him. He was surprised that I was apologising, and even more so when I mentioned getting him a drink.

"It's all part of the job."

He said no to the drink, but at least I had offered.

When I got back to the bar there was another beer waiting for me. Rick was busy with other customers, but as soon as he was free he joined me.

"Are you not seeing any of the girls today?"

"No, I just came to make sure I hadn't been barred."

"It takes a lot more than what you did before that happens," then he glanced towards the back room, before adding, "We have some new girls."

That got me interested, and five minutes later I was seeing who was free. Out of the four, three were new, but all their rooms were occupied. The only green one was Rose, who I had seen before. Should I go back and wait? Then I remembered her massive tits, and her unbelievable nipples.

"Rose, it's Simon. Do you remember me?"

"Are you the Simon with the monster cock?"

"Yes."

"Then I remember you, I never forget a big cock."

As she laughed, I shook my head. This woman didn't care how loud she was, and who could hear her.

The panels were now open, and her very large breasts were pushing into the room. I didn't waste any time before getting to work on them. I spent five minutes just sucking on one nipple, before moving to the other.

"You can nibble on them, but not too hard."

I then did what she had asked, and I was careful to only do it gently. She was now moaning a lot, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her. We continued like this for several more minutes.

"That's enough for me, I now want something else."

Good, she was ready to be fucked.

"I want you to fuck my tits."

That surprised me. I had done it before, when I was younger, but only to women who would not let me go all the way. It was a way of keeping me happy, without having to open their legs.

"Don't you want to?"

I would rather fuck her, but I was happy to go along with what she wanted.

"Yes, but do you want me to come on them, or save it so that I can fuck you after?"

"I want you to pour it all over them, then I want you to rub it in."

I was now standing on the chair that had been in the corner of the room. It was a little too high, so I had to bend my knees a bit to get the best position.

It felt good to be between her tits, almost as good as her cunt. As I fucked them, I played with her nipples.

"I have three fingers up my pussy, and I am rubbing my clit. Let me know when you are going to come so that I can finish myself off."

After a few more minutes, she spoke again

"It's now four. You had better hurry up."

It sounded as if she wasn't going to last much longer. I was now fucking her tits as hard as I would have fucked her cunt. In another minute or so I would reach it, perhaps even before she did.

"I'm nearly there."

She was now moaning almost continuously, and I could hear the squelching of her fingers as they moved inside her.

"FUCK!"

It was as loud as her laugh was, then she climaxed. Her tits were now jiggling about as her orgasm surged through her body. A few seconds later I spurted onto her. I then waited until my cock started to go limp, before removing it from between her magnificent breasts.

"I hope yours was a big one, mine was."

Then, before I could answer, she laughed. I just shook my head, then I started to massage it into her tits. It was five minutes before she asked me to stop.

When I got back to the bar, Rick was eager to know who I had seen. He seemed disappointed that I hadn't seen one of the new girls.

"You should have waited. Next time, if you can, see Alice. I want to know what you think of her."

He wouldn't tell me any more than that, but it would be wise to take his advice and see the new girl. But that would have to wait, the next time I would be here was Wednesday, to see my Mother, and hopefully my Sister as well.

On Wednesday morning we all ate breakfast together, even Father.

As casually as I could, I asked, "Are you two going out tonight?"

"I am, but your Sister is undecided," then after glancing at Chloe, she said, "I want her to, but she has other plans."

I left it at that. Any more questions might make them suspicious. Hopefully Mother would persuade her.

Five minutes after getting into work, my boss called me into her office.

"This needs to be done today," then she gave me a brief smile, before continuing with, "You might have to work late."

"Not a problem."

When I got back to my desk I read all the documents she had given me. It was a tough ask, but I could manage it if I gave it my full attention. However, there was no way I could finish it before seven, and that was being optimistic. As I started on it, I tried to look on the bright side. Seven, or even a bit later, would still give me time to visit The Tavern.

By lunch time I was still on track, but I couldn't afford to slacken up because I still had some tricky bits left to do, so I got a sandwich to eat at my desk.

I was on my second mouthful when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jim coming towards me. I put my head down, hoping he would walk past.

"Did you know that the largest dinosaur that ever lived was Argentinosaurus huinculensis?"

I gave him an intimidating stare, then in a firm voice I said, "No."

"Some people think it's Bruhathkayosaurus, but that's only speculation."

He looked pleased with himself. I was tempted to tell him to piss off, but that would have been harsh. A five minute break wasn't going to do any harm.

"No Jim. That was very interesting."

It ended up being fifteen. When he left I gave a deep sigh. He was definitely the office bore, and I was grateful that his desk was at the other end of the office. I pitied the person who had to sit next to him.

It was ten past seven when I eventually finished, everybody else had already left. Half an hour later I was at The Tavern.

"You're late."

"Yes Rick, it has been one of those days."

"So you need a whisky?"

I shook my head, and he grinned. We both knew it would be a long time before I would be back on the spirits.

I finished half of my beer in one gulp. Now it was time to go to the back room. As I approached the door I had a sinking feeling, I just knew that Mother wouldn't be there. It had been a shitty day so far, and it was going to get worse. However, Lizzy was working, and she was free now.

"It's Simon."

I heard a giggle, then Mother said, "We thought you weren't coming."

The mention of 'we', sent a shudder of excitement down my spine, my Sister was here as well. So it wasn't a shitty day, it was a good day, and I was going to make the most of it.

"I hope you ladies are ready, because I am going to give you both the best fuck you have ever had."

This time they both giggled.

"Yes, Mummy would like that."

Then Chloe chipped in with, "And your Sister would like that as well."

As I undressed, the panels were opened, and the holes were quickly filled with their tits. I looked at one, then the other. I now had a huge smile on my face, I was going to enjoy this.

I was now sucking deeply on my Sister, and pinching Mother's nipple. My cock was rock hard, ready to fuck, but I was going to wait as long as possible before doing that.

Every few minutes I switched. I was now sucking harder, and pinching rougher, but they didn't complain, instead they responded by moaning louder. It felt as if this would never end, that none of us were willing to stop. However, five minutes later, Mother wanted a change.

"Simon, stop now."

I smiled, their tits had been good, but I knew there was now going to be something much better. I put my cock through the hole, and closed my eyes as I waited for one of them to push themselves against it. Who would it be?

The panels were now closed, and I could hear whispering. When I heard them giggling I knew they had decided who was going to be first. I couldn't tell, but it felt good. It was warm and wet, and it was tight against my cock, but it wasn't a cunt, it was a mouth.

I hadn't expected that, but I wasn't going to complain, and I was definitely not going to ask them to stop.

"Do you like Mummy sucking your big cock?"

That was my Sister, so I was in my Mother's mouth.

"We are going to take turns until you reach it. Then you are going to fuck both of us to a climax. You need to come twice, once in each of us."

I liked the sound of that, but I wasn't sure I could climax twice in such a short time. However, my Sister had made it clear what was expected from me, so I needed to perform.

I knew my Mother had many talents. She was a superb cook, good at DIY, and an expert gardener. But I didn't know that she was also a champion cock sucker. Her oral skills were up there with the best I have ever had, and I have had lots. She was taking at least seven or eight inches, and she wasn't gagging. I was being slowly taken towards a climax by an expert. Then it changed.

It was now my Sister's turn, and it felt different. It was good, but she hadn't yet acquired Mother's skill. However, she was only twenty, so lots of time to learn. One thing she needed to learn was to only take in as much as she could manage. Young women see it as a challenge, that they have to swallow all of it, even when it is too big for them. What happens then is that they gag a lot and therefore there is no rhythm. That was what my Sister was doing.

It was now Mother's turn again. They then settled on switching every two or three minutes, and each time my Sister was getting better. She was obviously watching what Mother was doing, and taking notes.

I was now getting close to climaxing, and it was going to be a good one. I was even finding it difficult to know whose mouth I was in. When they switched over it was seamless. They even managed to take me to the edge a couple of times before finishing me off. When I eventually came, with a loud grunt, I had no idea who was swallowing it, but it almost choked them.

"That was a lot," then she giggled.

It was my Mother, so my Sister was going to get my second climax, that is if I could manage another one.

They let me rest for five minutes, then they were eager to start again. This time when I pushed my cock through the hole it was only semi-erect. That made them both laugh. I guess it did look funny, but laughing wasn't going to help me to get it firm enough to fuck. However, when I thought about where I was go to put it, into my Mother, it stiffened up.

When she pushed against it, and it slid in, I knew that I could dismiss any worries about going limp. I was now eager to fuck her, and then to get to work on my little Sister.

I was now thrusting into her hard and strong, and she was taking my full ten inches without any problems. At the end of each stroke she grunted, and she was getting louder.

"Hurry up."

It was Chloe, and I could hear the frustration in her voice.

"If you don't finish soon I am going to play with myself, and it won't take me long to come."

"NO," then Mother added, "Rub my clit, that will help me."

A few seconds later I heard a low moan, and I smiled. My Sister was now helping us out.

"That's good, but a little lower."

This time Mother purred.

"That's the spot. Now don't stop."

She was now being fucked by me, and her clit pleasured by her Daughter. That was a winning combination that was definitely going to make her climax. It did, but surprisingly it took at least another five minutes. When her orgasm surged through her body, and her cunt contracted, it almost made me come as well.

As soon as I was out of her I felt my Sister's opening touch the head of my cock. She wasn't just eager to be fucked, she was desperate. When I was fully in her she gave a long low sigh, it was the frustration melting away.

"Now fuck me hard," then she paused before adding, "And I mean REALY hard."

So this wasn't going to be gentle or subtle, it was going to be fast and furious. It took me a minute to get into my stride, then she was getting what she had asked for.

"Harder."

I upped the pace, and the noise of my balls slapping against her as I went in deep, got louder.

"Chloe, are you OK?"

Mother sounded concerned.

"Yes," grunted my Sister, then she added, "I'm going to fucking come."

As Mother giggled, Chloe climaxed, but I continued with the fucking. Thirty seconds later, while my Sister was making whimpering sounds, I emptied my balls into her. It was my second climax, but it felt as good as the first one.

As I was getting dressed, I could hear them whispering. I had no idea what they were talking about, but there was a lot of laughing and giggling as well.

"Thank you ladies, that was good. No, it was VERY good. Same again next week?"

I was expecting a quick yes from them, but there was just silence for a few seconds, then my Sister said, "Should we tell him?"

My heart sank, it sounded as if this was the end.

"We need a favour from you."

I now wasn't just worried, I was also curious. What favour did they want from me?

"Don't come to see us next Wednesday."

"Why?"

"We are going to get my Son to come here instead, and arrange it so that he sees me. But he won't know that he is fucking his Mother."

"How are you going to do that?"

"We have a plan."

Then my Sister added, "But we don't want to say any more than that."

When I got back to the bar I was in a state of shock.

"You look as if you have seen a ghost."

I gave Rick a weak smile, then I said, "It's Lizzy, she has worn me out."

He laughed, then he got me another beer. I hadn't mentioned Chloe, because from what my Mother had said before, Rick didn't know about her.

For the next half hour I tried to guess what their plan was. They needed to get me to come to The Tavern, and then to pick Lizzy, without me knowing who Lizzy really was. It sounded impossible. Eventually I stopped, thinking about it was giving me a headache.

After my third beer I decided it was time to leave. However, as I was about to get up, I saw Jim from work coming out of the back room. I turned my head away from him, then I held my breath, but fortunately he walked past me, heading towards the exit.

"Who was that?"

I guess what I had done wasn't subtle. It hadn't fooled Rick, so there was no point in denying it.

"Somebody from work."

He nodded, his face was now serious.

"I understand, it would have been embarrassing for both of you."

He then leant towards me, and said, "He has been in a few times. He always sees Mary."

Then, with a smirk on his face, he continued with, "Last week he told me he is going to ask her out. I think he is in love with her."

"Does he know that..."

Rick cut me off with a quick, "No," then he shook his head, before adding, "For some reason he thinks she is a similar age to him."

Jim was mid-thirties, but Mary was over seventy. I looked at Rick, why hadn't he told him?

He must have guessed what I was thinking, because he shrugged his shoulders, then said, "I hadn't the heart to tell him."

On my way home I thought about Jim. I just hoped that Mary wouldn't agree to see him away from The Tavern, that would shatter his dreams.

The next day I didn't see Mother or Chloe. When I went down for breakfast they had already left, and after work I was out with Charlotte until late. However, they were constantly on my mind. Not just what had happened at The Tavern, but also trying to work out what their plan was.

By Monday morning I had given up thinking about it, whatever it was I was going to find out soon. When I got into work there was a note on my desk from my boss.

'Simon, please come to my office'.

I looked at my watch, did I have time for a coffee? No, I had arrived late for work so I needed to go and see her now. When I entered her office, her face was stern. I was in trouble.

"This bad timekeeping has to stop."

I was about to apologise, but then she smiled. It was her idea of a joke.

"George has seen the work that you did for me last week. He was very impressed."

Back at my desk I was buzzing. Victoria was a good boss, easy to work for, but George could be difficult. He very rarely praised anybody.

"Do you know what I did last night?"

It was Jim, I hadn't seen him approaching my desk. This was the first time we had talked since I had seen him at The Tavern last week. Had he been back again since then?

"No Jim, tell me."

"I was reading up about dinosaurs."

I inwardly groaned, but I didn't let it show on my face. For some reason he had recently taken an interest in dinosaurs, and he was now keen to share his knowledge to whoever would listen.

"The first dinosaur was Nyasasaurus parringtoni."

"Do you like Mary?"

There was now a look of horror on his face, and I could tell he was desperately trying to think of what to say. I had done it to shut him up, but I was now feeling guilty, so I put him out of his misery.

"My cousin Jenifer has just had a baby girl, and they can't decide on the name. I was going to suggest Mary. What do you think?"

It took him a few seconds to compose himself, then he said, "It's the anglicized form of Maria, which is derived from the Hebrew Miryām. It's a nice name."

I just nodded, and Jim left. I had enjoyed doing it, to see him squirm, but I wouldn't be able to do anything like that again. Jim might be irritating, but he was also very clever. If I mentioned Mary again he would know what I was really referring to, and then he would quickly come to the conclusion that the only way I would know that he has being seeing her, was because I also visited The Tavern.

After work I made my way there, hoping Jim wasn't doing the same thing. I was now going a couple of times a week, so it was only a matter of time before we would see each other at The Tavern, but I wasn't eager for it to happen.

"Angela."

That's all Jim said, then he got me a beer. I thanked him, then I decided to try her.

"I am Angela, who the fuck are you?"

That made me smile. I was still smiling when I shouted, "Simon."

"Have I seen you before?"

"No."

"I thought not. Simon is a posh name, I would have remembered it."

I wasn't sure if she had just insulted me, but I let it slide.

"And what perverted sex act would you like to perform on me?"

"You choose."

"Good answer," then she laughed. She was loud, but not in the same league as Rose.

The panels then opened, and two large tis were pushed into the room. They were a nice size, but what got my attention were the nipples. They were thick and swollen, begging to be sucked.

"Do you like breast milk?"

"What?"

Then she said it again, but this time slowly as if I was an idiot.

"I don't know."

"Well now's your chance to find out."

The first suck was tentative, just enough to get a taste.

"It's sweeter than cow's milk."

"Yes, and it comes in much nicer containers," then she laughed, before adding, "But do you like it?"

I didn't answer her, instead I put my mouth back onto her nipple. For the next ten minutes I sucked long and hard, only stopping so that I could switch over to the other one.

"I think that's enough, you need to leave some for the baby."

As soon as my mouth was off her, she closed the panels.

"I want to see your cock?"

When I pushed it through the hole, she gasped.

"I don't fuck, I save that for my partner," then she paused before adding, "But I am going to make an exception for you. But don't tell him," then she laughed.

I just smiled. I was never going to meet him, so it wasn't a problem.

When I felt her hand grasp my cock, I thought it was so that she could position it to her opening, but then she started moving her hand slowly up and down it.

"It's a big fucker. Perhaps too big for me."

So I wasn't going to get to fuck her after all. Then she removed her hand. A few seconds later I felt something against the head of my cock, and I smiled. Despite her apprehension, she was going to do it. The first half went in OK, but she struggled with the rest. However, she eventually managed it all. She now had ten inches of thick meat inside her, probably more than she had ever had before.

"This isn't going to take long. My pussy is full to the top, and my clit is already tingling."

I started slowly, so that she could get used to it. Then, after a couple of minutes, I gave her full strokes. Each time I went in deep she shouted, "Fuck." When I speeded up, she got louder. A minute later she gave an almighty groan, that sounded more like pain than pleasure, then I felt her body go stiff. She was climaxing, but I still needed more time. A few strokes later I joined her. It was a nice one, and as my balls emptied, I felt the day's tension fade away.

When I got back to the bar Rick was serving another customer. He glanced over at me, and I could tell he was eager to see what I thought about Angela. As soon as he was free he joined me.

"What did you think?"

"She was very good. It was a first for me."

"I tried her out last week, and I didn't stop until she was dry," then he laughed.

If my Mother and Sister were hatching some master plan, then I expected something to happen by Tuesday at the latest. It was now Wednesday, and I was at work, and still nothing had happened. Had they abandoned the idea? I didn't know.

When I finished work I decided to still go to The Tavern, despite my Mother asking me not to. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her, I might just say I had forgotten what she had said. It was a lame excuse, but I didn't have a better one.

As I walked down the steps to The Tavern, I wondered why the lights weren't on. Then it hit me, it must be closed. However, just to be sure, I tried the door. It was locked. I then noticed a small piece of paper taped to it.

'Closed until further notice.'

I stood there for five minutes, I was stunned. Then, when I started to leave, the heavens opened and I got soaked. When I got home I was like a drowned rat. Mother was sympathetic, but Chloe just thought it was funny.

"How come you aren't out with your friends?"

Mother seemed surprised at the question, and she glanced over at my Sister before replying, "Our favourite bar is having some work done, so we decided to leave it for this week."

That gave me hope, it sounded as if the closure was temporary.

"Will it be open again next week?"

"I think so."

Chloe nodded in agreement.

That night in bed I thought about The Tavern. I decided that I would try again Monday. If it was still closed, then I would do the same again on Wednesday.

When Monday came I tried not to get too excited. As I worked, I kept telling myself that it would still be closed. When it was time to leave I stayed another half hour chatting to Jim. His latest subject was diamonds, and I learnt some interesting facts about them. We even shared a couple of jokes. I had now seen a different side to Jim, perhaps poking his cock into Mary through the Glory Hole was making him more human.

When I stood at the top of the steps I couldn't believe it. The Tavern looked to be open. However, when I pulled on the door I was still expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't.

"Why were you closed?"

"And nice to see you as well Simon."

"Sorry Rick, I forget my manners."

He then grinned at me, before saying, "For refurbishment."

I thought that was the end of it, but after getting me my beer, Rick leant towards me.

"Don't tell anybody. We were closed down by the law."

I looked at him wide-eyed.

"We thought we had a licence for the girls, but apparently we didn't."

"What do you mean?"

"I was paying a middleman, but he wasn't passing the money on."

"Are we talking bribes?"

Jim looked uncomfortable, so I didn't press it.

"But it has all been sorted out now."

He left it at that. Ten minutes later I went to the back room. They were all taken except for Anne, but I was happy to see her again.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

That's what she had greeted me with last time, it must be what she always says to the customers.

"Hello Anne, it's Simon."

"Yes I remember you."

Then I waited for her to say the rest, 'And I remember your cock', but she didn't, instead she gave a girly laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

We started the same way as last time, with me playing with her small breasts.

"Would you like to know what I am wearing?"

I mumbled, "Yes", then I continued sucking on her.

"My old school uniform, it still fits me, even the knickers."

That made my cock grow even bigger. I was now eager for more, to get my cock into her tight little cunt.

"Can we fuck?"

"I thought that would get you going."

As I undressed I wondered if I would ever get to see her. I knew she was twenty five, and I had been told that she was tiny, with the face of an angel. I was tempted to ask her out, but for now I was just going to enjoy fucking her.

She had struggled with my cock the last time, and this time it was the same. I was now up to my balls in her, and she was breathing deeply, as if she was in pain.

"I am going to be sore later on, but I don't care. Fuck me hard."

I wanted it hard as well, but common sense told me to start slowly, so I did. However, that only lasted for a couple of minutes. I was now giving her long hard strokes, and she was grunting every time I went deep into her. Her cunt had my cock in a vice like grip, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it squeezed all the seed out of me. If she was going to climax, then it needed to be soon, because mine was rapidly approaching.

"Harder, I'm going to fucking come."

Then she did. As I took another stroke, I thought about her wearing her school uniform, that finished me off. It took me a good thirty seconds before I was done. Her cunt must now be flooded.

When I got back Rick was busy. I had to wait ten minutes before I got another beer.

Before he could ask, I said, "Anne."

He nodded his approval, she was one of his favourites.

"I guess you will be in Wednesday."

"What do you think?"

He just laughed, then he went off to serve another customer.

On Wednesday morning, at breakfast, I knew something was going on. My Mother kept looking over at Chloe. After ten minutes I could tell she was getting annoyed. It looked as if she wanted my Sister to do something, but she wasn't responding, then eventually she did.

"Simon, I need a favour from you."

"What is it?"

"I need some advice, I am thinking about getting a new job."

"What do you want to know?"

My Sister then glanced at Mother, before saying, "Can we do it later. How about I take you for a drink after work? I will pick you up."

I scrunched my face up, to make it look as if I was thinking about it, then I gave her the answer they both wanted from me.

"OK. But don't be late."

From the look on their faces you would think I had just agreed to something very important. Both of them were now smiling.

I had a lazy day at work. I was finding it difficult to concentrate, so I didn't bother. My mind kept returning to what had been said at the breakfast table. I assumed Chloe would be taking me to The Tavern, but how was she going to get me to see Lizzy? I had lots of questions, but no answers. Eventually it was time to leave. When I left the building I spotted my Sister, she was waving at me from her car.

"Where are we going to?"

"Just some new place I have heard about."

That was all we said until she had parked up. We were now just a short walk from The Tavern.

"It's just around the corner."

When we got there she paid for both of us.

The doorman grunted, "We don't get many women coming here," but she just ignored him.

As we approached the bar I tried to get Rick's attention. I wanted to greet him as if I was a new customer, not a regular. Hopefully he would realise what I was doing. However, when he came to serve us, he just ignored me, giving all his attention to my Sister.

"Hello, I'm Chloe, and this is Simon."

"I'm Rick, what can I get you?"

While he got the drinks I wondered what was going on. I hadn't said anything, or made any gestures, but he was doing what I had wanted him to do.

Five minutes later we got the drinks we had ordered. Chloe then talked about what sort of new job she was looking for, and I gave my opinion on whether it was a good idea or not. We had just about exhausted the subject when Chloe got a call.

"You will have to excuse me, it's one of my friends."

She then moved away towards the exit, so that she could talk in private. When she returned she looked worried.

"She needs my help. I have to go."

"I'll come with you."

There was a quick, "No," from her. Then I got a brief smile, before she added, "You stay and finish your drink."

I gave her a hug, then she left. At first I thought the friend in need was genuine, but I now realised it was all part of the plan. So what next? A few minutes later I got my answer when Rick joined me.

"Simon, I wish I knew what was going on."

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, that woman you came in with had a word with me. She said that she would be coming back today with a man, and that she wanted me to persuade him to see Lizzy. And that when I saw her again I was to treat her like a stranger."

"She is somebody I work with, it must be her idea of a practical joke. Tomorrow she will rib me about it."

He didn't look convinced, but it was the best I could come up with at such short notice. Then he laughed, and I looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"She was worried that I wouldn't be able to convince you, but I don't need to. Lizzy is your favourite," then he paused, before continuing with, "I almost forgot. When you see her you have to give a password. It's Butterfly."

Fortunately, some more customers arrived, so Rick left me to serve them. I took my opportunity to go to the back room. All four were green, but I was only interested in seeing one of them, my Mother. Before entering I took a deep breath.

"Hello."

"I'm Lizzy, what's your name?"

"I'm Simon, and I've been asked to say Butterfly."

"Nice to meet you. Do you know what happens here?"

I could hear the excitement in her voice.

I played dumb, "No."

"Anything you want," then she giggled.

The panels were then quickly opened.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes. Can I touch them?"

That made her laugh, and I watched her tits jiggle until she had finished. When I put my hands on her she gasped. I then slowly moved my hands over them, gently touching all parts, except for the nipples. As I stroked her breasts my eyes kept going to the Band-Aid that was covering her birthmark.

"You can suck on them if you want."

That was for later, after I had played with her nipples. I wanted to take it nice and slowly. For Mother this was the first time with her Son, so I wanted it to be special.

When I pulled on her nipples she gasped again, but this time louder. I then rolled them between my fingers and thumb.

"That's nice. I have a Son called Simon, will you please be my Son?"

I made her wait a few seconds before answering.

"Yes Mummy."

"Good boy. Now you must always do what Mummy says."

I didn't reply, I just continued tweaking her nipples while I waited for her to tell me what to do next. I didn't have to wait long.

"Mummy's tits need sucking."

Before she had even finished speaking, my mouth was on a nipple, and I sucked long and hard. I was now being rough with her, but she wasn't complaining, instead she was moaning. For the next five minutes I abused both nipples, with my mouth and fingers.

"That's enough. I need you inside me."

"Yes, Mummy."

That made her giggle, and she only stopped when I started to put my cock through the hole.

"My Son is a big boy, a very big boy. Would you like to fuck me with it?"

She had said it slowly, and in a seductive voice.

"Yes. I have always wanted to fuck my Mummy."

It was a few seconds before we started. Her opening was now against my cock, and she was slowly pushing back against it. It felt as if she was taking her time, so that she could savour the moment. However, as soon as I was fully in her, she started rocking backwards and forwards.

"Mummy needs a good fuck."

We had done this before, but I was as eager as her to start. The first couple of strokes were gentle, and she purred with pleasure. I then upped the pace, and she was soon getting my full length.

"I have waited so long for this," then she gasped as I pushed deep into her, before adding, "To fuck my Son."

Five minutes later we were still going, but I could feel the sap rising, and from the noises she was making, she was close as well. I needed to be careful. If she didn't reach it she would be disappointed, and I didn't want that. I wanted her to be proud of her Son.

"Is Mummy's cunt going to come?"

"Yes, but you need to fuck me harder."

For the next few minutes that is what I did, and it worked. When I felt her orgasm start I smiled, now it was my turn. A few seconds later I joined her. My cock twitched six or seven times before I finished.

It was at least a minute before either of us moved, then I pulled out. My cock was still hard. It was a shame that my Sister wasn't here, I would have loved to fuck her as well.

"See me next week. I will have my Daughter with me."

I just smiled, she must have read my mind.

"And remember to use the password. I have another Simon, so I like to know which one of you is fucking me."

"Can't you tell by the size of our cocks?"

As soon as I had said that I regretted it, that was a stupid thing to say. She might now realise that there was only one Simon, her Son.

"It's difficult. You both have impressive cocks, but I think you are bigger."

I almost laughed. I was her Son, so I must have the bigger cock.

I had intended to go straight home, but Rick talked me into having another, then another after that. I didn't get drunk, but it would have better if I hadn't stayed, because I saw Jim, and Jim saw me. I don't know what my expression was, but as he passed me the look on his face was a rabbit caught in headlights.

At breakfast I got extra bacon, and two eggs. It felt as if Mother was rewarding me for what I had done to her yesterday at The Tavern. And she kept smiling at me. I was worried that Father would notice, and pass some comment, but he was oblivious to it, only interested in reading the newspaper.

When my Sister joined us it got worse, I now had both of them looking at me. Mother had obviously told her what had happened.

"How's your friend?"

That startled her, and it took her a few seconds to compose herself.

"She is OK now. Boyfriend trouble."

I just nodded, and she looked relieved that I wasn't going to continue quizzing her about it.

When I got to work I was apprehensive. It was going to be awkward the next time I met Jim. While I sat at my desk, drinking the first coffee of the day, I wondered if it would be best to go and see him, but he beat me to it. He was now walking towards me.

"Hi Simon. I have an interesting fact. Do you know the expression, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas'?"

I nodded.

"This clever slogan was actually the product of a marketing campaign by the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority, shortened to LVCVA."

"Thanks Jim, I always wondered where that came from."

"You're welcome."

Then he left. He had been very clever. Without either of us having to say it, we had come to an understanding.

'What happens in The Tavern stays in The Tavern.'

On Friday evening I went out with a couple of friends from work, and I didn't get home until late. I had drunk a bit too much, and the next day I was nursing a hangover.

"Breakfast."

I groaned, then I turned my head away. Even the sight of food was making me feel queasy.

"Thanks Mother, but no thanks."

She just shrugged her shoulders, then she served my Father.

"Any plans for today?"

"No Sis. What about you?"

"We are going shopping."

After lifting his head from the newspaper, Father said, "And I am going to the Tennis club."

An hour later I had the house to myself. I called Charlotte. Five minutes after she arrived we were in bed together. We then spent the next hour there, ten minutes fucking, then the rest sleeping. When I woke I felt a lot better.

On Monday I was in two minds about going to The Tavern. Did I really want to have sex, or could I wait until Wednesday? I wasn't desperate, but I thought that if I didn't go it would be a wasted opportunity. No man on his deathbed ever said, 'I wish I hadn't fucked as much'.

"Hi Simon. I didn't get a chance to talk to you about last Wednesday. How did it go?"

I gave him a nonchalant, "OK," hoping that would be enough for him.

"What's all that about a password?"

Then before I could reply, "And was it a practical joke by your colleague?"

I was about to speak, but he said more, "And did they rib you about it at work?"

I held my hands up, as if I was surrendering.

He laughed, then said, "OK, I'll let you speak."

"It was just a joke, and yes I got teased by some people at work who were in on it. Is that enough for you?"

Rick nodded, he must have realised that his questioning was starting to irritate me, because he didn't mention it again.

All four women were available. I chose Ada, only because out of the four, she was the only one I hadn't already seen before.

"Welcome to my pleasure dome. I am Ada, and you are?"

"Simon."

"Good, now that I know your name we can fuck."

I thought she was being serious, that we were going straight for it without any foreplay, but then the panels opened.

Her tits were big, and it was obvious that they had been enhanced.

"I hope you like them, they cost me a fortune," then she laughed.

I did like them. They were firm, but they didn't feel unnatural. Her nipples were small, but they were sensitive, because as I played with them she moaned continuously.

"Would you like to finger me?"

Now that's a question I never say no to. As soon as the panels were closed I put my hand through the bottom hole, then I waited for her to position herself so that I could get to work on her cunt.

"Push your hand in a bit further."

I was now touching her cunt lips, and they were large and meaty, just how I like them. This woman had by far the largest labia I had ever had the pleasure of playing with. I longed to get them into my mouth. Was that possible? Only one way to find out.

"I love your lips. Can I suck on them?"

"I thought you would never ask," then she laughed.

As soon as she was in position, I had them in my mouth. I then searched for her clit, it was big and swollen. Each time I sucked on it she grunted. This woman had a nice cunt, and I was going to take my time with it. However, I must have got her too excited, too quickly, because she climaxed after only a few minutes. I tried to look on the bright side, I would now get to fuck her.

My cock was now through the hole, and I was waited for her to push against it.

"Sorry Simon, it's way too big for me."

I then felt her hand on it. After a few seconds my disappointment disappeared, as she slowly stroked it. She was good. After a couple of minutes I could feel my climax building, then she eased off. When I came close again, she slowed down. For the next ten minutes she kept doing it.

"I need to come."

"No," then she laughed.

She continued torturing me for another five minutes.

"Please, I'm begging you."

This time she took pity on me, and I got one of the best climaxes I have ever had.

While I dressed, we chatted. She seemed a lovely lady, and I would definitely see her again.

When I got back to the bar Rick came over.

"Who did you see, I bet it was Rose?"

I shook my head?

Rick guessed again, "Mary?"

"No."

"I can't remember who else is working. Give me a clue."

"She is good with her hand."

"Then it must have been Ada."

I nodded. I didn't bother asking him if he had been with her. I think he tries all the girls.

When Rick served me with my second drink, I got the impression he wanted to say something. He did, but I had to wait until he gave me my third beer.

"I am not sure if I should tell you this. Can you keep a secret?"

I moved my fingers across my lips, as if I was zipping them up. That made him smile.

"Ada used to be Adam."

My first thought was, 'That's a strange name for a woman'.

"He cut the 'm' off from his name, and he also had some other stuff cut off."

When I realised what he meant, I nearly choked on my beer. I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. That's why her tits were enhanced, and her large lips had probably been constructed from what had been chopped off. It was also why she was good at playing with my cock, because before the change there had been one dangling between her own legs.

"Rick, are you OK?"

I had now got over the shock of it. Had I enjoyed it? Yes, and I might really see her again. I then thought of something my Father is always saying,

'If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it's a duck'.

When I didn't know any better, I had thought she was a woman. That was good enough for me.

"Yes Rick, I am OK."

The next day at work I kept thinking about Ada. She had certainly fooled me. I also wondered if Jim had been with her. If we ever meet again at The Tavern, I might ask him.

As I was packing up to leave, Victoria came over.

"Just to let you know. I have a little project for you. It's important, and it needs to be finished before you leave tomorrow."

"Do I need to start now?"

"No. You should be OK for time," then she gave me a nice smile, before adding, "But it might be a good idea to come in a bit earlier tomorrow."

I took her advice, and the next day I was in at eight, rather than the usual time, nine. At eight fifteen I saw Jim arrive. He must have some important work to do as well. We didn't speak, but we waved at each other.

Some of the work I had to do was quite complicated, but I don't mind. It was well within my capability, and it stopped me thinking about The Tavern. When it was home time I had finished.

Victoria glanced through it.

"Thanks Simon, it looks to be exactly what I want. I will go over it tonight."

I was now done for the day, and my reward for working hard was a visit to The Tavern.

"Who are you?"

"Very funny Rick."

After getting me my drink, he leant towards me, then he whispered, "What's the password today?"

I whispered back, "I can tell you, but if I do I will have to kill you."

For some reason he thought that was very funny. Surely he must have heard it before?

As I entered the back room my heart was beating fast. Please let her be free. When I saw Lizzy on one of the doors, and the sign was green, I punched the air.

"It's Simon," then I remembered that I needed to give a password, "Caterpillar."

Mother laughed, then my Sister said, "It's supposed to be Butterfly."

Good, they were both there.

"My Daughter is here, say hello Charlotte."

"Nice to meet you Simon, I am your Sister," then she giggled.

I made a mental note to not refer to her as Chloe, that would give the game away.

In my best posh voice I said, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

That made her giggle again, and as she did so, I muttered under my breath, "And it will be a pleasure to fuck you."

We started as before, with each of them showing me one of their breasts.

"Remember Simon, I want you to pretend you are my Son."

Then Chloe added, "And that I am your Sister."

This time they both giggled.

Where to start, and what to do? Both looked equally inviting. I had to start somewhere, so my mouth went to my Sister's nipple, and my fingers to Mother's. They both gasped at the same time, but my Sister had been louder. For the next few minutes I worshipped both of them. I was sucking deep and hard, then I was rubbing and tweaking them with my fingers. I made sure that both got the same treatment.

"Chlo," then she quickly started again, "Charlotte should we stop now?"

"Yes, my pussy is soaking wet, it needs some attention."

That sounded good to me, but what sort of attention?

"Fingers or cock?"

Both together they said, "Fingers," then they laughed and I joined in.

Last time I had put both hands in, fingering them together. However, when I did that this time, they giggled.

"Just one hand. You are going to give me a climax, then you are going to do the same to your Sister. Then you fuck me to another one, and finally, you fuck your Sister."

"And I want a second climax as well."

"Is that all?"

Mother then said, "For now," then they both had a fit of the giggles.

My two fingers slid into her without any resistance. When they were in up to the knuckles, she gave a low moan. Then when I finger fucked her with them, it became a loud moan.

"I love being fingered. I do it all the time to myself, but other people's fingers are always better, especially my Son's."

She was now ready for another finger. Now that it was in, she felt tighter, and I had to work harder as I moved them in and out.

"You need to play with my clit."

I just ignored her. I would do what she wanted, but she would have to beg me first. Two minutes later she said it again

I shook my head, then I said, "Not yet."

Four fingers might be too much for her, but that was what she was going to get. I had to bunch them up before pushing them in.

"Fuck that's good, and my clit is throbbing now."

I waited another minute, just to show her who was in control, then I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She almost climaxed. I then kept my fingers still inside her as I slowly caressed it. As I increased the pressure on it, she started panting, getting louder and louder. Then she exploded. I tried my best to keep my fingers in her, but when she fell back they came out.

"Are you alright?"

My Sister sounded concerned, and it was a few seconds before she got an answer.

"I think so. It was so powerful I think I fainted," she then laughed, but it sounded forced.

My hand was still inside the hole, sticky with Mother's juices. I then felt a leg touching it, it was my Sister getting into position. I quickly moved my hand up, and when my fingers found her opening, she gasped.

I now had two fingers in her, and despite being very wet, she was a lot tighter than Mother had been when I had pushed two into her. I then started fucking her with them.

"Faster," then she moaned, before adding, "And don't fuck with me like you did with Mother. I want you to play with my clit NOW."

I had planned to tease her as well, but after what she had just said I changed my mind. I was now rubbing her swollen clit, and she was moaning like a bitch. Two minutes later, when I added another finger, it was too much for her. As she climaxed she screamed.

It was now time to fuck my Mother. As I waited for her to get ready, I sniffed my hand. I closed my eyes as I savoured the rich aroma. Then I tasted it. Next time I would have to lick one of them. Then I smiled, no, I would have to lick both of them.

When I pushed into her, she winced. Her clit must still be sensitive from her climax.

"Go easy at first. I will let you know when I am ready."

I started slowly, almost in slow motion. That didn't change for a couple of minutes, then she told me she was ready.

I was now fucking her quite hard, and giving her at least eight of my ten inches. She would get it all when I felt that she could take it. As I continued thrusting into her, she started to moan, and she was getting louder as time went on.

"Can you reach it?"

"I think so, but you are going to have to fuck my pussy harder."

Now there was no holding back. She was getting full strokes of my big cock, as quick as I could manage. Five minutes later we were still going, and I could feel the sweat on my back. I could also feel the sap starting to rise, but then she suddenly climaxed.

"Fuck, it's a big one."

Her writhing about stopped any chance of me reaching it, but I continued fucking her until I was sure that she was well into her orgasm.

When I pulled out of her my cock was still hard and strong, ready for my Sister, but she made me wait. I could hear them giggling, and whispering, what was going on?

"Your Sister wants you to fuck her," then she giggled again, before adding, "While I lick her clit."

It took them a few minutes to get ready. It sounded as if they were moving something about, perhaps it was for Mother to lie on while she pleasured her Daughter.

"Now it's my turn."

Her cunt was already up against the hole. I then took my time pushing my cock into it. When it was fully in she gasped, but I think that was because Mother had now got to work on her clit.

It didn't take us long to get into a rhythm. My Sister was now getting long strokes from me, and her clit licked and sucked by her Mother. Now that has to be a winning combination. It was, but surprisingly she lasted another ten minutes, before giving an almighty grunt, and then climaxing. It took me another few strokes before I managed to flood her cunt. It was a good one, and when it had finished I felt completely drained.

Before I left they made me promise to come back next week. That wasn't necessary, there was no way I was going to stay away.

Back at the bar, I got a quick smile from Rick, then he continued serving another customer. When I finished my drink I went home. I was worn out. All I wanted to do was have a quick bite to eat, then go to bed.

Father was the only one at home. I didn't know if my Mother and Sister were still working, or if they had gone out together, perhaps to another bar to talk about what had happened.

That night in bed I thought about the three of us. I was now two people, Simon the stranger, and Simon their Son and Brother. There was now a time when I knew who they were, but they thought I was a stranger. There was also a time when they knew who I was, but they thought I didn't know them. Also, at The Tavern, my Mother who was really called Judith was known as Lizzy, and my Sister who was really called Chloe was known as Charlotte, the name of my girlfriend.

I laughed out loud, it was getting too complicated. The sensible thing to do would be to stop.. Then I laughed again, there was no chance of that happening!

84 Glory Hole Ch. 03

chris99999

"Rick, what do you think?"

"You're asking the wrong person for advice on relationships."

I was surprised. In my experience bartenders and taxi drivers are always keen to have their say, even when they are not qualified to do so.

"Come on. All those years of listening to people telling you their sob stories."

"Listening yes, but giving advice, no," then he gave me a wry smile, before adding, "I've been married five times."

He was now looking at me, waiting for a response. I was initially shocked, then I burst out laughing. Rick shook his head a few times, but he was smiling, then he left me to serve another customer.

I had been telling him about my girlfriend Charlotte. When we first met I wanted to see her every day, but six months later I was losing interest. The sex was still good, but no better than what I was getting at The Tavern. And we were fighting more often, even over trivial things. It was time for a change. I was twenty three, too young to settle down with one woman. I was going to leave her. My mind was made up, but I wanted Rick's opinion, so I had asked him.

As soon as he was free again, he was back.

Leaning close to me, he said, "Dump the bitch."

His face was serious, and he had said it firmly, then he spoilt it by laughing. It was my turn to shake my head.

I waited until he had finished, then I said, "What do you really think?"

"OK, but remember, this is from a man who has been married a few times," then he gave me a brief smile before continuing with, "Charlotte seem really nice, and I like you Simon. But if it is not working, then there is no point in continuing."

While I contemplated what he had just said, Rick got me another beer.

As he handed it to me, he said, "It's on the house," then he looked around, as if he was checking to see if anybody could overhear him, before adding, in a whisper, "But don't tell the owner."

I laughed at Rick's joke, he was the owner. Ten minutes later I was in the back room, seeing which girls were free. I had the choice of two, Anne or Mary, and I picked Mary. I really wanted to see Anne, so that I could ask her out. However, it didn't feel right doing that while I was still with Charlotte.

As I opened the door, I made myself a promise that the next time I was back at The Tavern, I would be single again.

"Hi Mary, it's Simon."

"Simon with the big..."

I cut her off with a quick, "Yes," that made her giggle.

"It's been ages, I thought I was never going to see you again. Don't you love me anymore?"

As she giggled again, I said, "Of course I love you," then I muttered under my breath, "But not as much as Jim does."

A few seconds later the panels were opened, and Mary's tits were in the holes. This was the first time I had seen them, because my only previous visit to her was before the top holes had been added.

"I bet they are not the biggest tits you have ever seen," then she laughed.

No, but they were definitely the smallest, little more than two small bumps. However, her nipples were big, completely out of proportion to her small tits.

"I like your nipples."

"And I like them being sucked."

I am always eager to please a woman, so as a hand when to one nipple, my mouth went to the other. As I sucked long and hard she moaned. I was excited as well, my cock was trying its best to split my trousers. It would be better if it was out. As I continued servicing her nice nipples, I unzipped myself.

Mary must have heard what I was doing, because she said, "Is the beast out of its cage?"

I gave her a quick, "Yes," then I got back to work, this time sucking on the other nipple. That made her gasp.

"Put it through the hole."

I wasn't ready for that yet, I wanted more time on her tits.

"Please."

I raised my head, and sighed, I was going to give in.

"I want your cock, but you can still play with my tits."

That surprised me, normally the women close the panels before I fuck them. Would it even be possible to enter her and have her tits at the same time? I was about to find out.

When I put my cock through the hole, she said, "Fuck, you are a big boy."

It made me smile. It was what she had said last time, but it was still nice to hear it again. Then I waited for her to push herself against me.

"It's not going to work. I need to step down so that you can fuck me, but if I do you can't have my tits."

She sounded disappointed.

However, before I could reply, she said, "I know what we can do though," then she giggled.

I then felt her hand grasp my cock, and move it. When her hand stopped, the head of my cock was touching something that was sticky.

"This is what we are going to do."

I didn't reply. I could tell from the tone of her voice that she wanted to be in charge, and I was going to let her.

"You suck my tits, and I rub your cock against my clit. With a bit of luck we can both come together. Is that a good idea?"

I wasn't sure that it was, but why be negative?

Enthusiastically, I said, "Yes, it sounds like a plan."

I then got back to work on her tits, and she started moving my cock along her slit, then up to her clit.

It took a while to get into a rhythm, but after that it felt surprisingly good. I was enjoying sucking each nipple in turn, and the feel of my cock against her cunt, even though I wasn't getting inside her.

A few minutes later she started moving my cock faster, and as she did her moaning increased.

"Suck me harder," then she gasped, before adding, "I am nearly there."

I did, almost pulling her nipple off.

"Yes, do it again."

As I kept on doing it, she gave an almighty groan that just kept on going. It only ended, a minute or so later, when she climaxed.

I was now wondering what was going to happen next. At the start of her orgasm she had removed her hand, and I was now left with a throbbing cock that wasn't getting any attention. I was frustrated, even annoyed, then I smiled. She had now taken my cock into her mouth, and she was slowly bobbing her head.

I closed my eyes as she got to work on me. It felt good, very good. Just the right pressure, and just the right speed. After a couple of minutes my balls started to tighten, the sap was rising.

She was now taking less into her mouth, concentrating on the first three or four inches, and she was moving quicker. I was now close to coming, time to warn her.

"I'm nearly there."

I thought she might speed up, but she didn't. Instead she kept the same steady pace, stopping thirty seconds later, when I poured it into her mouth.

I was now back in the bar waiting for Rick to get me a beer, but it was more than ten minutes before I got served.

"Sorry about the wait. Who did you see?"

I wondered if I should make him guess, but I decided on the simpler option of just telling him.

"Mary."

He nodded his head, and I assumed it was because he approved of my choice. Then he said, "You always get good service from her."

As I sipped my beer I thought about what Rick had said. He was right, I had now seen her twice, and both times had been good. She was now in her seventies, and still hungry for sex. Would I be as active when I was her age? Probably not.

The next day, after work, I met up with Charlotte at her favourite coffee shop. I was going to finish with her. It took me fifteen minutes to pluck up the courage, then I blurted it out.

"We should stop seeing each other."

It wasn't original, or subtle, but it was the best I could come up with. For a few seconds her face showed no emotion, then she burst out laughing. Did she think I was joking? Eventually she stopped.

"I was going to finish with you, but you beat me to it."

Then she laughed again, and I joined in, but I didn't find it as funny as she did. It was another hour before we left to go our separate ways. Had we made the right decision? Then I thought of Anne at The Tavern, and I smiled. All doubts had now gone.

When I got home my Mother and Sister were in the kitchen, they were laughing about something.

"What's so funny?"

They looked at each other, then Mother said, "We were talking about tomorrow's night out."

Then my Sister added, "And what might happen."

That sent the blood to my cock, but I tried to stay calm as I said, "What have you got planned?"

My Mother shook her head, before saying, "That would be telling," then she giggled, and my Sister joined in.

I was now in my bedroom, and finding it difficult to sleep. I had a decision to make. Tomorrow was Wednesday, Mother's day at The Tavern. However, I wanted to see Anne. I contemplated seeing both of them, but that would be too much, especially if my Sister was there as well. Eventually I made my mind up, Mother tomorrow, then Anne on Thursday. Good, I could now go to sleep.

I was just drifting off, when a sudden thought hit me. Mother tomorrow, but was I Simon her Son, or the other Simon? I groaned, why was life so difficult? However, this time it only took me a few seconds to decide. I was going to be the other Simon.

I woke with a smile, and I just knew that it would be a good day. By midday I was still smiling. I had just completed a rather tricky piece of work, and I was pleased with myself. I was in such a good mood that I didn't flinch when I saw Jim coming towards my desk.

"Did you know that Jonah Adam Falcon has the largest penis on record, at thirteen and a half inches?"

Then he left before I could respond, leaving me confused. I think it was his idea of a joke. Shortly after, my boss Victoria was at my desk. For a split second I was tempted to tell her about Mr. Falcon, but I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut.

"When will you finish that work I gave you?"

I beamed at her, before saying, "Already done."

She looked surprised, then pleased.

"I need to check it," then she hesitated, before adding, "We can go over it together."

After getting coffee we went to her office. We then sat next to each other at the table, with the documents I had prepared, spread out in front of us. We finished the first paper in five minutes, with only one minor correction needed. She then reached for the second one, and I made the mistake of looking down, as she revealed a lot of leg. My cock started to grow, and despite my best efforts, it continued. It was now making its way down my right leg. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but I was worried that she might notice it. I got away with it for a couple of minutes, then she stopped speaking mid-sentence. I closed my eyes waiting for her to scream, and for my career to disappear in a puff of smoke.

"As I was saying, this piece would be better moved to the end section."

I opened my eyes, then I just about managed to speak.

"Yes, I agree."

Thankfully, she was ignoring it, and given a bit more time, my cock would go limp. Then she moved closer so that our legs touched. It might have been accidental, but placing a hand on my leg, and then rubbing my cock with it, certainly wasn't.

Keeping her eyes on the paper in front of her, she said, "Simon, what I like about you is that you do a good job," then she paused, before continuing with, "And I know that I can always trust you to keep a secret."

I nodded, not sure where this was going. Then she removed her hand, and I thought it was all over. But it wasn't. Still staring at the desk, she took hold of my hand and placed it on her lap. When she opened her legs, it was obvious what she wanted.

My mouth was now dry, and I was frantically trying to decide what to do. Victoria was mid-forties, not unattractive, but she also wasn't a beauty. Her best feature was probably her long legs, and she always wore short skirts to show them off. Despite my hesitation, deep down I knew I was never going to say no, so why wait? Now that my mind was made up, I was going to take it as far as I could.

When I started pulling her skirt up, she opened her legs wider. I stopped when I saw her knickers. They were tight against her, it was going to be difficult to get inside. However, I knew that if I got her worked up enough, she would take them off for me.

I then started exploring her, rubbing my fingers against the thin material.

"I think we need to get back to work."

I stopped suddenly, thinking she had changed her mind. But her legs were still open. I then realised that she wanted us to continue going over the documents, while I played with her.

We finished the current paper in just under fifteen minutes, and for all that time I had my fingers on her cunt. I now had a mental picture of what it was like. How big her lips were, and where her clit was, and how it felt.

When we started the next document I tried to slip my hands into the top of her knickers.

She quickly shook her head, then said, "I need to do something."

I pulled my hand away, and she got up and left. What was she doing? My best guess was taking her knickers off, but then I started thinking. By the time she got back I was expecting security to be with her, to escort me out of the building, but thankfully she was alone.

This time when I put my hand between her legs, there was nothing stopping me getting to the Promised Land. She gasped when I pushed the tips of two fingers into her, but then she continued speaking.

"It might be better leaving this piece out."

I nodded, and I hoped that later on I would be able to remember all the points she was making. For now my concentration was on her cunt, and how to make it come. While she had been away I had taken the opportunity to adjust my cock. It was still inside my trousers but pointing up. Ideally it should be out, with her hand stroking it, but even I knew that was too risky. This time was all about her needs. If I did a good job then surely there would be a next time, and then it would be my turn.

We were now reviewing the last paper, so it was time to finish her off. I started focusing solely on her clit, and it responded to my touch. After two minutes of attention it was nicely swollen, and she was finding it difficult to speak.

"This part..."

Then she stopped, and a low moan escaped from her lips.

"Is better moved to..."

This time it was a louder moan, and I hoped that nobody was near the door, because they might have heard it. I then moved my fingers quicker, and she dropped the paper from her hand.

She was now leaning back in the chair, eyes closed, with a look of pure pleasure on her face. My fingers were now moving so fast they were almost a blur. A minute later she climaxed. Her body went rigid, and her head was shaking from side to side. If anybody had come into the office during her climax, we would have got away with it. I would have told them she was having a fit, and they would have believed me.

It didn't take her long to recover, and when she did she got back to work as if nothing had happened.

"This part is better moved to the middle, just after point three."

It then didn't take us long to finish. Anybody seeing us leave together, would have been none the wiser.

It took me forty minutes to make the changes. I had just finished when Victoria came to my desk. When I handed it over to her she smiled, then said, "Nice work."

I wasn't sure if she was referring to the documents, or to what I had done to her with my fingers. I hoped it was both. As she left I wondered what would happen next time. I didn't know, but what I did know was that there would be a next time.

I was one of the first to leave work. Victoria had got me excited, without any relief, so I was more than eager to get to The Tavern. Mother, and hopefully my Sister, would be there waiting for me.

When I got there I didn't bother ordering, instead I went straight to the Glory Holes. Lizzy was free, and I quickly entered her room. I don't know who was more shocked, me or Jim. The stupid fucker had forgotten to lock the door.

As we looked at each other, Mother said, "What's going on in there?"

Jim mumbled something about there being a mix-up, it had been difficult to hear exactly what he had said, so I spoke.

"Sorry, we have ended up with two of us in the room," then staring at him, I said, "Somebody forgot to lock the door."

We then heard giggling, and it was from two people, so my Sister was there as well.

"You had better lock it before anybody else comes in. Two is OK, but three would be a bit weird," then she laughed.

I thought she was joking, but when she said, "Hurry up and lock it," I knew she was serious.

I looked at Jim, then he smiled. So he was up for it, but I wasn't sure I was. He then went over to the door and did what Mother had asked. I shrugged my shoulders. It was certainly going to be an experience, but it might not be a good one.

"Now can we get started," then she giggled before saying, "But first tell me your names."

"Jim."

"Have we seen you before?"

"No."

"Good, then you are in for a treat."

"I am Simon, and you know me"

There was then some more giggling, before Mother asked, "Which Simon?"

I was both, but I kept up the pretence by saying, "What do you mean?"

"What's the password?"

"I have no idea."

There was silence for a few seconds, probably because of the disappointment that I wasn't their Son and Brother. Of course I was, but they now thought I was the other Simon.

When the panels were opened, I noticed Jim looking hungrily at the tits that were now on display. I gestured for him to pick, and he chose Mother. I watched him for a few seconds, as he sucked deeply on her, then I shook my head. I wasn't sure that this was going to work, but I was going to make an effort.

My head was now buried into my Sister, and I was taking long hard sucks on her nice nipple. A minute later I had almost forgotten about Jim, then he tapped me on the shoulder. We quickly switched over. Mother had covered her birthmark with a Band-Aid, in case her Son visited her. I shook my head, it was getting complicated. I then put it out of my mind as I worshipped her nipple. By the time we switched again, I had done everything to it that I could think of, except biting it.

Then I heard whispering, before Mother spoke.

"We have two nice juicy pussys, does anybody want to play with them?"

My Sister quickly added, "And I am twenty years old, so mine is very tight."

That got a, "Yes," from Jim. He even put his hand up, that made me smile.

When the panels were closed, I looked at Jim. I guess he was thinking the same as me, it was time to get our cocks out. I was undressed first, but he wasn't far behind. Then we looked at each other, comparing cocks. We even gave ourselves a few strokes, so that we would look our best.

I was the winner at ten inches, but Jim's was nothing to be ashamed of. He was about seven inches long, and about the same thickness as mine. I got a polite nod from him, to acknowledge that I had the bigger one.

"Have you two finished flashing your cocks at each other? We can't wait all day."

Then my Sister joined in with, "I am desperate to be fucked."

But which one was I going to get, and who was going first? Jim took the initiative. His cock was now through the hole.

"That's a nice one, a good size for fucking."

I almost laughed, because Jim was nodding to himself, agreeing with what my Mother had just said.

Then my Sister chipped in with, "Do you want him, or are you going to have Simon, your Son?"

Jim had turned his head, and he was now looking at me wide-eyed.

"I'm not her Son, but she likes to pretend that I am, because her Son is also called Simon."

He looked relieved, and I felt a bit guilty. I have been fucking my Mother and Sister for so long, that I now regard it as normal, but Jim's reaction made it clear that actually it wasn't.

Then Chloe joined in, "And I pretend to be his Sister."

Jim was about to speak, but he stopped. Instead he groaned. It had started, but which one was he fucking?

I watched in fascination as he kept thrusting into her. At the end of each stroke he grunted. Whoever he was in was enjoying it, but I still hadn't managed to work out who that was.

"Fuck her harder, she is a dirty slut and she likes it rough."

That was a bit over the top from my Mother, but I now knew who Jim was servicing, and more important, who I was getting.

"You can do better than that."

That was harsh from Mother, from what I was seeing Jim was doing a great job. Any harder and he would collapse.

"Fuck, I'm going to come."

Jim muttered something under his breath, but I didn't catch any of it, then he grunted like a pig. At the same time my Sister squealed, as they both climaxed together.

It was a minute before Jim moved. When I walked past him to get to the Glory Hole, we high fived each other. The girls must have wondered what was going on, but they didn't say anything.

As soon as my cock was into the next room, Mother was on it. As she slowly pushed back against it, she moaned. Only stopping when I was fully in her. This was going to be good, and I was going to show Jim that I could fuck as well as him.

"That feels good, now please will you fuck my tight pussy."

"Yes Mummy."

That got a giggle from my Sister.

I started slowly, but it wasn't long before she was getting long hard strokes, using the full length of my cock. There is no point in having ten inches if you don't make the most of it.

It wasn't long before I felt my climax building, so I eased off, but that got a quick response from her.

"No, I need to be fucked hard," then she moaned, before adding, "I want my Son to fuck me hard."

For the next five minutes that is what she got. I thought that would have been enough to finish her, but she seemed determined to last as long as possible, perhaps to show my Sister how it should be done. I could understand that, at some level I felt as if I was competing with Jim.

"Is he doing a good job on your pussy?"

Mother grunted a quick, "Yes," to my Sister, then after a few seconds she managed to say, "But I want it faster."

I puffed my cheeks out, then I got to work. A minute later she gave an almighty groan, before shouting, "My Son has made my pussy come."

It was loud enough for the other rooms to hear, but I didn't care. I was driven by my need to reach it, and I did, just as she was moving away from me. She must have felt my cock pulsing, because she stopped, letting me pour it into her. When my climax had ended, my balls ached.

As we dressed, Jim came close to me and whispered, "What happens in Vegas..."

I nodded, there was no need for him to finish the sentence.

We left the room together, and we even drank a couple of beers together. I could tell Rick was itching to find out what had happened, but he waited until Jim had gone before quizzing me.

"Tell Uncle Rick what naughty things BOTH of you have been up to."

I laughed, he obviously suspected something. Should I tell him?

"If you spill the beans I'll give you a free drink"

"Make it a single malt whisky, then we have a deal."

That got a quick, "Yes."

I should have held out for a double. I then told him all of it, in graphic detail. He kept shaking his head in disbelieve, especially when I told him word for word what the girls had said. My reward was that whisky, and as I sipped it very slowly, enjoying the smooth taste of it, I reflected on the day. For some reason, I knew when I had woken up that it was going to be a great day, and I was right.

The next day was strange, almost surreal. I had a few conversations with Jim, most of them work related, and even though nothing was said, I kept thinking of our time together at The Tavern. I also had two meetings with Victoria, one of them in her office. As we discussed various complicated topics, in a professional manner, I kept asking myself the same question. Had I really fingered her to a climax yesterday? The answer was always yes, but I was still finding it hard to believe.

Just as I was about to leave for the day, I saw Victoria approaching my desk. I felt a sudden shudder of excitement, was this the time when we would take things further?

"George has just seen the work you did yesterday. He was very impressed."

I thanked her, and then she left. I was disappointed, but then I remembered where I was going tonight, The Tavern, to see Anne.

Rick was surprised to see me back so soon.

"I thought you would be resting tonight," then he smirked, before adding, "After what you got up to yesterday."

I wasn't in the mood for talking, so I cut to the chase.

"I have finished with Charlotte, so I am here to ask Anne out."

Despite our chat about it two days ago, he seemed surprised.

"How did she take it, was she distraught?"

I couldn't help laughing, then I told him what had happened. He ended up laughing as well, then his face went serious.

"Sorry, Anne isn't in today, but she is due in tomorrow."

I shrugged my shoulders, to let him know that it was no big deal, but really I was gutted. I had set my heart on seeing her. I was so disappointed that I didn't visit any of the other girls, instead I quickly finished my drink, and then I left.

The next evening I tried again. As I approached the bar Rick gave me a smile and a thumbs up. I was so happy I was tempted to order a whisky, but sensibly I got a beer instead. I then drank half of it, to calm myself, before going to the back room. I gave a sigh of relief when I saw that she was free.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

A tingle of excitement went down my spine. I would never get tired of hearing her say that, and of her girly voice.

"Hi, it's Simon."

"Is it the Simon that likes to fuck my tiny pussy with his big cock?"

I gave a quick, "Yes," hoping she was referring to me.

That made her giggle, then she said, "Guess what I am wearing?"

"Your school uniform?"

She must have heard the excitement in my voice, because she giggled, before saying,

"Yes."

When the panels were opened I got a surprise, but it was a nice one. She was still wearing her blouse.

"I thought you might like to undress me."

My hands were quickly on her, and as I squeezed her small tits it took me back to my youth, and my first fumblings with a girl. She hadn't let me get inside her bra, but I still had fond memories of the time I had spent with her.

It was a few minutes before I put my hands into the holes, so that I could unbutton her blouse. As I worked on the top ones, she undid her school tie. As soon as her bra was revealed, I pushed it up. Then I went for her nipples.

I was now rolling one between a finger and thumb, and sucking hard on the other.

"Somebody is enjoying this," then she giggled, before adding, "Me."

She wasn't the only one. We had only just started, but my cock was already throbbing like crazy.

"I am now fingering my tiny little pussy."

That spurred me on, and I sucked even harder on her nice nipple.

"I thought that would get you going."

When I switched to the other one she gasped.

"I am only a little girl. Please be gentle with me."

She then started to giggle, but when I sucked even harder, it turned into a moan. For the next five minutes I was rough with her tits, at times too rough, but she didn't complain. So I continued. However, a minute or so later on, when I started nibbling on her, she did

"Ouch! That hurts."

I quickly raised my head, then I said, "Sorry."

The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her. As she closed the panels I wondered if I had spoilt it, and she was now going to ask me to leave.

"That was a nice starter, now for your main course," then she giggled, before adding, "Pussy."

My roughness had been forgiven, and she was now as eager as I was to continue. My cock was out of my trousers in record time, then I thrust it through the hole. I felt her tiny hand grasp the base, then she slowly moved it up to the head, then she stopped.

"Mr. Jenkins, you are a naughty teacher. I hope you are not thinking of putting that into my teeny-weeny pussy."

She had said it slowly, in her girly voice, and it sent shivers down my back. It might be her play-acting, but I doubted it. If I ever get to know her better, I will ask her about it.

When her hand was replaced by her opening, I sighed. This is what I had been waiting for. Then slowly, very slowly, she pushed back against my cock. Despite having fucked her before, the tightness of her cunt still took me by surprise. She stopped halfway, and I heard her take two deep breathes before continuing. When I was fully in her I shook my head, how could such a tiny girl take such a big cock?

For the first minute I was gentle, then lust took over. I was now giving her long hard strokes, using my full ten inches. She was responding with a lot of moaning and groaning, and the occasional gasp. We then got into a nice rhythm that lasted for several minutes, then it suddenly changed when she started wiggling her bottom. It was putting me off my stroke, and I was going to tell her to stop, but then she suddenly climaxed, and as she did she went still.

Now that she wasn't moving, I could fuck her hard again. Thirty seconds later I reached it. As my cock twitched, I thought about asking her out.

As I was getting dressed I tried to find the right words to say. Should I make it sound as if it was no big deal, and that if she was to say no, then I wouldn't be upset? But it was a big deal. I had finished with Charlotte so that I could be with her.

"You are taking a long time getting dressed."

"Sorry."

She laughed, then said, "No need to say sorry," then she laughed again, before continuing with, "The answer is yes."

"What?"

Then I heard that girly giggle of hers, and I wondered if I should fuck her again.

"Rick told me you were going to ask me out. So to save us both a lot of time, the answer is yes."

We then exchanged numbers, and I promised to call her soon.

When I got back to the bar Rick came straight over.

"Was it a yes?"

Then he saw the big smile on my face.

"Good, Anne wouldn't tell me what her answer was going to be," then he gave me a concerned look, before adding, "I hope you didn't mind me warning her?"

"No, it made it easier."

Then I had a thought.

"Where did you ask her?"

He grinned as he pointed to the back room.

I shook my head, but I was more amused than annoyed.

"Was it before or after you fucked her?"

"No," then he took his time, before saying, "It was while I was fucking her."

I had to laugh, and Rick joined in. This was something I was going to have to get used to. She might now be my girlfriend, but she also worked at The Tavern. Did that really worry me? No, but after my third beer, I wasn't so sure.

I got home late. My Sister was the only one still up. I was a bit unsteady on my feet, because I was slightly drunk. Chloe must have noticed.

"Do you need me to put you to bed?"

For a split-second I thought she was serious, then I realised that she was just mocking me. However, if she had meant it I wouldn't have objected. I might even have tried it on with her, though I wasn't sure that I could perform.

For the next few days I kept ringing Anne, but her phone was always off. I was starting to think that she had changed her mind. Then she rang me while I was at work.

"Sorry Simon, I dropped my phone and it broke. It's only just been fixed."

Shortly after the call had ended, Jim came to my desk.

"You look like the cat that's got the cream."

I hadn't realised that I was grinning. Should I tell him why? Then I remembered we had shared a room at The Tavern, so I knew I could trust him.

Looking around first, to see that we couldn't be overheard, I said in a low voice, "I have a date with Anne."

"Me too," then he quickly added, "I mean with Mary."

There was only one thing to do after hearing that, and that was to high five each other. As we did, Victoria passed us. She looked surprised, but thankfully she didn't stop to ask us why we had done it.

I stayed late at work, so that I could finish a report that Jim needed for the morning. On my way home I thought about Anne. We had arranged to meet tomorrow evening at a wine bar that was near The Tavern. I also thought about Jim, and I wondered where he was taking Mary, and would he be shocked when he saw her, and realised she wasn't as young as he thought.

I had only just got through the front door, when my Sister shouted to me.

"I'm in the kitchen. I want a word with you."

That sounded ominous, was I in trouble?

I greeted her with a nice smile, then I sat down at the kitchen table. She didn't join me, preferring to remain standing.

Then she blurted out, "Are you Simon?"

I remained calm, even though I knew what she meant. But I wasn't going to help her out by just admitting it.

Looking as surprised as I could manage, I said, "That's silly. You know my name is Simon."

Her hands were now on her hips, and she was trying to stare me out.

"You are, go on admit it."

From the look she was now giving me, I knew I wasn't going to win.

"OK, I am."

She then sat down next to me.

"What gave the game away?"

"At breakfast you said you had some important work to do, for a colleague named Jim. Then it hit me, Simon and Jim. I then started thinking. Same mannerisms, same way of talking," then she laughed before adding, "The same size cock."

"Does Mother know?"

She shook her head.

"Are you going to tell her?"

That got a quick, "No," then she continued with, "What she likes about it is that she gets to have sex with you, without you knowing. You knowing would make her feel guilty."

That had some logic to it, even though it was a bit twisted.

"What about you?"

I could see her thinking about it, then her face erupted into a big smile, "It makes it even more exciting."

That didn't surprise me, but her leaning over and kissing me, did. It was a couple of minutes before I pulled away from her.

"Not here, and not now."

She shook her head, then said, "Mother is out with her friend Alison, and Father is at a bar watching the game. They won't be back for at least another hour," then she giggled, before adding, "We can do a lot in an hour."

This time when she kissed me, I didn't just kiss her back, I also went for her tits. I now had both hands on them, fondling them as best I could through her clothes. However, when I started unbuttoning her top, she pushed my hands away, and we stopped kissing. She then stood up, and I did as well.

"Take my knickers off."

I had them down, and then off, in just a few seconds.

I then said, "Get on the table."

"Can I just bend over?"

"No."

She looked at me, and when she realised I meant what I had said, she did as she was told.

"Is this what you want?"

I shook my head, and she smiled. She was flat on the table, but her legs were closed. I wanted them open, and she knew it. I was about to push them apart, but she moved them herself. I just stood there, mesmerised by what I was seeing. I knew she had a nice cunt, but this was the first time I had been able to see it in all its glory. Her big chunky lips looked good enough to eat. It was time to go down on her.

My head was now between her legs, but I hadn't started yet. I was just breathing deeply, taking in her strong musky smell.

"Don't worry about me, just take your time."

Under the heavy sarcasm I could also hear frustration. I was tempted to wait even longer, just to tease her, but I was as keen as she was, so I lowered my head.

"That was good, do it again," then she moaned as I did, before adding, "And don't stop."

My tongue was moving up and down her cunt, starting near her anus, and ending on her clit. She had asked me not to stop, and she was going to get what she wanted, that is until it was time to fuck her.

After a few minutes I unzipped myself, and I managed to do it while still pleasuring her.

"Flick my clit with your tongue, I like that."

When I did, she gave a low moan, and as I continued doing it, she became louder. I was now ready to fuck her, to push my cock as deep into her as I could manage, but I wasn't sure she was, so I waited.

For the next five minutes I worked her cunt with my tongue, licking every part of it. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Fuck, that almost made me come."

I then did it again, but gentler. However, it was still almost too much for her, so I stopped. As I got up she raised her head, she looked puzzled, that was until she realised what was going to happen next.

I was now ready to enter her. I had pulled her towards me so that her bottom was at the edge of the table, and my hands were holding her legs up high, almost over her shoulders. The table height was just right, perfect for fucking her.

As I squeezed into her she closed her eyes. She gasped when the last inch went in. I then started to fuck her.

"I'm not going to last long."

I eased off, I wanted this to last.

"NO, we don't have much time."

I thought we had, but now I was worried.

I was now doing my best to make her come, and hopefully reach it as well. I was even arching my back so that I could go deep into her. From the noises she was making, it was working. She would only last another minute at the most. Then I heard something, it sounded like the front door opening. As I stopped, mid-stroke, I put a hand over her mouth to stop her making a noise.

I hissed, "Somebody is back early."

When I removed my hand, she surprised me.

"I don't care. Fuck me," then she quickly added, "If it's Mother it doesn't matter, and if it's Father he will go upstairs to use the toilet. Trust me, he always does that. We have a couple of minutes."

I think we got three. It was enough for her to have a big climax, but I was left hanging. I wasn't disappointed, just relieved that we hadn't been caught. We had even managed to get ourselves decent before Father came into the kitchen. However, it had been a struggle to get my semi-erect cock back into my trousers, and my Sister had only got her knickers on with seconds to spare.

"What have you two been up it?"

It was an innocent question, but there was no way we could answer it truthfully. My Sister was the first to react.

In a calm voice, she casually said, "Just talking."

Turning to me, he said, "The game was a waste of time, we lost again."

He then spent the next ten minutes telling me about it. My Sister didn't stay long, this was of no interest to her. As she was leaving, Father's back was to her, so she gave me a big grin. She had found it exciting, but it had been way too risky for me.

When I eventually went to bed, I almost didn't play with myself. I kept thinking about what would have happened if Father had caught us together, and that was putting me off. However, when I started thinking about Chloe's cunt, that got me hard, and I ended up having a nice climax.

When I woke the next day I had a raging hardon, probably because I had been dreaming about Anne. It was going to be strange meeting her away from The Tavern. I had fucked her three times, but I didn't know what she looked like.

I hadn't been at my desk long, when Victoria came to see me.

"I know it's short notice, but can you work late tonight?" then she paused, before saying, "With me."

It was probably just work, but her hand lingering on my shoulder was suggesting that it was something else.

"Sorry, I can't. How about tomorrow?"

There was a look of disappointment on her face, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. When she had gone I made myself a coffee, then as I drank it, I thought about her. Since that meeting in her office, there had been no sign that she wanted to do it again. I had been disappointed, but I had come to terms with it, regarding it as a one-off. But now I wasn't so sure.

When I first saw her, I just knew that she was Anne. She was everything I had imagined, but better. She was tiny, five feet tall at the most, and with a slim figure. Rick had said she had the face of an angel, but that didn't do her justice. She wasn't just angelic, she was beautiful.

As I approached her she smiled.

"Hi Simon, do you like my outfit?" then she moved close to me, before saying, "I was thinking of wearing my school uniform, but I thought that this would be more appropriate."

I was expecting to hear her girly giggle, but here in the wine bar, I only got a cheeky smile. After looking her up and down, I just said, "Yes," and from the look on her face I could tell that she knew I was pleased with what she was wearing.

I am no fashion expert, but everything she had on was classy, and expensive. Then I noticed her watch, and unless it was a fake, it was worth more than my car.

We stayed for almost three hours, but we only had two drinks each. We were too busy talking. I wanted to go back to her place, but she said no, she had some work to complete for tomorrow. I didn't mind, I knew it was a genuine reason rather than a brush-off.

On my way home I was in a good mood, despite not being able to take her to bed. I had learnt a lot about her. Surprisingly, Anne was her real name, and yes she was actually twenty five. She came from a very rich family, and had been privately educated at a rather posh school. Working at The Tavern was purely for fun, her real job was something to do with finance. I wondered if her wealthy parents knew what she did in her spare time. This was definitely an unusual relationship. It had started with me fucking her anonymously, and now I was getting to know her. I had to smile, it was the wrong way round.

When I got home, my Sister was in the kitchen. Without saying anything, she pointed to the table, then she smiled. I shook my head, but I knew she was just teasing. Mother was in the living room, and Father was upstairs, so there was no way we could do anything, even if we had wanted to.

The next day I was half an hour late getting into work. When I saw Victoria coming towards my desk, I decided that I was going to blame it on the traffic, but really it was because I had just got up late.

"Simon, I hope you can stay late tonight?"

"Of course."

Then she left, and I was thankful that my flimsy excuse wasn't needed. But I had forgotten about the promise I had made yesterday. I was planning to call Anne, and arrange to meet her again, but that would now have to wait.

At five, people started to leave, but I kept on working, waiting for Victoria to come and get me. It was almost six before that happened.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I had some other stuff to finish first."

When we got to her office, the table was covered with papers. She quickly tidied them up, then she went to her desk and got a large folder out of one of the drawers.

Holding it up, she said, "This is what we will be working on."

Thirty minutes after starting on it, I was beginning to think that this was the only reason she had asked me to work late. After another hour, I was convinced.

"Let's take a break."

I was the junior, so I went to get the coffees. When I got back, I was surprised to see that the blinds were now closed.

"This next part is confidential," then she paused, before adding, "We don't want anybody looking in."

I nodded, that sounded sensible. But when she locked the door, I thought that was overkill. However, when she then stood in front of me, and leant over the desk arranging papers, and at the same time wiggling her bottom, I knew that locking the door was necessary.

Sometimes you can get the wrong signals from a woman. You think she is coming onto you, but she isn't. In this case there was no mistaking what Victoria wanted from me, but I hesitated. I thought about Anne, then I thought about the men she would be seeing at The Tavern. If she could fuck other people, then I could as well.

When I put my hands on her bottom, she placed her top flat on the table, then she opened her legs. I quickly put a hand up her skirt, expecting to feel her knickers, but instead I touched her naked cunt. She had planned this, and she was ready. I think she was expecting me to just fuck her, but I now had plans of my own.

"Turn over."

"No."

"I am going to lick your cunt, then I am going to fuck you hard with my big cock."

She gasped, but I think it was because of what I had said, rather than because she was excited.

"Do it."

I had said it with authority, and it had worked. She was now getting up. As she positioned herself, I took my cock out. A few swift strokes with my own hand got it fully erect, and I made sure that she could see it. She was now looking at it, and I could see the apprehension on her face. I knew what she was thinking. Was it too big for her? Perhaps, but in a few minutes she would be begging me to fuck her with it.

I started by pushing my tongue into her opening, as far in as possible, then I sucked on her lips. They were not as big as my Sister's, but still a nice size. Then I went for her clit. I had always thought that her best feature was her long legs, but I had discovered a hidden gem. It was big, and it was getting bigger as I sucked on it.

"This is so good."

It was for me as well. Then I started flicking it with my tongue.

"But that is better."

Now that I had found what she liked, I kept on doing it. After another minute I noticed her breathing heavily, so I eased off. As I continued, I could tell that she was heading towards a climax, but this time more slowly. It took nearly twenty minutes before she was breathing heavily again, but this time I didn't just ease off, I stopped. It was time to fuck her.

The first few inches went in easily. Good, she could take the width, but could she take the length? Yes, because I was now up to my balls in her.

"Are you OK?"

"I think so. You are twice the size of my husband."

"Do you want me to take it out?"

That got a quick, "No," then she followed it up with, "I want you to fuck me with it."

It's always best to give a woman what she wants, especially when she is your boss.

I started slowly, then I couldn't hold back. In less than a minute I was giving her long strokes, at times almost coming out of her cunt when I pulled back. She was doing well, considering that she was only used to five or six inches. She was taking it all, without complaining. This was a woman that needed a big cock.

All good things have to come to an end. I would have liked another five minutes, I would even have settled for two, but she was now climaxing. My boss, that was always under control, was letting herself go. The blinds might be closed, and the door locked, but if there was anybody outside they would be in no doubt about what was happening inside. As her orgasm faded she made less noise. Eventually she was silent, and that was when I flooded her cunt.

After leaving the room for a short while, she returned. Now she was composed, it was as if nothing had happened. It only took us another fifteen minutes to finish the work.

When I got home I called Anne. No, she wasn't free tomorrow, but then after some giggling, she said, meet me at that wine bar at seven. I was confused, it had been no, and now it was suddenly yes. What was going on? She wouldn't tell me, even when I begged her.

I got there twenty minutes early, but she was on time, almost to the second. I knew that because while I was waiting, I was constantly looking at my watch. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What do you want to drink?"

She shook her head, then said, "We are not stopping. We are going to The Tavern, I am working."

Before I could say anything, she took hold of my hand, and started to walk out. I now understood. She wasn't free tonight, so if I wanted to see her, or rather fuck her, it would have to be where she worked.

When we got to The Tavern she surprised me again, because she took me to the back of it, to where the girls entered. As she unlocked the door, she put a finger to her lips. Inside was a corridor, with four doors leading off it. She went to the end one and then gently knocked on it. The door was quickly opened. She then went in, and I followed behind her.

"Simon this is Lizzy."

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Mother, but I was the first to recover.

"Hi."

I just got a nod from her. Anne must have noticed my discomfort, but she didn't say anything. She had probably put it down to the fact that Lizzy was naked.

Turning to me, Anne said, "I am working with Lizzy today. We thought you might be interested in joining us. And if you are a good boy, we might let you join in," then she looked at Mother, before adding, "She has told me all about you. And how she likes to pretend you are her Son."

Mother looked uncomfortable again, but she tried to hide it with a smile.

As we waited for the first visitor, I kept glancing over at Mother, trying to gauge how she was feeling, but it was impossible, I was getting nothing back from her.

After a few minutes, we heard the door opening.

"Hi I'm Lizzy. Who are you?"

"It's Albert," then he paused, before continuing with, "And I'm desperate to fuck you."

I watched as he did that. Anne didn't bother joining in, and Mother looked as if she was just going through the motions. However, when he had finished he sounded pleased.

After he had gone, I declared, "Another satisfied customer," and Anne laughed. Mother joined in, and she appeared to be in a better mood. He hadn't given her a climax, but I think she had still enjoyed it.

Shortly after, we had another one. It was George, apparently a regular with both the girls. When he found out that Anne was in with Lizzy, it made his day. He only had a small cock, barely five inches, but he knew how to use it, and he was enthusiastic. Anne got a climax, and Mother nearly did. I was impressed, especially when they told me that he was in his sixties.

Watching them at work was fascinating, but I wasn't getting any action.

"Next time can I join in?"

They looked at each other, then they both said, "Yes," at the same time. That made them laugh.

When they had finished, Anne said, "But don't make a sound. You are not supposed to be here."

I moved my fingers across my lips, to show them that my mouth was now zipped up. Anne thought that was funny, but Mother gave me a look that said, 'Stop being silly'.

When the next customer said his name, I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. It was my mate Jim from work. He was also delighted to discover that Anne was with Lizzy.

The panels were now open, and both the girls had presented one of their tits to him. As he worked on them, I joined in. One hand went between my Mother's legs, and the other between my Girlfriend's. When I started fingering them they moaned. Jim must have thought it was because of what he was doing, but it was really my attention that was getting them excited.

I now had two fingers deep up both of them, but I was also trying to push another into Mother. I was finding it difficult to do, until she moved her bottom to make it easier for me. As I finger fucked them, the moaning increased. Surely Jim must suspect something? He may be doing a good job with their tits, but you only get the noises they were making, when a cunt is being serviced.

They let Jim and myself have almost ten minutes, then Mother put a stop to it.

"That was wonderful, but you now need to fuck Anne," then she giggled, before adding, "And after you can have me."

That got a loud, "Yes please," that made both the girls laugh. I almost joined in.

The panels were now closed, and Jim's cock was in the room. As I looked at it, Anne came over to me.

She whispered, "Hold his cock."

I shook my head.

"You don't have to do anything, just hold it."

Reluctantly I did, it was definitely a first for me.

"I love the feel of your big cock," then she looked at me, and grinned, before continuing with, "Would you like me to stroke it?"

I was now shaking my head again, this time vigorously.

"Yes", was Jim's quick response.

His cock was now getting long strokes, with a firm hand, but thankfully my Mother had taken over from me. She didn't do it for long, and when she stopped, it was Anne's turn. But this time she used her cunt.

When he was in her she gasped, then she said, in her girly voice, "You naughty man, fucking me while I am wearing my school uniform."

From the noise Jim then made, I think he almost climaxed. However, to me it was funny, because Anne wasn't in her uniform, she was naked.

He was now fucking her hard, and her little body shuddered every time he thrust into her. It was getting me excited just watching it, and Mother seemed to be enjoying it as well.

When I moved over to her, and whispered, "Bend over. I want to fuck my mummy's cunt," she turned to me and nodded.

She was now ready for me to enter her, but I pushed her top down to get it even lower. Then I parted her cheeks, before slowly pushing my full length into her. It was now a race to see who could give their partner a climax first. Jim had started before me, but Mother was so worked up, that it wouldn't surprise me if I won.

For the first few seconds, while I fucked her, I was listening to what the others were doing. Then I concentrated solely on my task, to give her a climax.

I don't know if it was because Anne was in the room, and I was trying to impress her, but I was like a wild animal. Mother had been fucked hard before, and some of those times had been by me, but this seemed to be on another level. Every stroke was long and hard, and as deep into her as possible. After only a couple of minutes, she was giving me all the signs that she was nearing her climax. Mine was near as well. It was only a few seconds after that, when she reached it. As her orgasm briefly tightened her cunt, it took me over the edge. As she slumped to the floor, she took me with her.

When I eventually pulled out of her, Anne was standing nearby. Looking at me she said, "Next time you fuck me, I want it like that."

I just nodded, then I remembered Jim.

"Has he gone?"

"Yes, one woman was enough for him. It's just as well, otherwise I would have had to stop you and Lizzy."

I doubted if that would have been possible, but I didn't tell her that.

After forty minutes without another customer, we called it a day. Anne went home on her own, but I shared a taxi with Mother. We didn't speak until we were in the house.

"Do you fancy a coffee?"

"Yes, and we need to talk."

She was right, we did. We waited until we were both seated at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, before speaking.

"It was a shock finding out that there is really only one Simon."

"Does it bother you?"

"Now that I am over the shock, no it doesn't."

Then she gave me a stern look, before saying, "But don't ever tell your Sister."

"Why?"

"What she likes about it is that she gets to have sex with you, without you knowing that she is your Sister. You knowing would make her feel guilty."

My face was now serious, but I desperately wanted to laugh, what she had said was almost word for word what my Sister had said about her.

However, somehow I managed to keep it in, while I solemnly said, "I understand."

"And if you are wondering what happens next?"

I certainly was.

"We carry on as normal."

This time I couldn't keep it in, but I did wait until she was out of the kitchen.

I was now laughing, almost uncontrollably.. What we were doing could be called many things, but 'normal' was definitely not one of them!

85 Glory Hole Ch. 04

chris99999

"Do you like it?"

I tried to play it cool, by just saying, "It's OK," but the big grin across my face was giving the game away. This was the first time I had been to Anne's place. I knew it would be posh, but this was even classier than I had expected. No expense had been spared furnishing it.

"Would you like to see my bedroom?"

I must have nodded too much, because she laughed.

When we got there, she looked at me, and said, "Now you must be impressed with this?"

I was, and I quickly told her so. It was a large room, with the bed in the middle. There were paintings hung on the walls, all either erotic, or having a hint of sexuality. I smiled when I noticed the reclining nude. I had that same one in my bedroom. However, mine was a copy but hers was the original. Then I saw the mirror. It was easy to miss, unless you looked up at the ceiling.

Pointing at it, I said, "Was that already there when you bought this place?"

"No. I had it put in soon after I moved in," then she giggled, before adding, "The workmen who installed it helped me to test it out."

It took me a second or two to understand what she meant. Then it hit me.

"You said men, how many?"

"Just three," then she laughed, and I joined in.

I then moved towards her, and we kissed. It was passionate, but tender as well. After a few minutes she pulled away, and my hands then went to her blouse. I was eager to unbutton it and get to her tits, but she stepped back.

"No, let me change into my school uniform."

I was now so excited that I wasn't able to speak. She then shooed me out of the bedroom, telling me that she would call me when she was ready. She made me wait ten minutes, and I couldn't understand why so long, until I got back into the room, and looked at her. She hadn't just put on her uniform, she had put bunches in her hair.

She twirled around twice, before saying, "What do you think?"

"You look good enough to eat."

I then heard that girly giggle of hers, and it sent a shudder of excitement down my spine, and the blood rushing to my cock.

"That's what Mr. Jenkins said to me."

I looked at her, and I could tell she meant it. And I could also tell that she was going to say more, so I kept quiet. This was something I wanted to hear. There was now a wistful look on her face, as if she was reliving something.

"It happened just after my eighteenth birthday. We were alone together in his classroom. He was a nice man, and I liked him, but what he did next surprised me," then she paused, before continuing with, "He kissed me."

"What did you do?"

"I was so shocked that I let him continue, but then I found myself kissing him back. I might have eventually pulled away, but when he put his hand up my skirt and started rubbing me through my knickers, all resistance had gone."

"Were you a virgin?"

"Yes, and I hadn't even been fingered before. You might find it hard to believe but I was quite shy when I was young. I had only let a boy play with my tits, for the first time, at my eighteenth birthday party. He wanted to go further but I was too scared. Now I was letting my teacher play with my pussy."

My cock was so thick and hard that I was tempted to fuck her now, but I wanted to hear the rest of her story.

"What happened next?"

"He pulled my knickers off. It was done so quickly, and easily, that I wondered if he had done it before to other girls. Then he put his fingers up me. As he fucked me with them he played with my clit. It felt so good, and I wondered why I had been so silly. Why had I not let my boyfriends do this to me?"

"So he just fingered you?"

"No, it got even better. After a few minutes I knew I was getting close to reaching it. I sometimes got myself off with my fingers, so I knew what a climax was, but this felt as if it was going to be different, a big one. I was now making a lot of noise and he must have realised I was ready, because he told me to bend over."

"What exactly did he say?"

I was curious, what does a school teacher say to a young virgin pupil when he wants to fuck her?

"I will never forget what he said," then she paused, before saying, "Bend over the desk. Stick your nice bottom high in the air, so that I can fuck your little cunt hard."

Not very subtle, but it must have worked.

"What he said shocked me, but it also excited me. Mr. Jenkins was a well-spoken man, late forties at the time. His crude words got me going. As soon as I was ready he was in me. His cock felt huge at the time, but it was probably only six inches at the most."

"Did he know how to use it?"

"Yes. He took his time, slowly fucking me at first, then harder as I got nearer to my climax. When I came it was the best experience of my whole life."

She was now looking at me, waiting for a response.

"That was wonderful. A lot better than my first time."

It was her turn to look curious.

"We were both nineteen. I was too rough with her, trying to get all of my big cock into her straight away. I reached it in under a minute, leaving her hanging. She was not impressed, and she dumped me before we could try again."

That made her laugh, but I just gave a wry smile. It was still a painful memory.

We were now kissing, and this time when I started unbuttoning her top, she didn't stop me, but she did pull away again when the last one was undone.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

She then started giggling, but it became a moan when I pulled on her nipples through her bra. The time for talking was over. She needed a good fuck, and I was the man to do it, and it was going to happen soon.

I think she was expecting her tits to get more attention, but I was desperate to enter her. After only a couple of minutes on her nice nipples, my hands were up her school skirt, pulling at her knickers. When they were off I pushed her onto the bed. As I unzipped myself she looked at me, then she opened her legs wide.

"Mr. Jenkins, you are a naughty teacher. I hope you are not thinking of putting that into my teeny-weeny pussy."

I now knew that she hadn't said that to him, but it didn't matter. It still got my juices flowing. As I positioned myself at her opening, I also pushed her legs higher, and wider. When I thrust my cock into her she gave an almighty groan. I knew I was being rough, but I also knew that she liked it rough, and even though she was tiny, she could take it.

For the next few minutes I gave it to her hard, I was even starting to breathe heavily with the exertion. She was now moaning almost continuously. She must be close, if not then I was in trouble, because I couldn't keep this up for much longer.

"Is my pussy better than..."

Then she gasped, before starting again, "Is my pussy better than Lizzy's?"

I don't know what prompted her to say that, but I knew she wanted a quick answer, and I knew what she wanted that answer to be.

"Yes. Lizzy's is nice, but your little pussy is better."

"Good, then fuck me hard, like you fucked her."

She must have been remembering watching me with my Mother at The Tavern. That day I had been brutal.

Anne was now getting the same treatment, and a minute later it took her over the edge. As she writhed under me, I was too exhausted to continue, so I stopped. I hadn't reached it, but that wasn't a problem. I would just have to fuck her again later on. It was Sunday morning and we would be spending all day together, so plenty of time for more sex, and this time she would have to ride me so that I could look up and enjoy the view. However, at eleven in the morning, I wished I had pushed a little harder for that climax. That was the time Anne's boss called her.

She was needed in the Tokyo office as soon as possible. He had booked her on a flight today, and if she was to catch it she would have to leave her place in thirty minutes. He had arranged for a car to pick her up. It was a scramble, but she managed to be ready in time. If everything went OK, she would only be away for a week.

As I waved her off, I realised how much she meant to me. She was only going to be away for a short time, but I would miss her, and I would be counting the days until she was back.

When I woke the next day I was not in the mood for work, but I had to go in. Thankfully Victoria was on holiday today, so I could get away with doing as little as possible, and it wouldn't be noticed. That changed when her boss, George, came over to see me.

"Simon, this needs to be done today," then he paused, I think for dramatic effect, before adding, "And you are the man to do it."

It took him just ten minutes to explain what he wanted doing, then he was gone. It wasn't a particularly difficult piece of work, and it would only take me two hours, three at the most, but for part of the day at least it would take my mind of Anne.

An hour into it Jim came to see me.

"How is life treating you today?"

"Shitty."

"I noticed that George came to see you. I assume he gave you some work to do. So it's that bad?"

I shrugged my shoulders, before saying, "The work is OK, but Anne has gone away on business for a week."

"Sorry about that," then he smiled, before continuing with, "Do you want to hear my news?"

Not really, but Jim was now a mate so I had to make an effort.

"Yes, tell me."

"I met Mary at the weekend."

I scrutinised his face. He looked pleased, without a hint of disappointment.

"It went well, very well," his face then beamed, before he added, "She is going to meet my parents next week."

I wasn't sure I should mention the age difference, but I just couldn't resist. I wanted to know how he felt about it.

"Isn't she a bit older than you?"

'A bit' being at least thirty five years.

He didn't seem concerned about what I had said.

"Yes, but age is just a number. I think she is the one for me."

I just nodded, but when he had gone I shook my head. They say love is blind. I think Jim has just proved it.

After finishing the work for George, I spent the next half hour reviewing it. I was pleased with myself. I knew I had done a good job, and I also knew he would think the same. I spent the rest of the afternoon looking busy, without actually doing anything. Just before five, George was back. Before he could speak I waved the document at him. I got a quick thanks, then he took it from my hand.

"I will go over it tomorrow with Walt."

I almost grimaced when he mentioned the chairman's name. If I had known it was for Walt I would have checked it twice, or even three times, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

When I left work there was only ever going to be one place that I was going to, The Tavern. The climax that I should have had yesterday with Anne, I was going to have today in one of the Glory Holes, but with which lady?

"Hi Simon, I thought I might see you this evening."

"Why?"

"Because," then he paused, until he could see that I was getting irritated, before continuing with, "Anne is away. She called me yesterday from the airport to tell me that she couldn't work this week. And she wanted me to keep an eye on you."

I didn't like that last bit, and I didn't like it that she had called Rick from the airport, but hadn't bothered calling me.

An hour later, with the help of two more beers, I was mellow, and ready to go to the back room. When I entered it I didn't have a preference, I was just going to take whoever was free. Only three doors had names against them, Angela, Mary and Rose. Angela was the only one that was available.

As soon as I was in the room, she shouted out, "I am Angela, who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Simon."

"Posh Simon, with the big cock?"

"Guilty on both counts."

That made her laugh, and I joined in, even though I didn't agree with her that Simon was a posh name.

When the panels were opened, and her tits pushed into the room, I was shocked. I had forgotten how long and thick her nipples were. I just stared at them, not believing how good they looked.

"Come on big boy, have some of Mummy's milk."

That got me out of my trance. I was now eagerly sucking on her, enjoying the sweet taste of her milk.

"Slowly, you are not milking a cow."

I muttered a quick, "Sorry," then I got back to work, but this time gentler.

I got five minutes on her nipple, before she asked me to switch to the other one. I then gave it my full attention, until she asked me to stop. I was disappointed, I would have liked longer, even continuing until I had drained her. However, when she started closing the panels, I knew that what was coming next would make up for it.

"I don't fuck, I save that for my partner," then she paused before adding, "But I am going to make an exception for you. But don't tell him," then she laughed.

I had to laugh as well. It was what she had said, word for word, the last time I had visited her. When I pushed my cock through the hole, she made a noise. It sounded like a gasp.

"You are a big fucker. It might be better if you warm me up first with your fingers, before splitting me in two with that monster."

I would have preferred plunging into her straight away, but I could wait, hopefully not for too long. My cock was quickly replaced by my hand, then I waited for her to come near so that I could finger her. When she did, I toyed with her opening for a few seconds, before slowly pushing two fingers deep into her. She was hot and very wet, and my fingers were a nice fit for her most intimate place. I then slowly fucked her with them, as my thumb searched for her clit. When I found it she gave a low moan.

"That's the spot, rub it hard."

I did, and I kept on doing it. Then I added another finger, I don't think she noticed. However, a couple of minutes later, when I made it four, she did.

"Fuck that's tight, but don't you dare take any out."

For the next few minutes I fucked her hard with them. Her cunt was now ready for my cock.

"Angela."

She grunted, "What?"

It's time for that cunt of yours to be fucked.

That got an even quicker reply, and it was, "Yes."

Within seconds of taking my fingers out of her, my cock was at her opening. Then I was fully in her. She squealed as she took the last couple of inches. I stopped to give her time to recover.

After taking some deep breaths, she said, "I am ready now, but this isn't going to take long. My pussy is on fire and my clit is already tingling."

I was thankful for the warning. I now knew that if I wanted a climax as well then I had to concentrate. This might only last five minutes, or even less.

The first two strokes were gentle, then I went into overdrive. I was now giving her the full ten inches, as hard and as fast as I could manage. She was now making all sorts of noises, and sometimes saying, "Fuck," when I went deep into her.

Amazingly, after ten minutes we were still going. Then I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, I was close to coming. If she was going to reach it as well then there was only one thing to do, fuck her even harder. Somehow I managed that, because after three heroic strokes she erupted. As her orgasm surged through her body, my cock twitched, and I poured my seed into her.

I stayed in her until she started to move.

I was soon back with Rick, and he was eager to know who I had seen.

"It was Rose. Nobody can resist her big tits."

I shook my head.

"Mary?"

"No Rick. Have another go."

"Angela."

I smiled.

"I knew it was her."

He looked pleased with himself. Yes he had known it was Angela, but only on his third guess, and when there was nobody else left, but I was too polite to point that out to him.

I stayed for another hour, chatting with Rick when he was free. I also spent some time with a guy called George, who had been sitting next to me at the bar. I couldn't be certain, but he was probably the George that had fucked my Mother and Anne while I was with them in one of the Glory Hole rooms. He was good company, and we talked about lots of things, but he didn't say anything about the girls, so I didn't either. However, I had been tempted to tell him that I had seen his cock, just to see what his reaction would be.

On my way home I thought about Anne. I was missing her, but The Tavern was always there for me if I needed any female company.

When I got in, my Sister was the only one still up.

"I need a quick word before you go to bed."

That sounded ominous.

"I accidently said something, and Mother picked up on it. We started talking, and it all came out. We all now know that there is only one Simon," then, after pointing at me, she added, "And that's you."

I was relieved, every time I had thought about it, I got a headache. It was a lot simpler now, because everybody knew what was going on, except of course for my Father.

I slept well that night, and when I woke I was in a good mood. When I went downstairs everybody was in the kitchen. I sat down next to my Sister.

"Yours will be ready in ten minutes."

I gave Mother a brief smile, and she got to work making my breakfast. It was our usual start to the day, nothing out of the ordinary, until Chloe put her hand on my leg, high up near my crotch.

Turning to look at me, she said, "I have an itch that needs scratching. I can do it myself, but you will do a better job."

I looked at Mother, she was smirking, so I knew she was in on it, but Father had his head buried in the newspaper. It was going to be dangerous, but I was up for it.

"So where is this itch?"

Her hand that was on my thigh, then moved up and rubbed my crotch.

"It's on my back, between my shoulder blades."

No it wasn't, it was between her legs, but I put my hand on her back to keep up the pretence. Then I started scratching her.

"How long do you want me to do it for?"

"Until I am completely satisfied," then she paused, before adding, "Do you understand?"

"Of course little Sister, whatever you want."

That made both of them laugh. Father raised his head, then he shook it. He had no idea what was so funny, and no idea what was going to happen next, but I did. My Sister had made it clear what she wanted me to do. I was to finger her to a climax while she was sitting at the kitchen table, with Father sitting nearby, and Mother cooking my breakfast.

As soon as I put my hand on her lap, she opened her legs. Her skirt was short, but I still needed to pull it up so that I could get to her honey pot. As expected, she didn't have any knickers on. This had been planned. When I ran a finger up and down her slit, she didn't make a sound, but she did smile.

I wanted to thrust a couple of fingers deep into her, but that would be difficult, perhaps even impossible, without moving my position. Father wasn't the most observant person in the world, but he would suspect something was going on if I started leaning towards my Sister. There was only one thing I could do, and that was to just concentrate on her clit.

When I started rubbing it, two things happened. It started to swell, and the smile on my Sister's face disappeared. She now looked more serious, as if she was holding her emotions in. I then started to massage it harder. I was excited, but I was also hungry. My breakfast would be ready soon, so I needed to finish her off.

Looking at Mother, I said, "Is it nearly ready?"

"Yes," then she mouthed to me and my Sister, "Hurry up."

I gave her a discreet nod, so that she knew I had understood. Then I rubbed harder, and faster. A minute later I noticed my Sister biting her lip, and her eyes flicker, almost closing. A few seconds later she tugged on my hand, so I knew her climax was over. Just in time, my food was ready. Mother handed it to me. I checked that Father wasn't looking before sniffing my fingers, the ones that had been on my Sister's cunt.

I then declared loudly, "It smells delicious."

Mother then sniggered, and my Sister gave a brief giggle, but there was no reaction from Father. He had got to the sports section, his favourite part of the newspaper. If I had known that before I would have been tempted to fuck Chloe in front of him, and we would probably have got away with it.

It didn't take me long to eat.

"Thanks Mother, I enjoyed that."

"You're welcome."

"Chloe, what about you, did you enjoy it?"

My Sister had stayed at the table, finishing her coffee. She was now trying not to laugh, because she knew what Mother was really asking.

"It was very nice, but a pizza might have been better," then she paused, before saying, "A ten inch one."

We all laughed at that, including Father, which was worrying. Was he aware of what had happened between me and my Sister? Then he spoke.

"That's the funniest thing I have heard all week. Pizza for breakfast!"

Getting to work was a nightmare because of heavy traffic. It was a miracle that I was only fifteen minutes late. On my desk was a note from Victoria.

'I had a call from Walt this morning. He was singing your praises. Thanks for doing that work for him while I was off. Love Victoria xxx.'

I winced when I read the last part, and I hoped nobody else had seen the note. I liked Victoria, and I enjoyed having sex with her, but she wasn't my girlfriend, and I didn't want her to be. I now had a sinking feeling that our relationship could become awkward.

Half an hour later, while I was still thinking about that note, Victoria came to see me. There was nothing unusual about that, but her sitting on the edge of my desk and leaning towards me, was.

"Did you see my note?"

"Yes," then I gave her a smile, but it was forced. Her being so close to me was making me feel uncomfortable. What if somebody saw us like this together? That's how office rumours start. Then I noticed Jim approaching, and thankfully she did as well, because she got up from the desk.

"Hi Victoria."

She didn't greet him, but he got a nice smile. Then she turned to me and said, "We will speak later on."

As soon as she had gone, Jim came nearer to me, and in a low voice, said, "That's one sexy lady. Did you see what she was wearing?"

I nodded, and he smiled. Yes I had noticed. Her skirt was even shorter than usual, and she wasn't wearing a high top. Her blouse was quite revealing, exposing a lot of her breasts. They weren't very large, but before today they had always been covered.

I might have just been paranoid, but for the rest of the day it seemed that Victoria was making up excuses to come over and talk to me. When it was time to leave work I was relieved. I did want some attention from her, but it needed to be subtle rather than obvious, and not too often.

When I got home my Sister was still out, but she got back in time for our evening meal. It wasn't what we normally had on a weekday, it was a feast. Roast beef with all the trimmings.

"I hope you like it. I was in the mood for cooking so I prepared this."

None of us answered Mother, we were all staring at the food in front of us, eager to start. It was delicious. I ate until I was full, then I ate some more. After we had all finished I declared that I would do the washing up, but it would have to wait until my food settled.

"I'm going to watch television. Anybody want to join me?"

Mother got a yes from me and my Sister, but Father shook his head, he was still picking at the food.

Now that we were alone, I could ask them about The Tavern.

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes, but Chloe isn't. She has a date."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I couldn't remember the last time my Sister had gone out with anybody. She was gorgeous enough to have her pick of most men, but it seemed she preferred to get her sex at The Tavern rather than from a permanent relationship. I was intrigued.

"I'm disappointed, but who is he?"

"Just some man I met at a bar."

She was playing it down, so she must be keen on him. I could tell from the look on her face that she didn't want me to press her about it, so I left it at that.

The film Mother had picked was shit, so after twenty minutes I left to go and sort the kitchen out.

My first thought, when I woke the next day, was about The Tavern, and seeing Mother there. Then I thought about Victoria, and I shuddered. However, I needn't have worried. She was at my desk soon after I arrived, but she was more modestly dressed. She wasn't showing as much leg and breast as she had done yesterday. It looked as if we were back to normal. I wondered if somebody, perhaps George, had spoken to her?

Now that Victoria had come to her senses, I could concentrate fully on my work. For the next two hours I had my nose to the grindstone, then I left my desk to get a well-earned coffee. As I made it, Jim joined me.

"I wish I worked for Victoria."

"Yes she is a good boss."

But I didn't think that was why he had said it. I think he fancied her, and just wanted to be near her. I was tempted to ask how Mary was, but mentioning her name when he was thinking about Victoria would be cruel.

It was almost home time before I saw Victoria again.

"Sorry Simon, I have been neglecting you. I have been tied up with George."

I had a sudden mental image of them being bound tightly together, and I had to stop myself from laughing.

"I know it's late, but will you come to my office?"

"Yes, but give me five minutes."

She left, and I then spent the time tidying up my desk. I was eager to get to The Tavern, so as soon as the meeting was over I would be out of the door, and on my way to see Mother.

When I got to her office I was surprised that there were no documents on the table. The only thing on it was Victoria, sitting on the edge of it, with her long legs dangling down.

Smiling at her, I said, "What do you want me to do?"

"There are a lot of things I want you to do," then she paused, before adding, "But you can't do them."

I was confused. If the work was something I wasn't capable of doing, then why bring me here?

"Tell me what they are. I might be able to do them."

She stared at me for a few seconds, and it was getting uncomfortable. Then she spoke.

"I want my nipples sucking."

So it wasn't work related, but it was something I could do.

"I want my pussy licking until I scream."

No problems with that one as well.

"I want to be fucked until I climax."

My speciality.

"But you can't," then she looked around the office, before saying, "Not here."

Reluctantly, I had to agree with her, but why bring me here just to tell me all the things we couldn't do?

I shrugged my shoulders, before repeating what I had asked her earlier, "What do you want me to do?"

"Finger me. I am gagging for it, so it shouldn't take you long to work your magic and make me come."

As she got off the table, I wondered what was in it for me. I would certainly enjoy doing what she had asked, but I doubted if I would get a climax. However, I could live with that, because later on I would be fucking my Mother at The Tavern.

She was now sitting next to me, with no knickers on, and with her legs opened wide enough so that I could get my hand between them. As soon as my trigger finger was on her clit, I knew this wasn't going to take long to get her off, two or three minutes at the most. But we only got one, because without any warning, Jim had opened the door, and popped his head in. We both froze.

"Been speaking to Walt. He wants a quick word with you when you are free."

She gave him a forced smile, before saying, "Thanks, we are just about done here."

Then he was gone. When she tugged on my hand, I knew we had finished, even though she hadn't reached it. We sat together in silence for almost a minute, then she spoke.

"I've been stupid. It's too risky doing anything here. We need to find somewhere safe," then she added, "We will talk about it tomorrow."

On my way to The Tavern, I kept thinking about what Victoria had said. I had no idea where that safe place would be, but she was a smart lady so I knew she would think of something.

When I got to the street that it was on, I heard footsteps. Somebody was behind me, and they were getting nearer. I turned to face them, ready for a fight. However, I wasn't about to be mugged. It was Victoria.

"Are you following me?"

"Yes," and then she gave me a disarming smile, before saying, "Don't be angry."

"I thought somebody was going to attack me."

For some reason she thought that was funny. When she had finished laughing, all my anger had gone.

"Since you have followed me all this way, you might as well join me for a drink."

The nearest place was The Tavern, so I took her there. I even paid for her to get in.

"Rick this is Victoria, my boss."

He gave her a nice smile, then, as he shook her hand, he said, "Nice to meet you. Simon has told me all about you."

Victoria gave me a look that said I was in trouble, but Rick saved the day.

"That you are a great boss."

She now looked relieved, but I had told Rick everything, including the time I had fucked her at work.

As we drank, and talked, I waited for her to ask the question. She was an observant woman, so I knew that eventually she would.

"What's in that back room? A lot of men keep going in and out of it."

I had already decided that when she did ask, I would tell her, and tell her everything.

"Do you know what a Glory Hole is?"

She shook her head. I then explained it to her.

After I had finished, she said, "Men stick their cock's though a hole, so that a woman that they have never met, has sex with them?"

Her face was a mixture of surprise, and excitement.

"That just about sums it up."

"And do these women get paid?"

"Yes, but not much. For most of them it's more about being able to have anonymous sex than the money."

I could see her thinking about it, then she said, "When can I start working here?"

I laughed, until I realised she was serious. When Rick was free she asked him. It took him by surprise, but after looking her up and down, he said, "Yes, but you might want to speak to some of the girls first."

"OK, but I was hoping I could start now."

Rick was lost for words, and that was a first, but then Victoria laughed.

He shook his head, "You got me, I thought you were being serious."

It had been a joke, but if Rick had said yes, then I think she would have done it.

"How about coming back tomorrow, say after seven? I will introduce you to some of the wonderful ladies that work here."

She quickly agreed to that, and then Rick went back to do his bar work. Five minutes later she asked the next question that I had been waiting for.

"Do you go to the back room?"

I shrugged my shoulder, then said, "I only come here for the beer, and to talk to Rick."

I didn't expect her to believe me, and from the look on her face I could tell she knew I wasn't telling the truth.

Smiling at her I said, "Of course I do."

"Who do you see?"

I could hear in her voice that she was eager to know. For the next half hour I talked about all of the ones I had seen, including my Mother and Sister.

"So Lizzy and Charlotte are your favourite?"

"Yes, but don't mention Charlotte to Rick. I am not sure he knows that she works here. She always works with somebody else so her name never appears on the door."

I was now waiting for the final question. She asked it after we had been served our third drink.

"Are you going to see Lizzy tonight?"

"Yes, but only if you don't mind."

She took her time thinking about it, then she said, "OK, but you must take me home afterwards," then she hesitated, before adding, "My husband is home late tonight, very late."

As I walked to the back room, I almost laughed out loud. My boss had just given me permission to fuck my Mother, and I was wondering if I should tell Jim that the next time I saw him. If I did, I would have to say Lizzy instead of Mother, but I bet it would still shock him.

"The password is Butterfly."

That made her laugh.

"I am glad that you are finally here. What kept you?"

"It's a long story."

"In that case don't bother. We have better things to do than talk."

I was on her tits as soon as they were through the holes. I attacked her nipples with my mouth and hand. When I sucked hard she gasped. I then tried to get all of her into my mouth. That was never going to happen, but it was a valiant attempt.

"Easy Simon, that was too much."

I raised my head, then said, "Sorry Mummy."

"I want to enjoy this. The last guy was rough as well."

That made me feel guilty.

"What did he do?"

I then got back to work on her nipples, but this time with more respect.

"He kept squeezing them too hard. When I asked him to stop, he started sucking on me. That was nice, until he started nibbling on my nipples. Then when he was going to fuck me, he kept trying to stick his cock up my ass, even though I had said no."

"Sounds like a complete bastard. Did you ask him to leave?"

"I was going to, then he behaved himself. I even ended up coming. It was nice even though it wasn't a big one."

I was now determined to make this special for her.

For the next few minutes I worshipped her nipples. As I played with them, I listened to the noises she was making, so that I could tell if she liked what I was doing. Her tits had my full attention, and I was happy to continue, but soon she wanted to stop.

"That was good, but if you want to keep Mummy happy, you need to play with my pussy now."

I was ready to fuck her, but from what she had said, it seemed she wanted some more foreplay first, so I put my hand through the hole, rather than my cock. Her cunt was quickly up against my fingers.

"Start with three. I am so worked up they will go in easily."

They did. As I pushed them into her, it felt as if her cunt was helping by sucking them in. When they were fully in, she rocked against them. All I needed to do was keep my fingers still, and she would do the rest.

"If you want, you can play with my bottom."

I liked the sound of that, and I had another hand that was currently doing nothing, so I took her up on her offer.

As she continued rocking, I massaged her bottom. Slowly moving my fingers to her other opening. When I got there, and teased it with a finger, she gasped, and I felt it tighten, then relax. She had said no to a cock going in it, but would she accept my finger? There was only one way to find out.

When I started to push it in, she stopped moving, and when it was fully in she sighed.

"That feels sooooo good."

She then started rocking again, and I started fucking her ass with that finger. But this time she was moving a lot faster than before, and I knew she wouldn't stop so that I could fuck here. She was going to continue until she climaxed.

It was a rough ride, and I had to concentrate so that my fingers didn't come out of her, but eventually she got there, and it was a big one. It started with her screaming, and it was loud enough to wake the dead. Shortly after I heard a booming voice from one of the other rooms.

"Lizzy, can I have some of that?"

Then she laughed, and I knew it was Rose.

It took her a while to recover, and when she started to move I pulled all my fingers out, and then I put my cock through the hole. I wasn't sure what service it was going to get. I was hoping for cunt, but I suspected it was going to be hand, or possibly mouth.

It was hand, but it quickly became mouth. It was my second choice, but I wasn't complaining. Mother was very good at this. When she started bobbing her head, taking a decent amount of my cock into her mouth, I closed my eyes. I knew I was going to enjoy it.

She then slowly took me towards a climax. The speed was just right, the pressure was just right, and when I came, it was perfect. When I left the room I felt relaxed, all the tension of the day had disappeared.

"You must tell me about it."

It was usually Rick that quizzed me when I got back, but this time it was Victoria.

"A gentleman never tells."

I had a smug look on my face, but that disappeared when she gave me a slap on my arm.

"That hurt."

She just laughed, and I grinned, then I told her all about it, in as much detail as I could remember. When I got to the part where Rose had shouted out, she couldn't stop giggling.

When I had finished, I wanted another drink, but she said no. She wanted to go home, and I was to come with her. Then she made it clear what she wanted from me when we got there, because as we were leaving, she looked at me and said, "Can I have some of that?"

It was a twenty minute journey to her house, and during most of that time we were kissing. I even had my hands on her tits. The taxi driver kept glancing at us in his rear-view mirror, but he didn't say anything, he just kept smirking.

When we stopped in front of her place, she was excited. Looking forward to what was about to happen. However, the big grin on her face disappeared in an instance when she looked out of the window.

"The lights are on. My husband is back."

"We could go to a hotel?"

She shook her head, and I knew that what we had planned was now dead in the water.

As I watched her walk away, I told the driver the new destination, then I waited for him to make some stupid comment, like, 'You win some, you lose some', or 'Better luck next time', but he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut.

Twice we had tried, and both times had ended in failure. However, her husband was in for a treat. There was no way she was going to go to sleep without being fucked. It's just a pity that it wasn't going to be me that was doing it.

Despite all the frustration from not being able to have sex with Victoria, I slept well. As I went downstairs I was looking forward to breakfast, but when I entered the kitchen I wished I hadn't. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Mother was frowning, and my Sister was nearly in tears.

"How was your date?"

My Sister then started sobbing, and Mother was now angrily shaking her head. It took some time to calm her down, then, between sobs, she told me what had happened. When she had finished I was fuming. She thought he was Mr. Nice guy, but he turned out to be Mr. Nasty. The top and bottom of it was that he was determined to have sex, even though she had said no. He hadn't got physical, but he had frightened my Sister, and at one point she thought she might have to give in. However, she didn't. I wanted to know his name, and where he lived, but my Sister wouldn't tell me.

By the time I got to work, I was a lot calmer. An hour later I got a call from Victoria, asking me to come to her office. I hoped it was just for work, because I wasn't in the mood for anything else.

"Rick called me this morning, to let me know that I will be talking to Rose and Mary tonight."

She was obviously excited, and I was pleased for her. If she did work at The Tavern it would be good for both of us. She would get as much sex as she wanted, and I wouldn't risk losing my job, by being caught in her office with my hands, or cock, in places that they shouldn't be. And, when I wanted to, I could go down to The Tavern and fuck her.

When it got to home time, I was in the middle of a piece of work, so I stayed late to finish it. It was almost eight before it was completed.

As I opened the front door, I felt apprehensive. I was half expecting my Mother and Sister to still be in the kitchen, and my Sister still crying. However, they were in the living room, and both of them were laughing.

Looking at me and smiling, my Sister said, "Don't worry about me. I am OK now."

Then my Mother chipped in with, "We killed him. When you get a few minutes will you help us bury the body."

Then they laughed, and I joined in.

The next day I arrived at work in a better mood. My Sister was now OK, so I didn't need to worry about her. Victoria was waiting for me. She was perched on the edge of my desk, showing off her long legs.

"I start work next week, but I don't know which day yet. Rick is going to call me."

Then, as she was leaving, she turned to me and said, "And my stage name is Madonna."

Half an hour after she had gone, Jim came over. He wanted something proof-reading. It didn't take me long, and, as expected, there were no mistakes. When I had finished I decided that I would tell him about Victoria. I knew he could be trusted. When I told him that she was going to be working at The Tavern, he wouldn't believe me, but eventually he did. When he left, to go back to his desk, I heard him muttering under his breath, "Madonna." Then I had a thought. Which one of us would be the first to try her out at The Tavern? My money was on Jim.

Anne was supposed to be coming back Saturday, or possibly early on Sunday, so I knew I should really save myself for her, but today was Friday, and I didn't have anything else to do, so after work I set off for The Tavern.

"Hi Simon, is Anne still away?"

"Yes, that's why I am here."

"And I thought it was because you enjoyed my sparkling conversation, and my good beer."

"No, you always talk crap, and the beer is overpriced."

He laughed, but I kept a serious face for as long as I could, then I couldn't help joining in.

"We have a NEW girl tonight, Charlotte."

The he winked at me. So he had known about my Sister working here with the other girls, though he still didn't know she was my Sister. She was now legitimate.

I kept up the pretence of her being new, by saying, "I think I will try her."

However, she wasn't free, so I waited until I had finished my drink before trying again. This time she was.

"I'm Charlotte, and I am a dirty bitch, but who are you?"

I wondered if that was going to be her tag line.

"I'm Simon your big Brother, and I know you are a dirty bitch."

That made her laugh, and she was still laughing as she opened the panels, but she stopped when I went for her tits. They were nice and firm, and her nipples were already prominent, even before I had given them any attention. A few seconds later they got even bigger, as I played with one, and sucked on the other. This was something I could never get enough of, and I took my time feasting on them. Then I started to gently nibble her.

"I like that, I like it a lot."

Then I rolled the other one between a finger and thumb.

"And I like that as well."

Was there anything she didn't like? One day I might ask her.

I was hoping to get five minutes on her tits, and possibly ten. However, I got a lot more than that. I can't be sure exactly how long, because I was so engrossed that I lost track of time. The only reason I stopped was because she asked me to.

As soon as my cock was through the hole, she giggled, then she said, "I hope you are not thinking of putting that into my teeny-weeny pussy."

She had tried to sound as girly as possible, and she had done a good job, but she wasn't in the same league as Anne.

"Actually I was."

That got more giggling, then she said, "OK, but first you need to get me excited."

I thought I had already done that, with all the attention I had given to her tits.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Do to me what you did to Mother."

It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened the last time with her.

"Yes, but I don't want you to climax on my fingers. I want to fuck you."

"It's a deal."

If we had been in the room together we would have shook hands.

My cock had now been replaced by my hand. As soon as her cunt was within reach, I was pushing three fingers into her. She was tighter than Mother had been, but she took them without complaining. Then she started rocking against them. I kept them still, letting her do all the movement.

"Don't forget my bottom."

So Mother must have told her everything. My other hand was now in, and it was stroking her bottom.

"That's nice, in a friendly sort of way, but for fuck's sake stick your fingers up my bottom."

It was a command rather than a request. When I rammed three into her she gasped. Mother had got one, but I was giving her more. She was now breathing heavily, and I was expecting her to ask me to take them out.

"I guess I got what I asked for. Keep them in, but don't move them. That will be too much for me. I am going to stay still, and I want you to finger fuck my pussy. When I am ready for your cock I will let you know."

We now had a plan, and it was a good one.

I started slowly, but I soon upped the pace. Her tight cunt was now loosening up, and she was getting wet, very wet. As I fingered her, I was listening carefully to the noises she was making. I had made her orgasm enough times before, so I knew the signs for when she was getting close. Thankfully that was still a long way off.

However, it soon changed, and I had to back off. I was now fingering her just enough to keep her ticking over. I hadn't managed to fuck Mother, but I was going to make sure that I got to fuck my Sister.

"I need to come."

I ignored her.

"Please."

She sounded desperate, so I gave in.

"OK, but don't you dare climax until I fuck you."

"Yes Mr. Jenkins," then she giggled.

So Anne had told her about him as well.

My fingers were out of her in record time, and my cock nearly broke the sound barrier when I thrust it through the hole. It was still wobbling when she pushed against it. As it slipped in, I sighed, and she groaned.

I didn't let her catch her breath before I started.

"I love your big cock. Does that slut Anne like your cock?"

I winced, but I don't know why. My Girlfriend was a slut, that's why I liked her so much.

"Does she swallow? Don't be silly, of course she does."

I had no idea what had brought all of this on, but it was obviously getting her excited, so I wasn't going to stop her.

"Fuck me hard, harder than you fuck her. My pussy is better than hers. I can take it."

That wasn't true, Anne could certainly take it as well, but I don't think my Sister wanted a discussion, she just wanted to talk dirty. But two could play that game.

As I pushed deep into her, I said, "Has Father ever fucked your tight cunt?"

That made her groan, and I knew she was nearly there. It wasn't going to take much more to push her over the edge.

"Imagine his cock being inside you. When he fucks Mother, I bet he thinks of you."

That did it. She gave an almighty moan, then her body stiffened. I wasn't there yet so I kept on fucking her, only managing to come as her body relaxed. My cock twitched six or seven times, which was a lot for me, possibly a record.

When I got back to the bar, there was no sign of Rick, and there were two customers waiting to be served. It was another minute before he appeared. When he had finished with them he came over.

"How was the new girl?"

"OK," then we both laughed.

We than chatted about yesterday's game, and then onto politics. That topic got rather heated, so we moved back to sport. Rick then left me alone, only coming back when I needed another drink. I was having a good time, until I noticed somebody coming from the back room. As they approached me, I wanted a hole in the ground to appear and swallow me up.

"Hello Son, will you get me a beer."

I did, and then we talked.

"Let's cut out the bullshit. Both of us are here for only one reason."

I nodded. Father was a man of few words, but when he spoke he usually made sense.

"I come here every so often. It makes a nice change. What about you?"

"Twice a week, sometimes more."

He gave me strange look, then he laughed.

"I guess if I was your age I would do the same."

Then I had a chilling thought.

As casually as I could manage, I said, "Who did you see today?"

"Charlotte, it's the first time I have had her," then he leant towards me, and whispered, "She's one hell of a fuck. You must try her."

I forced a smile, then I said, "I might just do that."

But inwardly I was groaning.. It had just become complicated again!

86 Glory Hole Ch. 05

I'm going home, are you coming?"

"No. I'm going to stay for a while."

He then left, and I gestured to Rick that I wanted another beer. He was busy with another customer, but as soon as he was free he served me.

"That guy you were talking to. Do you know him?"

"I do now."

"Very funny, but you know what I mean."

I could see in his face that what I had said had irritated him. Rick was now more than just a bartender, he was a friend, so I needed to apologise.

"Sorry," then I quickly added, "Never seen him before. Just somebody who wanted to talk about the girls."

"He comes in every few weeks, always on a Friday. You are the first person that he has spoken to."

"So he orders his drinks by sign language?"

That got a smile from Rick.

"Of course he talks to me, but we never have a conversation. I don't even know his name."

I did, but that was because he was my Father. His name was Frank, but he had told me that to the girls he was known as Elvis. Half an hour ago, when I had seen him come out of the back room, I nearly had a heart attack. He was the last person I had expected to see at The Tavern. But you know what they say, it's the quiet ones you have to worry about.

On my way home, I kept thinking about what had happened. My Father had fucked Chloe, his Daughter, through the Glory Hole, without realising who she was. My Sister had been happy to accept Elvis's cock, not knowing that it was really her Father's. I was now trying to find an answer to the big question, 'Should I tell them?'

When I went to bed I was still thinking about it. Anne was due back Sunday, I could discuss it with her, and then I realised that I couldn't. She still didn't know that Lizzy was my Mother and that Charlotte was my Sister. I hadn't told her because I was worried what her reaction might be. You either think tasting forbidden fruit is erotic, or disgusting. From what I already knew about Anne, I would guess she would find it exciting, but I had a nagging feeling that she might not approve of it. However, I would have to tell her eventually, otherwise I would never be able to take her home to meet my family.

It was just after eight when I woke. I was tempted to stay in bed longer, but my stomach was rumbling, so I got up. When I went into the kitchen, my Sister was at the table. I looked at her, and she smiled.

"After you left me, a new guy came into the room. I bet you can't guess what he was calling himself?"

I bet I could, but I needed to pretend that I didn't.

"Rumpelstiltskin."

That got a frown from her.

"Don't be silly, have a proper guess."

I was tempted to tell her the correct answer, just to shock her, but I resisted.

"Rupert."

"That's better, but no."

This could go on all day.

"I give in."

"It was, drum roll please."

I just ignored her.

"Elvis."

I shrugged my shoulders, then I said, "What's the big deal? That's a perfectly good name."

"I just thought it was unusual. Nobody calls themselves Elvis these days."

I hadn't planned to quiz her about last night, but her mentioning it had given me the opportunity to do so.

As casually as I could, I said, "So how was Elvis?"

"Good. I would say he was about fifty years old," then she giggled, before saying, "But he fucked nearly as good as you."

So there was still life in the old dog.

"Did he have a big cock?"

"Average. No, slightly bigger than that."

So I hadn't inherited my ten inches from him.

"Do you think he will be back?"

Her hands were now on her hips, and she was staring at me, obviously offended by my question.

"Of course he will be back. He said so himself, and it might even be next week."

She then got up to make herself a coffee, and I debated with myself again about telling her. I was still thinking about it when Mother and Father joined us.

During breakfast there wasn't much conversation, and as soon as my Sister and Mother had finished, they left the kitchen. We could now, if we wanted to, talk about last night.

I looked at Father, wondering what to say. He then gave me a brief smile, before getting back to his newspaper. And that was the end of it.

An hour later I called Anne. I wanted to know what time she would be back tomorrow. I had spoken to her yesterday, and that had been when she had told me that she wouldn't be home Saturday, she was staying an extra day. I had been disappointed, but I didn't make a big deal of it. However, when she now informed me that Sunday had become Thursday, I lost the plot. We argued, and I even slammed the phone down. A few seconds later she called me back.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

Normally that got me excited, but this time it just made me laugh.

For the rest of the day I did as little as possible. I even had a nap in the afternoon, but that turned out to be a bad idea, because it was now nearly midnight and I couldn't sleep. I think it was after one when I eventually drifted off.

Despite not getting to sleep until late, I woke early, just before seven. It was after eight before anybody else was up, and it was Father. After a quick breakfast, he surprised me my saying, "I am off to play golf."

Not long after he had gone, my Sister joined me in the kitchen, and I got another surprise. She was just wearing her knickers.

Staring at her I said, "What if Father had seen you like this?"

"He would have got a stiffy," then she laughed, before saying, "I heard him leave, so I knew it was OK to come down. I am going to have some toast, then I am going to go back to bed. I need my beauty sleep."

As she popped the bread into the toaster, I went behind her and put my hands on her hips, then I whispered in her ear, "I have something for you."

She giggled, then said, "I know. I can feel it pushing against me."

When she turned round, I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she pushed me back with both her hands.

"I need food more that I need sex."

"Not a problem. You can eat while I fuck you."

She shook her head.

"Let me. If you do I will tell you who Elvis is," then I quickly added, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Who is he?"

It had just popped into my head, and I should have had the good sense to keep it there. She was now giving me an intimidating stare, and it was going to continue until I told her.

I was never going to win, so I took two deep breathes, then I said, "It's Father."

I watched her face change. First it was shocked, then it was thoughtful, but soon it became excited. I seized the opportunity, by going for her tits.

As I pulled on both of her nipples, she said, "That's what he did," then she shook her head, before continuing with, "My Father played with my nipples."

I muttered under my breath, "He did more than that," but I don't think she heard me.

When I greedily sucked on her nipple, she gasped, and then said, "What if he comes back?"

"He's gone to play golf."

Now that she knew it was safe to carry on, she was more enthusiastic, and moaning louder than before. Each time I switched nipples, the volume seemed to go up. Any louder and she would wake Mother up.

And that is what happened. She got louder, and shortly after, we were startled by Mother entering the kitchen.

"I don't mind you fucking, but please will you keep the noise down."

Then she looked as if she was going to leave, but when she gave us a wicked grin, I knew she was staying, and I knew she was joining in.

Both my Sister's nipples were now being sucked.

"I need a tongue on my clit," then she gasped, before saying, "And I need it now."

We both raised our heads, then we looked at each other. Who was going to do it? I wanted to, but the look on Mother's face told me that she wanted it more.

I waved my hand, as if I was gesturing for her to go through a door, then I said, "After you."

She giggled, then we both stepped back, so that my Sister could lie down. Unless we changed rooms, it was going to have to be the table or the floor. She chose the table. After taking her knickers off, she was quickly onto it, ready for Mother to get to work on her pussy.

I watched as Mother parted Chloe's legs, before burying her head between them. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a thirsty cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and I smiled. She was doing a good job.

"Play with my tits."

I had been mesmerised by what was going on between my Sister's legs, but it was now time for me to join in.

It soon became a competition, about who could give Chloe the most pleasure. Mother had the advantage because she was working on a clit, but I wasn't far behind with what I was doing to the nipples.

Five minutes later it seemed as if we would take her over the edge, but she wanted more.

Between moans, she said, "Change over."

I was happy to do that, but my Mother seemed reluctant. She only moved when I pulled on her head. As we crossed over, I could see the disappointment on her face. Childishly I stuck my tongue out at her, and in response, she raised her middle finger, then gestured it towards me. We then both burst out laughing.

"Take your time. Don't worry about me."

My Sister had said it with heavy sarcasm. I looked at Mother, and the laughing stopped. We knew that if we delayed much longer, it would spoil it for Chloe.

Now that it was my turn on her cunt, I was going to make the most of it. I started by running my tongue up and down her slit several times, then I stuck it in as far as it would go. Next I attacked her big clit.

"Fuck. That's so good."

I was pleased that she liked it, but I had something better up my sleeve, and when I did it she gave an almighty moan. I had sucked on her clit.

"Do it again."

I did, and I kept on doing it.

"Bite my nipple," then she gasped, before saying, "Gently."

Her cunt and nipples were now getting the attention that they needed, but my cock was getting nothing.

"Let me know when you need to be fucked."

That got a "No," quickly followed by, "Just make me come now."

I wasn't happy with that, and I was about to protest, then my Mother spoke.

"Make her come, and then you can have me."

That was all the incentive I needed. As I licked and sucked on her clit, I thought of what was happening next. My cock would soon be pushing deep into my Mother, and it wouldn't stop until it was fully in. Then I would fuck her hard, very hard.

Now that I was concentrating fully, it wasn't going to take long to take my Sister over the edge. After a couple more minutes, she was nearly there.

"Suck harder."

I glanced at my Mother, and I could tell she was thinking the same as me. Who was Chloe talking to? However, it didn't matter, because both of us started doing what she had asked. Seconds later my Sister erupted. It was the full works, back arching, head jerking and eyes rolling. It looked as if it was never going to end. When it did, Chloe looked exhausted.

As she got off the table, she muttered, "I only came down for some toast."

I looked across at the toaster, then I said, "It's ready now."

She laughed, and we joined in. It was stone cold, having popped up ages ago.

Staring at it, she said, "I'm going to have cereal now instead."

Then Mother added, "And I am going to have a big cock."

"In that case I'm going to eat in the living room."

We waited until my Sister had left before starting. Mother only took her knickers off, leaving her bra and nightie on, so I knew she just wanted to be fucked. I was OK with that, my Sister had provided the foreplay, so I was ready to go straight for it as well.

I thought she might do what Chloe had done, go on the table, but instead she bent over one of the kitchen chairs. It wasn't the best height for me, and I would have to bend my knees, but I wasn't going to say no. I was twenty three, and at that age you will accept any position, no matter how uncomfortable, when there is cunt on offer.

As my cock pushed into her, she sighed, then said, "I love your Father, but I wish he had your cock."

Then, when I started fucking her, she added, "We had sex last night, but I need more."

I thought she was going to keep talking, but when I started giving her long hard strokes, she went quiet.

It wasn't long before she was gasping, and my balls were tightening. We would both be reaching it soon, and with a bit of luck, at the same time. Shortly after we both climaxed, only seconds apart. As soon as my cock had stopped twitching, I pulled out of her. I wished every Sunday morning would start like this.

Father got back just after midday. We were in the living room, watching television.

"You need to get some exercise. Just watching television all day is not good for you."

Then he was gone. We all looked at each other, then we laughed. We had got plenty of exercise while he was away.

Monday was a slow day. I had lots of work to do, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Victoria was in, but was busy for most of the day in meetings. I only saw her twice, and for just a few minutes each time. By the afternoon I was even hoping that Jim would come over and see me, but he didn't.

I left at five on the dot, but this time for home rather than The Tavern. I wasn't in the mood for sex, and that was now worrying me. I was twenty four in two months. Was I getting old?

However, when I woke the next day, I had an erection that was so hard it could have cut through steel. My libido was back. I was tempted to knock one off, but that would be a waste, better to save it for a Glory Hole in The Tavern tonight.

When I got into work, Victoria was waiting for me, and it was obvious that she wanted to tell me something. When I got near to her, she looked around, to check that there was nobody listening, before saying, "I start tonight."

I was now glad that I had restrained myself this morning.

"Will you be going to The Tavern?"

"I wasn't going to," then I paused briefly, to tease her, before continuing with, "But I will do now."

That got a big smile from her. I was always going to go, but saying that to her had made her feel special. Before going back to her office, she told me that she would only be working between six and eight. Rick had suggested that she only did a short shift on her first day, and she had agreed with him.

I had a lot of work to do, so lunch was a sandwich at my desk while I got on with it. While taking my second bite, I saw Jim approaching. Yesterday I would have welcomed the distraction, but today I was too busy.

"Did you know that polar bears have black skin and although their fur appears white, it is actually transparent?"

It was another one of his random facts, and my first reaction was to say, "Yes, now fuck off," but what I actually said was, "No. That is very interesting."

He then stood there, and I could tell he wanted to say something else. I gave him a nice smile, then I waited. Eventually it came out.

"Do you know when Victoria," then he started again, "Do you know when Madonna is working at The Tavern?"

"Yes, but it's a secret. If I tell you I will have to kill you."

That got a wry smile from him, but I don't think he found it funny, so I decided to just tell him.

"Tonight, between six and eight."

"Are you going to see her?"

See her. I'm going to fuck her.

"Yes, what about you?"

"I have something planned," then he quickly said, "But it can be cancelled."

Thankfully, he didn't stay long. We were now both going to The Tavern, and we had arranged to meet there at five thirty.

We didn't leave together, but we got there almost at the same time. I was just ordering a beer when Jim arrived. I got one for him as well. For the next twenty minutes we talked about lots of things, but we avoided the elephant in the room. That was Victoria, and who would be going first.

It was now five minutes to six, so we had to decide.

"It's nearly time."

Jim looked at his watch, than nodded in agreement.

"What do we do, toss a coin?"

He looked horrified at my suggestion.

"No. I am happy to wait."

That made me feel guilty, and I was now determined that he would have the honour of going first.

"Thanks Jim, but I insist."

When he looked at me he must have seen that I meant it, because he said, "OK."

When it was time, I wished him good luck, then he made his way to the back room. Rick then came over.

"Who is he seeing?"

"Victoria."

Rick shook his head, then he reached under the bar. He now had in his hand a nameplate, and on it was 'Madonna'. Jim was back as Rick was showing it to me.

Looking at Jim, he said, "Sorry, I need to put this on the door first."

This time when Jim went to the back room, he was accompanied by Rick.

I now had to wait my turn. As I drank my beer I kept checking my watch. My guess was that it would be twenty minutes, but Jim was gone longer than that, almost forty. When he got back to the bar he looked like the cat that had got the cream.

"I think I am in love."

I was pleased he had enjoyed it, and I didn't burst his bubble by reminding him that he was supposed to be in love with Mary. It was now my turn, so while he gestured to Rick for another drink, I went to the back room.

As soon as I opened the door, she spoke.

"I'm Madonna, but I can't sing and I can't dance, but I can make love."

I muttered under my breath, "Just like the real one."

"Hi, it's Simon," then to make sure that she knew who I was, I added, "From work."

"Good. I have been waiting for you."

I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"What did you think of my introduction?"

"I like it, but fuck sounds better than make love."

"I can't possibly say that. It would sound so rude."

I thought she was being serious, but then she laughed. I shook my head, she had got me. Then, with the anticipation rising, I waited for the panels to open.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes," and I meant it.

They weren't very big, but they were still a nice handful, or a full mouthful, and they looked firm. Her areola were large and dark brown, almost chocolate coloured. In contrast, her nipples were a lot lighter. Yes, I did like them.

When I squeezed her tits, she gasped, and when I pulled on both nipples, she moaned. This was going to be fun, for both of us.

"I've waited a long time for you to play with them. You can suck on them if you want."

I didn't need asking twice.

I was now milking her as if I was a baby at my Mother's breast, only stopping so that I could switch nipples. If she had been in the room with me, I bet she would have stroked my head while I was sucking on her.

"I think that's enough."

That startled me. I had been so engrossed in what I was doing, that I was almost in a trance like state. How much time had passed? Ten minutes, or it could have been even longer.

When she closed the panels I took my cock out, and then I gave it a couple of strokes, so that it would look its best when I put it through the hole.

As I pushed it into the other room, I said, "Is that enough for you?"

"Yes. More than enough," then she giggled.

I knew I should have started slowly, and that's what I had intended to do, but once I was in her I couldn't help it. I just had to fuck her hard. The first stroke was almost the full ten inches, and the next one was. I then continued fucking her hard, driven by an overwhelming need to climax inside her.

"I can't take much more of this."

Should I stop? I wasn't sure that I could.

"You need to make my pussy come."

Good, she wanted to carry on, and with a bit of luck I would be able to give her what she wanted before I climaxed. However, if that was going to happen then I needed to try harder. As I continued fucking her, I put both hands on her bottom, then I spread her cheeks, so that I could go in deeper. A few seconds later I knew it was working, because she was now moaning non-stop. It wouldn't be long before she reached it.

I got there first, but only just. As I flooded her cunt, she climaxed. Mine was a nice one, and hers sounded as if it was as well. I was happy to stay in her for as long as possible, but she moved away from me as soon as her orgasm ended.

"Victoria, sorry Madonna, how do you like your new job?"

I was expecting a quick answer, a resounding yes, but she was silent.

"Having second thoughts?"

She sighed, before saying, "Yes. The thought of lots of sex was exciting, but having more than one man in an evening, is too much for me."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I kept quiet.

"If I get another big cock tonight, then I think it will kill me."

When I got back to the bar, Jim and Rick were talking. They stopped when they saw me.

Rick then said, "You look disappointed."

"I guess I am. She was very good, but I think she's going to quit."

It was now Rick's turn to look disappointed.

"That's a pity, but it doesn't suit everybody."

Jim didn't say anything, he just looked gutted, and soon after he left without finishing his drink. I stayed for another two hours. Anne was still away, so there was no reason to rush home.

When I woke the next day I was in a good mood, that was because it was Wednesday, the day my Mother and Sister worked together at The Tavern. There I could fuck both of then to my heart's content, without the fear of Father walking in on us.

I ate breakfast alone, and had almost finished when Father joined me.

"Your Mother and Sister are not well."

I looked at him, expecting more details, but I didn't get any.

"What's wrong with them?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and then he said, "Just a bug."

At that point I stopped asking. When I had finished I went upstairs. They were both in the bathroom, one vomiting into the sink, and the other into the toilet. I left them to it. Whatever they had, I didn't want to catch it. As I went back downstairs, I felt sorry for them, but also for myself. There was no way they would be able to work at The Tavern tonight.

I was fifteen minutes late for work. When I got to my desk Jim was there, sitting in my chair. He quickly got up.

"Just keeping it warm for you."

I smiled, but I was actually annoyed. I just hoped he hadn't changed any of the settings. It was one of my pet hates, people messing about with my chair.

Still smiling, I said, "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk about last night."

We then did, and we both agreed that it was a shame that Victoria wasn't going to continue at The Tavern.

It was only a short while after Jim had gone, when Victoria appeared.

"I told Rick."

I just nodded, then she left without saying anything else. Was that the end of any sort of relationship with her? I didn't know, only time would tell.

At four thirty I ran out of work, and I wasn't eager to get any more. I then spent the next half hour trying to decide what I was going to do tonight. I had two options, go home, or go to The Tavern. Anne had called me just before midday, telling me that she was back tomorrow, so it should have been an easy decision. However, sticking my cock through one of the Glory Holes was very tempting.

As I made my way home I felt righteous, I was doing the right thing, but deep down I knew that if my Mother and Sister had been working, then I would be on my way to The Tavern.

Just before I went to bed, Anne called again, to give me good and bad news. Good, because she would definitely be home tomorrow. Bad, because she was going to be working at The Tavern in the evening. Apparently there was a bug going around, and Rick was short of girls. It was probably what my Mother and Sister had gone down with. I wasn't happy, but we came to a compromise. She would meet me after work, and we would go to The Tavern together. I had wanted her undivided attention, but now I was having to share her, but it was better than nothing.

When I woke the next day, I knew the best thing to do was to put Anne out of my mind. If I kept thinking about her it would be a long day. The time would go by quicker if I was busy.

That worked until three in the afternoon. After that I kept checking my watch every ten minutes or so, I just couldn't help it. When it was time to leave I breathed a huge sigh of relief. However, I then had to wait nearly thirty minutes outside the building, because Anne was late, but when I saw her all my frustration disappeared in an instance. We hugged and kissed for so long that some people that were nearby were starting to stare. When we noticed them, we both laughed, and then we parted.

"I've missed you."

"Me too. I was only supposed to be away for a week."

"You're here now, that's all that matters."

Half an hour later we were at the back of The Tavern, and Anne was searching for her key.

"It must be here somewhere."

But it wasn't, we even emptied her handbag to make sure.

"Please will you get a key from Rick?"

"Yes, but only if you give me a kiss."

"OK, but get the key first."

However, when I tried to kiss her, she didn't resist. In fact she kissed me back, and when I put my hands on her tits, she didn't stop me. She even let me unbutton her coat so that I could put my hands inside. When I squeezed one of her tits she moaned. My other hand then pulled her skirt up, so that it could get to her cunt. As I gently rubbed her through her knickers, she moaned again, but this time louder.

"We need to get inside. Go and find Rick"

"No, I can't wait."

Then I rubbed that golden nugget of hers even harder, and she gasped.

As good as this was, I wanted more. I wanted to push my fingers deep into her, and then I wanted to fuck her. I wasn't convinced that she would let me continue here, but I was going to try. The first obstacle to overcome was her knickers, they needed to come off, but then I had a better idea. I put my other hand up her skirt, then with both hands I pulled on them. I heard them rip. Anne was about to protest, but when my fingers touched her naked cunt she stopped. They were probably very expensive, and they might even have been her favourite pair, but I didn't care.

I now had two fingers up her, and I was fucking her with them. I didn't dare touch her clit, because I knew that if I did, she would climax soon after.

"I need your big cock."

Good, all her resistance had gone. She now wanted it as much as I did, even if it meant being fucked at the back of The Tavern, with the risk of being caught. Looking around, I couldn't see an obvious place to do it.

"I can lean over the wall."

She was right, that was probably the best option. At one side of The Tavern was a low wall, two feet high at the most. If she bent over it, I could fuck her from behind.

It didn't take her long to get into position, and for a split second I wondered if she had done this before. Probably not, but it wouldn't surprise me if she had. She still had all her clothes on, even her torn knickers, but I had pulled her coat and skirt up so that I could get access to her.

When I pushed into her, it lifted her up, and she nearly fell over the wall. That made her giggle, but it became a moan when I started giving her long strokes. Both of us were desperate, so it wasn't going to take long. After only a couple of minutes we were nearly there, then we heard footsteps. We froze. They became louder, and we knew we were going to be in trouble.

"Don't mind me, just carry on."

Then she laughed, and I gave a huge sigh of relief. Only one person laughs like that, Rose.

We took her advice to carry on fucking, and we didn't even wait until she had gone into The Tavern. It didn't take us long to finish, and when we did, we both had the best climax that we had ever had together.

Rose hadn't locked the door, so I didn't need to get the key. After she went in, I made my way to the front of The Tavern.

"Hi Rick, a beer please."

"Coming up."

After serving me, he started to leave, then he stopped.

"Has Anne started work?"

I nodded, then said, "I escorted her to the back door."

I didn't tell him that I had fucked her before she went in, because I didn't know how he would take it. Better not to tell him.

After getting me my second drink, Rick handed me a leaflet.

"I almost forgot to give you one of these."

I read it, then I read it again.

"Is it for real?"

"Yes, it's today's special for my regulars."

I looked at it for the third time.

'* Today Only * Rose is hosting a sponsored cock sucking event. For every mouthful she swallows, Rick, the generous owner of The Tavern, will denote money to Rose's favourite charity, The Hedgehog Sanctuary'.

"She has a thing about Hedgehogs."

I hadn't known that, and I wondered if, when she gives them the money that she has collected, she will tell them how she has earned it? I hoped not.

I wasn't in the mood to see Rose. I had already emptied my balls this evening, into Anne. It would have been better if Rose was doing it tomorrow. However, Rick kept asking me, and it was getting annoying, so I gave in.

"What's your name big boy?"

She then laughed. It was her full uninhibited one. I shook my head, nobody laughs like her.

"It's Simon."

This time it was a chuckle, but it was almost as loud as her laugh.

"Didn't I see you earlier with Anne?"

She knew she had.

"I would like some of that, but today is a cock sucking day."

"Yes, Rick gave me the leaflet."

She then laughed again, but I didn't know why.

"I've just had a thought. There is no reason why you can't fuck me first, before coming in my mouth."

When the panels were opened, and her tits were in the room, I couldn't understand why I had been reluctant to see her. Her tits weren't just huge, they were firm as well, and they were topped by the thickest and longest nipples I had ever seen. Only Angela's came close to hers.

After five minutes of frantic sucking, my cock was stiff again. After another five, on her other nipple, it was trying to rip my trousers.

"My pussy needs a big cock, do you know where I can find one?"

I raised my head, then I said, "It just so happens that I do."

As expected, she laughed, and it was her famous full-blooded one again.

As the panels closed, I unzipped myself, then I put my cock into the other room.

"I am a big woman, with a big pussy. I need a big cock," then she paused before adding, "And that IS a big cock."

It went in easily, because she was very wet, but also because her cunt was big. There was some tightness, but nowhere near as much as there was with Anne. She was fuckable, but anybody under eight inches would struggle to satisfy her, fortunately I had ten.

It didn't take us long to get into a nice rhythm. I thought it was going to be chore, but it was now turning into a very pleasurable experience. It was also a calm fuck, there was nothing frantic about it. We were both heading towards a climax, but it wasn't rushed. We would eventually get there, but we were taking our time. After fifteen minutes we were still going strong, but she was now breathing heavily.

"Are you nearly there?"

"Yes, and for fuck's sake don't think about stopping."

I wasn't going to, which was just as well, because if I had, I think that in anger she would have ripped my cock off with her bare hands.

As I upped the pace, she started gasping. I then fucked her even harder, and that did the trick. Good, first part accomplished, next was to come in her mouth.

I quickly pulled out of her, but I had to wait a while before I felt her mouth on me. She spent some time licking the head, and then she started taking me into her. As she bobbed her head I closed my eyes. Then, for the next ten minutes, it was very much like our fucking, slow and steady. She didn't attempt to swallow the whole of my cock, instead she concentrated on the first few inches. When I eventually came, it was a nice one.

When I got back to the bar, Rick had another drink ready for me, and it was my favourite malt whisky.

"It's on the house."

"Thanks Rick."

That was very generous of him. Before drinking it, I raised it up, so that I could make a toast.

"To the Hedgehog Sanctuary."

Anne worked at The Tavern Friday evening as well, but then we had the weekend together, most of it in bed at her place. By Sunday night I was exhausted, and on Monday morning, I was thankful that we didn't make love before we went to work.

As I sat at my desk, I vowed that I would never have sex again. However, by two in the afternoon I was starting to change my mind, and when it was time to leave, I was ready to fuck any woman, as long as they were legal. Anne was working late tonight, not for Rick, but for her day job. However, even though I was eager for sex, I didn't fancy going to The Tavern, so I made my way home.

When I got back, my Mother and Sister were in the living room, and Father was out.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK now, but Chloe is still not one hundred percent."

I got a weak smile from my Sister, that was confirmation of what my Mother had just said about her. We then talked for a while, but Chloe didn't say much. I then left them watching television, while I went to my room.

Getting to work the next day was a nightmare. The weather was terrible, but the traffic was worse. I ended up being forty five minutes late, and Walt, the chairman, had seen me come in. I had only just sat at my desk when Victoria came over. Walt must have had a word with her about my poor timekeeping. Before she could say anything I apologised.

"Don't worry, we were all in late, including Walt."

Good, I wasn't in trouble.

Smiling at her, I said, "What can I do for you?"

As she placed some papers on my desk, she said, "I need you to review these. They should be OK, but it's better to have another set of eyes on them."

I nodded, and I thought we were done, but she didn't go. There was something else she wanted to say, and it looked as if she was trying to find the right words. It was a few seconds before she spoke again.

"About The Tavern," then she paused before saying, "And about us," then she stopped.

There was silence again, before she eventually continued.

"I don't regret any of it, and I have now got it out of my system. My husband and I have a better relationship. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Then, after getting a nice smile from her, she left. I did understand. Her husband was now satisfying her in the bedroom, so no need for anything extra, either from me or at The Tavern. She was now just my boss again, and I was genuinely pleased for her. I had enjoyed having sex with her, but I still had Anne, and all the girls at The Tavern, so I wouldn't be missing out.

The plan for this evening was to leave work at five o'clock, and to go to Ann's place. However, that changed when Anne called me.

"My parents are in town. Pop has some business to attend to. They are keen to meet you, so I have booked a table at their favourite restaurant."

She then gave me the name of the restaurant. I knew where it was, but I had never been in it. It wasn't just expensive, it was beyond expensive. I was now looking forward to eating there, but I was also apprehensive about meeting her parents.

Anne met me outside, and we then went in. We were quickly taken to our table. While we were studying the wine list, I noticed a couple approaching the table. When Anne smiled at them, I knew they were her parents.

Ann hugged her Mother, and I shook her Father's hand, then we swapped. I wasn't sure if I should kiss her on the cheek, so I played it safe by giving her a handshake instead.

Her Father then said, "Let's order first, then we can talk."

It was twenty minutes before we had finished. Anne started with several dishes that she wanted, and then she slowly whittled them down to one. My selection was easy, I chose a steak. Her parents just told the waiter they wanted their usual.

"So where did you meet our little girl?"

Her Father had asked an obvious question, and I should have prepared an answer, but I hadn't. As I hesitated, Anne answered for me.

"It was at a bar," then she told an elaborate story of how we had met, and what had been said. I was impressed, I almost believed her myself. It was certainly a lot better than what I could have said.

"It was at a Glory Hole. I stuck my cock through it, and then I fucked her hard."

The next half an hour was all about exchanging information. By the time the food had arrived, we had all learnt a lot about each other.

Her Father was an impressive man, not so much his appearance, though he was immaculately dressed, but the way he talked. He was confident, and he spoke with authority. I liked him, I liked him a lot. However, I wasn't sure about her Mother. She was a beauty, an older and slightly larger version of Anne, and she was dressed to perfection. She hadn't said anything that I didn't like, but I got the impression that she was looking down at me, that I wasn't good enough for her Daughter. There was one time when her mouth was curled up, as if she had a bad smell under her nose, but it quickly changed into a smile when she noticed me looking at her.

We took our time eating, and despite my reservations about her Mother, I was having a good time. But there was one tricky moment.

"We must meet your parents."

Her Mother then chipped in with, "Yes dear, that's a good idea."

That was a question that I had now been waiting for, and there was only one way I could answer it.

"Yes."

Her Father then said, "I am back next week, can we arrange something then?"

I nodded, and I tried to look pleased. I just hoped that my face wasn't showing what I was really feeling. I needed to have a serious conversation with Anne before then, to tell her that the woman she knew as Lizzy was my Mother, and that Charlotte was really Chloe, my Sister.

Shortly after the dessert course was served, Anne's Mother excused herself. As soon as she had left the table, her Father looked at me, and then said, "I know Anne works at The Tavern."

I was too stunned to speak.

"The Tavern is why I am here, I am thinking about buying it. I have been speaking to Rick. I think he will sell if I make him a good offer. I am going there tomorrow evening, will you come with me?"

I was still shocked, but I managed to say, "Yes."

By the time her Mother was back, we had made the arrangements.

An hour later we were leaving the restaurant. I wanted to go back with Anne, but her parents were staying at her place.

"Father would be OK with that, but Mother wouldn't approve."

The next morning, I managed to have a quick word with my Mother and Sister before Father got up. My Sister was giving The Tavern a miss tonight, but Mother would be there.

The plan was to meet John, Anne's Father, outside The Tavern at seven, and I had been warned not to be late. Anne had told me that punctuality was his thing. If I was late he would not be impressed. She wasn't coming, she would be spending the evening with Grace, her Mother.

Mid-afternoon Anne called. When I put the phone down I laughed out loud, fortunately nobody was near my desk to hear it. All my worries about telling her that I was fucking my Mother and Sister, had now gone. It had taken her a while to get to the point, but eventually she had blurted it out.

"I want my Father to fuck me at The Tavern, will you please help me?"

After getting over the shock, I had said yes. I was tempted to tell her about Lizzy and Charlotte, but I decided that would be better done on another day. Her cunning plan was to work as Madonna, and for me to persuade her Father to try out a Glory Hole, and of course, for me to recommend Madonna to him.

I got there at five to seven, then I waited outside for John. I didn't have to wait long. As he approached me, I looked at my watch, he was four seconds late, but I was too polite to mention it.

Rick's brother Oscar was at the bar, but there was no sign of Rick. After I had introduced them to each other, Oscar took John to see Rick. An hour later, while I was starting on my third beer, John came back.

Smiling at me, he said, "It's a done deal."

I congratulated him by shaking his hand.

"There are some details to sort out, but there is nothing that will stop the sale."

He then talked about some of the changes he was planning to make to The Tavern, and I gave him my honest opinion on them. Most I liked, but there was one that I didn't think was a good idea.

When that conversation was exhausted, I decided it was time to put Anne's plan into action.

"Now that you are going to be the owner of The Tavern, don't you think she should try out one of the girls?"

It wasn't subtle, but I couldn't think of a better way of asking. I could tell he was interested, but he was taking his time in deciding. Then he smiled.

"I think I will," then he made my job easier by saying, "Is there anybody you can recommend?"

I had a long list of girls that he should see, but I was only going to tell him one of them.

"Madonna. If you see her you will not be disappointed."

"Thanks, what about you?"

"Lizzy."

We went to the back room together. That was my idea. I wanted to be sure that he would see Madonna. If she wasn't free, I would try to persuade him to wait.

When we got there they were all green, so we could take our pick of any of them. He then read the names out.

"Mary, Rose, Lizzy, Madonna. You think I should see Madonna?"

I tried to sound confident, when I said, "Yes I do."

He then stared at me, and it was getting uncomfortable. Then, when he smiled, I knew he was going to see her. As I went in to see Lizzy, he went in to see his Daughter.

"Hi Mummy."

"Hi Simon. I haven't been fucked for a while," then she giggled, before adding, "Not even by your Father, so I am ready for it."

I was as well, but I was hoping for some foreplay first. When I saw the panels move, I smiled, I knew I was going to get some. When her tits were in the room, I was on them in record time.

"Suck my nipple hard."

She had read my mind, but I didn't just suck, I nibbled on it as well. I also made sure that the other one wasn't neglected. As I rolled it between a finger and thumb, she gave a guttural moan. It was almost an animal noise.

After a few minutes I switched over. Later, when I wanted to switch again, she pulled back, and the panels were quickly closed.

"I hope you enjoyed that, but I think you will like my pussy better."

I couldn't argue with that, but did she want my fingers or my cock?

"Do you want to be fucked now?"

That got a quick, "No."

"OK, I'll put my hand in."

It was, "No," again, and now I was confused.

"I am going to get as near as I can to the hole, then I want you to lick me. It's not going to be comfortable, but I am desperate for a tongue on my clit."

It was a difficult position for me as well, but as soon as I started I forgot about any discomfort. She wanted me to pleasure her clit, but I took my time getting there. First I ran my tongue up and down her slit, and then I nibbled on her lips. When I sucked them into my mouth she moaned.

"That's nice, do the same to my clit."

I did, and she almost climaxed.

"Take it easy. I want to come, but I want some cock first."

I was going to point out that I had only done what she had asked, but I had the good sense to keep quiet. This time when I got back to work on her clit, I gently licked it, rather than sucking on it.

"That's better."

"Yes Mummy."

That made her giggle. My plan now was to slowly take her towards a climax, but stopping just before she got there, so that I could finish her off with my cock. It was all going well until I licked her clit too vigorously.

"Fuck, I'm in it."

I was annoyed with myself for not concentrating, but happy for her because it sounded like a big one. As I waited for her to come round, I wondered what would happen next. Whatever it was, I doubted if I was going to get to push my cock into her sweet cunt. It was a minute before she started moving, and when she did I heard her groan.

"I am getting too old for this. My back is killing me now."

I was concerned for her, but selfishly, for me as well. This wasn't good, she might even ask me to leave. I was now thinking about which of the other girls I would go and see.

"But I think I will be OK when I bend over."

I quickly put my cock in the Glory Hole, I didn't want to give her time to think about it, in case she changed her mind.

As she pushed against it, she said, "It's too soon for me to come again."

I was OK with that, this was all about satisfying my needs. I started slowly, and it was several minutes before she got my full length. I then got into a nice rhythm. Shortly after I felt the sap rising, so I upped the pace.

"If you fuck me harder I might be able to come."

I wasn't sure that I wanted that. It had been simpler when it was just me that was going to have a climax. However, I took it as a challenge.

She was now getting the full ten inches, and I was going as deep into her as I could. I was even arching my back for extra penetration. I might not succeed, but it was a valiant effort.

Having to concentrate on Mother's needs was now slowing down my climax. If I wasn't careful, she would get another one, and I would be left hanging.

And that is what happened. Without any warning she gave an almighty moan, then her body went rigid. I tried my best to come as well, but I was still going when she moved away.

"Sorry Simon, but it's your fault for fucking me too hard," then she giggled, before saying, "How can I make it up to you?"

My cock, that was still through the hole, had slumped, but after she said that it was now back to its best. I thought about all the things I could do, and there were many, but what did I want to do? My first choice was to fuck her again, but I would be surprised if that was on offer. I settled on something that I hadn't done for a while.

"Have you decided what you want to do?"

"Yes, to fuck you."

"No. Much as I would like to, my clit is now too sensitive."

Not a problem. I had expected the answer to be no, but it was best to ask. Now for my second choice.

"How about a tit fuck, and when I come can I spurt on your face?"

"No," then she laughed, and I knew it was really a yes.

If you are going to put your cock between somebody's tits, then Rose is the one to do it with. Her massive tits smother your cock. It was going to be different doing it with Mother, because she was a lot smaller, but hopefully it would still be just as good.

It was a while before she started, and I was getting worried that she might have changed her mind. However, it was worth the wait. My cock was now between her tits, and they were holding me tight. It felt good, and I knew it was going to get even better.

"When you are about to come let me know."

"Yes Mummy."

However, I didn't need her to tell me that. It's only polite to let a woman know when you are going to spunk all over her face. They need to be ready so that it doesn't go in their hair.

It took a while before I got it right. I had started by using my full length, but that meant that the head of my cock wasn't spending much time between her tits. When I settled on fast shallow strokes it was a lot better.

Five minutes later I was still going strong, but I could feel a stirring in my balls. I left it another thirty seconds before warning her.

"I'm nearly there."

"OK. I'll finish you with my hand."

I would have preferred to continue fucking her tits, but I wasn't going to argue. She was now holding my cock tight, and giving it quick strokes. I was on the edge.

"Faster."

No response.

"Please."

When she laughed, I knew she was teasing me. Then she did what I had asked, and I started to spurt. When I had finished she surprised me by taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She was teasing out the last drops.

"How did I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did I hit the target?"

That got her laughing again.

"Yes. Cheeks, nose, and even some on my ear."

We had gone into the back room together, and, with perfect timing, we exited it together. We waited until we were back at the bar before talking.

"Thanks Simon, you said she would be good, and you were right." Then he paused, and there was a look on his face that suggested he was remembering something, before adding, "She reminded me of Grace when she was younger."

It's no wonder she reminded him of his wife, because she was his Daughter.

We stayed at The Tavern for another hour, and then we made our way back to Anne's place. I had another drink there, then I went home.

When I went to bed I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I had a lot on my mind. I kept thinking about Anne and her Father. Would she do it again? Probably yes, but would she ever tell him who Madonna really was? I wasn't sure about that. Then I thought about my Sister. She had done the same with her Father, but both of them had done it unwittingly.

However, what was on my mind most of the time, was Anne's Mother. Ever since meeting her, I had an overwhelming desire to fuck her. I knew she didn't like me, and I felt the same about her, but that might be part of the attraction. I kept imagining what it would be like to bend her over, and then to ram all of my ten inches into her. I wanted her to beg for more as I fucked her hard, until she had a screaming orgasm.

That was never going to happen. Then I had a brainwave. I now had a huge smile on my face, as I planned it out. It would need Ann's help, and possibly my Mother's as well, but it could be done.

Would it work? There was only one way to find out, and that was to try it!

88 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car

chris99999

It was going to be a busy day. My grandma Mary was moving into her new house and we needed to pick up her personal items from the old place. It was all the stuff my grandma would not trust with the delivery firm, she wanted it taken in the car.

I am David twenty years old and my mother is Ann. Grandma is sixty and my mother is forty. The running joke in the family is that I need to have a child now to keep up the twenty year gaps. It would not surprise me if it was mentioned during the long time we would have to spend together in the car. I was needed for the heavy lifting and my mother for the driving and her skill in packing.

My mother and grandma are very much alike in appearance. They are about five feet four inches tall compared to my five feet ten. Attractive faces are topped with auburn hair. Both have a few extra pounds but it looks good on them. I wouldn't like to guess their bra size but putting it crudely they both have a good handful. Grandma does not look her age and often when they are out together people assume they are sisters. However they have different personalities. My mother is easy going and carefree but grandma is quite formal and can be strict. You will never see her anything other than well dressed. I have to call her 'Grandma' rather than 'Gran' or 'Nan'. For mother it can be 'Mother', 'Mum' or even 'Mummy', any of these are OK with her.

It took us just three hours to get there. We had avoided much of the traffic because of the early start. Her new house is only minutes away from ours, it's the main reason why she picked it, so we had at least another three hours travelling to do on the return. I just hoped we would be lucky again, if not it could be nearer to four.

We had a hearty breakfast before packing. Mother insisted that before anything went into the car she wanted to get it all together so she could plan the loading. My first thought when we had arrived was that there was not much to be moved. I was wrong. Each room contained something that was going. Mother did a lot of pacing up and down and muttering under her breath. "No way. It's not going to fit in." Eventually she calmed down. After staring at it for several minutes she said "I have a plan."

She quickly explained it. The car would be fully packed except for the driver's seat and one of the rear ones. I would have to share a seat with grandma. I started to complain but was shouted down with "Have you got a better idea?"

I looked at all the stuff and thought about it. "No" was my simple answer. That made her smile and I was immediately put to work. Grandma just watched, happy that we now had a solution.

I thought we would be finished in half an hour but it was nearly double that. It was all the stopping to rearrange things. Grandma had a mixture of boxes, carrier bags and loose items. Every tiny space was now crammed with something. I just hoped we didn't get stopped by the police for being overloaded.

Mother did a final check of the house just in case we had missed anything. Nothing, so we were all packed. "Time to go" she said, happy with what we had achieved. I looked at the passenger seat and wished I had learnt to drive. I was now going to be stuck in the back, there was a lot more room in the front.

Until now I hadn't given much thought to how we would actually fit into the back seat. I suddenly realised that grandma would have to sit on my lap rather than us both being squeezed in side by side. I was outside the car thinking about it when mother prodded me. We needed to get going.

I got in and waited for grandma, I think she was having a last look at the house. She had shared it with grandad for nearly thirty years until his early death five years ago. I look a lot like him, the same muscular build. I have never been called handsome, rugged seems to be what most people say.

Grandma returned. She took a long look at where she was going to sit. "It's a good job I am slim and trim."

She eased herself in and mother closed the door. It was a tight fit but not as bad as I thought it would be. Without checking if we were OK mother was behind the wheel driving off. She put the radio on, it was a bit muffled because of all the stuff in the car. I had to shout to ask her to turn it up.

Everything was fine for the first twenty minutes or so until we hit a bumpy road. Not too bad but enough to make grandma bounce a little. My cock started to thicken. I closed my eyes and started to think un-sexy thoughts. Nothing worked, it just kept on growing. It's not massive, six inches on a good day but she must notice it. Grandma started to move, to adjust her position. It continued to grow to its full length.

She whispered "I know what men are like, but stop it if you can."

"I am trying to" I said. The road got a bit smoother but my cock stayed hard. Both of us tried to ignore it. However after another twenty minutes I felt her slowly start to rock on me. It was different from the movement caused by the car. She moved her bottom slightly until it was positioned nicely on my cock. With shock I realised what she was doing. She was now enjoying it. My cock found another inch.

My head was spinning. The best thing to do is ignore it. Pretend it is not happening. That is what I did until she held my hand and positioned it on one of her tits. "Are you shocked?" I didn't reply. I just nodded. "It's OK your mother cannot see anything." She then pushed my hand harder and I could feel a nipple in my palm. I moved my fingers to touch it and she removed her hand. I wanted to get inside but the dress was tight at the top so I would have to stay outside. I raised my other hand so that I could play with both nipples. I heard a soft moan as I felt them grow. My grandma had hinted in the past that her nipples were 'special'. I now knew what she meant, long and thick. I wish I could suck them.

She must have read my mind because she said "They should be in your mouth. That's not possible so you need to concentrate on my cunt." That shocked me even more. I had never even heard her swear before so using such a crude word left me stunned. I think she sensed my amazement. "I may be sixty but I am still a woman with needs. I am not sure if what we are doing is a good idea but since we are I want to enjoy it." I continued to work on her large nipples whilst I thought about what she had said.

I had just placed a hand on her lap when mother shouted "Are you still OK in the back. The ride is not too hard for you?" That made me jump.

Grandma laughed softly and wiggled her bum against my cock before replying "It's hard but I can take it." Nothing else was said. I was now concentrating on getting into her knickers. She made it easier by lifting her legs up and opening them wider. It looked uncomfortable but she had managed to rest her feet on some of the stuff packed in the car so her legs were in fact supported. I pulled her dress up as best I could but when she saw I was struggling she did it for me.

I could see her white knickers and the bulge of her cunt. I suppose I had expected them to be old fashioned and loose. These were small and tight. They reminded me of those my first girlfriend had on when she had let me finger her. That time was special and I hoped this was going to be as well.

"Do you want to stop for a break or carry on?"

"I think we should carry on. My leg is a bit numb but I am going to get David to rub it." As she said that she held my hand and positioned it at the top of her knickers. When she released her grip I slipped my hand in.

"That sounds like a good idea. Make sure he does it properly. Start slowly then rub it hard until it releases the tension."

What my mother had said was exactly what I was going to do. It was just as well that she could not see anything, even if she turned around, because it wasn't a leg I was going to be rubbing.

Her knickers were tight but she manged to open her legs a bit more. This gave me good access to her cunt. I dipped a finger in to get some juice. She was soaking wet, a lot more than other girls I had played with. I added a second.

"Your grandad called me Juicy Lucy. It was his private joke." He had kept that a secret. Today I was learning a lot of new interesting things about grandma.

I was now moving my fingers in and out. Slowly at first but then faster as I heard her start to softly moan. Time to play with her clit. I rotated my hand slightly so that I could rub it with my thumb.

"How is David doing, is he massaging the correct spot?"

I continued working on her cunt whilst she tried to compose herself before replying. "Yes he is an expert. He knows exactly where to put his fingers."

"Good. He might have to do the same to me later on. It's hard work driving." Both of us had to suppress a laugh. If only she knew.

It was getting hot now. My cock was throbbing as if it was going to burst. My left hand was still playing with a nipple and my right was occupied with her very juicy cunt. Her moaning was increasing. If she got any louder then mother might hear.

"I need more."

"Another finger?"

"Don't be silly. I need to be fucked."

I stopped playing with her. "It's impossible. How can we do it? Mother will know what we are doing."

We then discussed it rationally for the next few minutes. That was surreal. It was if we were talking about some mundane task we had to do rather than how to fuck in the back of the car without being discovered.

Eventually she had a plan. "I can put my hands behind me on the boxes at the back. I can then raise myself long enough so that you can quickly lower your trousers and release your cock."

"I see. Then you sit back on me. You then only need to lift up a bit for me to slide your knickers off."

"Correct."

That's what we did. We were now both ready to start. She then lifted herself higher so that we could get penetration. In doing so her foot slipped and kicked one of the boxes.

"Hey what's going on back there?"

Grandma pulled her leg back and then raised herself up again. She said "Sorry, I was trying to get a better position." My cock was now pressing against her opening. She quickly lowered herself giving a long low sigh as it squeezed into her.

"Next time be careful. I need to concentrate on the driving." A few seconds later she said "There is a place to stop in about a mile or we can continue for another half hour."

I quickly shouted "Carry on."

Grandma added "I have got myself comfortable. I just want to enjoy it before we stop."

"Fine by me, but I am not going beyond another thirty minutes. I need a break."

In a low voice grandma said "I think we will be finished before then. It's five years since your grandad died. That's a long time with just your own fingers to satisfy yourself. I just hope I don't scream when I climax." There was a slight pause before she finished with "You are going to make me come?"

I didn't hesitate, "Yes."

We then started to fuck. It was a mixture of her raising herself up by pushing her feet on the car floor and me lifting her with my hands. It was awkward at first but we soon got into a good rhythm. We even managed to get full strokes so that my cock was going deep into her. I was enjoying it, and judging from the noises she was making grandma was as well.

We were just getting to the end when mother interrupted us with "Ten minutes to go. When we stop I am going to go to the burger place. Are you going to come as well?"

I shouted back, a bit too loud, "I am coming." Grandma managed to reply even louder with "Yes. I am coming as well." To me she said "Fuck me hard, finish me off."

Mother laughed, "You must both be very hungry."

As she said that my last long stroke had taken us both over the edge. Grandma was holding a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and I was emitting a low groan as my cock kept twitching, pouring wave after wave into her.

We collapsed, completely spent.

"Your grandad also used to call me his dirty little slut."

I don't know why she had to tell me that but I was glad she did. "He was right. As you have just demonstrated you are a dirty slut." That caused her to chuckle.

We were basking in the glow of a satisfying fuck when mother startled us with "Five minutes."

I had almost forgotten she was there. Had she heard us? Were we too loud? We must be OK otherwise she would have said something. For the next few minutes we hurried to get decent. We managed it with seconds to spare. As mother pulled into the parking lot we did a final check. All looked good. There was now a slight smell of sex but there was nothing we could do about that except keep the windows down when we continued with the journey.

As soon as we stopped mother jumped out of the car. We heard "I will be back to lock up. I need the toilet."

We got out and waited for her to return. It was good to stretch my legs. "I need to go as well. It's all seeping down my leg. How much did you pour into me?"

I smiled and said "Everything I had." Grandma then followed mother and I waited, guarding the car and all its precious contents.

I was OK. My main need was food. Eventually we got to the burger place. The food was good and soon we were ready to continue. Mother went ahead to the car which gave me some time alone with grandma. I wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Before I could she said "Today was wonderful. I have no regrets. You have made me very happy. So no need to say anything." I just nodded.

We squeezed back into the car and soon we were on the main road. Mother hadn't turned the radio on yet when she said "It's been a nice day so far. I am glad we got all your stuff in." She paused for a few seconds to concentrate on overtaking a slow moving car. "It reminds me of the time my father and uncle Jim took me to Uni all those years ago. I think the car was even more crammed than this one. Uncle Jim drove and I had to sit on father's lap." There was a sharp intake of breath from both of us in the back. Was grandma thinking what I was thinking? "This car even smells the same. It must be the musty boxes and sweaty bodies." She laughed.

Mother said "I remember now. I was away on some business trip so could not go. That is why uncle Jim went instead. I only got back after your father had returned from dropping you off." She then whispered to me "What I also remember is that it was soon after that he said he liked the name Ann but Lucy might have been more appropriate. I think it stuck in my mind because when he said it I thought he was disappointed over the name we had picked. Perhaps he said it for another reason." I didn't reply but I was thinking the same thing 'Juicy Lucy'.

Mother turned the radio on and I silently contemplated what had been said in the last few minutes. Had she done the same as us all those years ago? If so then she must have guessed what we had been up to. Had she actually engineered it by the way she packed the car so that we were in our own private space? Wow, lots of questions but no answers.

We travelled for another hour before reaching grandma's new house. I had decided to act as if nothing had happened and I was hoping grandma would do the same. The car had gone straight into the garage so we could leave the unpacking until the next day.

After a nice meal with a few drinks we relaxed in front of the television. I was gradually coming to the conclusion that all was well. Mother was 'innocent' and that what she has said was just some funny coincidence. That was until she announced "When you move for your new job in a few months I want to go with you, but I am not doing the driving."

I looked at grandma and could tell she was thinking the same thing as me, would mother be sitting on my lap?

89 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car Ch. 02

This is six months on from when grandma moved to her new house. After that journey I thought we would continue to be lovers. However it didn't work out like that. I think she felt guilty because she never mentioned it and she seemed to be keeping away from me. Something changed after two months. I don't know what but grandma was now keen. We talked and she made it clear what she wanted. I said no because I didn't want to cheat on my new girlfriend Jane. Grandma was annoyed, even angry, but over time she forgave me and I got back to being her favourite grandson.

I was not in a good mood, the start date for my new job had been postponed again. Was it the fourth or fifth time that had happened? I shook my head, would I ever get to move to head office? If everything had gone as originally planned I would have already been there three months ago. I gave a long sigh. This time it was a senior manager who had called me to give me the bad news. He was very apologetic and assured me that the new date would not change. I was now due to move in three weeks instead of two. He asked me if I was OK with that. I stifled my irritation and said I was. He then continued giving me all that management stuff of how I was a valuable member of staff and that they really needed me there. I listened but did not say much. I had never spoken to him before but I knew his name and his reputation. I was smart enough not to say anything that would annoy him. It ended with me thanking him, but I was not happy.

The excitement was now building, just a week before I would travel. I was moving into a two bedroom company apartment. They own a few in the same complex near to where the office is. I was told I could stay there rent free until I found my own place. There was no time limit specified but when Alex moved earlier in the year he didn't move out until three months. I was hoping to be sorted out well before then.

I knew everything was going too well. Four days before the move there was a setback. Jane, my girlfriend of five months, broke her ankle. She caught it in a pothole whilst jogging. Initially it looked as if it was just badly sprained but a visit to the hospital revealed a small fracture. There was some debate amongst the doctors about the need for a cast. Jane didn't want one but it was decided that the ankle needed restricting to stop the possibility of further damage.

After bringing her home we discussed the impact this would have on my move. She was still keen to come with me and stay the weekend. That was good. However she was supposed to be doing the driving. Mother had said that she had done the driving six months ago for grandma so it was her turn to sit in the back and relax. Now that Jane was incapable mother was frantically searching for somebody else to do it. She even mentioned uncle Jim, but when I laughed at her suggestion she shut up. He is over eighty and still drives, but at thirty miles an hour. It would take all day to get there, assuming we didn't all die before then in a car crash. I then got an ear full about not being able to drive. I protested that I was taking lessons but she just ignored me. She then mentioned that even my father could drive. They had split up years ago when I was small and this was the only nice thing I had ever heard her say about him.

Eventually she was calmer and more rational. "I suppose I will have to do it." She then added "You might not like this but grandma is coming with us. She rang whilst you were at the hospital asking if she could come and stay for a few days. I said yes and that she might as well travel with us to your new place."

"But mum there is no room in the car or in the apartment."

"You have two rooms. Grandma will share with me." She thought for a few seconds before adding "As for the car, grandma next to me and you two in the back."

"There will be no room. Jane will have to sit on my lap."

She looked at me and said "You and grandma managed OK like that."

I felt my face flush and hoped nobody had noticed. Jane had a puzzled look on her face. I then explained what had happened before. She looked concerned.

Mother tried to reassure her with "It will be OK. We can take stops when it becomes uncomfortable."

Jane smiled but I could tell she was still unhappy about it.

I tried again with "I don't think grandma should come with us. I have too much stuff."

In a calmer voice than I expected mother stated "It's both of us or none of us." That ended the conversation.

We should have left thirty minutes ago. Mother was pacing up and down and muttering under her breath. The car was almost loaded but the last few items were posing a bit of a problem. I knew in situations like this the best thing to do was to leave her alone to work it out. Jane, being new to this, had earlier offered some advice. With gritted teeth mother had listened to her. What she has suggested seemed sensible but mother then just ignored her advice. Jane had now learnt a valuable lesson, keep out of the way when mother is working on a problem.

Eventually, after rearranging some of the boxes on the back seat, the remaining items were packed. At last we could get on the move. I called grandma to tell her to come down. She had sensibly kept out of the way for as long as possible.

As grandma approached the car she said. "I have been waiting ages. Are we ready to leave?"

Mother replied with a curt "Yes" but as she moved past me to get into the driving seat she added in a low irritated voice "Who invited her?"

I opened my mouth but then decided it was best not to say anything. We had a long journey ahead, mother was doing all the driving, so I let it go.

Jane was admiring grandma's dress. It was low at the top and quite short. I thought it was daring for a woman of sixty but Jane loved it. I must say she did look good in at.

When I remembered what was underneath it, and what it felt like to touch her, my cock started to thicken. If only she had worn that dress when she had sat on my lap I would have been able to get my hands inside it and onto her bare nipples.

My thoughts were interrupted when mother wound the window down and shouted "Get in. Don't just stand there."

We got in and mother drove off. I hadn't realised how heavy Jane was. When we had sex it was either me on top, or her on all fours and me fucking her from behind. She had never sat on me before, not even just for a cuddle. It was more comfortable when grandma was on my lap. Thinking about her was not a good idea, the inevitable happened. My cock was trying to expand but was constrained within my underwear. After ten minutes or so it was actually painful.

"Jane lift up, I need to get comfortable."

"What do you mean?"

I hesitated "My cock is stuck in my pants. I just need to move it."

In a shocked voice she said "You want to take it out?"

"No. Keep your voice down. I just need to adjust it."

I looked towards the front seats. They were busy talking. Perhaps it was a good idea having grandma along as company for mother.

"If I must, but don't take long I cannot put too much weight on my bad ankle."

As she lifted up mother shouted "You two OK in the back?"

I replied with "Yes. Just moving to get more comfortable."

Grandma added "Yes. I remember we had to keep doing that when I sat on your lap. Do you remember?"

As I adjusted my cock I answered "Yes." There was no way I would ever forget.

Jane was now back on my lap "You took your time."

"Sorry. It's a big cock. It takes some moving."

She giggled at that and I heard "You wish."

However after a few minutes Jane wasn't very happy.

"It's digging in me can't you do anything about it?"

"I am trying, it's your weight plus the movement of the car. I cannot stop it."

"You managed OK with your grandma."

I thought about it for a few seconds before I lied "She is my grandma so there is nothing sexual about her being on my lap." Naively she believed me.

We travelled another thirty minutes in silence. Jane was continuously moving trying to get more comfortable. It was playing havoc with my cock.

She sighed and said "I cannot take much more of this. My ankle is giving me hell. I need to elevate it but there is no room here to do that. Also you cock is stabbing me in the bottom."

I made a weak joke "Sorry, I am trying to stab another part of your body."

She did not find that funny. She leant forward so that mother could hear better and said "Can we stop?"

Mother sounded surprised as she said "Yes" then added "Looks like there is a place to stop in two minutes or so."

When we stopped mother got out and came to the rear. I had already put the window down. She bowed her head and looked in.

"What's the problem, is it uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

Mother gave Jane a good look. She could see the anguish on her face. She added "And?"

I closed my eyes expecting her to say "It's David's cock. He cannot keep it under control."

Thankfully instead she said "It's my ankle. It needs to be elevated. I think it's starting to swell."

Not as much as my cock. When I opened my eyes mother was smiling.

"That's easy to fix. You need to swap with grandma."

I closed my eyes again. It was going to be torture, grandma would tease me.

Jane moved next to mother. She raised her leg and put her ankle on the dashboard. Mother said it looked uncomfortable but Jane said it was a lot better than being in the back.

Grandma was now on my lap. My cock was still stiff and I was waiting for her to notice. As soon as the car moved she started to wiggle against me. She whispered "That's good. Just like last time."

"Please don't grandma. I am now with Jane."

She laughed, loud enough for Jane and mother to hear.

Jane was curious "What's the joke?"

"Nothing really. Just something David said. I might tell you when we get there."

I hoped she wouldn't.

"What was so funny?"

"You are. I have never known a man who has said no when it's been offered to him. I am wearing this dress for you. This time you can get to my nipples."

I gulped before saying "How did you know you would get onto my lap?"

"I knew there was no way she could last the whole journey cramped up in the back. It's just lucky it was so soon. In another thirty minutes I would have offered to replace her anyway."

What she said was true, like all men I was weak. I had now gone from worrying that it would happen to worrying about being caught. She had certainly picked the right dress for the occasion. I wondered what she had on underneath it.

"I suppose you are also wearing loose knickers to make it easier for me to finger you."

"Don't be silly." She then paused before adding "I am not wearing any. Also it's not to make it easier for you to finger my cunt it's to make it easier for you to fuck me."

"That's impossible with mother and Jane in the car." However deep down I knew we would find a way.

Grandma continued to move against me. Eventually she stopped and said "That's a good position for me." I waited for her to say more but she just sat there enjoying the feel of my cock.

I closed my eyes. We had got away with it before but surely we would get caught this time. I gave a long low sigh, so low that grandma didn't hear, and then opened my eyes and looked around. I now felt more confident. I realised there was no way we could be seen, but what about the noise? I knew from experience that grandma could be very loud. Also what if we had to make a sudden stop? Somebody might urgently need the bathroom or Jane might be having problems with her leg again.

"Anybody mind if I put the radio on?"

It was only Jane that replied, but mother took that as approval from all of us. I got the feeling that she was relieved she didn't have to make conversation with mother.

"Is that too loud?"

It was. Jane said something, I didn't catch what, and then the music was turned down. Grandma started to rock on me.

"I like this song."

I was surprised she did. I wasn't surprised though when she reached down and held my hands. Placing them on her lap she whispered to me "I am all yours."

I remembered the last time, the feel of her wet cunt. I smiled 'Juicy Lucy'. I pulled on her dress to hitch it up but stopped when grandma gave me a mild slap on the wrist.

In a seductive voice she said "You naughty boy trying to finger your grandma."

I hesitated, not sure what she wanted me to do. She then made it clear by adding "You should know better than that. Tits first."

She was teasing me but, thinking about her 'special' nipples, I was happy to start there. I reached up and squeezed her tits.

In a loud voice Jane suddenly said "Grandma, I can swap. It must be uncomfortable for you."

As I moved my hands down the top of her dress, then under her bra, she gave a low moan but still managed to answer Jane. "It's not too bad. I can manage." I worked on her nipples. I could feel them swelling between my finger and thumb.

"You must be getting stiff though."

"I am a bit." Then she whispered to me "Not as stiff as you."

The radio was turned down and mother joined in with "The only cure for stiffness is a good rub. Where are you stiff?"

"It's my top." After a pause she added 'The top of my arm, I must have been leaning against something."

"David give it a good rub. Mum let him know when he hits the spot."

With that encouragement I worked on her tits even harder. Her nipples were so swollen I could have hung my coat on them. I smiled when I thought of that.

Grandma purred, then added "That's good."

Jane sounded relived as she said "Thanks David. Just make sure you give grandma what she needs."

I knew exactly what grandma needs, a massive climax, but just replied "OK."

Mother turned the radio back up and then started searching the channels. I groaned when she settled on Country and Western, grandma groaned when I tweaked her nipples extra hard.

"You need to suck them."

"I want to but it's impossible."

"Remember what Jane said." In a mocking voice she added "Make sure you give grandma what she needs."

I did desperately want to suck them. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the feel of them in my mouth. I found myself sucking on imaginary nipples.

"Nothing is impossible."

That brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes and started to think. Grandma was not very heavy. I might be able to lift her then turn her round. She would then be on my lap again but this time facing me. I could think of several ways it could go wrong. I might drop her. She might knock something over. They might hear us and wonder what is going on. All of those were overridden by the prize awaiting me.

"OK. This is what we do." I hesitated before continuing with "You need to lift your legs up under your chin. Make yourself as small as possible. I am going to lift you up and then spin you round." Grandma didn't say anything so I prompted her with "Do you want to try it? Remember we will have to do it again after to get you back in the normal position."

There was a delay before she said "Yes."

I was also beginning to have my own doubts but said "Let's do it."

It went surprising well. We did make some noise, and grandma nearly kicked a box, but no comments from the front. As I took a few deep breaths to recover from the exertion I stared at her nipples. The top of her dress and bra had been pulled low but they were still pressing against her tits causing her nipples to point high. They were magnificent. I moved forward and she raised herself so that I could suck them. From the moans coming from grandma she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Something was shouted from the front. I think it was from mother but I didn't catch what she said, the radio was too loud. Mother started to speak again, but then stopped. The radio was turned off.

"That's better. I was thinking we should stop in about an hour for food. I think there is a pizza place on the way, we should reach it about then."

I was still sucking that big nipple. It was an effort for grandma to speak but she managed to say "That sounds good to me."

"David?"

I nearly chocked when grandma said "He can't speak, his mouth is full at the moment."

"What are you eating?"

I wanted to reply "A nice tit and a long thick nipple" but instead I stopped and gave a plausible answer "Just a chocolate bar."

Mother sighed, "You are going to ruin your meal. I hope you gave some to grandma."

I didn't answer her. The radio was now back on and mother and Jane were talking. I ignored them and concentrated on grandma's nipples. I sucked one for two or three minutes then changed to the other. Every time I stopped to change over grandma held my head, I think she was worried I wasn't going to continue. My worry was the noise that grandma was making, and that time was running out.

My cock was fit to burst, I was in danger of coming in my pants. I needed more and I needed it soon. Suddenly Grandma grabbed my hands and moved them towards her lap. She wanted more as well.

"Finger me." It was a command.

I gave her nipple a long hard last suck then stopped. I then repeated what she had said to me earlier "You should know better than that. Tits first."

In an irritated voice she said "Yes, but I think twenty minutes on my tits is sufficient. If you don't touch my cunt in the next few seconds I am going to do it myself."

I muttered "Sorry, just teasing." I then added "But first we need to turn you round."

In a shocked tone she said "So you can lick me?"

It took me a few seconds to understand why she had said that. I laughed. "No. I don't mean upside down I mean you facing away from me."

She then laughed as well. "I thought that was very daring of you to suggest it."

"It would be impossible. You would have to be a gymnast to even attempt it."

"In my younger days I was a gymnast, a very good one."

Before I could say anything she laughed again and I knew she wasn't serious.

She made herself as small as possible. As I started to move her I just hoped it would go as smoothly as before. On the first attempt her foot got caught and we had to move back and start again. Next time we were OK. I breathed a sigh of relief.

My hands were now on grandma's lap pulling her dress up. I got it up to her waist and then moved a hand between her legs. She parted them to give me better access. I whispered to her to be quiet then shouted to mother "How long before we stop?"

"You want to stop now?"

There was a quick no from Grandma and I added "I meant how long before we stop to eat."

Whilst mother was thinking about it I started on grandma's cunt. I positioned two fingers at her opening and then pushed them in deep.

"I think twenty-five or thirty minutes. Is that OK?"

Grandma grunted as I started to move my fingers, mother took that as a yes. She was so wet and sticky.

"Just passed a sign for it, it's the one you like. It does the mini pizzas that are your favourite."

I hadn't noticed, I was too busy fingering grandma. From the moans coming from her I doubted if she had either.

"How many did you eat last time, was it eight?"

Last time I had stuffed my face. With pride I remembered it was actually nine but I didn't really want a conversation about it now, so I ignored her.

Jane joined in but I could barely hear her. Mother turned the radio down low and she started again "He is a greedy pig. Grandma how many can you manage?"

"Two is nice but normally I need three to fill me up." She then quickly whispered "Put another finger in." As I did as she asked she added "But some days I am so greedy I can manage four." This time she didn't need to prompt me. I removed my three fingers and then slowly pushed all four into her. Grandma gave a long low moan.

Mother said "I know what you mean. I have even managed five on one or two occasions." I had this vision, her legs wide open with most of a hand stuffed up her cunt. I waited for grandma to hint that she wanted five as well but she seemed content with four. Grandma's cunt was very wet but four was a very tight fit, so five looked impossible. I could imagine getting my hand in but then not being able to get it out. I shuddered as I thought of how to explain that to mother and Jane when we stopped

Thankfully nothing more was said and the radio was turned back up. We now only had about twenty minutes left. I wanted to finish before we stopped to eat, and from the noises grandma was making she did as well.

"We need to fuck." She didn't hear me so I said it again louder.

"No. Rub my clit with your thumb I am going to come."

I hesitated, it looked as if I was going to be left frustrated. The best I was going to get was a handjob.

"Hurry up." She quickly added "If you fuck me hard soon after I reach it I should be able to come again."

With that incentive in mind I did as she asked. Her clit was swollen and I only needed to rub it for a few seconds before she squeezed her legs tight, her body then stiffened, breathing heavily she climaxed.

After only a few seconds of rest she opened her legs so that I could get my fingers out. She then raised herself off me and leant as far forward as possible. Her head was almost down to my ankles. I held her in place as best I could whilst unzipping myself. I stared at her bald cunt and suckable lips. If she bent over a bit more I could lick her. Grandma muttered something. I didn't catch any of it but from the tone I got the meaning. "For fucks sake hurry up, this is very uncomfortable."

I sighed. My tongue could have a great time working on that cunt. I would have to make do with licking Jane tonight instead.

I now had both hands on grandma's hips and my cock against her opening. As I pulled her back it slipped in nicely. She leant back on me at it went in even deeper.

I was still, savouring the moment, but grandma was keen to continue. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my dirty little cunt."

That got me going. It was difficult in this position but we had done it before. We were experts. I was even managing to get good long strokes. We were now making a lot of noise.

"What's going on? You two sound as if you are in pain."

I slowed down but grandma whispered "No. Fuck me hard, I am just on the edge."

I was close as well. As I upped the pace I shouted to mother "Just a bit of cramp."

"Don't worry, less than ten minutes now. You will get some relief soon."

I was going to get some relief now. I clenched my teeth to stop any sound as I climaxed deep inside her. I gave a final thrust to empty myself and, more by luck than good judgement, grandma came for a second time. As she did she gave a long loud moan.

The radio was suddenly turned off. For a few seconds I thought we had been caught, but mother then said "I think it was a bad idea you coming, but I don't know how you have managed all this time without complaining."

"I wanted to come."

I whispered to her "Twice." She laughed at that, a bit too loud.

Mother was curious. "What's so funny?"

Grandma said "I was just thinking. If we are going to do this again you need to get a bigger car. One with more room in the back."

Jane chipped in with "Yes, get a van."

We all laughed at that.

"That reminds me. We did that once when I was twenty-three." She paused then continued with "We didn't have a van but we hired one. Uncle Jim was moving house. Father wanted to drive so uncle Jim was in the back with me." I thought she had finished but she added in a much lower voice "There was enough room for us to do anything we wanted." She seemed to emphasise 'anything', but perhaps that was my imagination because she finished with "Yes, enough room to lie down and sleep."

Grandma whispered to me "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"

I said yes, but I was also thinking we needed a van. I groaned, the Country and Western music was now back on.

Whilst we were talking I had managed to make myself decent. I was sure my trousers were stained. I just hoped nobody would notice before I could get to the restroom and clean up. Grandma had taken a pair of knickers out of her handbag and had skilfully managed to put them on with the minimum of movement. As she wriggled into them she said "These are thick at the front, perfect for stopping all that stuff you poured into me from running down my legs."

I smiled to myself, she had come prepared. Five minutes later we parked. Mother and Jane got out first. Jane then helped grandma out and was trying to do the same for me but I said I was OK. My trousers were stained and my hands smelt of ripe fish. If she got too close to me I would have some serious explaining to do. I managed to keep at the back as we walked to the pizza place.

When I got to the restroom I gave a long loud sigh of relief. It had been risky but it was worth it. I needed to wash my hands twice to remove the smell, and scrub the stains from my trousers, before I could join them for food.

As I sat at the table mother asked "What took you so long? And why are you smiling?"

"I wasn't that long." I then added "I can smile if I want, just in a good mood."

I looked across at grandma, she was smiling as well. We shared a knowing look and I wondered if the second part of the journey would be as interesting as the first..

90 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car Ch. 03

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"David, I wish you had told me this earlier."

I sighed, then I said, "I know, but how many times have I got to tell you. I only found out about it yesterday."

She was not happy, it might be best to end the call. I knew that in a couple of hours she would have calmed down.

"Mother, I have another call waiting. I will phone you back later."

Before she could reply I cut her off. There wasn't anybody else on the line, it was just my excuse to end the conversation. Yesterday had certainly been an interesting day. As I made myself a coffee I thought about what had happened.

It was mid-morning and I was sitting at my desk, just about to eat a sandwich, when my boss Charlotte approached me. She was smiling, but it looked forced. That was worrying.

"Mr. Harrington would like a word."

"Just one?"

Normally a quip like that would get a laugh, but not today.

As I walked to his office I was apprehensive, what had I done wrong? When I got to the door I checked that my tie was straight, then I knocked.

"David, thanks for coming to see me."

He made it sound as if it was by choice, but it wasn't, I had been summoned.

"Sit down, it's good news," then he smiled before adding, "You have been promoted."

For a few seconds I was lost for words, then I composed myself enough to say, "Thanks."

He then went on to explain that a vacancy had just come up for a supervisor. It needed to be filled quickly, and that I was the man for the job.

Then he corrected himself, "Sorry, I should have said person for the job."

Yes he should have, but he had got there in the end.

"Normally somebody who is only twenty one would be considered too young for such a role, however because of your excellent work so far we are going to take a chance with you," then I got a stern look from him before he continued with, "Don't let me down."

"No Mr. Harrington, I will not let you down."

I had sounded confident, but it was all bluster. I was already starting to get nervous about the new job.

"There is some bad news though."

He was now frowning.

"The vacancy is in the department you used to work for. You will have to leave head office."

"But I have only been here for six months."

He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "I realise it's a pain having to relocate again, but it's also a great opportunity."

He then went on to tell me even more bad news, my last day in the office was to be this Thursday. Today was Tuesday, so there was very little time to organise my move back home.

When I got back to my desk Charlotte was waiting for me.

"Mr Harrington told me about your new job this morning. It's good for you, but I am not happy about losing one of my best workers," then I got a nice smile from her before she continued with, "No, my BEST worker."

"Thanks Charlotte, I have mixed emotions. It's a good career move, but I have been very happy here."

She then explained why the move had to be done so soon. There was a big project starting next week, I needed to be there at the start. Also they had already got a replacement for me, and they were due to start Friday.

"They don't waste any time here. I leave Thursday and somebody will be sitting at my desk on Friday."

"Yes, but they will probably not be as good as you."

That made me feel guilty. I should be glad that Charlotte was getting a replacement straight away.

I gave her my best smile before saying, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's OK," then she added, "Now we need to discuss the details of your move."

She then explained that because it was the company's decision to relocate me, they would pay for my belongings to be transported, but where to? It would have to be to Mother's place. I could then take my time looking for a new apartment. Now we needed somebody to do the move. After forty minutes of ringing round there was nobody available at such short notice. Charlotte was getting frustrated.

"We might have to put your things in storage," then she quickly added, "Hopefully for just a few days."

I didn't like the sound of that, but then I had an idea.

"My Mother will move me."

"But will all your things fit into the car?"

"Yes, and Mother will be happy to do it."

I then smiled. She must have thought it was because I had come up with a solution, but it was because I was now hatching a plan to get Mother to bring Grandma with her. Would all my things fit into the car? Yes, but Grandma would have to sit on my lap again.

After our last journey we had only been intimate a couple of times. We were finding it difficult to be alone together. My girlfriend Jane was spending most of her free time with me, at her place or mine, so there was very limited opportunity. The last time was nearly two months ago when I went home to visit Mother. When Jane went out shopping with her, Grandma declined.

"You two go out, I would rather stay at home."

Nobody asked me, they just assumed I didn't want to go. As soon as they were out of the door I had my hands on her, there were no complaints from Grandma, she was as keen as I was.

"I thought they would never go. Now fuck me to a quick climax, then you can take your time in giving me another one."

She got her first one in five minutes, but she had to wait an hour for the next one. When they returned Grandma was watching television, and I was reading a book. Mother looked at each of us in turn, before saying, "You should have come shopping with us. We had a great time."

Yes, they probably did, but not as good a time as we had while they were away.

After an hour and half I decided I had better ring Mother again. When she answered I could tell she was more relaxed, she had come to terms with it.

"So what time do you want me there Friday?"

"As soon as possible."

"It's at least a four hour drive, and I am not setting off before seven."

"OK, sometime around mid-day is fine," then, with my fingers crossed, I added, "What about Grandma?"

"She said yes, but I don't know why. It's going to be a long day for her and she will probably have to sit on your lap on the return leg."

I tried to hide the excitement from my voice as I said, "She is doing it for you, to keep you company. That's why I wanted you to ask her."

I was now grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was going to get what I wanted, Grandma on my lap.

"I just wish Jane could come, we could share the driving."

"Sorry, as I said before, she can't get time off work."

"David, I have decided that I am only going to do this on one condition."

I didn't like the sound of that, Mother's conditions can be quite strict.

"You have to start taking driving lessons again. I will pay," then she quickly added, "For some of them."

"It's a deal."

"Good, you are twenty one. You should have passed your test a long time ago."

This time it was her who ended the call, everything had been resolved.

My promotion, and the move, had taken me by surprise. At first I was apprehensive, but now I was excited. Mother hadn't actually said it, but I could tell she was looking forward to having me back home. After speaking to Mr. Harrington, Charlotte had given me the good news about the money I would receive for relocating. I was going to get what it would have cost them to pay for a removal firm, and I was also getting a generous weekly allowance until I found a place of my own. I was going to give all of it to my Mother, but I hadn't told her yet, it was going to be a surprise.

On Thursday Charlotte let me leave work early, so that I could pack. When I got back to the apartment I spent a couple of hours putting my stuff into boxes. I then decided I would do the rest tomorrow morning.

The next day I was up at seven. I got a quick call from Mother thirty minutes later.

"Just to let you know we are setting off now. Make sure you are packed for when I get there."

Then she was gone before I could reply. I had plenty of time to finish packing, but I had a nagging feeling that if I left it until later, I would end up having to rush to complete it before she arrived. Best to get it done now.

I was finished just after nine. Everything was now ready to go, and I had checked the whole apartment thoroughly to see if I had missed anything. Ten minutes later I decided to check again, but I found nothing. That was it done now, I could relax.

I had stacked everything in the living room. Would it all fit into the car? It didn't look possible, and I would have been worried if we hadn't already done this before. It was mostly what I had come with, so if it was arranged carefully it would all go in. Despite my best efforts I hadn't managed to find a suitable place, so after nearly six months I was still in the company apartment. That had been a worry, but now it was to my advantage because it made my move back home a lot easier. As I waited for them I watched a bit of television, and I did some reading.

Just after twelve there was frantic knocking on the door, they must be here, but why the hurry? When I opened the door Mother pushed passed me.

"I need the bathroom."

I turned to watch her go, she was almost running, she must be desperate.

"Don't I get a hug?"

When I turned back it was Grandma, she was grinning. As I held her I was just about to whisper something in her ear, then I froze, there was somebody else behind her.

"When is it my turn?"

I just smiled at her, I was trying to compose myself. Why was she here?

"Granny, what a surprise," then I quickly added, "A nice surprise."

Her hug wasn't as firm as Grandma's. When she released me she said, "Don't call me Granny, that makes me feel old. How many times have I got to tell you, it's Sophie?"

It was all said with a smile on her face, and I responded by smiling back, and then just saying, "OK."

Mother was back now.

"You never said anything about Granny," then I corrected myself, "Sophie."

"Yes I did. Well I think I did. Does it matter?"

"No, but it was a surprise."

As I made coffee for everybody I thought about Granny being here. Did that change things? I didn't think so, it might even be helpful. Now there was definitely no way we could get everything into the car without Grandma sitting on my lap. That made me smile, and I quickly looked round to see if anybody had noticed, but they hadn't, they were too busy talking.

"Five minutes to finish your drinks, then we need to start."

Mother was keen to get going, and I was as well. I quickly drank the rest of my coffee. As I waited for the others to finish I looked across at Granny, then at Grandma. They were physically very different, but more so personality wise. Grandma is five feet four inches, but Granny is a lot shorter, I would say four eight, or possibly even smaller. I have to guess because she never tells anybody her height. When I was young I always used to ask her, but I always got the same answer.

"Granny, how tall are you?"

She would smile, then simply say, "Tall enough."

But it's not just the difference in height. Grandma isn't fat, but she has a few extra pounds, however Granny is waif like, small but perfectly formed. She looks as if you can pick her up with one hand. A strong wind might blow her away. She might be tiny but she has a good figure. Her breasts are barely a handful, but they are in proportion to the rest of her body.

When I looked again at Grandma, I caught her staring at Granny, there was a slight scowl on her face. I know that she doesn't really like her, but normally she tries not to show it. They have very different personalities, and have only been brought together because of my parents. At times Grandma has been quite strict with me, especially when I was young.

"David, how many times have I got to tell you? I don't like being called Granny, call me Grandma."

Granny never corrected me.

"Do you mind it when I call you Granny?"

I always got a nice smile, and a part on the head, then she would say, "You can call me whatever you want."

"Hurry up, two more minutes."

Mother was being generous, we had already gone past her five minute warning. She then got up, she was going to start without us. I joined her. As she was looking at the large pile I had assembled, trying to decide what should go in first, I realised that nobody had explained why Granny was here.

"What's the story with Granny?"

She muttered something, but I couldn't make out what it was, then she looked at me.

"Ask her yourself," then she added, "We have work to do."

I didn't say anymore, I knew when to keep my mouth shut. Under Mother's guidance we packed the car. I did all the heavy lifting, but the others did help with the small items. After thirty minutes it was all done, and Mother looked pleased with herself.

"I am getting good at this?"

I nodded my approval, it had been a lot quicker than before.

"David, you need to do a final check to make sure we haven't missed anything."

"It's OK, I have already checked," then I added, "Twice."

"Well make it three."

There was no point in arguing, so I did what she wanted. Five minutes later I returned, with a sock that I had found under the bed. It was in my pocket, there was no way I was going to let Mother know I had found something.

"Good, now we can go, but who is going in the back with David?"

That surprised me, and from the look on Grandma's face, her as well. We had both assumed it would be as before.

Granny was the first to speak, "I think it should be me."

"No Sophie, I have done it before. It can be quite uncomfortable, but I am used to it now."

"It might be better with me sitting on David, I am lighter than you."

Grandma looked as if she had been slapped in the face, and I could tell she was trying not to be angry. Granny had been very polite, but the implication was that Grandma was fat.

Then Mother joined in.

"We haven't time for this. David have you got a coin?"

It took me a couple of seconds to realise what she meant. With some warning I might have been able to find the two headed coin that I had, but instead I had to make do with a real one. As soon as it was out of my pocked Mother snatched it from me.

"Heads means you."

She was looking at her Mother. Grandma just nodded.

She tossed it high into the air, and it seemed to take ages before it was still. This wasn't ideal, but fifty-fifty odds gave me a decent chance.

Mother looked at it, then she declared, "Tails."

I muttered under my breath, "Best of three."

I hadn't got what I had wanted, and I didn't even get the coin back.

As Granny eased herself onto me, I looked around the enclosed space we were in. It would have been perfect for me and Grandma. Then I had a thought, when we stopped for a break I could suggest they swap. That cheered me up.

"I hope I am not too heavy for you," then she laughed.

Five minutes into the journey Mother turned the radio on. I groaned.

"I bet it's Country and Western."

But it wasn't, she settled on a middle of the road station, but I knew that eventually she would switch to her favourite, CW.

Ten minutes later I was drifting off to sleep, then we hit a rough patch of road. Granny was almost flung of my lap, I had to grab her round the waist. Thankfully it only lasted for about thirty seconds.

Mother shouted, "Sorry about that. I didn't see it coming. Are you two OK?"

"Yes, but I nearly hit my head on the roof," then she laughed.

The road was now back to normal, but I kept my hands around her. They had started on her waist, but because of the bumping about, and her small size, they were now halfway up her breasts. Another few inches higher and I would be cupping them. Thinking about that was a bad idea, my cock was now thickening. I needed to remove my hands, however as soon as I started to, Granny folded her arms across mine.

"Keep them there. It's safer if you hold me."

When she moved her hands, I kept mine on her. This time they were even higher. I could feel the edge of her nipples against my thumbs, and unless I was mistaken, her nipples were growing.

My cock had now reached its full six inches, and it was pushing against her thigh. She must be feeling it, but she wasn't trying to move away, and she seemed perfectly happy for me to keep my hands on her tits.

We continued like this for another ten minutes, then I decided I was going to take it as far as I could. Slowly I moved my hands higher. There was no reaction from her, except for a slight moan, that was only just audible, when my hands were fully on her tits.

I was now getting bolder, massaging them with my hands. She was even thrusting her chest out. I could feel her nipples against my palms, they were nicely swollen. If it stayed like this we could both pretend I was just holding her, but I wanted more. When I pinched her nipples with my fingers, she gave a low guttural sound. They were a nice size, bigger than I had expected them to be. For the next ten minutes I did everything I could think of doing to them. She liked it best when I squeezed them.

"David will you do me a favour?"

"Of course."

I had no idea what she wanted from me, but it didn't matter. Now that she had let me play with her tits I was prepared to do anything she wanted.

"My back is a bit stiff, massage it."

Then she leant forward. As she did she also spread her legs wider. My cock was now pushing between her legs, against her skirt.

"Let me get comfortable before you start."

She then reached down and hitched her skirt up at the back. After a few seconds of wriggling about she said, "I am now ready."

I smiled, she had positioned herself so that my cock was now pushing against the front of her knickers.

I was now massaging her back, but all I was thinking about was what was between her legs. Would she let me touch her there? I needed to find out. It was time for me to take control.

"I think your back Is OK now. It might be a good idea to do your legs. When Grandma was in the car she complained that her legs were stiff."

"Do you think that is a good idea?"

She seemed unsure, perhaps realising what that might lead to.

"Yes I do."

It was said in a firm confident voice, and I hoped it would convince her.

"I think you are right, I am getting a bit tense down there."

I stopped massaging her, and she then leant back against me. When I looked down I could see her legs were still wide apart, and the hem of her skirt was high on her thigh. I quickly reached down and placed my hands between her legs, pushing them even further apart.

"We will stop in about an hour."

That startled me, I had almost forgotten that we were not alone.

Then Mother continued with, "Just for a quick bite to eat. We will have a proper meal when we get home."

"That will be nice. It will give me a chance to stretch my legs."

"Sophie, we can stop now if you want."

Mother sounded concerned.

"Thanks, but no. I can manage until then."

"David please help her, if you massage her legs it will help the circulation."

"Yes Mother."

I was now finding it difficult not to laugh. I was already going to 'massage' her, but now I had Mother's permission to do it.

"Mine are a bit sore as well."

It was Grandma, she sounded as if she didn't want to be left out.

"Stop whinging, just massage them yourself."

Mother had been very harsh with Grandma. I didn't say anything, but I felt sorry for her. If I could finish with Granny before we stopped, then I would do my best to get them to swap. If I could have both of them on the same day, that would be some achievement.

"Your Mother said you should massage my legs."

There was a slight irritation in her voice, that was good, it meant she was keen for me to start.

Her bare legs felt smooth, she had obviously shaved them recently. Had she shaved more than her legs? I was about to find out. When I got to the hem of her skirt she spread her legs wider, then she reached down and pulled her skirt high. My hands were now at the top of her thighs, touching the edge of her knickers. I traced a finger against the white material, it was soft and smooth, it might even be silk.

When I touched her between her legs she gasped. I could just make out her opening, and higher up her little bud.

"Take your knickers off, I want to finger your cunt."

I felt her body briefly tense, then she said, "Please don't call it that. It's so crude."

"Sorry, is pussy better?"

That made her giggle.

"Uncle George calls it my Honey Pot, but pussy will do."

"Take your knickers off, I want to finger your pussy."

This time there was no hesitation, her knickers were quickly round her ankles, then they were off. As soon as she had opened her legs again my fingers were on her. It was so small, so delicate. She was right, it wasn't a cunt, it was a pussy. A sweet pussy.

I pushed a fingertip in.

"Be careful, I am so small. Start with one, then later on add another. But no more than two."

I had to smile, it reminded me of something she used to say when I was little, and she had been making cakes.

"How many can I have?"

"Start with one, then later on you can have another. But no more than two."

I now had that finger deep in her, up to the knuckle. I could feel her cervix. She definitely had the smallest cunt I had ever played with. What would it be like to fuck her? My cock gained another inch as I realised that I might actually get to do that.

As I slowly finger fucked her with it, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She was now making a low purring sound, almost continuously. This was good, but we were in an awkward position.

"It will be better if I turn you round so that you face me."

"How will you do that?"

"It's easy. You make yourself small, and then I will lift you up and spin you round."

"It doesn't sound possible, they will hear something."

"Trust me, I can do it OK."

I had said it with the confidence of somebody who has done it before. I had managed it with Grandma, and she was a lot bigger. It was going to be easy, and it would have been if Granny hadn't kicked a box. It wobbled, but fortunately it stayed where it was.

The radio was suddenly turned off, then Mother said, "What's going on back there?"

Then Grandma chipped in with, "Yes, you are making a lot of noise."

"My fault, I kicked a box when I stretched my leg."

"We can swap if you want."

Grandma was still trying to get onto my lap, but I had unfished business with Granny, so I quickly said, "Thanks, but we are OK for now."

As soon as the radio was back on we continued. She was now facing me. Her legs were as wide open as before, but now I could see her pussy in all its glory. Little lips at the edge of a small opening, and a clit that was only slightly jutting out, all framed by nicely trimmed hair.

This time when I put a finger in, it was quickly followed by a second. As much as I would have liked to make it three I resisted. That would be too much for her. This position was a lot better for fingering her, but what I liked best about it was that I could see her face. As I worked my fingers I could see how much she was enjoying it.

After five minutes she closed her eyes, then she murmured, "Finish me off."

Did she want me to fuck her?

"Rub my clit harder, I am nearly there."

So this was all that was going to happen. I was disappointed, but not giving her what she wanted would not help.

"Yes, that's it. Rub even harder."

I was now doing it as hard and as fast as I could, the two fingers I had inside her were still. I was concentrating on her clit. When she climaxed she was very animated, shaking her head from side to side, and tensing her body. At one point I thought she was going to scream, but she managed to stifle it.

When she reached down and pulled on my hand, I knew she had finished. I gently removed my fingers, but it still made her wince.

"I had better turn you round."

She gave me a nice smile, then she said, "Not yet, it's your turn."

Before I could say anything she was pulling on my zip, she was struggling so I took over. When it was out she took her time looking at it.

"It's a nice cock, but it's too big for me."

So I wasn't going to get to climax in her pussy, it must be by hand. However when she lowered her head, I knew it was going to be better than that.

"We are stopping in half an hour."

Mother had taken me by surprise, but I managed to shout back a quick, "OK."

Thirty minutes was plenty of time, five minutes might even be enough.

"Sophie, do you mind where we eat?"

She managed a muffled, "No," then she got back to servicing my cock.

"Are you eating?"

I had to answer for Granny.

"She has got her mouth full," then I added, "Eating a biscuit."

Grandma joined in, "I hope there is enough to share."

"Sorry, it's the last one."

Grandma grunted, probably to show her disapproval, then she was silent. I would have liked to share with them what Granny had in her mouth. Grandma had already tasted it, and she liked it, she liked it a lot, but putting it into Mother's mouth would be a new experience. I shuddered thinking about that.

I thought I would only last five minutes, but after ten we were still going. It was thanks to Granny's skill, every time I got close she seemed to sense it, so she backed off. It was getting too much for me.

"Make me come."

She then quickly picked up the pace. A minute later I was pouring it into her mouth, and she was frantically gulping it down. When I had finished, and my cock was out, she licked her lips.

"When we stop, I hope the food tastes as good as that."

I just smiled, then I quickly turned her round. This time it went like clockwork. That was one need satisfied, the next one was food. Fifteen minutes later Mother turned off the main road.

"We are stopping here, it's a burger place."

It was good to be out of the car. Next to the building was a billboard, with large letters on it.

'OB's IG URGER AR'.

I was confused, then I read what was written underneath in smaller letters.

'We put the B in burgers!'

It now made sense, you had to read it as the following.

'BOB's BIG BURGER BAR'.

I turned to Grandma, the others had already gone on ahead.

"That's very clever."

"No it's not, it's wrong. They didn't put the B in, they took it out."

"Yes that's true, but it's still clever."

She shook her head, then she gave me a piercing stare.

"Have you two been doing something in the back of the car?"

I tried to sound indignant when I said, "Of course not."

She looked pleased, so she must have believed me.

When we joined the others they were about to order, so we had to choose quickly. I picked a simple burger, but Grandma couldn't decide what she wanted, eventually she made her mind up. We didn't have to wait long before it was served.

"This is good."

The others agreed with me.

"What time will Uncle George be picking you up tonight?"

Granny quickly finished her mouthful of food, then she answered Grandma, "About nine."

When I looked at her she smiled, then she said, "David, I never told you why I am here. Uncle George has a reunion day with his old army buddies. Our hotel is only half an hour from your Mother's place, so we called in to see her yesterday. When I said that I had no plans for today, she kindly suggested that I join her."

So I had Mother to thank for her being with us, I would now reward her by telling her the good news about my expenses.

"Mother, something I should have told you before. The company are paying for my relocation, and are giving me a weekly allowance until I find a new place. It's to cover the cost of you moving me, and for all the extra expense you will incur while I am living with you."

"How much?"

"I don't know yet, but it will be a decent amount."

I did know, but I didn't what to tell her in front of the others.

"And how much of it are you giving to me?"

"All of it."

I didn't get a thank you, I had to make do with a brief smile and a nod of approval, but I could tell she was pleased with the good news. It was now also time to make up with Grandma. She hadn't said anything, but I got the feeling that she was blaming me for her having to sit in the front.

"Grandma, now that I will be back at home, I can come round and do some jobs for you. Didn't you say that the garage has some cracks in the wall?"

"Yes. They really need fixing as soon as possible," then she smiled before saying, "But it's not just the cracks, I have some holes that need filling."

I was tempted to ask how many, but I knew the answer was three, and they were not in the garage.

After we had eaten we all went to the restroom. I was the first to get back to the car, a minute later Granny joined me.

"I assume Grandma has asked you to swap."

"No, but if she does I will say no," then she hesitated before adding, "Unless you want me to say yes?"

I just shook my head.

"Good, we can have some more fun."

I was surprised, I thought we had finished.

"What do you have in mind?"

"To put it bluntly, Uncle George has problems getting it up, and even bigger problems keeping it up. But don't worry, he is good with his fingers and his tongue." She then giggled before continuing with, "That's OK most of the time, but some days only a cock will do."

So in a roundabout way she was saying that she wanted to be fucked. Five minutes later, when I saw the other two coming towards us, I was still smiling. It was an effort to get rid of it before they noticed.

As we drove off Mother announced, "It's time for some proper music." We now had a Country and Western song blaring out, made worse by the fact that Mother was singing along with it. Normally that would be unbearable, but today I could tolerate it, I had other things on my mind.

After only five minutes of driving, her knickers were off, and my cock was out of my trousers. Seconds later I was trying to push into her. Positioning my cock at her opening had been easy, but getting it in was difficult.

"I need to push harder."

She didn't reply, but I felt her body tense.

My first attempt was too feeble, but the second one got me in, but just a couple of inches. I held onto her slim waist while I forced the rest in. When she had all my six inches, I stopped.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, but let me just sit on you for a while, until I get used to it. It's a long time since I have had a cock inside of me, and you are bigger than Uncle George," then she giggled before saying, "It almost feels like my first time."

"With Uncle George?"

"No he wasn't my first, he was my second. I lost my virginity to my piano teacher."

I didn't say anything, I just waited, I had the feeling she would tell me more. After a few seconds she did.

"It was a couple of months before my nineteenth birthday. Mother decided that I should take piano lessons. You probably don't remember her, she died when you were young."

I had some vague memories of an old woman who looked a bit like Granny.

"You think your Mother is strict, my Mother was a lot worse. So when she said I was having lessons, I had no choice. My teacher was Mr. Harris. He was well dressed and charming, I would say he was in his early fifties. He was a very good teacher."

Then she started to move on me, it was nice and gentle, but enough to increase her excitement, and mine as well.

"One day he surprised me by putting his hand on my knee. He then left it there until the lesson ended. The next lesson he was bolder, placing it high on my thigh."

I muttered, "He was testing the water, to see if you would complain."

She ignored me, carrying on with the story, "I found it confusing, and I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. However a week later it all became clear. This time his hand was back on my knee, but only so that he could put it under my skirt. He then slowly moved it up against my bare leg, only stopping when he got to the edge of my knickers."

She then started to rock even more. It felt good, when she had finished telling me about her first time, we would be more than ready to fuck.

"I then felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered into my ear, 'Sophie darling, please open those pretty legs of yours'. I didn't hesitate, I just opened up for him. When he got his hand between my legs his fingers were all over me, touching and rubbing everywhere. Then he concentrated on one part, my clit."

"Did he make you come?"

"Yes, he didn't go inside my knickers, but he still managed to give me a climax. I nearly fainted. I had played with myself before, but this time when I came it was on another level. When the lesson ended he said to me, 'Next time please don't wear any underwear'. I just nodded, he had me hooked."

"Where was your Mother when this was going on?"

"Around the house, mostly in the kitchen, but she never came into our room while the lesson was on."

"Even so, it was still risky."

"But not as risky as what happened a few weeks later. Part way through a lesson Mother shouted to us that she was going out for a while, but she would be back soon. He waited five minutes then he had me bent over the piano stool. He struggled to get it in, but nothing was going to stop him. It was painful and I was glad that he didn't last long. Afterwards he apologised for being rough with me, and he said it would be better next time. The next week Mother went out again. This time he was more gentle, and I climaxed. We did it another three or four time, the last two while Mother was still in the house. I was now enjoying it, and I was also getting good at it."

"So how did it end?"

Mother just announced one day that I would be having a new teacher. The next lesson was with Mrs. Jameson.

"Do you think she knew?"

"Yes, she might not have known we were having sex," then she giggled before adding, "From behind like dogs do. But I think she suspected something. I never saw Mr. Harris again."

"I will never be able to see a piano stool again without smiling, but I think it's now time for me to fuck you."

"Yes, and I want it hard."

For the next five minutes that's what she got. She was now bending forward as much as she could, and I was giving her full strokes. Surprisingly there was very little noise from her, she was probably biting her lip to stop herself from being too loud.

"Slow down, I want it to last a bit longer."

As I did, I felt her pussy start to spasm, too late, she was already climaxing. If I wanted to come with her I needed to be quick, so I thrust hard and deep into her. This time she couldn't stay quiet.

"Sophie are you OK, it sounds as if you are in pain?"

I shouted back, "It's just cramp."

"Help her, go into the muscle."

I thrust hard again, "I am going in as deep as I can."

"Good, don't stop until she tells you to."

I always do what my Mother says, so I continued with the fucking. Two strokes later I heard Granny say, "Stop, I can't take anymore," then I climaxed as well. We hadn't come together, but it was close. Not bad for a first time.

As we were recovering Mother turned the radio off.

"You had me worried, but you seem to be OK now."

"I am, David sorted me out."

"Well done. The next time I have cramp you can do the same to me."

Then the radio was back on.

I whispered to Granny, "I hope she gets cramp soon."

That cracked her up, so much that I thought she would never stop laughing. When she eventually did, we tidied ourselves up. I was now firmly zipped up, and Granny had her knickers back on. I was now so relaxed that fifteen minutes later I drifted off to sleep. I only woke when Mother called me.

"David, we are nearly home."

I gave a big yawn, then I said, "I fell off asleep."

Grandma said, "Yes, we know. We could hear you snoring."

I muttered under my breath, "I bet it sounded better than that Country and Western music."

Fortunately Mother didn't hear what I had just said. Ten minutes later we were pulling into the drive, we were home.

When we were all out of the car I turned to Mother and said, "Thanks."

"You are welcome, but remember your promise. You agreed that you would take driving lessons if I helped you move."

"I will, but I would rather take piano lessons."

They all looked puzzled, except Granny, who was doing her best not to laugh.

Mother said, "What do you mean?"

"Just my idea of a silly joke."

I got funny looks from Grandma and Mother, but Granny was smiling, then they all went indoors, leaving me to unpack. I didn't mind, so far it had been a brilliant day, and it was going to get even better.. Jane was joining us later for the evening meal, and she was staying overnight, in my bed!