Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 23:05:37 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 10 PART TEN [Comments and messages welcome and always answered.] Mum was in the utility room, folding washing. I went to the other side of the counter and began to help her. She gave me a brief glance, and then concentrated on the job in hand. "Had a shower?" she asked, not looking at me. "I was feeling a bit sticky," I told her. "It's the weather." "Maybe. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by mentioning about knocking and waiting, Mum." "No," she said. "You were right, You have a right to your privacy." I gave a little laugh. "Must have been a bit of a shock to walk in and see Kenny beating his meat," I said lightly. She coloured, very attractively. She looked at me, and her eyes briefly travelled down my naked chest to where the towel started around my hips. "That's not a very nice way to speak, Chris," she said, looking away again. I gave a shrug. "Wanking, jerking off, masturbating," I said. "It's all the same thing, and we all do it." "Not all of us, Chris," she said primly. "Do you, Mum?" She looked quite shocked. "What a thing to ask!" she exclaimed. "No, of course I don't." It would have been quite a laugh to tell her that Kenny and I had watched her doing that very thing shortly before, but that would have really put the cat amongst the pigeons. "Sorry," I said, really not meaning it. "I just assumed everybody did." We carried on folding the washing, and I took the opportunity of her being careful not to look at me to get a good look at her. There were no nipples visible under her t- shirt anymore, so I assumed she'd put on fresh underwear "Why was Kenny doing it here?" she suddenly asked after a long pause while we continued to fold. "He often does," I answered, still keeping it very casual. "And I do round his place. Sometimes we do it together, and with other mates. .A sort of group wank." "Well, things have certainly changed since I was a girl." "I don't think they have, Mum," I said. "You ask Dad or Uncle Harry. I'm sure they'll say the same." She looked up, and our eyes met. "I can't imagine Dad sitting in a circle with a bunch of other boys all doing that," she said lightly with a laugh, drawing her gaze away from mine "Can you?" "I can," I answered. "I definitely can. Uncle Harry, too." "Well, you know your Uncle Harry. I wouldn't put anything past him." "No, nor would I." The washing was all folded. Mum picked up the pile and dropped it into the basket. "Thanks for the assistance," she said. "And I'm glad we had this little chat. It's good to know you feel comfortable about talking to me and Dad about these sort of things." "It's good for me too, Mum," I agreed. "Always knowing that I can discuss anything with you without any embarrassment." An outright lie, but sometimes a lily just has to be gilded. "And what I said about knocking and waiting only really applies when I've got company. Dad knows I've got no hang- ups with being naked in front of him or you, or Sean or Tracey. It's just flesh, after all. We've all got it." I matched deed to word by taking the towel from around my waist and hanging ti about my neck. My cock was semi-erect, hanging down but away from my body. I saw her eyes move involuntarily down to it. "See," I said. "Doesn't bother me a bit." I turned and left and went back upstairs. After dressing, I sat down at the computer and started to go through the stuff Tracey had sent me about Dad. The mails made for interesting reading. Most were to the address we now knew to be Uncle Harry, but there were a few others as well to various people he had met on the net. It was obvious that he was a total submissive, and from some of the stories he recounted in mails about his boyhood that he had been one for a long time. Those mails painted a picture of him that was hard to reconcile with my previous knowledge of him. In normal life there was no way you could call him submissive, except maybe with Mum. He was the first to kick up a fuss if he thought he was being conned or badly served, and usually he got his way in those situations. But the man in those mails liked nothing better than to be treated like dirt by other men. And by women as well, judging from some of the sites he visited regularly. Downstairs, I heard Tracey returning from school. She had a few words with Mum, and then headed up the stairs. I opened my door as she reached the top and beckoned to her. She stepped into my room, pulling off her school tie, and looked at me expectantly as she closed the door behind her. "Well?" she asked. "You are not going to believe what's been happening here," I told her. She smiled. "I will if you've got the evidence to show me," she said with a wink. "Yes and no," I responded. I sat her down at the computer and first told her of Mum coming into the bedroom and holding and kissing my cock while she thought I was sleeping. She looked disbelieving, as if I were spinning out some adolescent fantasy, but I knew that disbelief wouldn't last long. The next thing, massaging Mum's feet, I did have the evidence to show, and she liked that. She kicked off her shoes and put her bare heels up on the edge of the chair as she watched, her skirt slipping down her thighs to reveal a very satisfying amount of flesh. "That is good," she said. "Were you hard?" I nodded. "And she could feel it through your jeans?" I nodded again. "Cool." She looked disappointed when the knock came on the door, but I knew that wouldn't last long. She watched the scene with Mum and Uncle Harry in total silence, but she wasn't far into it before her hand slipped beneath her school skirt and started to rub. I took that as my cue and pulled out my cock to join her. She gave me a quick approving look before her eyes flashed back to the screen. When it was done she sat back and stretched out her legs, keeping a hand still under her skirt. "You're right," she said. "I don't believe it. Even seeing it, I don't believe it. "She shook her head. "The sly old cow. And there was me thinking butter wouldn't melt, while she's at it hammer and tongs with her own brother. And copping a feel of you. Let's face it, Chris, we've got perverts on both sides of the gene pool, so we might as well accept that we've got no chance of turning out little puritan angels." "Suits me," I said. "And there's more." "Never! Show me." I told her first, about the bra and panties and my conversation with Mum while I fingered the latter. And I spoke she reached out and took hold of my cock, using it to pull me closer to her. Then she planted a kiss on the very tip. "You are a good big brother to me, Chris," she said with a laugh as she let go. Feeling the lips of both your Mum and sister on your cock on the same day is not a bad day to have. I told her about Kenny coming around, and then showed her the clip of him wanking on my bed while getting a facefull of Mum's panties. "Nice cock," she said, smiling. "Not as nice as yours though. And what is it with boys and soiled panties? You like them too?" Remembering our rule about honesty, I said I did. She clapped her hands in pleasure when the cam showed Mum coming in. "Did you set that up?" she asked. "I did," I replied proudly. "Clever boy." The scene switched to Kenny stripping off in the middle of the room. "Mum went to the bedroom and had a wank after she'd walked in on Kenny," I said. "I couldn't record it because he was standing right at my shoulder." "He watched Mum masturbating?" I nodded. "Awesome. And it that why he's doing this now?" "Not exactly. I showed him a couple of those stills you made of Mum in the bathroom, and I said he could have them if he stripped and let me fuck his mouth. Properly fuck, not just sucking." She watched as Kenny got down on his knees, and then as I came into the picture and began to fuck his face. Her hand went back beneath her skirt. "So Kenny has watched Mum frig herself on screen and now he's got some nude photos of her," she said. "And I..we...have film of him getting his face thoroughly fucked. Couldn't be better." After the clip had finished, I told her about my last conversation with Mum in the utility room. And about taking off my towel. She listened intently, as she had to all of it, and then stood up abruptly. "Come on," she said. "But put that away first. Nude as nature intended is one thing, but having it sticking out of your jeans might give the game away." I followed her into her own room, knowing that a reward for my sterling efforts of the day was in the offing but not sure what. Going into her room, where she knew the cam was blocked augured well. Once in and with the door closed, she took her tie completely off and threw it on the bed. Reaching under her skirt, she pulled off her panties. Too nimbly, though, for me to see anything worthwhile. The panties were a white thong, and I could see from here that they were soaked in her juices. She went over t the bed and sat down on it, beckoning me over with the panties. When I was standing over her, she handed me the panties and then pulled down my zip and extracted my cock. "Cum in my mouth," she said. "And I'll punch you so hard in the bollocks that you'll be cumming blood for a month. Understood?" "Understood," I said, knowing that she meant it. I could feel the dampness of the thong in my hand, and as her mouth closed over my cock I lifted it to my face and licked at the sweet cunt juice. She was either a natural at it or she'd sucked cock before, and too soon I felt myself cumming. I told her quickly, and she pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed the thong from my hand. She held it over the head of my cock as she finished me off by hand. "Was that good?" she asked, studying the result in her underwear. "It was so much better than good," I assured her perfectly truthfully. Her inspection finished, she tucked me back inside my jeans and then stood up. As nimbly as he had taken them off, she put the thong back on. The thought of my cum smearing her cunt and arse was enough to almost make me ready to cum again. "We need to make some plans," she said.