Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2009 20:24:03 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 19 PART NINETEEN I slipped quietly upstairs as Tracey called out to Mum in the kitchen that if she were making tea then she would have one too. By the time I got to the computer and switched it on, Tracey was settled on the sofa with her legs stretched pout along it and Mum was just coming through with a mug of tea in each hand. She put one down on the table by Tracey, and then sat down in an armchair with the other. "That gymn is working, Mum," Tracey said, picking up her mug. "You're looking real good." Mum looked pleased. "You think so?" she asked. "I do. So does Trish. She was saying last night as we walked back to her place what a good body you had for a woman your age." Mum had gone from looking pleased to looking uncomfortable. "Tracey," she said. "I really think we should all forget about last night. It was a just a silly thing. Should never have happened, and best we put it right out of our minds." "I don't think so, Mum," Tracey said matter-of-factly, and took a sip of her tea. "You'll be telling Uncle Harry what happened, of course." "What! Of course not. What is all this nonsense about Uncle Harry, Tracey?" She was bluffing, and she wasn't very good at it. Tracey calmly watched her wiggling on the hook, and then smiled slightly. "You tell him everything, Mum," she said. "You know that. Like how you kissed Chris' cock when he was asleep. You told him that, didn't you? So why wouldn't you tell him about being groped by me and Trish?" Mum just stared at her, mouth half open and face reddening. Tracey gave her no time to recover, hitting her with one after another of the things that we had got from our spying with the webcam. All of it stuff we had heard her telling uncle Harry, or that she might have. She took a chance with some of it, but I doubt Mum would remember whether she had or she had not with the shock of hearing it all. "How did you know all that?" Mum asked when the list came to an end. "Uncle Harry told me," Tracey replied quietly. "It turned him on to tell me what you get up to." I figured it would have, from what we now knew about him, so that fitted. And I could tell from Mum's face that she thought so too. Something else in her face as well, which I'm sure Tracey would not have missed. Excitement. A shameful looking type of excitement, but excitement nevertheless. Tracey knowing her dirty secrets was turning Mum on, just as it would have Uncle Harry had he really known. We were turning out to be one hell of a kinky family. Except me, of course. The one normal person in the whole bunch. "He thinks it time you took a step further," Tracey went on. Mum looked at her quizzically, but I think she already knew what was coming. I certainly did. "He thinks I should take a hand in your control," Tracey said. "But you're my.." "Your daughter," Tracey finished for her. "Yes. Just like it was your daughter who was feeling you up last night, and Trish said you were very wet. Just like it was your son whose erect cock you were kissing the other day as he slept. Just like it's your brother who's been fucking you and making you do anything he wants you to do. For who know how long. Come on, Mum. You can't play the prim and proper card with me anymore. It's not going to wash." Tracey drank some more of her tea. She was the very picture of cool, calm and collected, and I felt a little surge of pride. That was my sister there. "How long has he been controlling you actually?" she asked. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you," Mum snapped back, a little surge of rebellion. "You tell me," Tracey commanded, that note in her voice that I was coming to know so well. All the fight suddenly went out of Mum in whoosh, and it was with a sort of relief that she seemed to sit back in the chair and pick up her own tea. "A very long time," she said. "He didn't actually..fuck..me till the night of my sixteenth birthday, but it all started long before that." A fine appreciation of the legal niceties from Uncle Harry, I thought. And then it struck me. I had just heard my Mum say fuck for the very first time in my life. She had hesitated over it, but it had somehow released something in her to say it. She looked relaxed now, even enjoying herself as she started to tell the story. Of the way her brother Harry, two years her elder, had always been the one to decide everything in her life. Even down to what she wore, whom she would go out with and what she would allow them to do. He would insist that she always go naked around the house when Gramps and Gramma were out, and would have her do various chores as he watched her. And if they were not done to his exacting standards, then she would be put over his knee and spank her bare bottom. He would have her watch him as he wanked, and then instruct her in how to pleasure herself as he watched her. But apart from the spankings he never touched her, nor had her touch him. Not until the night of her sixteenth birthday, when he came to her room after everybody had gone to bed and took her virginity. Threefold. Mouth, arse and cunt. "And he's been using you ever since," Tracey said. A nod from Mum, eyes lowered. "And you like being used, don't you? It excites you." A hesitation, and then another nod. "You like being used as his slut." Another nod. "His dirty little slut. And you want to be my dirty little slut too now, don't you? You want that, don't you?" Mum looked up from her cup and straight at Tracey. There was a confused swirl of emotions showing on her face. Doubt and a little fear, but also arousal and a strong need. She nodded once more, emphatically. "Say it, Mum," demanded Tracey. "Yes," Mum said, sounding very positive. "I want it." "What do you want?" "To be your dirty little slut." Now it was Tracey's turn to nod. "That's very good," she said. "Very good indeed, Mum. Now stand up." Mum put aside her cup and stood up. She was wearing a patterned summery dress, nice enough but a bit frumpish for her. Ever since I could remember she had gone for very conservative clothes. As I saw Tracey looking her up and down critically, I had a feeling that was going to change. "We'll go out and buy you some sexier clothes tomorrow," Tracey said. "More in keeping. Are you wearing panties?" "Yes." "Take them off." My cock was already rock hared against my jeans. I let it out and slowly began to stroke it as Mum reached under her dress and pulled of her panties. Tracey took them off her and held them to her nose. "You are so turned on by this, Mum," she said with a smile. "Aren't you, you slut?" "Yes," Mum answered in a small voice. "Use my name." "Yes, Tracey," Mum responded, and then took a deep breath. "I'm very turned on by this." "By following my orders and being my bitch. That turns you on, doesn't it?" "Yes, Tracey." Some of the doubt returned. "You'll not tell your father or the boys about this, will you?" "No, Mum, I'll not tell them." Which was perfectly honest as far as it went. "Come here." Mum went to stand next to the sofa. Tracey placed a hand on her calf and ran it slowly up her leg under the dress. I saw Mum jump as it reached its destination. "Your cunt is sopping, Mum," Tracey said with a laugh. "Now get those clothes off and go make me another cup of tea." At Mum's hesitation, she added. "Don't worry, I'll hear if Chris comes in and you'll have plenty of time to make yourself decent again." Mum pulled the dress over her head, showing that she was not wearing a bra, and stood there naked for Tracey's inspection. "You really do have a good body, Mum," Tracey said. "Now go make that tea." As Mum padded out to the kitchen, Tracey looked to where she knew the cam to be and gave me a wink.