Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 21:32:26 +0100 (BST) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 20 PART TWENTY Mum came back in to the living room carrying a cup of tea. Tracey took it from her and indicated with a gesture that she should kneel on the carpet by her feet. Without a murmur, Mum went down on her knees. It was obvious that Uncle Harry had trained her well over all those years. All it took was a dominant personality giving her orders in a no-nonsense voice and she was putty in their hands. I was wondering about her marriage to Dad, another total submissive. Surely not a coincidence. Perhaps Uncle Harry had a hand in that too. I wouldn't have put it past him, knowing what I now knew about him. Tracey was sipping at her tea, looking down at Mum. She slipped a foot out of her sandal and raised it to play with Mum's breasts. Mum closed her eyes , and a little shudder passed through her. "Open your eyes," Tracey commanded. "I want you to see me." "Yes, Tracey," Mum answered, opening her eyes. Tracey ran her foot down Mum's stomach to her groin and pushed between her thighs, making her open them more. I could see Mum's breathing becoming heavy as Tracey delved into her cunt with her toes. Then abruptly she stopped and withdrew her foot. I actually saw Mum give a little sigh. "I've changed my mind," Tracey said. "I can't stand to see you in those skanky outfits even one day more. We'll go shopping now. Get your dress on." Mum reached for her panties, discarded on the sofa, but Tracey shook her head. "No, Mum," she said. "Let's get some air to that sopping cunt of yours. Might cool you down a bit." "But supposing my dress blows up?" Tracey smiled. "Then you'll give someone a treat," she said. "Now hurry up. I haven't got all day. Get your dress on and meet me out in the car. I've just got to pop upstairs for something." Tracey left the room and I watched as Mum pulled the dress over her naked body. Next moment Tracey came through the door behind me. "Get all that recorded?" she asked. "Of course," I replied. She looked down at my hard cock poking out of my jeans. "I see you enjoyed it too," she said. "Naturally. Dad knows about Mum. Are you going to tell Mum about Dad?" "In my own good time." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and a little stroke of my cock, and then she was gone. Downstairs Mum had already left to go out to the car. I cleared the cam picture off the screen and cut into the cams at Tracey's friend Trish's house. Nobody home, so I used the little programme I'd left hidden on her computer to go rummaging about in it. There was nothing of interest in her bookmarks, but then I hurt pay dirt with her online diary. I spent the next hour and a half reading, and saving some of the juicier items for reading later. I learnt a lot about Trish, and even a bit more about my sister. The two of them had been playing together for the last eight months, and Trish described all of it in great detail from the first giggling kissing and fondling right through to when they first ate each other out. That I saved, even though I'd already read every word. Her experiences with boys were also there, but it was clear she was still a virgin. A snog and a grope had been the limit so far, and the descriptions included the names of the boys and some not always flattering comments on their cocks and their techniques. I knew all of them from school, and it was interesting to see how reality matched up with the boasts of some of the self-proclaimed studs in my year. There were also some mentions of me scattered here and there through the diary in the context of me being Tracey's brother. They weren't very complimentary, but of course she didn't really know me then. The entry she had posted last night detailing the events at our house more than made up for that. If I'd been the modest type, I would have blushed. Trish definitely rated some attention from me in the near future. I heard the car in the drive, and withdrew from Trish's computer and clicked off the screen. I didn't want Tracey to find out what I had learnt about her and Trish. Adjusting my dress, as they say in the public lavatories, I went downstairs. "Hello, you two, been shopping?" Tracey pointed to the pile of bags I was just stepping around at the bottom of the stairs. "Brilliant deduction, Sherlock," she said. "Now be a gentleman and help me upstairs with these bags. If we'd known you were home, you could have brought some in from the car." "I'll help Dad carry in his credit bill when it arrives instead. He's going to need some help." "Very funny. Now grab some bags." I poked my head into the living room first. Mum was standing there looking endearingly shy in one of her new outfits. I had wondered whether Tracey might dress her up tarty, but I should have known my clever sister better than that. Mum was in a well cut white blouse and a black skirt that came to mid thigh and showed off her slim smooth legs to perfection. She looked chic and sexy, "Wow, Mum, you look fantastic." She blushed nicely. "Thank you, Chris," she said demurely. "Tracey helped me choose." Upstairs in Mum and Dad's bedroom we dropped the bags on to the bed and Tracey started emptying them out. Most were of the same nature as what Mum was wearing, sophisticated and sexy, but there was one bag from the High Street sex shop. "How did it go?" I asked. "It was fun," Tracey answered, starting to hang up some of the clothes in the wardrobe. "Fun shopping, and fun going in the changing cubicle with Mum in each shop. If two men did it there'd be raised eyebrows at the very least, but nobody thinks twice if it's two women." "Get up to anything?" She smiled. "Fingered her in TopShop and Debenham's, and had her lick my cunt in M&S, " she said proudly. We heard Mum coming up the stairs, and then she came in through the door. "You two didn't have to............." She stopped abruptly. As she had come in, Tracey had picked up the bag from the sex shop and emptied out its contents on to the bed. There were peek-a-boo bras, crotchless panties, a fiery red corset, a strap-on dildo, a ball-gag, masks and a small collection of porn DVDs. I looked at the pile and then back at Mum. "Planning a party, Mum?" I asked.