Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 16:25:41 +0100 (BST) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 21 PART TWENTY ONE Mum went bright red and crossed to the bed quickly to push the pile of sexy underwear and sex toys into the bag. "No, Mum," Tracey said quietly. "Don't do that." Mum froze, and I at least was wondering what way she would go. Was Tracey's control over her good enough? Or was this the breaking point? Tracey seemed very confident, standing there and smiling slightly. Then Mum unfroze and let the things fall back out of the bag. She stepped back, not looking at me. "Mum has decided to come out of her shell, Chris," Tracey said. "Have a little fun out of life." "Not a bad idea," I said. "You deserve some fun, Mum." She still wasn't looking at me. Tracey picked up a black and red bra and thong set and held them up. "Think she'd look good in these, Chris?" she asked. "Stunning, I reckon." "And this?" She was holding up the ball-gag. "What do you think?" "Even better." Tracey threw the bra and thong set to Mum, who caught them awkwardly. "Let's see if Chris is right, Mum," she said. "See if you do look stunning in them." Mum clutched the underwear, glancing quickly at me and then away. "I can't, dear," she said tremulously. "Not in front of Chris." Tracey laughed. "I didn't mean change in here, you silly thing," she said. "You can go in the bathroom and put it on. Then come out and show us. Chris has seen you in your underwear before, plenty of times." She looked down at it in her hands. She knew as well as we did that the scanty scraps of material would cover very little compared to her usual taste in underwear. But Tracey had given her a let out clause, a way to salve her conscience if it bothered her. She nodded and seemed to brace herself. "Of course he has," she said. "I'm just being daft. You want to see what my new purchases look like on, Chris?" "I'd love to see, Mum." "Very well then." She left for the bathroom, and Tracey turned to me quickly. "She's trying to make it all normal," she said. "Fine as far as it goes, but not too far. Keep pushing her, bit by bit. Like we did with Dad." "How?" "Keep it sexual. She mustn't be allowed to settle in her mind." "Alright." She came back then, having obviously broken the world record for a woman changing. She stood there rather sheepishly in the bra and thong that really did conceal very little. Her nipples poked over the top of the bra cups, And the front of the thong was the merest patch of material. Remembering Tracey's words, I frankly looked her up and down. Rubbed my hand across the front of my jeans, feeling my cock harden. I saw Mum glance down, and then colour again. "Very nice, Mum," I said, walking behind her. Her arse looked perfect. "You still have a great body." "Well thank you, Chris. That's sweet of you to say. Even though I'm sure you're just being....oh!" I'd slapped her arse. It was a spur of the moment thing. It just looked so inviting, and I loved the way it wobbled when I slapped it. "And a really nice arse too," I said, coming back around in front of her. "Very slappable." "Chris, you shouldn't...It's not...I don't think..." My cock was now making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans, and Mum's eyes couldn't keep away from it as mine ran up and down her near-naked body. I gave it a slow stroke through the material. "Chris, don't do that," she tried, gathering what shred of waning authority she could standing there looking like something out of readers' wives. "Time for the final part of the outfit," Tracey said, picking up the ball gag. "What!" She looked horrified, but as Tracey approached her she made no effort to step away of stop her. No protest left her lips before the elasticated band was slipped over her head and the ball placed in her mouth. Tracey stepped back to admire her creation. "You were right, Chris," she said. "It does make it even better. Now go make a pot of tea, Mum. Chris and I will be down shortly."" She hesitated a moment, and then padded off down the stairs. Tracey turned to me with a grin, and held out her hand for me to shake. "The slap on the arse was perfect," she complimented me. "What now?" She smiled. "We go have our tea," she said. On the way down she stopped in her room to collect her camera. Mum was just coming in to the living room bearing a tray with the tea, and stopped dead and nearly dropped it when Tracey snapped a picture of her. "One for the family album," Tracey said lightly. Mutely, Mum started up again and placed the tray on the table. Tracey and I sat down on the sofa next to each other and Mum served the tea to us. Tracey made a gesture and Mum settled down on her knees on the floor between us. She was looking everywhere but at us, but I could see that the nipples poking over the small bra were hard. She might be feeling guilt and shame at what she was doing, but she had been submitting to her brother for many years and this was just small stop further. Whatever her other emotions, the submissive in her needed and wanted this. "You're turning Chris on, Mum," Tracey said, reaching over ns giving eh bulge in my jeans a stroke. "Cocks never lie, do they?" Mum glanced at her and then me, and then down to my crotch. In my mind was a memory of that webcam footage of her handling and kissing my cock when she thought I was asleep. I wondered if it was in hers too. Tracey had left her hand there. Now she deftly pulled down my zip and put her hand inside. "Want to see, Mum?" she asked. Their eyes met and held, and then Mum gave a curt nod. Tracey pulled out my erect cock, and left it laying there against my jeans as she sat back. Mum's eyes were fixed on it, her expression unreadable. "Have a feel, Mum. Chris'll not mind. Will you Chris?" I didn't trust myself to speak. I reckon it would have come out as a very unauthoritative squeak. Instead I just shook my head. Mum reached out tentatively, and then laid her hand along the shaft. It twitched at her touch, and she got bolder. Beginning to stroke it, explore it with her fingers. I undid the button on my jeans and lifted my arse to push them down to my knees along with my pants. Mum immediately cupped my balls in one hand, and brought up her other to continue stroking and squeezing my cock. I became aware of Tracey standing behind her. Removing the ball-gag. Smiling at me over Mum's head. "Taste it, Mum," she said. She started on my balls, licking around them and taking them one at a time into a hot wet mouth. Then she was licking up the shaft, taking her time about it. By the time she reached the head, I was lost. Almost as soon as she took it into her mouth, I involuntary let loose. She jumped back startled, and the last two spurts splashed across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. She just knelt there staring at me with my cum dripping down her face and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tracey leant over her and licked one runnel of cum from her cheek. "Good girl," she said. My other current stories: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/authoritarian/family-debt/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/authoritarian/inlaws-and-outlaws/