Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 16:24:51 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 8

I woke from a dream in which Dad had been on his knees in
front of me dressed in Mum's underwear while I was
slapping his face with my cock. It had been a very warm
night, and I had slept naked and with only a sheet
covering me. The sheet was now wrapped around my thigh,
and there was a small pool of cum on the bottom sheet
just below my straining cock. Outside in the other
bedrooms I could hear Mum bustling about. This was her
day for stripping down all the beds and washing the
bedclothes, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she
would expect me out of here so that she could do mine and
Sean's.

Then, sure enough, there was a tap on the door. I closed
my eyes, feigning sleep. Hearing the door open, I lay
still and waited. Nothing happened for so long that I
suspected that she had gone out again and silently closed
the door, but then I sensed her standing over me. She did
nothing but stand there for another long period, as far
as I could tell relying on senses other then sight, but
then I felt cool fingers around my cock. I moved a
little, as if in sleep, so that my cock rubbed through
her fingers, and it was all I could do not to moan with
the pleasure of it. Then I felt two soft lips just
briefly touch the underside of the head, before she let
me go.

I heard the door close,  to be followed by a hard
knocking on it.

"Chris, are you awake?"

"I am now, Mum," I called back, putting grogginess into
my voice. "What time is it?"

"Nearly ten. It's sheets day. I want you out of that bed
in five minutes, or else."

"Sure thing, Mum."

"I'll make you a cup of tea. It'll be waiting downstairs
for you."

"Thanks, Mum."

She went away, and I lay there looking down at my cook. I
was so wishing that I'd had the cam in my room recording.
To see Mum holding my cock and then kissing it. And to
show Tracey, of course. I closed my eyes and grabbed hold
of it, letting myself remember the feel of her fingers
and lips as I wanked quickly. I used the sheet to clean
off the cum after I'd climaxed. It was usually something
I carefully avoided, in case Mum noticed. But somehow
that seemed not such a worry anymore.

Downstairs, my tea was in the kitchen by the sink. I
picked it up and went through to the living room, where
Mum was taking a break. She had kicked off her slippers
and had her legs up along the sofa.

"I promised you a foot massage, Mum," I said.

She laughed. "I was only kidding, Chris," she said. "You
don't have to do that."

"I want to."

I lifted her feet by the ankles and sat down to lay them
across my lap. She was wearing trousers unfortunately,
but I wasn't going to let that spoil it for me. She was
looking a little embarrassed, and I was thinking to
myself that making my parents feel embarrassed was
becoming a bit of a habit, but it was a habit I was
enjoying.

"You really don't have to do this, Chris," she said.
"It's nice of you, but I'm sure there're a million things
you'd rather be doing than massaging your Mum's lousy old
feet."

I rested a hand on the top of the foot nearest me, and
gently stroked it. "Nonsense, Mum," I said. "You do
plenty of nice things for me." Like kissing my cock when
you think I'm asleep, I thought. "Time I did something
for you in return. And you don't have lousy old feet.
They're very sexy feet."

And they were. Tracey had very pretty feet, with cute
little toes, but Mum's were out and out sexy. I picked up
the one nearest me and began to massage the sole with my
thumbs.

"That's very nice of you to say, Chris," she said. "But
I'm not sure it's appropriate for you to say it."

I smiled at her as I continued manipulating her foot.
"Don't be silly, Mum," I said. "You are sexy, so why
shouldn't I say it?  All my mates fancy you. Especially
Kenny."

I was feeling my cock hardening in my jeans. I put down
the foot I had been massaging to pick up the other,
positioning it as if not to be in my way but so that it
rested up against my erection. Not pressing against it,
but just touching. She didn't move it away, I noticed.

I finished massaging her left foot, and then placed it
back against the right on my lap. "That feel nice, Mum?"
I asked her.

She was looking a little bit dreamy, and very flushed.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "It did. Thank you, Chris."

"My pleasure, Mum."

I leaned forward to pick up my tea from the floor, my
erection pushing down on the tops of her feet, and then
sat back up again with the mug in my hand. I could feel a
trickle of pre-cum on my stomach. I casually rested my
free hand on her ankle.

"Do some of your friends really fancy me, Chris?" she
asked.

"Loads of them," I assured her. "You've heard of MILFs,
haven't you?"

She coloured at that, so she definitely had. "And how
about their mothers?" she went on. "Do you fancy any of
them?"

"A couple," I told her. "But none of them are a patch on
you."

The doorbell rang, and she jumped up so fast I nearly
ended up with a mug of tea all down my front. She went to
answer it and came back with Uncle Harry behind her.

"Hello, Chris," he said. "Haven't seen you in a while."

I stood up, tea still in hand, and turned to face him. He
looked me up and down, his gaze lingering unashamedly on
the bulge in my jeans. Uncle Harry, I figured was not a
man to be non-plussed by anything that came his way.

"A couple of months, at least," I said.

"Yes, I always seem to come round when you're at school,"
he said. "But your Dad keeps me up to date with all your
doings, of course."

I raised an eyebrow at that, and he smiled. "The ones he
knows about anyway," he said with a laugh. "Wouldn't do
for parents to know everything their kids get up to,
would it?"

I mumbled something at that, and said I had some things
to do upstairs. Taking my tea with me, I shot up the
stairs to my room and immediately turned on the computer.
I had switched it on to warm up before going downstairs,
so it didn't take a second. Then I tuned in to the front
room webcam. It wasn't that I expected anything, not
then, but I was just curious. Nosey, you might say. And I
got a lot more than I bargained for.

Uncle Harry was standing on his own by the window,
looking out. Then Mum reappeared, with a mug of tea for
him.  She went up to him with it, and then bobbed down in
a little curtsey as she handed it up to him.

"Your tea, Master," she said as he took it.

Automatically, I flicked on recording. I did think, just
for a moment, that this might be a little innocent game
they had. Especially as she gave a little laugh as she
said it. But his next words put paid to that thought.

"I prefer you naked when you do that," he said.

"I prefer to be naked for you, Sir" she said. "But with
Chris here, it's just not possible."

He shrugged. "Maybe," he said.  "Drop the trousers." She
glanced nervously at the front room door, but he took
hold of her chin and pulled her face back to him. "We'd
hear him coming down," he said. "No worries."

Without another word, she unclipped and unzipped her
trousers and let them fall to her ankles. I noticed at
once that she was wearing the panties that I and Uncle
Harry had smeared with our cum, and I could see he was
quick to notice too. I freed my cock and began to gently
stroke as I watched. I was trying to figure out the
dynamics here. Uncle Harry was doing the dominating bit
on both Mum and Dad, his sister and brother-in-law,
although with Mum it seemed to be more playful than it
was with Dad. But did Mum know that her brother was
fucking her husband, and did Dad know about them? The
evidence so far suggested not, but the jury was still out
on it.

"Dave still fucking you like it's a household chore?" he
asked, looking her up and down appreciatively.

"Regular as clockwork," she answered. "And just as
boring."

"You need to get a real man to fuck you senseless," he
said, nodding.

"I've got one," she said with a cheeky smile.

He smiled back. "Someone other than me," he said. "I
might arrange something."

He reached down and pulled aside the gusset of her
panties. From her reaction, I was guessing he was putting
a finger or two inside her.

"You're very wet," he said.

"I've been very naughty," she said coquettishly.

"Tell me."

She told him of how I had massaged Tracey's feet the
night before, and how she had joked about doing hers. And
then of what had happened there in the living room just
before he turned up.

"My foot was up against his crotch," she said. "And he
was hard. I could feel it through his jeans."

"Was he now?" Uncle Harry said thoughtfully. "He's
getting to be a big boy, is he?"

She laughed. "Very big," she said. "As big as his Dad,
though I hope he knows better how to use it."

"You'd like to find out, wouldn't you?"

She blushed. "No, of course not," she said firmly. "What
an idea!"

He let that go, but you could see he wasn't convinced.
And nor was I. He looked at her silently for a moment or
too.

"There's more," he said. "I know there is. You never
could hold anything back from me, Jane. There's more than
you getting a kick out of Chris massaging your feet and
you brushing up against his erection."

She shook her head, but he wasn't giving up.

"Tell me," he said. "You know you really want to."

So she told him. About coming into my room and seeing my
cock. About holding it and kissing it while I supposedly
slept.

"I couldn't resist it, Harry," she said. "Just couldn't
resist. It looked so inviting laying there across his
thigh, all hard and big. But I felt so ashamed
afterwards."

"Why?" he asked. "He probably enjoyed it immensely."

"He was asleep, Harry," she said. "I told you that."

He shrugged. "You have definitely been very naughty," he
said. "And you do deserve a punishment."

She nodded eagerly, but he held up a hand.

"Not a spanking," he said. "You enjoy those too much." He
reached down and pulled down his zipper, then pulled out
his semi-hard cock. "Suck my cock while I think," he
added.

She cast a quick glance at the door, but then got down on
her knees in front of him. Then I saw my mother take that
thick cock of her brother's into her mouth, just as the
day before it had been in my father's. From what I could
see, she was making a pretty good job of it.

"I have to go in a minute," he said. "Make me cum."

She renewed her efforts, pushing her mouth up and down on
his cock as she worked on it with her hand as well. Very
soon he gave a series of shudders, bucking his hips as he
thrust into her mouth. Mum took it all, not spilling a
drop. Afterwards, she stood up licking her lips while he
made himself decent again.

"I've decided your punishment," he said. "Take off your
underwear and the put you t-shirt and trousers back on."

She did as she was told, looking a little nervous. She
stepped out of her trousers to remove her panties,
revealing that thick bush of dark pubic hair at her
groin. Then she pulled off her t-shirt and removed the
bra from her small tits. For a moment she stood there
naked, but quickly dressed again in the t-shirt and
trousers. Her nipples were pushing against the material
of the tight t-shirt.

She handed him the matching blue bra and panties, and he
threw them carelessly onto the sofa. "Leave them there,"
he said. "Until just before everybody else gets home."

"But Chris will see them there," she protested.

"Yes," he agreed. "That's your punishment."

After he had gone she stood looking at the underwear a
moment, and I wondered whether she was going to pick it
up. But then she walked away and into the kitchen. I
switched off the recorder, but left the cam running as I
checked out messages. There was a new one from Tracey,
passing on Dad's reply last night to Uncle Harry. I did a
quick skim of it It contained a very detailed account of
my body, especially my cock and balls, and then a brief
sentence telling that on seeing it Dad had felt the urge
to have me fuck him with it. I thought that was a bit
sparse considering that Uncle Harry had ordered him to go
into detail, and I figured he was unlikely to let that
pass.

Tucking my cock back into my jeans, I went downstairs.