Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:13:35 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 9 Mum was in the kitchen when I got down. I called out to her, and sat down on the sofa beside her discarded underwear. "Uncle Harry didn't stay long," I shouted through to her. "He just had to drop something off for Dad," she responded. "He was on a job and couldn't stop." As a lie, it was a pretty pitiful one as Dad actually worked for him and with him. I picked up the panties and ran a thumb across the inner gusset where mine and Uncle Harry's cum and presumably her cunt juices were intermingled. They were still warm from her body. "You going commando, Mum?" I called. She came straight in saying, "What?" and then stopped dead when she saw what I was holding. "Commando," I repeated, gesturing with the panties. "No pants. I do myself sometimes." I let my gaze run down her body, lingering over her small taut breasts with the nipples pushing at her t-shirt and then stopping at her crotch. I realised that I was unconsciously rubbing the gusset of her panties again, and I wasn't the only one to notice. She stood transfixed, staring at my hand. "No," she said after the silence had stretched just that little bit too long for comfort. "Of course not. As if I would do such a thing." I could almost hear her brain working furiously to come up with an explanation. "I was bringing down the washing and they fell out. Didn't notice until after I'd started the machine. " She reached out a hand. "Give them here and I'll pop them back into the basket." "No need," I said. "I'll do it for you when I go back upstairs." There was a knock on the door. "That'll be Kenny," I said it. "I'll get it." I picked up the bra in the same hand as the panties and got up to go to the door. Kenny stood outside, and he gave me a quizzical look when he saw what I was holding. "Mum's," I mouthed at him, which put a smile on his face. "Come on in," I said aloud. He came into the hall, and at Mum's shout of hello poked his head around the door to return it. I told him to go upstairs, and once he was far enough away repeated his trick of the head around the living room door. "Any chance of a cuppa, Mum?" I asked quietly. She was looking a touch disconcerted, but normality intervened and she nodded. "Sure," she said. "I'll bring it up. Does Kenny take sugar?" "Two," I told her. "Thanks." Upstairs, Kenny was waiting to question me. "So what are you doing walking around with your Mum's underwear in your hand?" he asked. "And with her right there?" I held the panties out to him. "You complaining?" I asked sarcastically. "Never," he said as he reached out for them. "Gimme, gimme." I let him take them. "She only just took them off, " I told him. "In front of you?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Sort of," I said with a shrug. He looked curious, but let it go in favour of putting the panties up to his nose. Then he put out his tongue and licked along the gusset. Standing there watching him, I was thinking of how he was licking at that mixture of mine and Uncle Harry's dried cum, along with Mum's cunt juices. And the thought was turning me on. But time was pressing. "Be my guest," I said, waving towards my bed. He practically jumped on the bed, and had his hard cock out in seconds. He started to stroke it, holding the panties to his face again. I sat down at the computer, and switched on the recording on the cam. "Don't you feel a bit peculiar?" he asked suddenly. "What with me licking where your Mum's cunt was right here in front of you?" I looked at him and smiled. "It's a turn-on," I said to him with a smile. "Is it now? That's a piece of information to file for later under very interesting. So are you going to put action to word yourself; and have a wank while I symbolically lick out your Mum's cunt?" "Later," I said. The expected brief knock came on the door, and then Mum walked in with a tray of tea and biscuits. Kenny just had time to get the panties out of sight, but it was that or his cock. No way he could have done both. And I may be wrong, but I think that on the spur of the moment he made the right decision. Mum stood transfixed looking at him, And he just lay there looking back at her with his hard cock in his hand and the most comical of expressions on his face. If it weren't turning me on, it would have been funny. On second thought, it was funny too. I broke the tableaux by getting up and taking the tray off Mum. "You really should wait a minute after knocking, Mum," I said, in what I thought was a kindly tone. "You know what adolescent boys are like. No telling what you could walk into." "Yes," she stammered. "I will. I'm sorry." She looked over my shoulder at Kenny, and then quickly averted her eyes again. "I'm sorry, Kenny." "No worries, Mrs Brent," Kenny said, like the polite young man he had been brought up to be. Never mind that he was still holding on to his cock. "Thanks for the tea and biscuits, Mum." She gave me a vague sort of smile and left hurriedly. Kenny gave me her a few minutes to get away, and then turned on me. "You bastard," he exploded. "You set that up." I shrugged. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," I said, sitting down at the computer. "Your cock grew a good inch when she walked in, and it's still hard." I switched off the recorder and flicked through the cams until I found Mum. She had gone into their bedroom and was stretched out on the bed, her hand down the front of her trousers. "That's hardly the point," Kenny grumbled. "Come over here," I said. "Come on," I insisted. "Or you really will regret it." He came, but with poor grace. Until he saw what I had up on screen. He stood beside me, his cock still out and erect and on a level with my face. His hand went to it again. "You bugged your parents' bedroom?" "Amongst other places," I admitted smugly. He looked suspiciously around the room. "In here?" he asked. "Now why would I bug myself?" I asked. Ho nodded, accepting that non-answer, as his eyes went back to the screen. Kenny is a great mate, but he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. "Is you Mum doing what I think she's doing?" "No, she's digging for potatoes. Of course she is, you idiot. And she's thinking about your cock as she does it." On the screen Mum was well into it, her hand going like a piston inside her trousers. I turned my head and closed my lips over Kenney's cock. He happily took his hand away and let my lips slide up and down his shaft, each time taking a little more of him into my mouth. "She's cumming," he whispered. Then, louder, "I'm cumming." Previously that had been the signal for whoever was sucking to pull back, and for the sucked to finish by hand, but I was in a mood to satisfy my long-held curiosity. I kept up the rhythm with my mouth on his cock, holding his balls in my hand, until I was rewarded with the feel of him squirting in my mouth and the taste of his cum on my tongue. I kept my lips clamped to his cock shaft until he had spent it all, swallowing successive gobbets of his cum as he let it go. I let his cock slip out and turned my face back to the screen, licking my lips. I had wondered whether it would be unpleasant and nasty-tasting, but Kenny's cum didn't taste of very much at all. And it did amuse me to think that while he was putting it down my throat he was imagining outing it into my Mum as eh watched her frig herself on the screen. She was gone from there now, but I didn't do a search for her because I didn't want to show too much of my hand to Kenny just yet. "That was so fucking hot," he said. "Want to see her naked?" I asked. "Fuck, yes!" I brought up a set of half a dozen stills that Tracey had extracted and that I had picked out earlier. They showed Mum in the bathroom drying herself after a shower, and Tracey had selected them so that they showed her body from different angles. I flicked through them rapidly, and when I looked at Kenny I saw that he was hard again. I found I was getting quite a kick out of showing him my Mum's naked body. The last few days I was realising a lot of things about myself that I had not suspected before. "A bit quick," he complained. "You can have copies," I told him on a sudden whim. "I can?" "And a lot more stuff in the future, even better, if you want." "Of course I want." I nodded. "Then strip off for me," I told him. "Completely." He looked over at the closed door, and I took the opportunity to switch on the recorder again. "Don't worry," I reassured him. "I can't see her coming back in here in a hurry after walking in on you wanking." He took off his school uniform from the top down, finishing with his socks, until he was standing there stark naked. I'm what most people would c all skinny, but Kenny is a bit bulkier. Not fat, but with a bit of flesh covering his bones. He looked pretty good, and I was thinking of Tracey viewing this when she got home from school. And I intended to give her something even better. I got up and moved to the centre of the room. "Come here and kneel down in front of me," I said as I unzipped and pulled out my cock. "You want me to suck you off?" he asked as he came over. "No, I want to fuck your mouth." At a look of reluctance from him, I added, "And then you get those photos to take home and look at any time you like. And much more, Kenny. More than you can ever imagine." He got down on his knees and I took his head in both my hands and pushed at his lips with the tip of my cock. He opened up and I thrust inside. His mouth felt really good, hot and wet around my cock. "Think of my Mum standing there watching us," I said as I gently thrust in and out. "Watching me fuck your mouth with my big hard cock. And then getting down on the floor to lick your cock and your balls as I fill your mouth." The first spurt of cum, he tried to pull away as it hit the back of his throat. I held on to him, not letting his head move, as I finished off. Then I let him go, pout myself away, and went back to the computer. "You can get dressed now," I said casually as I quickly burned the photos on to a disc. Once he was dressed, he went straight to the tea and drank down the whole mug. To get the taste of my cum out of his mouth, I suppose. I handed him the disc. "Enjoy," I said. He took it with a wry smile on his face. "You are seriously weird, Chris," he said. "You know that, don't you?" "And getting weirder, Kenny," I agreed happily. "It's going to be a bumpy ride." He left to go back to school, and I reviewed the recordings of Mum walking in on him wanking and of me fucking him. I hadn't got Mum masturbating in the bedroom, but Tracey would still enjoy hearing about that. Storing the recordings, I went for a shower. When I stepped out of that and had mostly dried myself, I wrapped a towel about my waist and went down to see Mum.