Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2009 18:54:30 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 17 (Comments and messages about my stories or anything else always welcomed) Tracey was as cool as I was coming to expect her to be. "Hello, Mum," she said. "Good class?" "Hello, you two," she replied. "Hello, Trisha." "Hello, Mrs Ames." Trish lacked Tracey's cool composure. She was looking like a girl with a secret, and to my mind looking at Mum just as if she had just seen her nude photos splashed all over the internet, but I suppose that is ridiculous when you come right down to it. Then Mum saw the shaving gear. "What's this then?" she asked. "That was me and Trish, Mum," Tracey told her blandly. "We thought we'd find out what we looked like shaved." Mum looked non-plussed for a moment, and then understanding dawned. I actually saw her blush, and then she looked quickly at me and up the stairs to where I suppose she presumed dad to be. Tracey laughed. "No, we didn't do it in here, silly," she said. "In the downstairs bathroom. We just forgot to take the stuff upstairs. You want to see?" "What?" "You want to see how it looks?" So obviously they both were shaved, which was an interesting thought. Mum just stared at her without saying anything for the moment, and Tracey took that as a yes. "This is girl stuff, Chris," she said to me. "Better get yourself upstairs. And warn Dad not to come down." I took the stairs two at a time. Dad, dressed now, was coming out of his study and I beckoned for him to follow him me into my room. The computer was already on, and all I had to do was switch the cam view to the one down in the living room and click record. . Mum was sitting on the sofa, with Tracey standing in front of her with the front of her skirt held up and her panties halfway down her thighs. But Tracey knew exactly where the cam was, and had positioned herself with her back to it. I couldn't see a thing. "What's happening?" Dad asked, standing behind me. I quickly explained Tracey's explanation of the shaving materials we had left out, and what had followed. His eyes shot back to the screen, where Mum was leaning forward to peer at Tracy's presumably shaven cunt. "You two are trying to get control of your mother as well," he said quietly. "You had those photos of her, and made me show them to other men. And now you want more." For a moment I felt a little bad at his words, shamed. But then I saw that he had an erection pushing out the front of his trousers, and any thought of shame fled my mind. "You dirty old fucker," I said. "You want her turned into our bitch just like you are." He didn't even try to deny it, giving the briefest of nods as he watched the screen. Downstairs, Tracey said, "It feels real smooth, Mum. Touch it and see. Go on." "Those men in the chat room aren't the only ones to see those photos," I said to Dad. "Some videos too. My mate Kenny. One of the teachers at school who found Kenny looking at them and wanted more. They've both had good wanks looking at Mum's tits and arse and cunt." On the screen Mum had reached out to touch Tracey, and then sat back quickly looking flustered. "Come and show Mum yours, Trish," Tracey said. "Take your cock out," I told Dad. Trish had walked up beside Tracey and was undoing her jeans. She dropped them to reveal a lack of panties and a bare arse that was every bit as good as I had expected it to be. Next to me, Dad had undone his flies and pulled out his erect cock. His eyes were on Trish's arse too. I took hold of his cock in my hand, feeling its hardness and its warmth. Dad looked down at me and smiled, and then turned his attention back to the screen. "Feel Trish's too, Mum," Tracey was saying, with that subtle note of command in her voice that I was coming to know. "It feels even nicer than mine." She reached across to demonstrate, Mum's eyes following her hand. "Go on, try it." I felt Dad's cock pulsing in my fingers as Mum reached forward tentatively. I looked at it and felt the temptation, and gave in to it almost immediately. I lifted his heavy cock and dipped my head to run my tongue across his now hairless balls, hearing him moan. Then up the shaft to the head. Closed my lips over it. I'd sucked my mate Danny and my brother Sean when he'd made me, but this was my Dad's cock that I was feeling and tasting on my tongue and lips and the thought of it alone was tremendously exciting. I was getting an idea of what it must have been like for him to have his son fucking his mouth. "What about you, Mum?" I heard Tracey asking. "You shaved or hairy?" I took Dad's cock head from my mouth to look back at the screen, but kept a hold on it. Tracey and Trish had redressed themselves and were standing looking down at Mum. "I don't shave," Mum said quietly, which Trish knew already from the cams. "Ooh," Tracey said, sounding surprised. "Let's see, Mum." "Yes, Mrs Ames," Trish added. "Let's see. We showed you ours." A pause. "And let you touch them." Mum was looking trapped. "No, I don't thin that would be a good idea," she said hesitantly. "How about we all have a cup of tea?" Tracey looked at Trish. "Mum's bottling out, Trish," she said in a bantering tone. "That's not very fair, is it?" "Not fair at all," Trish answered in the same light tone. "What do you reckon we should do about it?" Tracey laughed. "Jump her!" she shouted. They both piled on top of her, trying to hold her down. It was done as if in harmless horseplay, but I could see how often their hands rubbed across Mum's tits in their attempt to pin her down. They were both giggling, and before so long so was Mum. Then they had her, and Tracey used her free hand to pull up Mum's skirt. She was wearing a pair of skimpy pink panties, which Tracey soon despatched down her thighs with a firm grip on the waistband. Mum sat there with her skirt up to her waist and her panties halfway down her thighs, and both girls on top of her holding her down. They were all still laughing, but there was a false edge to it now. "Yes, Mum," Tracey said, looking down at the thick bush. "You certainly aren't shaved." She reached down and rubbed her hand over the hair. "Have a feel, Trish. It feels nice." "No, I don't." Mum started to say, but Trish was already feeling her. "It tickles," Trish said, smiling. "Bet it tickles Mr Ames' nose when he goes down on you, Mrs Ames." Trish's hand was cupping Mum's mons pubis, her fingers hanging down touching the cunt lips. Then I saw her middle finger slip inside. Mum froze, her face showing both confusion and uncertainty. Her eyes closed as Trish's hand moved slightly. When she opened them again the laughter had stopped and both girls were looking at her intently. "Does it tickle Dad's nose, Mum?" Tracey asked seriously. "When he goes down on you?" Mum seemed to be half in another place. She looked from one face to the other, her eyes slightly glazed. "He doesn't." she started. "What I mean to say is.your father.he..you're.you'll understand better when you get older." "I understand now, Mum," Tracey said sympathetically. "Dad's obviously not exactly hot stuff between the sheets. Is Uncle Harry better?" She looked over at Trish. "Come on, Trish," she said. "I'll walk back with you to your place." Mum just stared at Tracey speechless as the two of them got off her. Trish held her right hand up to her face, sniffed her middle finger and then licked it. "Thanks for having me, Mrs Ames," she said sweetly. "We must do this again sometime, Mum," Tracey added. "It was fun." The two of them trounced out of the house, leaving Mum still sitting there too stunned even to cover herself. I looked up at Dad, and his face was as stunned as Mum's. His cock had wilted in my hand, and I let it go and stood up. I wondered if Tracey had guessed that I would bring him in with me, or whether for once she had made a misstep. "You'd better put that away, Dad," I said gesturing to his flaccid cock.