Family Fun? Oh Yes!

Part 3

If you haven’t read Part 1 start here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/its-happened-79694ca17be2

It didn’t end there though. Perhaps it should have done. No. No perhaps about it. It should have stopped there. We were close to that line. Between light and dark. We crossed over. I suppose strictly I didn’t. I wasn’t part of their family. Anything I did was legal. Given everyone's age.

I haven’t researched the law in detail. The incest laws. So I can’t say categorically it was or wasn’t. So let’s pretend it was legal. What happened next was irrespective of legality just so fucking horny.

We had a breather following that first session. No one said much, other than Chris asking what we wanted to drink.

The silence was companionable although there was an underlying unanswered question. I asked it.

“Does anyone have regrets?” There was no answer so I went round the room. “John?”

“You must be joking!” a broad smile on his face.

“Chris?”

“Hardly. It’s been a super sexy evening.”

“Lizzie?”

She didn’t answer immediately. I looked at her. “Doubts?”

“Ha! For what we’ve just done? No. None at all. For the future, masses.”

“Why? How do you mean?”

She looked at the two men. “How do I tell John off for not picking his socks up after that?”

We roared. “Easy. Tell him you won’t let him see you naked again if he doesn’t.” I suggested.

“Talking of naked,” Chris intervened, “how come you’ve still got your bra on?”

A quick glance around the room confirmed Lizzie's bra was the only item of clothing on any of us apart from our now laddered stockings.

“Shall I take it off then?”

“Definitely,” Chris replied, but Lizzie had directed the question at John.

He nodded. “Okay, you best take it off for me then.”

Suddenly from the humour of the previous comment the tension in the room sky rocketed. The one thing I’d anticipated about where the line would be drawn was physical contact between mother and son. Lizzie clearly wasn’t so concerned. I wondered where her boundary was. Indeed if she had one.

John didn’t move. He shared my shock. Lizzie half turned on the sofa showing him her back. “Hurry, before I change my mind.” John wasn’t going to miss the chance. He went over to his mother. I could see his fingers shaking as he unhooked the two eyes. Once undone he let go and stood waiting. “Best push the straps off my shoulders.” Lizzie’s voice barely carried across the room. Everything was silent. No one even seemed to be breathing. John did as he was told. Lizzie held the bra in place by clamping her arms against her sides. “Best you push it off my tits.” Oh fuck. This wasn’t in the script. This had nothing to do with me. I was an outsider but that sentence started my flow again. This was more than horny.

It took John a couple of seconds to absorb what his mother had said.

He put his hands on her shoulders. slid them slowly down her chest. I’m not sure if the speed was governed by him expecting to be told to stop or to raise the tension even further. The first didn’t happen. The second did. In all the sexy encounters I'd had over the past year or so a man edging a woman’s bra off was hardly the most deviant, depraved, thing I’d seen. This though was different.

His hands arrived at the top of her breasts. His finger tips just touched the lace trim of the bra. He hesitated. “Go on,” his mother whispered. He pushed. Lizzie relaxed her arms. The bra fell off. John went to pull his hands away but Lizzie grabbed his wrists and firmly planted them on her tits. “Here have a reward.” Oh fuck! Her voice was stronger. Her doubts had diminished. John took his reward gently kneading her tits. Chris and I sat stock still not wanting to break the spell. Lizzie’s next utterance got me into action. “My, Trace I do believe my son is ready for another blow job. Can you take care of it while I enjoy this massage?”

I needed no further prompting. She was right. He was rock hard again and the way he’d been standing she’d well and truly have felt it. I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed she hadn’t decided to do it herself.

I crawled over between the two; nestled his balls in my hand and started by licking his length. I had it pressed against his tummy there wasn’t room to have it horizontal but I’m not sure he cared, his mind occupied with groping his mother’s tits.

I administered to it for what seemed ages. He’d already cum twice or was it thrice? So I wasn’t surprised but eventually I heard his breathing change. So did Lizzie. “Can’t miss this,” she announced and spun herself around moving enough for me to bring his dick down. I knew what she wanted. I moved aside so his cock was inches from her face and increased my wanking. Lizzie opened her mouth. I grabbed one of her tits. John exploded. On target. Most of his cum disappearing into Lizzie's mouth. A small amount scattered over her face.

“Mine!” a voice announced. I’d almost forgotten he was there. Chris stood over me bent forward kissed his wife and licked her clean. John collapsed back in his chair.

My oh my.

In some ways, the evening had been very ‘vanilla’. No kinky sex. No BDSM. No anal. No pissing. But on another level, I stick by my opening sentence. It had been Deviant. Kinky. Perverted. Unnatural. Freakish. Depraved. Twisted.

Gorgeously so.

Personally, I wouldn’t have changed a minute. I hoped in the morning everyone else would feel the same.

I stayed the night.

Whose bed?

Stay tuned to find out.

Author’s note: Medium has changed the way they calculate the amount they pay us authors for what we post. I’m hardly a J K Rowling but what I did earn kept me in new knickers. Now those earnings have dropped to 10% of what they had been. (To 10%, not by 10%) And we were told it was for our benefit! I don’t like being ripped off, but will for the time being keep posting to see if I can recover those few £s. So please, please if you have enjoyed this little blog, do clap and/or leave a comment. It helps the little algorithm thingy think I’m human. XXX