Mum 2 by Fatman50

Mum 2 by Fatman50

True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Group Sex, Incest, Male / Older Female, Romance, Spanking, Teen Male / Female

I discover the pleasures of my Aunt and fall in love.
I sat in the back of the car watching my mother. I could only see the back of her head as she cuddled up to Uncle Bert, his arm stayed around her. Mum was giggling constantly which was something l had never heard her do before, it felt like l had come away with a completely different woman.

“Your mother likes to change gear when l drive,” Bert said, “she likes to hold the gear stick.”

“Yes both of them,” Mum giggled. Suddenly she dipped her head down into Bert’s lap, l heard him groan although l couldn’t see what she was doing. I saw him put his hand on the back of her head, pushing it down. My cock was rock hard, from the sounds she was making it was obvious what she was doing.

“Oh that’s good,” Bert said after a few moments, “take it Dot.”

I had heard Uncle Bert call her Dot before, l knew it annoyed my father who always insisted on calling her Dorothy.

Eventually Mum sat back up, she turned to face me just as l was getting my cock out. She smiled at me and l could see a trickle of cum in the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t waste it wanking baby,” she said, “you’re going to need it later.” She turned back, cuddling back into Uncle Bert.

We drove into the driveway of the house, it was the first time l had been to that house, l knew they had moved there a couple of years before, it looked to be a bigger house than ours and it was on the edge of town, surrounded by fields.

As we got out of the car l saw Bert doing up his trousers. I had put my cock away but l was still hard. Mum came over to me and kissed me, l could taste salt on her lips. “Oh this is going to be the best ever,” she said, resting her hand on the front of my trousers. I had never seen my mother so happy, she looked ten years younger and even looking at her, knowing what we’d done on the train and knowing what she’d done in the car, all of a sudden she had turned into the sexiest woman l had ever seen. She put her arm round me as we walked to the front door, giggling as she left her other hand on the front of my trousers. Uncle Bert followed with our suitcase.

The front door opened as we approached, my Aunty Eileen stood there smiling but it wasn’t her face that took the attention of my eyes. She was wearing a dress with a very deep v-neckline, l had always been fascinated by her large breasts but now it looked like if she moved too quickly they would fall out of her dress.

As we entered the house she embraced Mum, kissing her full on her mouth. She pulled away smiling, “Mmmmm, you taste of my husband,” she laughed.

“Sorry, l couldn’t resist it,” Mum giggled.

“And you young man,” Aunty Eileen turned to me, “my word you’ve grown,” she said, kissing me then putting her hands round the back of my head and pulling it down to her breasts. My face was pressed into the valley between her breast, they felt soft and warm and her perfume was sweet and strong. As she held me she moved my head to one side, l felt her dress move and l had her nipple in my mouth. It was big, it felt like a bottle cork, it was soft and rubbery and tasted of strawberries. I couldn’t resist sucking it.

“Oh you’re so lucky to have a son,” Eileen said, “l told you years ago you should start with him.”

“He was too young,” Mum replied, “l wanted to wait until he had left school.”

I raised my head from Eileen’s tit, looking over to my mother l saw that Bert had her dress open and was sucking on one of her tits.

“You must be grubby after your journey,” Eileen said, “why don’t you go up, shower and change. I’ve put you both in your usual room.”

Mum took me by the hand, l carried the suitcase and we went upstairs.

“Am l sleeping in here too?” I asked, looking around at the huge bedroom with a door to it’s own bathroom.

“You’re sleeping with me l hope,” Mum replied, “but l doubt if l’ll get much sleep judging by that,” she said, pointing to the bulge in my trousers.

She put the suitcase on the bed, took out all of my clothes then closed it up and slid it under the bed.

“What about your clothes?” I said.

“Oh l don’t wear any of that rubbish here,” she said, “l only pack it in case your father checks.”

She began undoing her dress then tossed it onto a chair, followed by her bra, stockings and suspenders belt.

“Come on, get undressed,” she said. I was transfixed watching her strip in front of me as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but it didn’t take long to catch up and then she led me through to the shower.

We bathed each other, she taking care of my cock and balls while l looked after her tits and cunt. Then we dried each other with one of the big fluffy towels hanging on a heated rail.

“This is some house,” l said.

“Yes,” Mum replied, “Bert has done very well for himself, worked his way up and now he is one of the bosses, l don’t know what he does but it involves moving money around the world. That’s why your father dislikes him, your Dad has never had any ambition and now he’s started drinking heavily he’ll never make anything of himself.”

“Why don’t you leave him Mum,” l said, “you are a different person here, laughing and giggling, you’re never like that at home.”

“Oh l love it here,” she replied, walking over to the wardrobe. “It’s so good to feel that l’m still desirable, and everything we do here is just about fun, nothing is serious. But l’ve invested too much time in what l have back home, your father may not have a marvellous job but he has security and a good pension when he retires.”

I watched as she ***********ed a dress, it was a pretty floral print with thin shoulder straps. She put in on over her head, the material was so thin it was almost see through, the dark patch of her pubic hair was clearly visible and where the material clung to her tits, her areoles and nipples were as well. The skirt came down to mid thigh. She saw the expression on my face as l looked at her, l couldn’t believe this was my mother in front of me, she was a totally different woman.

“Your father would never let me wear something like this,” she said.

“But surely you don’t wear it out side,” l said.

“I did last summer,” she replied, “we went to the seaside, it was such a thrill to see men staring at me, of course l had to wear panties but this was still faintly visible,” she said patting her pubic area. “Of course, if Bert had his way l would have it shaved off, he hates body hair, l’ve always said l couldn’t take the risk if your father saw it, but he hasn’t seen me naked for a few years now and l doubt if he would be interested enough to notice.”

I sat on the bed, staring at her. She came towards me, putting her hands either side of my face, looking down at me.

“I know it’s been a lot for you to take in,” she said. “The train ride was a bonus, l never expected us to have that sort of privacy but when l saw that carriage l knew l had to take the opportunity and you didn’t let me down baby,” she bent and kissed me, “the moment l felt your hand go under my skirt l knew we were going to have a wonderful time.”

“There’s just so much l don’t know Mum,” l said.

“I know baby,” she replied, “save it till later and l will answer all your questions, but for know let’s get you dressed and go downstairs and have some fun.”

“What do l have to wear?” I asked.

“That’s up to you baby, it’s only us females that have to dress like tarts,” she giggled. “It’s a beautiful day, we’ll probably eat in the garden.” She picked up a pair of shorts that she had packed. “Here, put these on,” she said, “if l know Eileen they won’t be on for long.”

“You mean she wants me to…..”

“Well l’m sure she’ll be mighty disappointed if you don’t fuck her,” she reached down taking hold of my erect cock. “You need to do something about this and l expect Bert will be fucking me, sorry babe, you can have me later.”

I put my shorts on, hoping that my erection would go down, l didn’t want to be going downstairs with my cock sticking out front. Mum had a final check of herself in the mirror, l saw her pinch her nipples to make them stand out even more than they were.

“Come on,” she said, “before l jump on you and have that hard on for myself.”

Uncle Bert was in the hall when we descended the stairs. Mum stood in front of him, pirouetting.

“Well, will l do?” She giggled.

As she had her back turned, Uncle Bert lifted the back of her skirt and gave her bottom a firm smack.

“Go and help your sister take the food out to the garden,” he said.

Mum giggled and trotted into the kitchen, her tits bouncing wildly.

“She’s a bit of a tart your mother,” he said to me, “how are you enjoying fucking her?”

“Well l….” I hesitated, “to be honest Uncle Bert it has all been so sudden, l have never seen Mum like this.”

“Oh l’m sure it’s come as a bit of a shock son,” he said, “and stop calling me Uncle. You’re mother is a different person here, l’m sorry son but your father doesn’t appreciate her.”

“I know,” l replied, “l’ve never liked the way he treats her, Dad and l don’t really get on, but l never thought about Mum like this, l never thought of her as….”

“Sexy?” Bert said.

“Yes, l suppose,” l said, “but it’s not just the sex, l’ve never seen her this happy, oh don’t get me wrong there have been good times but looking back they have been when it was just her and me together, not when Dad was included.”

“She loves you very much son,” he said, “that was why it took so long for us to convince her to start with you.”

Just then Aunty Eileen called through that the meal was ready so we went through the house and out into the garden.

I was surprised to see that the garden wasn’t as big as l expected. It was much bigger than ours but l had expected something spectacular. What was spectacular was the view. Miles of open countryside and woods stretched out over a valley. There was a patio with a low table and two chairs either side. The table was laid out with plates of sandwiches and snacks.

Bert and l sat on one side, Eileen was facing me and Mum was facing him. Eileen picked up the plate of sandwiches, leaning over the table to offer them to me. She was wearing a very short skirt and a loose top with a deep neckline. As she leaned over, the neckline drooped giving me a view of her tits swinging, l could see them all including her nipples.