Country Life Ch 10 Conclusion

"I might have known, you two fucking as usual!" she spat. "And all this after I set you up, mother, you whore."

"And as for you Peter, well, mother has told me about your 'arrangement' and what you get up to. So I am here to see for myself."

Sophie shed her long black leather overcoat, unzipped her black leather boots and slipped out of her bright red knee-length dress. She came up to me clad only in her bra, panties and stockings and pushed me back on to the bed. She grabbed a pair of plastic handcuffs from the sideboard and, kneeling across my chest fixed my wrists to the headboard almost before I realized what was happening.

Then she rolled off the bed and grabbed her mother by her ponytail, pulling Em's head back and roughly shoving a ballgag in her mouth. Since her arms were still in the armbinder, Em could do nothing even if she wanted to. Sophie rolled her mother on to the bed and pulled her legs up near her ass and attached a short rope from her ankle tie to the armbinder, hogtying her.

"That will keep you out of trouble, bitch, until I have looked after Peter here" Sophie spat, as she slapped her mother's breasts and twisted her nipples. As a final nastiness she attached nipple clamps and tightened them tightly.

"And now for you Petey, you bastard" she smiled as she readjusted her pose, kneeling over my chest. "Mother has been telling me all about your goings-on and I've been very patient with you both. But now it's time for ME."

"Well" I replied, "you did say you were going off after somebody who could keep you in the style you knew I couldn't. And your mother was in need."

"Shut up Peter!" she spat "I know what I said and you shouldn't have listened to me. You should have known that I wasn't going to give you up completely. I wanted mother to 'keep you warm' for me, and she has done this too damned well.'

"And I have chosen the man I am going to marry, in fact I just jerked him off earlier this afternoon and he asked me to marry him. Jeremy is an officer in daddy's regiment so I am doing everything right. Ha!"

"But I need more of a man from time to time: and that is you, you bastard!"

So saying Sophie leaned over me and kissed me - then bit my lower lip, enough to make it bleed. Then she gripped my nipples and twisted them viciously.

This was going to be a difficult time.

Sophie put her legs over the side of the bed and slid her panties off and shrugged off the shelf bra. Then she climbed back on my chest with her knees over my shoulders and her pussy an inch from my mouth.

"Come on you bastard, get to work. If you can't make me cum I'm going to work on your cock, and you won't like it."

I got the message and started to work with my mouth, lips and tongue. Up and around for a start, laving her outer lips and along her slit, nibbling the fleshy areas and probing her depths with my tongue. She was much wetter than her mother and soon she was moving against me, rocking to and fro over my mouth and humming.

"I knew you were good Petey" she sighed "but I didn't know just how good and your time with mother has made you quite proficient. Just keep doing that -more, more - hmmm I'm almost ready to cum - yes, yes - ready to cum - oh, YES ... here I cum." And she squeezed my head with her thighs so I could hardly breathe, and came over my face. That was different from her mother!

I managed to rotate my head about half way and gulp some air while Sophie came down from her orgasm.

Gradually she began to relax. She slid down my body and kissed me deeply on my mouth, her tongue playing with mine, her hands wandering over my torso, then her lips kissing my throat, neck, chest.

"Mmmm, Petey, I'm not sure if I can manage with just Jeremy - he's OK, I mean he's really nice but quiet and I have to show and tell him what to do. Not like you Petey: I may have to keep you on the side! Oh, and by the way, Fiona says 'hi' and she misses you too."

I have to say, Sophie looked great. She looked like the cat who had just swallowed all the cream. Her body was in really good shape: her hips had matured and her breasts were still a B cup but she glowed with health. Perhaps the recent activity had something to do with it?

Finally she noticed her mother.

"Well, Mummy darling, I suppose we had better attend to you, hadn't we?" she said, "let me get Peter ready first."

What did she mean by that?

I was about to find out.

First Sophie got up, walked to the side table, picked up a foil envelope and after jerking me to an active state, rolled the condom on to me. Then she picked up a thick rubber ring and slowly rolled it down my cock until it was up against my balls. Finally she wound a Velcro tape around my balls. I was incredibly hard: I could drill into a tin can! ... AND I would stay hard for some time.

Then she walked around the bed and raised her mother on to her knees: Em could do nothing but shake her head. She knew what Sophie had in mind, like before. Sophie pulled her mother over my hips with Em resting on her knees and my imprisoned cock flat against her fanny.

Sophie stood behind her mother and pulled her high enough for my cock to spring up then Sophie guided the missile into her mother's vagina.

Em looked at me, pleading silently, then closed her eyes and slowly relaxed on to my cock, an inch at a time. I was so hard.

"OK, Mummy darling, let's see some action; let's see you work the way you do when I'm not here, bitch!"

Sophie reached forward and pulled off the nipple clamps: Em silently screamed into the ballgag.

I was beginning to respond though being so turgid I was having difficulty doing anything other than a gentle vertical while Em raised herself maybe a couple of inches. I was ready to cum ... but couldn't.

Sophie picked up a small tawse and began swishing on her mother's tits.

"Come on, bitch, let's see you work at it" and she flicked the tawse rhythmically from tit to tit.

Em was close to coming, I could tell. Her body began to stiffen and her head rolled back, and her breathing became shallow. Then her vaginal muscles clamped down on me and she came with a long moan. Finally she fell off me and rolled on to her side. Sophie quickly pulled out the ballgag and released her hogtie, covering her with a blanket.

"I think she is OK with the armbinder staying on; she seems to like that", Sophie said to herself.

"No, I think you should go home, mother. I'll be home later and I 'll deal with you then. Bitch. Be ready for me!"

"And what shall we do about that nice erection, you naughty boy" Sophie cooed as she clambered over the bed towards me.

"You have leaked a bit, Petey, so I think I had better change you,"

So saying she rolled one condom off me and replaced it with a new one.

Sophie started to stroke me and in no time I was hard with the rubber ring at the base of my cock. She lay alongside me on one elbow with her head on the palm of her hand, her face a few inches from mine. The free hand was gently stroking me, then stopping, edging me closer.

I didn't need much stimulus and I knew I couldn't last long. I think Sophie realized this and knelt over my hips, running my cock along her slit. She held it upright and inserted the mushroom into the entrance: it felt good, much tighter than her mother and very slippery.

Gradually Sophie lowered herself down onto me, one inch at a time, over a minute or so. She was so tight that I couldn't move. She closed her eyes and leaned back breathing deeply. Then she started to rise up, just an inch or so, and slide back, her muscles partly relaxing. I could have helped her but I had that damned thick rubber ring on me, preventing me from coming. So I decided to let her go at her own pace, barely moving while she slowly let more of me out of her and back down. She reached up to her nipples and fingered them, gently twisting, her eyes still closed. After 4 or 5 minutes Sophie opened her eyes and leaned forward looking me in the eye.

"OK, you bastard" she said, smiling, "lets see what you can do with an active participant!" And with that she started to ride me, leaning forward and giving me deep strokes. After a short while I couldn't help but become involved with the action, I started to raise my backside to lengthen the stroke and hold Sophie up in the air. Our pelvic regions came together and I could feel I was at the end of her vagina. She stiffened and leaned back: a mini-cum, but she continued to rock me, waiting for more.

"You know Soph, I can't do much more with this ring on. I think you will enjoy it so much more when I can really take part" I whispered, trying to sound convincing.

"OK, Petey, but you had better not come too soon or I will be very angry" she retorted and lifting herself off me she rolled the o-ring from the base of my cock dropped it on the floor and undid the Velcro strap.

Then she clambered back on and proceeded to ride me with increased vigor. I twisted my body around as much as I could, given my arms were still above my head, but I was able to change the angle of thrust and cause some changes in my partner's action. We continued gentle thrusts for several minutes feeling each other and gradually increasing pressure between us. I had to think of biochemical reactions to prevent premature eruption. Then she lay back langorously and gave a series of short deep movements. Sophie then rotated without releasing me to face my feet 'reverse-cowgirl' style: this produced a completely new set of contacts between us and I almost came on the spot. After a minute or two in this position I could tell Sophie was close: like her mother, her breathing became a little faster and more shallow.

"Are you close Soph?" I asked. "Mmmm" she replied, twisting around to face me again. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled, she lifted herself high up till I was almost out of her. Then she dropped down and ground herself against me, squeezing my cock with ripples of vaginal muscles and whimpering as she fell against me. I poured into the condom.

The plastic handcuffs were released and I gingerly let my arms down to hold Sophie against my body. My shoulders hurt a bit but I could rotate them and the ache soon eased. Sophie lay with her head on my chest, her hair splayed out over me, her hand resting across my body. I pulled the comforter up over us. It felt good.

What I couldn't figure out was exactly how I felt about these two women: mother and daughter. So similar yet so different. So many questions running around in my head. All this and two sensual women.

In many ways it would be good to finish writing, defend the thesis and - assuming all went well - get off to Mill Hill, London for the next stage of my life.

"Peter?" said Sophie.

What? This sounds serious: what has happened to 'Petey'?

"Peter?" she repeated.

"Yes, Soph" I replied.

"Do you know you are the only man I have ever had sex with?"

I woke up in a hurry.

"Come on, Soph, you are pulling my leg!" I retorted. "What about all these stories about the college and your friends in Cheltenham, not to mention the goings-on in Oxford?"

"I managed to fake my way through all of that. I was keeping myself for one man, the man I fell for when we were 9 years old, when your mother taught us in that one-room school, and you used to tie me up playing Cowboys and Indians. Do you know how wet I got between my legs in those days?"

I let her talk.

"You were so quiet, so apparently uninterested: I had to start everything. Didn't you realize that?" In retrospect it all made sense, all that time in the stables and with her friends.

"What about this Jeremy guy?"

"Yes, well I knew what was expected of me and Jeremy was the right guy at the right time. Mummy and Daddy and Mark and I have to have some security, and that is Jeremy. So, yes I gave him a blow-job and I masturbated him: but that was it!"

"My life will change when you go off to London and leave Mummy, and I leave GCHQ and Cheltenham to get married. It has always been this way and I am prepared for this."

"But Soph, why are you telling me this?"

"Because, darling Peter, I want you to make love to me, just once, before our lives go in different directions. And this seems to me to be the best opportunity for me."

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I reached down and kissed those moist eyes. Then I kissed those lovely lips. Then I rolled her on to her back and started to kiss down her neck and on to her body.

How could I have been so dumb? Here was the most beautiful girl in the world, and she was in love with me. I couldn't believe it. As I kissed her breasts she let her fingertips run up and down my cock: I no time I was erect and ready. I must slow down and make sure she enjoys this, she must come before me.

Her eyes were closed as I moved down between her thighs and her hands moved up to her nipples. I started my worship of her outer lips, then her inner sanctum, up and down, then finally sucking on her clit. All of this timed with the responses of her body so that at the end, her hands pulled my head firmly in place and she came. Her knees rose up alongside my head and her body shuddered, her backside rising off the mattress.

"I need you inside me, now, Petey" she whispered.

I reached for a Featherlight and rolled it on smoothly. She grasped it with one hand and placed it at the entrance. She was so wet I slid in without effort, and stayed fully engaged as she held me there tightly, her legs wrapping around my thighs. She shuddered, then came, whimpering.

"Oh Petey, just stay there for a minute."

I was close to coming myself but I knew I had to be patient. She moved just a little and I could feel the friction there at the end of the stroke. She came again. I tried to relax: no chance! I tried to think about a missed rugby tackle, chemical reactions, anything to stop the headlong rush to completion. Concentrate, man! I began to move, slowly, just an inch at a time. She was so tight, it was as if the walls were closing in on me, yet she was sticky and I could feel a partial vacuum holding me in. Her legs tightened around my thighs and I raised myself a little more, to give a deeper stroke, leaning forward to apply pressure against her clit. That sent Sophie off again.

I became more animated and started pumping vigorously. I reached up to her breasts and took a nipple between finger and thumb, rolling each gently. She opened her eyes wide and raised her hips off the bed. I reached the end of a stroke and warned her of my impending release.

Just before I came I put my hands under her backside and pulled our hips together. What a feeling!

I looked up towards the ceiling then down towards her. She was flushed and her eyes were almost slits; she had a contented smile on her face.

"Wonderful, Petey. Magic."

"Can you just stay in me and lie down beside me, darling?"

She snuggled up to my chest and our eyes closed. The world had changed. After a while Sophie slid off the bed.

"I suppose I had better drive home and deal with mother. Don't worry Petey, the 'bitch' comments and mild bondage play are just that: play. Mother knows I would never really hurt her but she does get off on this - as you know - and it keeps her sane. I often wonder what her life was like for the first few years of marriage with Dad. It must have been really hard for her; needing firm discipline and unable to get it at home. I wonder if she strayed?"

"And rest assured Petey, you and I will meet up again. I need you."

With that she dressed in a hurry, gave me a peck on the cheek, and rushed off. I looked around the flat, taking in the lifestyle I had becomes used to in the last few months. It had been an eye-opener: a great learning experience.

Not long now before the thesis is complete, papers finished and submitted (though the adjudication process often took months), and the thesis exam completed.

Then, as Dad would say 'Up To Smoke' - London - and the new position.