WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically.
Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong theme of taboo family relationships and adultery which some readers may find disturbing and might wish to cease reading now...
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Chapter Two - My Wife, Her Mother and The Seven Sisters
My dreams that night were muddled and highly erotic cinematic scenes of being seduced and repeatedly fucked by beautiful identical twins, except that they were not twins, they were my gorgeous wife and her equally fabulous mother. Their wonderful luscious bodies remained the same but their faces kept changing randomly.
In my frantic vivid dream I could not tell them apart and was unable to tell which of their hot and sensual bodies I was caressing and which of them were servicing my rigid prick. My conscious mind was trying to break into my dream world warning me that I was on the verge of having a wet dream for the first time in nearly thirty years so real was the fabulously erotic fantasy. One of my wonderful companions, my wife or my mother-in-law was giving me the most extraordinary blow-job ever, I could not tell which I could only feel the hot wetness of her mouth and the tightness of her lips around my prick and the sensual tickling of her long blonde hair which was spread in a cascade of silkiness across my stomach and thighs.
The urgency of my need to ejaculate dragged me into the conscious world, my eyes cracked open and acknowledged the early morning light filtering in through the half opened bedroom curtains. I really did not want to wake. I did not want that sensuous, erotic dream to end... and it didn't. It was no longer a dream, it was real. The hot wet mouth enclosing and sucking gently on my prick was real, the feathery coverlet of blonde hair across my loins was real as was the top of the blonde head which I could see and feel bobbing up and down my throbbing erection.
For a moment I was totally confused and disorientated. It took a few seconds for me to realise that I was naked on Chrissy's bed, in her bedroom in the family home, surrounded by all her childhood memorabilia and shelves of medical books and journals.
Naked was no shock. I have always slept in the nude since leaving boarding school where all boys were required to wear sensible pyjamas at night and it was mandatory to always don a dressing gown if leaving their dormitories or rooms. The rule had been installed in 1939 following a night-time incident involving several naked boys and the school matron in the senior common room. The boys appear to have come away from the event deliriously happy, the matron content and smiling and no real harm was done, but the story inevitably leaked and complaints were received from parents... well mothers at any rate. It was probably inevitable that one of the lads involved, probably the ring leader, was my infamous uncle Frederick Felix, already gaining a reputation for disgraceful antics at a tender age. I had hated those naff pyjamas and couldn't wait for the freedom to dress or go naked as I pleased night or day.
Bloody hell! I could see the top of that blonde head, the silken spread of her tresses and a smooth expanse of white skin nestled between my open legs and rounded firm buttocks draped over the end of the bed. In my semi-waking state I really could not distinguish if this was Chrissy or her mother and frankly my prick didn't care a flying fuck.
To my utter dismay the warmth withdrew from around my manhood and she raised her face with a shake of her head causing her golden tresses to fan out and float down to settle in a sleek cowl around her face and shoulders.
"Good morning sleepy-head..." Chrissy smiled. Her lips were slightly pink from the massaging they had given my prick, her eyes were sparking with fun and her voice full of mischief. "This 'pleasure-monster' has been keeping me company whilst you have been snoring your bloody head off..."
I had no objections to that...I just silently prayed that I had not been talking in my sleep and calling out for the wrong woman. I have always been very meticulous about remembering girl's names, but I did fuck-up once whilst making love to a fellow Cambridge student and nearly got myself castrated when my fiery Brazilian bed fellow took violent exception to being called by the wrong name. I remember name her now...Bianca Costa a name indelibly imprinted on my memory.
Chrissy's small delicate hand encircled my still rock hard morning erection and start of move up and down the length and then she resumed her supine position between my legs and I felt her mouth close around the end of my tool the tip of her tongue lightly caressing my penis cap, My already throbbing member sprang to full erection forcing the head deeper into her hot mouth and I started to groan softly and rested my hands on the top of her head as I pushed forward slightly trying to thrust further into her mouth but she held me back and just gently ran her tongue around my penis cap and flicked the tip of her tongue into the highly sensitive eye of the snake. I thought that I was going to explode, and remember thinking that I should warn her but she seemed to anticipate my readiness and pulled back.
"Oh no, my darling... Not before breakfast!" She chuckled and wriggled up my body until her soft open pussy was poised over the tip of my prick and used her fist to guide the throbbing glans to the opening of her vagina slithering wetly through the moist warm lips of her swollen labia. With a single violent thrust she impaled herself hard onto the full length of my erection causing us both to gasp with the unexpected surge of pleasure. My prick felt swollen and hard beyond endurance and so enlarged that I was sure I was filling her all the way up to her throat.
"Oh Fuck! Chrissy... That is wonderful..." I gasped and started to move inside her with small upward thrusts causing the head of my penis to throb and tingle with every push.
"This is for not coming to bed and fucking me to sleep last night..." She growled and commenced bouncing up and down energetically on my prick.
Bloody Hell! But she was fucking me! And it was fabulous! I was still half asleep and was happy to let her take the lead and do all the work, what is the point of having a young, energetic and over sexed wife if you can't take the odd morning off to just lay back and enjoy her. It was a wonderful way to awake and start the day but as the pleasure increased so did my need to participate fully in our lovemaking.
I ran my hands up and down her silk skinned back, gently squeezed her buttocks and then brought both hands sliding upwards to cup her beautiful rounded breasts so like her mother's and thumbed her nipples until they were hard hot little nubs. Chrissy's teats always became engorged incredibly quickly and stood out prominently like a child's fingertip I would guess that they were slightly longer then Margot's but otherwise the tits of mother and daughter felt and looked exactly the same.
I could wait no longer and started to plough into her my upward thrusts lifting her off of the mattress and she leaned backwards her hands on my thighs behind her to achieve the maximum penetration. Chrissy let out a deep, satisfied, throaty moan as I thrust hard deep into her hot, wet love tunnel, already flooded with the sex juices from her arousal. and then slowly lowered herself down impaling herself even further onto my erection and started to rotate and swivel her hips, pussy-wanking me.
