Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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G'day gentle reader. If you're not familiar with these stories yet, I'll set the scene for ya. My name's Tim, typical aussie bloke in his 30's, wife and two kids. My best mates growing up were Andy Cooper and Noel Stone, and they were my neighbours on either side when I was growing up. Flash forward to a few years ago and we've all come home for Christmas. The wives and kids went off for a day and all us straight-as-arrows blokes turned out to be not that straight. Now once a year we do a bit of backyard cricket that turns into an all-fella fuck fest. Dads in lads and mates up mates and every which way. Once the day's done we put away the man lust and get back to regular life. Or so I thought...
I've been staying with the old man while my missis, my mum and my kids all went on a luxury cruise. So far it's been a pretty good week, bit of fun here and there, and yesterday dad's neighbours, Charlie and Kath, came home from holiday. Their son Andy, my mate, picked them up from the airport and ended up staying over at their place the night before. He and Charlie went off to play a few rounds of golf this morning and invited me and dad along. Unfortunately I had to drop dad in town to run a tonne of errands (including getting his car sorted) so we couldn't make it. I went back to dad's place for a bit to wait until he was done, and ran into Kath out the front.
I ended up going into Kath and Charlie's place for a cuppa. As Kath told me all about their holiday I couldn't help noticing how fit she was for her age. She'd had Andy at 19 and a lifetime of keeping active and taking care of herself had left her looking like she could be his sister, not his mum. She was lean, with shoulder-length brown hair. Her tits were a little on the small side but she had a big, round arse and the shapeliest legs. I found myself thinking about what it would be like to run my tongue up those legs.
"Tim, are you alright?" she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What? Yep! Uh..." I realised I had sprung a very visible hard-on through my shorts.
"...is that for me?" Kath asked mischievously after a moment of awkward silence.
"Um, take it as a compliment...?" I laughed nervously.
"Oh I'll take it." She replied, reaching out and caressing my stiffy through the fabric.
"Is- is this ok?" I was suddenly dry-throated and nervous. I mean, her other half had stuck his tongue up my backside, but that was just blokes experimenting. I knew very well what I was doing with another man's wife, and I wasn't so sure Charlie would be comfortable with it. Pretty sure my missis wouldn't be.
"Depends, can you keep a secret?" she asked, still rubbing me through my shorts. Beads of pre-cum were starting to stain the fabric.
I could definitely keep a secret...
A short time later we were in the master bedroom, naked, with Kath face-down on the bed, her beautiful arse sticking high in the air as I drove my hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. Her head was turned so I could see her as she moaned and looking at me. Occasionally her eyes would roll up in her head when I found a good spot. We were both so lost in lust we didn't hear the front door, or the footsteps on the stairs, or the bedroom door opening. We heard Charlie though.
"What the FUCK?!" he shouted. Charlie was a bit of a gruff, angry bloke anyway, but usually there was no real anger behind his tone. This time he was plenty pissed off though.
