A Loving Family

A tale of family bonding. All persons mentioned in this missive were aged eighteen years or more at the time of the events depicted.

It all started as a bit of a dare one early summer Sunday afternoon.

My mother, Sally Ward, is drop dead gorgeous. It took a long time before I actually realised it though. All of my buddies were well ahead of me in that respect and kept on telling me. I just put it down to teenage boys playing with their adolescent fantasies, a bit like the ones I played out in bed at night after watching some of my favourite downloaded movies. I began to notice more when my best mates seemed to be coming round to our house much more frequently and that we had become the preferred after school hangout. There were three regulars, Mike, Johnny and Ahmet. We were all in the same class, just finishing our final year before college. I was not at that time planning on leaving the area, I'd been offered a techie job involving database design and management that could mainly be done from home.

I started to pay more attention when I noticed that all three, and particularly Mike, were almost drooling every time my mum came into whatever room we were in. Their eyes followed her as she moved around, and the conversation dropped to almost nothing until she left. There was a noticeable sigh as she left and knowing glances were exchanged. Mike's barely audible comment of "I sure as hell would love to see that with no bra" raised a flag in my adolescent mind.

Sally was in her early forties and a single mum; our father having disappeared several years before to shack up with his male secretary. She had the occasional lover, but nothing lasted more than a few weeks with long gaps between.

Slim, almost willowy, with strong Scandinavian features Sally sported a head of thick long ash blonde hair that was just beginning to get flecks of grey highlights. A centre parting kept the bangs away from her face, showing her high cheeks and piercing deep blue eyes to their finest. Full wide lips covered a set of almost perfect white teeth. Her nose was pert and not overly large. She was fully proportioned with petite well-rounded breasts and beautifully proportioned buttocks. There was, however, not a trace of surplus fat despite her childbearing. She did work out and swam though not excessively. Her legs were long and slim from her thighs down to her elegant ankles. Her skin tone was a healthy pale, though she did tan well.

She regularly turned heads whenever she went out, something of which she was well aware but rarely responded to apart from the occasional flirtatious smile. Her clothes were obviously chosen to display her finest attributes but were suitably subtle and discrete as befitted an established member of the local church congregation. Several husbands found themselves being carefully shepherded by their wives when Sally made her appearances. The Pastor, Father Roberts paid particular attention despite his wife's stern looks and toe tapping. He was a good man overall, and it was a shame when he was discovered, trouser less, slaving over one of the younger married ladies spread face down across the altar table.

My younger sister Alice and I were born just under a year apart but because the way our birth dates fell for terms, we were in the same year group at school, something that she was constantly moaning about.

Alice was slightly more endomorphic than her mother. Medium height with breasts well-formed for her age though not excessively large. Her body shape was pretty classical with a slim waist and broad hips. Her legs were sturdy but not too large. Her pixielike face was surrounded by dark brown hair which she obviously inherited from her father. Not unattractive but not a stunning beauty either.

The 'Maison Ward' was a well-appointed detached property with average size garden deep in the English shires, an area often associated with aging persons of a reactionary disposition. In this case a fairly accurate description. High hedges surrounded our gardens providing a high degree of privacy. The most important feature, from my point of view, was the large hot tub. My father had installed the largest he could find shortly before he buggered off. We used it regularly as a family, with the movable glass cover making it usable in all weathers. I soon learned what the differences were between the male and female though it was mainly idle curiosity. Came in very handy when I brought my first girlfriend round for an evening. Sally and Alice were out at some church function, so Julie and I had space for some exploratory manoeuvres in the dark.

Massage

Part of the household ritual was for one or other of the kids to give their mother a neck massage in the evening. Not an onerous task by any means and I personally rather looked forward to it, more so now that I was older. She would sit on one of the high-backed bar stools with me standing behind. Usually, I started by stroking her long hair and gently pulled it back over her shoulders. This gave me full access to her neck and shoulders. My fingers began to massage her muscles along the top of her shoulders and then around the base of her neck. The skin was soft and firm. I became aware, really for the first time, that she was murmuring ever so softly as I worked at the flesh. I encountered her bra strap as I normally did, but this time Mike's comment sprang into my mind. I leaned further forward and gazed down to see the gentle lines of her breasts disappearing beneath the cover of her blouse. I felt a warmth in my crotch and noticed that my jeans were becoming much tighter. My fingers slid under the strap, something I had not done before, and continued kneading the warm pliant flesh. The sensation in my fingertips was subtly different now. She made a slightly louder sigh. I leaned closer.

"I hope you don't mind the guys coming round so much." I whispered quietly into her ear.

"Oh, don't be silly, of course I don't mind your friends. They're no trouble and it's nice to have all those hunky young men around the place."

"Hmm, all those hunky young men seem to rather like seeing you as well."

"Oh, don't be silly. Why would they like to see an old woman like me for heaven's sake?"

She giggled slightly and I noticed that she leaned further back towards me. I leaned slightly closer to her left ear.

"Well first you are not that old, second they all think you are rather tasty." I half whispered. She flinched ever so slightly as my warm breath caressed her ear lobes.

"What all of them? Well, that's just teenage males for you."

"Probably, though I reckon that you'll be in their thoughts for most of the evening."

Another giggle, this time a little louder and with just a hint of sensuousness.

"Yet more of the teenage male."

"Yeah, teenage males that certainly like what they are seeing. An old woman like you could certainly tease them badly if you wanted. One of the guys mentioned that he would like to see you braless."

"What only one of them? What about the other two?" She giggled.

"All four would like to see that."

She paused for a second or two as she mentally ticked off her fingers. I could see the faintest trace of a grin flash across her face.

"Really Paul? Well, that needs to be carefully thought about, doesn't it? I don't want angry parents accusing me of corrupting their young." She leaned her head back so that it rested on my shoulder. "Why have you stopped?"

My hands resumed working their way along her shoulders and down her upper arms. My fingers slid along her inner arms and then across to her back, following the line of her bra. The sighs increased. I worked at her shoulder blade, gently massaging the muscle with my thumbs. Feeling a little bolder and curious, I slowly moved the point of massage down across her torso and began to move round to the front. I had almost reached her breasts when her arms came down firmly trapping me and stopping any further move forward.

"I think that will be enough for tonight. Thank you very much."

I cursed silently, my fingertips tingling with anticipation. They were still tingling later that night when they relieved the pressure in my throbbing cock.

Showtime

The next afternoon the gang of three, well four actually, were duly treated to the glorious sight of my lovely mother walking into the room at coffee time, obviously braless under a relatively tight cotton shirt. The outfit was completed by a loose lightweight skirt and matching heels. Heels always showed off her legs to perfection. Today's pair were higher than usual and performed their task admirably. There was only the barest hint of makeup, a very pale lipstick and very light eyeliner. Her hair was free, as usual, with split bangs hanging to the front and rear. A single small gold cross hung on a short chain around her neck. The base rested just at the top of her cleavage.

I though Mike was going to cum in his jeans. We all looked at each other in stunned amazement.

Sally moved around the room carefully, and a little nervously at first, taking great care to appear totally indifferent while making damn sure that she had everyone's attention. No problem there. Her breasts jiggled invitingly under the thin cotton, with just the barest hint of nipple pushing the material forward. The nipples began to grow as she reacted to the testosterone laden pheromones now pouring out of her gang of admirers. She did very well to navigate the room without standing on a tongue or slipping in the drool. At one point I thought she was going to put her finger under Mike's chin and close his mouth for him.

Sally walked slowly past the brightly sunlit window creating a silhouette that left no doubts as to the lines of her body. The skirt, though loose and flowing clung slightly to her buttocks as she moved, showing the curves and cheek crack in all their glory. Her legs were clearly defined when she was back lit. I could hear subdued groans coming from the others and realised that I was also expressing my approval. My mother caught my eye briefly, gave the barest hint of a salacious grin, half winked and left the room.

There was a noticeable resumption of breathing followed by several seconds of complete silence. The ensuing conversation was fairly predictable.

The next time Sally returned she was obviously far more confident. Each of her avid admirers was treated to a little personal conversation accompanied by a cleavage display whenever she leaned forward to pass drinks or the odd snack and an arse wiggle when she moved on. The top buttons of the shirt had mysteriously become undone during her absence, and the gap provided excellent viewing of the firm, rounded orbs contained therein. The gold cross bounced in time to their movement. Her walk was much more assured and had gained just the slightest spring, producing a delightful bounce of firm flesh under the shirt. Her buttock cheeks moved deliciously. The hardness of her nipples was by now unmistakable to all but the most inattentive. Her overall gait and demeanour were now those of a self-assured woman who was beginning to thoroughly enjoy herself.

The stunned silence once again lasted for several seconds after she left.

Mike broke the spell as he gasped, "Bloody hell. You're one lucky, lucky bastard Paul. Fancy having that sight wandering around in front of you all day. I'd be constantly going to the bathroom to clean up. Those tits are just unbelievable, and did you see her arse?"

"And those nips, oh Lordy, I could suck those for hours." Croaked Johnny.

"Oh my god, that arse...... those legs..." wailed Ahmet.

"Guys, guys, that's my mother you're talking about." I managed to say with almost a straight face.

There was general nodding and murmurs of agreement. I must admit that I did see, really for the first time, what their excitement was about. My mother certainly was a tasty piece, and I could ogle her whenever I wanted.

Eventually the lads had enough for one day and reluctantly scurried off home, presumably to relieve themselves.

First day

I found Sally in the kitchen leaning back against the breakfast bar. Her elbows rested on the work top with her hands resting just on the edge, thus ensuring that the shirt was drawn tight making her boobs fully and clearly on display. Her hair was mostly tucked back over her shoulders, but the odd blonde wisp draped across the outside of her breasts. She seemed a little flushed with an air of excitement that I'd not seen before. The almost empty wine glass alongside her contained a last mouthful of red. Alcohol always makes her friendly. I noticed the almost smug, brief little smile before my attention was drawn inexorably downwards. There was no way that I was going to be able to ignore that sight for long. I feasted for several seconds. A slight shake of her torso sent little ripples through her breasts making the nipples move noticeably under the material. There was no way that had been accidental. I made a low appreciative whistle and felt my cock beginning to stiffen.

"Well," She began in a slightly trembling voice, "did that suite the young men? Is that what they were expecting?"

"Er, yes you could say that. That's certainly what they wanted, though I doubt anyone expected a performance at quite that level. Full marks mum. You've certainly given them an awful lot to think about when they get home tonight."

"Oh, I thought that was the idea. How about you? Not too ashamed of your old mother then?"

I looked up into those startling blue eyes and moved slowly towards her. Her arms relaxed on the bar, opening up the view even further.

"I'm most certainly not ashamed of my gorgeous mother. All the guys are very impressed with Mrs Ward and her performance. They all want a repeat."

There was a slight giggle. I moved a little closer, keeping full eye contact. Slowly I moved my hands so that backs of both my middle fingers made just the barest contact with the tip of her proud nipples. She shivered and briefly closed her eyes before opening them wide as she realised what was happening.

I needed to get her attention away from what my hands were starting to do. "Oh yes. They all have a long list of things they'd love to do. Each has their favourite you know." I said softly.

"Well best you tell me then, just so I know how to please."

I thought I detected a slight slurring.

"I reckon you know how to tease alright, but for the avoidance of all doubt let's get to the dirty truth."

She giggled again which developed into a playful yip as my middle and index fingers parted and then closed around each of her nipples. Still holding eye contact I began to squeeze them, gently pulling and twisting. There was an audible gasp as she sucked through clenched teeth. There was no attempt to stop me.

"To start with, and in no particular order, Johnny is seriously impressed with your nipples."

My hands turned and began to cup her breasts. Fingers traced the curves and stroked the underside along the chest wall. My thumbs found and circled round her hardening nipples. I worked my fingers into the centre and slowly began to undo the shirt, pausing to stroke the soft skin as each button brought more of her into play.

She began to moan softly as my fingertips dug gently into the soft flesh. My nails are not long but just enough to lightly scratch the surface as I pulled at her. The last button surrendered, and the shirt lay fully open to my gaze and excited hands. There was no resistance. I looked up to see a contented face with closed eyes. The tip of her tongue was running along the inside of her slightly opened mouth. Her breathing was now deeper and more sporadic.

"Mike gets off watching your tits, especially when they move. He likes the bounce." She wriggled slightly. "Yeah, just like that."

I leaned in. My lips enclosed her left nipple and drew it into my mouth. There was a sharp gasp as I sucked the hard flesh deep into my mouth and began to explore the tip with my eager tongue. Her groans increased in volume as my tongue worked its way around the hard little stalk and across the tip. I could feel every line and bump. My lips masticated away at the root as I sucked her deeper into my mouth. I tickled the tip one more time and then rapidly switched to the other. There was a sharp cry as her succulent flesh was drawn in. I felt hands on the back of my head pulling me harder into the softness of her breast. Long, pointed nails dug into my scalp as impatient fingers pulled and tugged at my hair. My left hand sought and rapidly found the other breast. I wasted no time with fingers commencing their work teasing the hard lump between index finger and thumb.

My right hand slid down over her firm belly until it encountered the waist band of her skirt. A couple of seconds was all that was required for the catch to yield. Sally lifted her arse away from the bar to free skirt. Gravity, after a little encouragement, performed its familiar role and carried the material down to the ground with a gentle swish. As I had thought, there were no panties or anything else to encumber my progress to the well-tended little bushy patch. I felt her legs move apart enough for my hand to glide over the furry mound and into the very damp valley between soft pussy lips. A sharp cry greeted its passage between soft thighs. I began to run my fingers over her slit, fingers making rotational movement across the entrance to the tunnel, pushing a little deeper each time round. She was incredibly wet. I wondered whether she had been playing with herself before I came in. I found out later that she was so turned on by the lecherous looks that she couldn't resist a frigging session after leaving the room.

A loud groan and a rapid trembling made me look up to see my mother's neck and head arched hard back, a mass of almost white hair cascading down to the bar top. Her mouth was wide open and emitting what had now become a low, almost animal growl. My fingers found the entrance to her pussy tunnel and entered, my thumb pushing the lips aside. My thumb worked forward until it found the hard lump of her clit and began a circular motion. The growl became deeper and much louder. My fingers, now well inside my mother's pussy began searching for the sensitive G-spot. A sudden strong contraction around my fingers accompanied by a loud scream signalled that I was probably there. Trying to be a gentleman and dutiful son, I continued.

The pressure in my jeans was getting serious. I moved my left hand down to undo the buckle. The pressure from within forced the zipper apart and the released material soon joined Sally's skirt on the floor. A quick yank and my underwear rapidly followed with only the slightest wriggle of my bum to help. I grasped my engorged tool and moved towards to the writhing, groaning woman that had once been my mother. Placing my thumb on the cock head I pushed it down until it made contact with the palm of my right hand. Her wetness had now run out to make my hand slippery enough to provide little resistance to my surging cock. I pushed with my thumb still pressing down until the head found and then entered the yielding tunnel. There was a much louder cry as I pushed deeper. I felt almost no resistance. The cry became a scream. I continued pushing until the full length was in. I had fucked my girlfriends many times, but this was something else. The flesh yielded to me then reacted by squeezing back against me. There seemed to be nothing wrong with Sally's pelvic floor. I withdrew slightly and then plunged back in. I felt her thigh part further and hooking my arms under her knees, I pulled her lovely long legs up first to my elbows and then up to my shoulders. I grabbed hold of the work top to steady myself and provide some leverage.

I paused briefly to catch my breath before starting to fuck her. And I do mean fuck her. Within seconds I was pounding away at my mother's soft but very firm pussy. I slid in and out of the tunnel with perfect ease. Her muscle walls gripped me and applied pressure. Her breasts bounced in time to my thrusts sending ripples of flesh across and around the beautiful orbs. I was transfixed. She began writhing under me and her arse twerked and ground back against my thrusts.