The months passed with Sue living in their home when Helen was away on business trips. Sue often came home from work and prepared her lovers' meals, so they could study. Chris and Jill maintained their marks, and with Sue's help, had time to love each other. The nights were filled with cries of passion, the taste of sex and the shudder of orgasm. Life was sweet and they fell into a pattern that would almost lead to their down fall. Helen remained unaware of Sue's attachment to her children. Helen knew the children loved Sue and they blossomed under her guidance; their marks were excellent. Helen felt able to concentrate on her work. Everything went smoothly until one night when Helen was in Boston. The gentleman she was to meet was hospitalized suddenly and the meeting canceled. Luckily, she found a flight home that would have her in her own bed by eleven o'clock. When Helen walked in the door, the house was in darkness. She flicked on the kitchen light and found the kitchen immaculate. She was pleased the children were keeping the place so tidy while she was away. Helen moved through the house quietly. She didn't want to disturb the children for she knew they had school the next morning. As she headed up the stairs, she heard moans coming from her son's bedroom. Worried, Helen moved to investigate.
Through the open door, in the light coming from the street lamp she saw Chris Sr., nude and thrusting into a woman. She was about to charge into the room when she realized it couldn't possibly be her husband. It was Chris Jr. screwing some woman in her house. Her thoughts raced. 'Bloody damn! I'm going to do something about this.' Then, the light fell on Sue's face. Helen was shocked by the revelation; Chris Jr. was making love to a woman her own age. Frozen, unbidden pictures of her own body beneath his came to mind. Helen understood that seeing her son, who looked so much like his father, in the act of love brought back the sweet memories of her husband and their nights of love. She stood in the doorway watching. Instead of mounting anger, passion was her dominant emotion. Helen lifted her skirt, feeling through the gusset of her panties the copious amounts of viscous fluid she produced.
The children's saving grace was the call of nature Jill had answered just moments before Helen's arrival upstairs. That call, not even passion can long disallow. Jill was in the bathroom sitting on the toilet with the door open when her mother came up the stairs. Jill watched as her mother silently lifted her skirt. If her mother stayed focused on the scene before her, Jill could easily sneak to her room. For now, Jill didn't move. Instead, she watched Helen watch Chris. Sue's moans and the bucking of her hips lent visual clues to the cause of Helen's mounting passion. Helen unfastened the buttons on the front of her dress and stood with her bra and panties exposed.
As Helen watched, the couple before her stopped and to her surprise, Chris turned around and lay down on his back. Chris' cock was rampant. Sue rolled on top of Chris taking his engorged cock in her hand as her mouth descended on it. Chris' head was clearly between Sue's legs. Although Helen couldn't see, she could imagine the hot sweetness of male tongue on her own highly aroused sex. Helen eased one of her breasts out of its cup rolling the swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slid into her panties; her middle finger slid over her clitoris as it entered her body. Helen could see her son's hands gripping Sue's ass as Sue worked it against Chris' face. Watching the lovers, Helen replaced one finger with two fingers then three.
Jill put her own fingers into her snatch coating them in her juices and watching her mother's hand increase speed. Suddenly, Helen stopped, hooked her fingers into the waistline of her panties and brought them to her knees. Then, her hands resumed their pleasuring. Still unsatisfied, Helen bent, took her panties off and kicked them across the hall with one foot. Jill, still stroking herself, soon fell into a gut wrenching orgasm as she watched her mother watch her brother. Legs now spread wide, Helen stood with three fingers dancing in her pussy. Her hips thrust on her fingers in time with Sue's hips. Suddenly, Helen came with her teeth clamped shut stifling the cries she wanted to emit. As soon as she regained her senses, Helen took her hand from her pussy and rushed to her room grabbing the panties from the floor as she passed. Helen closed the door softly.
Jill hurried to her brother's bed but paused as she recognized Chris and Sue were about to achieve orgasm. She stood and watched as their bodies shook with release, loving them in their bliss. The moment they were finished, Jill rushed to speak. The fact their mother was in the house was quickly assimilated and plans discussed. They understood they had been extremely lucky. Had Jill been in bed with them as she had moments before their mother arrived, they were sure their mother would have exploded on the spot. As it was, they remained in a sticky situation. Helen knew Sue was in the house. They couldn't simply sneak Sue home. They decided Sue would stay and serve breakfast just as she had every other morning. If Helen wanted to bring up the issue of Sue having sex with Chris, they'd fight that battle when it came.
That morning, Sue rose early. When Helen came down for breakfast, Sue served her as well. Nothing was said. Everyone welcomed Helen home and expressed surprise she was home so early. Helen simply explained the sudden illness in Boston and nothing more was said. After pleasuring herself several more times with the thoughts of her son and Sue, Helen had thought about the situation last night. Their erotic coupling had brought forth thoughts of her own desires for her son. Helen realized it would be a case of do as I say not as I think. Helen had put away any thoughts of an incestuous relationship with Chris Jr. However, his close resemblance to his father made it difficult to differentiate between the two of them. She wished she could be as lucky as Sue to find some young thing to service her, but realized she was a woman in hardware and had no time for such dalliances.
As the days passed, Helen had greater and greater need for sexual release. She watched Chris Jr. and was constantly reminded of his dad. Finally, on the way home Helen stopped at a hardware store much different than the one for which she worked. That night, she brought out the dildo she had purchased. Hardware indeed. Deliberately, she stripped and lay spread-eagle on the bed. The dildo was not very long, but she had purchased the one with the largest girth. Helen wanted to feel full when she fucked herself. That's how she felt about it. This tool was going to provide her with her first fucking in a long time. First, she began to finger herself causing copious amounts of juice to flow, which she used to prepare her sex for the onslaught. Finally, she wet the head of the dildo and placed it between her outer folds centered on the mouth between the inner lips.
Gently at first, Helen pushed in the dildo. It immediately spread her cunt wide stretching her like she had not been since before her husband's death. Maybe the one she'd bought was too big. She persisted stretching herself until the pain stopped her. She withdrew the tool and pushed in again, attaining further penetration. She repeated this motion again and again until the tool was firmly planted in her twat. The pain of stretching and penetration had been exquisite. However, she dared not begin the vigorous motion of sex, until her body adjusted to the new tool. Instead, Helen fingered her clit with one hand while the other held the dildo in place. The remembrance of her son's rampant penis aided her and she enjoyed a massive orgasm based on the sensation of being so full, so stretched. Helen lay on the bed satiated, enjoying the fullness.
