All Around the House

My own preference has always been for shorter/maximum two-page stories, so it would seem likely that those of you who most regularly read my offerings might prefer them that way too? If that includes you, then don't worry: This story is a collection of seven vignettes centred upon an ordinary family living in the west of Scotland; read them all at once, or one at a time... Just the way they were written.

1. Misidentified in the hallway:

My sister Roma along with her husband Craig and their three grown children, Alistair, Megan and Angus live in a small cottage overlooking Loch Fyne in Scotland. It was a semi-derelict when Roma and Craig bought it just before they got married, but after three years of hard work and basic living conditions, it was and still remains, gorgeous.

Once three children had arrived the cottage was really too small, but despite some astronomical offers over the years, the whole family agreed that it wasn't for sale. For the most part they're not quite so overcrowded nowadays, Alistair and Megan are already at university, while Angus has recently turned eighteen and will be off to uni too in a few months time, but on that day he was still at school.

When my own husband -- another Alistair -- had died in a road accident eighteen months ago, I moved into an apartment in Inveraray; my own kids having already flown the nest. On that afternoon I was helping Roma redecorate their hallway; that task being easier to do now before the elder two kids came home on vacation in two days time and while Craig was at work and Angus in school.

I was up a step ladder, wearing an old tee-shirt and some rather baggy shorts of Roma's and with a headscarf to protect my hair as I painted the ceiling, when I heard a car pull-up outside. With a quick glance I saw that it was only Craig's yellow and purple pick-up truck, so I continued to paint and was engrossed in that as he came through the door behind me.

"Hi babe, how's it going? I saw your sister's car pulling out of the lane end as I was approaching has she already knocked-off for today?"

Craig clearly thought it was Roma on the stepladder. My younger sister and I are very much peas from the same pod, tallish, slim redheads; though nowadays I'm a little slimmer than she and my hair's not quite so vibrant. It was Roma driving my car that Craig had seen; she was heading into Inveraray for some more paint and two rolls of masking-tape.

I was putting my brush safely atop the paint tin -- thankfully that was secured to the ladder -- and about to set Craig straight, when I felt his hand settle on my naked leg, just above my left knee. Rather than voicing the explanation I'd intended, I issued a small yelp and in the same moment my paintbrush slipped from my fingers and fell into the paint tin.

A heavy gasp followed -- my lungs needed to refill before I could speak -- during which Craig's work-hardened fingers slid up the inside of my thigh and beneath my shorts to brush against my panties. My breath escaped once more, along with a bestial groan while Craig's hand slipped south again; then it was a second heavy gasp which accompanied Craig's second intrusion beneath my shorts.

On reaching my panties for a second time Craig's touch was rather more forceful; perhaps encouraged, by those sounds that I'd been making? Craig's index finger pushed the gusset of my panties to one side and a moment later he'd thrust a finger deep inside me; it penetrated easily... How the hell had I got so wet that quickly?

That intrusion drew another bestial groan and yet again my power of speech went with it. Craig was the one who spoke, his middle finger twisting and writhing inside my pussy as he did so. "How about we go up to bed for an hour? It's been ages and we'll have a house-full again by the weekend, after that it'll be weeks before we get the chance of a no-holds-barred fuck session."

Besides stealing my breath and voice, Craig's words and that still active finger also stole the strength from my legs. Those began to wobble and a few seconds later I fell from my perch with a squeal; fortunately Craig sensed my overbalancing and grabbed me before I crashed to the floor. While catching me Craig's finger drove even deeper into my pussy; that fall also dislodged my headscarf.

Craig and I were now face to face, inches apart and the changing expression on his face suggested that I no longer needed to correct him about his identification error. Craig's right hand remained inside my pants, his finger deep inside my pussy, he'd clearly forgotten about that in his discombobulation; would things have been different if he hadn't? My suspicion is no... I was too far gone by then.

"Oh God... Oh Jesus Christ Heather; I didn't mean to... I thought you were Roma; please don't tell her what I did, she'll bloody kill me." That was the moment when Craig belatedly recalled where his right hand was wedged, he looked down at it for a second before moving to pull it free.

That second was all the time I needed, my thighs clenched tight around Craig's hand and to reinforce my intent I grabbed hold of his wrist too. "Don't you dare Craig Baxter. If you want my silence you'll have to earn it... You're not the only one who's in need of a no-holds-barred fuck session."

Craig's mouth dropped open as he stared at me; though I also noted that he was no longer trying to pull that hand free from between my legs, in fact it felt as if he pressed it forward again. "You... I... You want to... To... Where the hell's Roma?"

"Roma's at the hardware store in Inveraray; it was she who you saw in my car..." I glanced at my watch before continuing. "Roma was going to pick Angus up too before heading back, it'll save him having to go around the houses on the school bus; so, I'm guessing they'll be another twenty-five minutes yet, but we'd better play safe and work on fifteen."

Craig was again open-mouthed and silent for several seconds; but his finger was definitely moving inside my pussy and soon Craig added a second as the lewd grin spread across is face. "You filthy mare Heather, you're bloody serious aren't you."

"You'd better believe it, I've not a had a real cock inside me since Alistair died. Now come on, we've wasted two of those fifteen minutes already." I wriggled free of Craigs grasp and headed for the staircase, peeling Roma's shorts and my knickers off as I sat myself down on the third step. "Here will do fine, we don't want to mess up any of the beds."

Craig paused for a long moment, conflict writ clear in his expression; that said, the massive tent in his jeans -- Roma had more than once implied Craig was... blessed in that department -- suggested which way he was leaning. In an effort to tip the balance I spread my legs wide, threw Craig my most alluring smile and growled "Come on, that's another minute we've wasted."

That seemed to do the trick, Craig headed in my direction, unfastening his belt and jeans as he did so; Craig's trousers were sitting loose on his hips when he arrived. Craig still looked uncertain, so not wishing to risk any second thoughts, I leant forward, grabbed onto the waistband of his jeans and pants and jerked both down to his knees.

It was my turn for open mouthed silence; or there was maybe a small shriek. Roma had not been exaggerating, heck, if anything she'd understated things, Craig's cock was bloody enormous! I couldn't help myself from commenting on the fact, which finally cracked Craig's expression into a smile and drew a growled "You said you wanted it Heather; it's too late to be changing your mind now."

I grinned right back at him and crooned "That's the last thing I intend doing, but for Christ sake start slowly; it's been a while and that thing could split me in two."

Craig was preparing to drop to his knees, but in the instant before he did I rocked forward and grasped his waving shaft; Christ, it really was as big as it appeared, my fingers barely reached around it. A moment later I slipped the crown and first couple of inches into my mouth; there was no doubt Craig was hard enough already... I just couldn't resist the temptation.

Pulling free of it again I gave Craig a teasing smile as I settled back on the stairs "I just thought a little extra lubrication might make things easier."

"Don't worry Heather, you'll cope... Remember, I've already felt how wet you are." I smiled again, thinking that I was now probably even wetter than I'd been those few minutes ago.

Which reminded me of that time constraint "And that's another minute gone... We need to get on with it."

There was no hesitation in Craig's response, he was between my legs an instant later and two seconds after that, the swollen crown and those few inches of shaft that I'd already had in my mouth were inside my pussy. Even that taster was sufficient to draw a gasp from my lips and I gave thanks that I had gotten so wet, so quickly.

Craig's initial assault was forceful, but... controlled; I guess you learn to be that way when you're hung like Craig? I couldn't stop myself from pondering on how Roma had coped the first time? As far as I knew Craig had been my sister's first, indeed only lover; I was now forty seven and finding Craig... a challenge, while Roma would back then have been an eighteen year old virgin.

We must've used up the best part of another minute working the whole length of that fat shaft inside of me; I recall there being degree of triumph in the growled "Oh fuck yessssss." I voiced on feeling Craig's balls slap against my pussy and knowing that I'd accommodated it all; after that things got easier, I was even wetter by then!

Craig's penetrations remained controlled, but now he was skewering into me more easily and seemingly harder with every thrust; each stroke concluded with a heavy thump as our pubes collided, an event heralded by a bestial grown from me. There weren't that many, I doubt Craig had driven into me above a dozen times before my orgasm arrived and it was a doozy.

I simply exploded beneath him, having pitched and bucked my way through the initial detonation, my legs wrapped around Craigs hips holding him deep inside me while my pussy clenched tightly around his intruding cock. I presume it was that sensation which triggered Craig's climax, as barely a moment later he issued a bestial growl of his own.

Craig's cock began belching semen like a fire hose, but rather than quenching the flames of my climax, it had the effect of hosing them with petrol. That orgasm seemed to roll on forever, an experience which I made plain with an expletive filled dialogue of a sort that Craig had certainly never heard me use before... I came like that apocryphal train.

When heart rates settled and breaths were recovered I glanced again at my watch in the moment Craig stood upright. We still had three minutes to spare and I wasn't for wasting them, leaning forward I grasped Craig's softening cock and fed it between my lips for a second time; I didn't swallow him completely, but Craig's smile suggested that I'd accommodated more than he'd expected.

My timings proved right, it was twelve minutes later when Roma and Angus came through the door. By then Craig was sat on the staircase with a cup of tea -- the same step he'd fucked me on a few minutes earlier! - with his cock laved clean and back inside his jeans, whilst I was back atop my step ladder; a wodge of tissues stuffed inside my pants to stem the flow of leaking semen.

2. Ravished in the kitchen.

With all three of our children home for the summer, things were rather crowded in our little cottage beside the loch. But today at least I was enjoying a little peace and quiet, well, perhaps not quiet, but I got to choose the music on the stereo. My husband Craig had gone to an auction sale near Oban and all three kids were spending the afternoon in Inveraray.

I'd spent my day in the kitchen baking; there's always an especially high demand for mum's home made cakes and biscuits when Al and Megan first get back from university. I'd replenished the pantry with both and cooked several savoury pies and a couple of lasagne for the freezer too; I was wiping down the kitchen table at four o'clock, all was again spotless... just in time for me to begin preparing dinner.

It was then that I saw Craig's pick-up truck drive past the kitchen window and promptly decided that I deserved a treat for all that I'd achieved already. With none of the kids having arrived home in the last few minutes, I knew they wouldn't be leaving Inveraray before the five o'clock bus and more likely on the one at six; Craig and I would have at least an hour's privacy.

While the kids all being home didn't preclude sex, it did... cramp our style somewhat. Craig couldn't deliver me of a wham-bam-thank-you-mam shag whenever and wherever we felt like one and even in the sanctuary of our own bedroom, things tended to be... pedestrian as we strove to keep the noise level down.

But for the next sixty minutes... Seventy if needs be, Craig and I were free to play and boy but I was ready to play; I could feel my juices begin to flow at the very thought of it! I quickly peeled off my panties and tossed those into the washing machine, then rolled up the back of my skirt and tucked the hem of that into its waistband.

By the time I heard Craig in the hallway I'd folded myself prone across the kitchen table with my legs splayed wide and called out "In here love and be quick about... I need a stiff cock inside me."

I heard a rattle and a thump, was that Craig kicking off his boots, along with a muffled, muttered reply; what I didn't hear were footsteps heading in my direction. I shouted more loudly and probably more insistently "Hurry up! If you're not here in ten seconds I'll be heading down to the main road to flag down the first man I see driving past."

That got a response; nothing verbal, but I heard footsteps coming in my direction; as the door creaked open I wiggled my bum alluringly -- at least I hoped it looked alluring -- and growled "About bloody time, I'm gagging for it, so stop messing around and making me wait."

Craig had paused again in the kitchen doorway, I'd assumed to savour the lewd display that I was offering; I could and no doubt should have looked around, but it felt so indecently wanton to just lie there and wait. It was a full ten seconds before I heard more footsteps, I also heard the rattle of a belt buckle and the hiss of a zip fastener.

Another five seconds and I felt the pressure of Craig's hand between my shoulder blades pinning me to the table; another five and it was the sensation of his cock head nuzzling between the soft and by now very wet folds of my labia. He paused again and my patience expired "Enough teasing; get the bloody thing into me!"

That did the trick and a split second later I knew I was in trouble; the cock skewered into me like a bloody pile-driver. It's full length pierced me in with that single stroke, confirmed by the man's balls slapping against my pussy. The cock wasn't Craig's! Craig never penetrates me like that... Craig's cock is too fat to penetrate me like that! It wasn't Craig!

I howled like a banshee and fought like the very devil, but the impact had lifted my feet from the floor and the pressure between my shoulder blades increased. Twist and wriggle as I might, I couldn't wiggle from beneath that hand, nor get sufficient purchase to lift myself up from from the table; I squealed again, this time with frustration.

What I did manage to do was turn my head a little further, sufficient from the corner of my eye, to see who was standing over me. What had been a mixture of rage and not a little fear burning in my belly changed... I'm not sure to quite what in an instant, the hand restraining me and the cock buried inside me belonged to Alistair... My eldest son Alistair!

Though Alistair's cock remained deep inside me, he hadn't moved it while I'd fought beneath him; reassured by that I stopped struggling -- another mistake? - and in the most reasonable voice I could manage enquired "Wh... Wh.. What do you think you're doing Ali?" The tremor in my words was clear even to myself.

Alistair's reply was far more controlled, I might even say confident "Exactly what you asked me to do Mum." In confirmation of that self-assurance, Alistair punctuated his statement by easing back, pausing for a moment and then slamming his cock into me for a second time.

That drew a grunt and a gasp from my lips before I was able to conclude with "No, I thought it was your Dad... where is Craig anyway?"

"Up in Inveraray, he's stopped of for a few beers at the pub with uncle Rory and got me to drive the pick-up home for him; he's coming back by bus, probably the six o'clock one." Alistair concluded with another thrust of his cock.

"Noooooo! Stop that right now... It was your Dad I wanted."

"But that wasn't what you said Mum... I listened and even replayed it in my head; your demand wasn't specifically for dad's cock, just 'A cock'; Hell, you even went on to say that a passing stranger's cock would do." Alistair had accompanied those remarks with two further, though at least less aggressive, penetrations of my pussy.

"You're playing with semantics young man, you know damned well what I meant and that talk of going to the roadside was just a joke. You need to stop this and right now." This time Alistair had continued scything his cock into me even as I spoke; I blamed that for the rather throaty whisper with which my words were delivered.

Alistair leant forward before replying and continued sliding his cock into me too as he did so "I don't think I can; I've gone too far for that now..." Then in a louder voice, in conjunction with beginning to deliver some heavier penetrations, Ali concluded "and I don't think that you can either; you don't want me to stop Mum."

I was going to argue... I swear I was going to argue; but in that instant Alistair upped the force of his penetrations still further. Alistair was back to hammering into me like a pile driver again and for the next ten seconds all that came out of my mouth were squeals, yelps and gasps; after that things just got worse.

My timbre of my cries became progressively deeper, morphing into primal groans and snarls. A further ten seconds and the final boundary was crossed: My whole body went rigid, tight as a bow-string with every muscle tensed; coherent words arrived in the wake of the orgasm that ripped through me and they were damning "Oh God yes Ali... Just like that, don't stop now."

I realised only afterwards that Alistair had ignored me; he did stop pounding into me... not that it mattered in the moment, that orgasm continued to roil within me as my son watched my capitulation. The question as to whether Alistair paused for my benefit or his own remains unanswered, but in that moment I didn't need and likely couldn't have coped with any more.

That hiatus lasted perhaps thirty seconds, but certainly not more than a minute; one might adjudge it an artfully calculated pause? Alistair allowed me long enough to ease my heart rate and recover my breath, but not enough time to recover my common sense; when his cock recommenced its assault, my response was another primal groan and a whispered "Yesssssssss."

Alistair began more gently this time around, but that didn't last and as the pace and power increased that hand between my shoulder blades transferred to my head. Ali's fingers entwined in my hair as he pulled my head backwards, my neck stretched and my back arched ever further; that allowed no room for manoeuvre and I was absorbing the full force of Alistair's penetrations.

That also raised my torso clear the table; whereupon Alistair's right hand snaked beneath me and tugged a couple of my blouse buttons free before squirming it's way through the gaping fabric and into my bra. Alistair's touch was aggressive, a mauling grope rather than a caress; but one that still drew cries of encouragement rather than complaint from my lips.