Introduction: Family business & situation update
After more than twenty years of hard work my parents turned mum's few million dollars of inheritance into a successful import & export business. Its net worth was at least 200 million dollars. Harrison Doyle Enterprises had impressive warehousing, transportation and distribution networks throughout all states and territories in Australia.
My mother had the majority share holding, but it was dad who put in enormous amount of effort. He was the main driving force behind the success.
As their only son, my parents had always pinned the hope on me to one day continue the good work. Mum introduced me to the family business early. From the age of sixteen she made sure I spent part of my long summer holidays with different departments, especially in her fields of expertise: public relation, sales and marketing.
In the short few years since my graduation, they were not disappointed. I showed similar dedication and prepared to put in long hours, most importantly, proved to be as capable. They progressively gave me greater responsibility and worked my way up the company structure.
Whilst my parents were credited with my personal development, my fiancée must be admired for taking care of my sexual life. Rosalind's devotion to me was unique. She remained steadfastly faithful in spite of my string of 'extra-affairs' with other females. I had had eight different pussies including hers and all her sisters', within five years after my eighteenth birthday. Looking at it differently, I could have thrice as many had I taken up all my opportunity.
Chapter 03 episode 1 recalled how I sexually surprised Rosalind's second sister Angelina. To update the readers, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Lauren Joanne Doyle, nine months later in April 1998.
In the same episode, I also revealed that I had my own mum twice within couple of hours that afternoon.
Episode One: Mum's steadfast love for her only son
Mum and I had a soul-searching discussion late that night. Neither of us spoke about regret nor attempted to blame anyone. Rather it was whether to confess to our partners. Mum was very insistence that our secret be kept as such, as our secret! She successfully discouraged me to confess to Rosalind. She didn't tell dad either.
Saturday July 13th, the following night, everyone was at home. I was in the mini-theatre, our sound-proof music and television room. There was an unspoken understanding in the house that no one should disturb the occupant should the door be closed after midnight. It was my habit to watch movies there without having to worry about disturbing anyone else's sleep.
Without warning a figure blocked my view, rudely interrupted my enjoyment. From the dim light available from the screen and the wall behind, I saw mum stood in front of me in her nightgown that hardly served its purpose. She made no attempt to hide her hard nipples and swollen areola. Her clean-shaven pussy was in a mess with sticky wetness that glistened even under the dim light. She looked and smelled like an animal in heat!
Without a single word, she kneeled between my legs. Before she could bring her moist lips into action, she found my cock was already in its most majestic condition, courtesy of the graphic rape scenes in the x-rated movie I was watching. She took a quick glance at the movie, wasting no time, she sat astride my lap. In one gasping motion my cock completely disappeared into her slippery vagina. Clasping my shoulders with both hands, she rocked her pelvis. Her pussy muscle gave my cock a few squeezes, pumping up and down like a sexually starved woman.
My hands followed to her bouncing breasts, pinched her two hard nipples as she moaned. She thrust her body furiously up and down my cock. She fucked me so wildly that on several occasions my fingers slipped from her nipples.
It didn't take long for her to come forcefully, screaming and digging her nails into my fresh. I wasn't too far away. She expertly controlled her pussy muscle, sent me over the cliff. My cock throbbed and exploded... Sticky cum overflowed on to my lap and thighs.
We stared at each other in silence as our bodies calmed down. She kissed my forehead, took some paper towels held them tightly under her dripping pussy and disappeared behind the sofa. I was left alone to ponder by myself. It was a risky quickie but completed the task dad inconsiderably left unfinished. For the first time I needn't have to interrupt Rosalind in her sleep after watching an x-rated movie!
My relationship with mum had never been the same since. We had regular sexual intercourse, fucked whenever we had the opportunity. Discreet wasn't exactly the right word, but we remained undetected.
She looked at least ten years younger with the amount of effort and resources she put into her physical body. On most occasions to the delight of my mum, strangers mistook her for my sister. I couldn't blame them.
She particularly looked forward to engage in our unrestrained unhurried sexual indulgence when both Rosalind and dad were away overnight. In that situation, time seemed to pass too quickly.
The day in question was a cold winter night. Despite having heater on, mum had couple of blankets out when we sat on the sofas to watch a scary movie. My twin sisters were on separate sofa sharing one. The youngest sister snuggled against mum sharing the second, with me sitting next to mum on her other side of the same sofa. With the dim lighting my right hand under the cover of the blanket wandered under mum's nightgown.
Mum very slowly parted her legs for my hand to access her naked pussy. "Darling let me hold your hands." She whispered into my sister's ears. Mum didn't want her hands to accidentally wander to where mine was.
Within minutes I could feel her wetness increased, clitoris swelled, lips became softer and thicker. Mum was struggling to keep still. The loud surround-sound drowned mum's soft moaning. The built up was slow but intense...
The risk, the excitement and pleasure became too much for mum. She climaxed! She wriggled and her sudden scream luckily coincided perfectly with the scream on the movie. Only her quick control of herself prevented any embarrassing exposure! It took her vagina long time to stop pulsating with my two fingers buried deep inside her. The fabric of the nightgown under her was soaked wet.
"Mum, I don't want to watch any more. It's too scary. I want to go to bed." My youngest sister whispered. Mum took my hand away from her vagina, stood up to give her a hug.
"Ok, goodnight, sweetheart. Do you want me to walk you to your bed?"
"No mum, I'm not a little baby anymore!" Mum gave my 13 years old sister another hug. She disappeared behind us.
Mum covered the blanket over both of us. She wanted to reciprocate but I signalled her to wait. The movie ended after another half an hour.
Lying on my bed naked, the thick quilt couldn't hide the hard-on I had. The 9-inch of it stood upright, pushing the quilt ridiculously high. Within ten minutes, a familiar figure entered the bedroom. Before she could lie down next to me, I already had her on her knees and arms. I rammed my full length into her in one wild thrust. She struggled to keep her balance as the bed shook violently. The slapping my flesh against her butt, the sound of my fucking cock drowning in her juice, intermixed with mum's deep breathing and moaning excited me more. The assault was too violent for her to do anything else but allowed her body to be violated...
Mum came first and then almost simultaneously I came after giving her one last thrust. My cock throbbed... She collapsed with me on top of her, cock continued to throb. She didn't move and I didn't move either.
I wasn't sure how long later, mum's wriggle woke me up. My limp cock had slipped out. I rolled to her side. A warm hand gently stroked my chest, playfully stopped at my nipples... From experiences I knew I wouldn't be getting too much sleep before sunrise.
Mum literally was my lover, or more correctly, I was mum's lover. On several occasions we pushed our risk of being discovered to the limit. We even had quickie once whilst dad was having his bath!
It was smooth sailing for us from July 1997 to July 1999, until one month before my 25th birthday. By then Rosalind completed her five gruesome semesters of studies to qualify as a Chartered Accountant. As planned, she joined our family business as Deputy Financial Manager.
With Rosalind working in the same office, having lunches together most of the times, the opportunity for mum and me to get away became increasingly less. My promotion to fill the vacated position of Deputy General Manager for Sales and Marketing didn't help either. Still, I managed somehow to keep my mum happy.
Interlude: Moving out & the Wedding
Finally after two years of engagement, with her studies out of the way and employment settled, Rosalind and I were able to set our wedding date: Saturday November 6th. Rosalind, the most adorable woman in the world, was always very immaculate in everything she did. It was the same with her preparation for our wedding and honeymoon.
With the imminent wedding Rosalind and I planned to buy an apartment of our own. It was inevitable but mum knew the implication of me moving too far away. As always the case mum's mind was always one step ahead. As if with divine blessing, our immediate neighbour's property was up for sale. It wasn't difficult for her to convince dad to purchase it as our wedding gift.
Rosalind and I had been fortunate because it was worth several million dollars! The land was of similar size but residential building was smaller. It still commanded impressive five bedrooms with a triple car garage, impressive garden and an ocean view. The newly renovated residence required minimal modification. We moved in one month prior to our wedding on October 9th.
The dynamic of my incestuous relationship with mum inevitably changed after I moved out. We debated whether to keep our affair going because my guilt began to bug me. I felt I had cheated dad and Rosalind long enough. In the end I succumbed to mum's insistence. My love for mum overtook all my other sentiments. We did the best we could with only limited opportunity!
In the meantime, the preparation for the wedding continued. Rosalind and our mothers enlisted the professionals to arrange and prepare for everything, yet we were still so busy.
The wedding turned out to be quite a gland one for Harrison and Doyle families. My parents used the event to foster closer friendships with our important business contacts and clients. It must have costed my parents quite a sum of money.
The garden ceremony, reception and the banquet went smoothly. We had simple marriage vow excluded 'forsake all others'. Rosalind Elizabeth Doyle became Rosalind Elizabeth Harrison.
Our wedding night in the honeymoon suite of the Sydney Intercontinental Hotel was as special as our first time. She was radiant and beautiful in her wedding dress.
"Darling, you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" I couldn't contain my excitement. The woman, who had given me faithful support for so many years, was legally mine. I was literally shaking with emotion when I held her in my arms. "Darling, I love you."
