Friday 7th October 2011.
Six times a year the two families got together to celebrate. They used to live next door to each other when the children were born, but now the Thompsons had moved an hour or so away they would always get together for family birthdays, staying in one home or the other. Even as the young people grew up and had their own celebrations with friends, the tradition of the two families getting together to celebrate birthdays continued. Of course there were seven of them, but the two fathers' birthdays were only a couple of days apart, so they were always celebrated together.
This weekend they were getting together to celebrate Kelly's birthday, although the actual date had been on the Wednesday before. It was a special birthday - Kelly was 18. Kelly Richmond was a slim, tall, pretty girl, with long dark hair. She was still slightly awkward, lacking in confidence, but everyone knew she would develop into a shapely good looking woman, and the confidence would grow when she went to college the next summer. Kelly was not looking forward to the weekend wholeheartedly...
Peter -Kelly's older brother, had started work the previous summer having just left college, working for a publishing company. He was tall, and had developed "adult" confidence, as well as a muscular body from working out. And Peter had strong desires... Both Peter and Kelly still lived at home, but as with all young people of their age, had busy lives outside of the home. Their parents - Tony and Barbara - were older versions of their children. If you could imagine Kelly and Peter twenty five years older, you would see Tony and Barbara. Of course, Barbara had her hair shorter, and Tony was going grey, but it was obvious who Peter and Kelly's parents were.
Tony and Barbara Richmond had lived next to the Thompsons since the two couples were both married within months of each other. The Thompsons - Jenny and Dave, and their son Mark had moved for Dave's work about three years before this weekend. Dave - shorter than Tony, and more muscular build, had gained promotion at the building company where he worked, but it had forced the move forty miles away. It was sad for Jenny Thompson, Dave's wife - she had been best friends with Barbara Richmond even before either were married, and as much as the phone lines hummed between them, she missed her friend next door. Jenny again was different in build to her best friend. She was shorter, with short fair hair. She wasn't fat, but she was definitely shapely with a flirty twinkle in her eye as she dealt with the men. As much as they missed being neighbours, these weekends when they stayed with each other were wonderful. The parents were also lucky that the three children had always got on so well. Kelly and Peter Richmond had always got on well with Mark Thompson, although he was very different - only about average height with longish curly hair and ready smile. People called Mark cute, rather than handsome, but there had always been jokes about him and Kelly, who was six months younger than him, getting married one day and cementing the family relationships - a joke with an underlying hope...
Peter heard a car stop outside their house about 7.00pm on the Friday evening, then the car horn sound - it could only be the Thompsons arriving. Peter smiled as he opened the door, with Kelly and their parents Tony and Barbara close behind. Peter smiled for joy - he loved seeing the Thompsons as much as the rest of the family. Peter also smiled a sly smile - this weekend was going to be different from any of the others, and he was going to enjoy it more than the others. The pieces had started falling into place months before...
Saturday 9th July 2011 - 3 months earlier...
It had been a gathering, this time at the Thompsons, for the two fathers - Tony and Dave - to celebrate their birthdays. Somehow they had all arranged things for Dave Thompson and Barbara Richmond to stay at home to prepare a special meal - they both loved cooking - while the rest went out on a friend's powerboat. The problem - they needed money to buy fuel for the boat, and they had all forgotten their wallets. Peter volunteered to drive home - only ten minutes away from the marina, to pick up some money and get back to the boat as soon as possible.
Peter had parked the car, and instead of ringing the front door bell, had gone around the back of the house where he knew the French windows would be open. As he approached the French windows he heard strange sounds from inside. He approached more slowly, and peeped through the pulled curtains. He heard a woman moaning. He saw a man on top of a woman, both naked, the man thrusting hard in and out of the woman, obviously both close to cumming. Peter thought quickly - he set up his mobile phone and videoed what was happened. His mother being screwed by Dave Thompson, screaming for him to fuck her harder and harder, him calling her a wonderful slut, an amazing fuck. Peter continued to film as they both screamed in orgasm, Dave pumping hard into Barbara.
Peter was even more amazed as his mother told Dave he was the best fuck she'd ever had, then began to lick his cock covered with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Peter watched as Dave's cock began to stir, and heard him say "Let's go upstairs and do this properly..." He watched as the two of them disappeared upstairs, then snuck into the house and found his wallet, and disappeared back to the rest of the families. Within the ten minute drive he began to dream of what might happen...
Saturday 23rd July, 2011- two and a half months earlier...
Over the next couple of weeks Peter had planned for the next gathering - to celebrate Barbara's birthday. He wondered if his mother and Dave would get together again. It would be nice to see more... Peter checked through the internet until he found adverts for spy cameras, and when his parents were out fixed one which was movement sensitive into the burglar alarm censor they had in their bedroom. He linked it to his own computer via a wireless connection, which would record any movement in his parents' bedroom.
The Thompsons had turned up on the Friday evening, and the families had quickly settled into their old routines for the weekend. For Peter he wasn't too hopeful - through the Saturday he hadn't seen his mother or Dave left together. Later Saturday evening he checked the file from the hidden camera. He had watched his parents undress for bed on the Friday, and apart from watching his mother strip, and thinking she was one hot lady - he had never thought of her that way before - nothing else happened. The camera had also picked them up dressing the next morning. It was after that - the timer said 1.30pm - something caught his eye. Peter thought - yes most of them had gone to the country park up the road for a walk - only a couple of them had stayed behind sun-bathing.
Peter was astonished as he saw on the film his father Tony, and Mark Thompson enter the bedroom together. He was even more astonished as he watched them kiss. Even more astonished as he watched his father - who was clearly in charge, remove Mark Thompson's swimming trunks, letting his stiff cock spring upwards - not large - but like Mark - cute. He was transfixed as his father ordered Mark to jerk off, to give him a good show. He watched as Mark did, looking hugely embarrassed and hugely turned on. It only took Mark a minute or so to shoot his cum, and his cock slowly shrink. Peter's father Tony had not finished however - he stood, removed his own trunks, revealing his larger cock, sat again, and simply said "Suck me off, bitch."
Peter watched as the naked Mark knelt in front of his Father and took his cock in his mouth, sliding up and down, licking. Peter heard his father say things like "You are the best cock sucker I've ever known." He heard him say "Next time I'm going to have your virgin ass." Again within minutes Tony was spurting cum into Mark's throat, holding Mark's head on his cock. Mark was swallowing hard, although some cum was seeping out the side of his mouth.
It was odd. When they had finished they both put their trunks back on as if it was an ordinary thing to do and disappeared. For Peter it added to his dreams - maybe Mark would be his as well...
Friday 8th August 2011 - 2 months earlier...
Peter had come home from work. He had tea and went to his room, hoping to skype a few friends in other parts of the country - people who had gone their own way after leaving university chasing jobs where they could find them. It was one of those evenings - no-one was on. But then there was a call to him. Jenny. He answered the call: "Hi Auntie Jenny. How are you?" The picture came into focus, and he could see she was wearing a dressing gown - probably had a shower earlier or something.
Peter had been shocked by the reply. "Really ticked off. Dave has been away for work all week and now he's away for the weekend as well - won't be back until Tuesday. Work has run over. I was really looking forward to him coming home this evening." There was something in the way she said it...
"What do you mean, Auntie Jenny?"
"You know what I mean." There was a pause. "I have got more and more excited this week, imagining what we would do when he got back - honey, I'm horny as hell, and no man to quench the fires." Peter was shocked - he had never heard Jenny talk this way before. She continued before he had the chance to reply.
"I wish there was a young man like you here. He can never satisfy me anyway. I wish you were here - you could have me and take me any way you wanted. I bet you could make my body sing. I bet you could fill me."
