My sister Sarah had been my little personal slut for several lust filled weeks whilst she was living at home and pregnant, but then she returned to her ex-boyfriend and father of her child, Jack. I was angry at first, remembering all the stuff she's said about being addicted to my cock while we fucked. Maybe she was just addicted to whatever cock was balls deep inside her at the time.
I wondered whether to confront her. After all, I knew a pretty big secret that she didn't want to get out: that she has been fucking her own brother. But I guess we'd both broken the law with our incestual shagging and so that might not be wise. I decided to bide my time. We didn't see much of each other the next few months anyway; she gave birth and was busy with her new baby.
She might be keeping busy but now it was my turn to be going out of my mind with horniness. I didn't have a girlfriend and most of the girls around town were weary of being labelled a slag unless you made an effort to date them so I hadn't got laid for weeks. I was bemoaning this state of affairs over beers with the rugby lads one Friday night at our usual haunt, the Blue Cock pub. They were sympathising but most of them had girlfriends now and I imagined were getting their balls drained regularly.
It was my turn to buy the round and I made my way through the busy crowds to the bar, to be served by Sandra, the busty wife of the landlord, Frank. She was looking good for a woman in her late 40s, with her blonde hair in a bob, a pleasingly curvaceous body and big tits which she seemed to enjoy showing off with low cut tops. It turned out to be the pint of best bitter which did it. She pulled the tap and a mere dribble poured out. "Frank," Sandra shouted down the bar, "the barrel of best needs changing."
"I'm busy," he shouted back. "Get this strapping young lad to help you."
So before you knew it, I was down in the basement of the pub, along with Sandra, with my mates in the crowded pub upstairs. She unconnected the old barrel from the beer lines and showed me where to carry it, and then where to pick up the new one and bring it over. It was heavy and as I staggered over I noticed Sandra looking me up and down.
"Your muscles are really bulging as you carry that, love," she said dreamily. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like that rugby player Ali Price?"
"Yeah, a few times," I replied. "Depends if you're a fan or not?"
"You could say that. I get wet whenever I see him!"
I couldn't believe her reply; it was unexpectedly forward. I'd never been with a woman more than a few years older than me before. Sure, I'd watched MILF porn, but I'd never seriously thought about actually fucking a much older woman. But here I was, alone in the basement with a woman who apparently got turned-on by a guy who looked like me. And I was horny as fuck. I decided to press my luck. I put the barrel down and waited for Sandra to bend over and reach across to connect it. As she did I walked up close behind her and pretended to accidentally bump into her.
"Sorry Sandra, do you need a hand with that?"
"No, that's fine, I've got it," she giggled. "But I could use a hand with something else while you're there."
Now I wasn't sure who was leading who on. "What would that be?"
She wiggled her arse against my crotch. "Well I said what happens when I see Ali Price, and you look just like him."
My cock was growing very hard, very fast inside my jeans. I pushed into her curvaceous arse and reached my arms up to take hold of her waist. I leaned forward, moving my head closer to hers. "So you're getting wet right now are you?" I asked.
"Ah ha, and you're getting hard. I could use a horned up younger man giving me a good seeing to just now," she replied.
"I think I've got just the tool for the job," I whispered into her ear, then reached forward as she turned her head and kissed her.
She broke off the kiss after a bit of tonguing each other's mouths. "We don't have long, Frank could be down at any minute if another barrel needs changing," she said.
I quickly straightened up, unbuckled by belt and pushed my jeans and boxers down my thighs. Sandra was wearing jeans and she did the same, leaving her naked arse on full show to my leery view. She reached an arm back and took hold of my now rock-hard dick.
"Mmm, nice, I'm going to enjoy this," she said, as she guided me to her willing cunt. I thrust forward as soon as she took her hand off and noticed she moved to brace herself against the barrel that she was bent over. "Fuck me hard, Aiden," she instructed.
I wasn't one to disobey such a request and slid in to the hilt in single thrust. She was dripping wet and although not the tightest pussy I'd ever been in, it felt really warm. She groaned as I filled her and I wasted no time in pistoning in and out of her with a hard, rapid pace.
I was grunting with each thrust. I couldn't believe this older woman's pussy felt so nice wrapped around my dick. She really seemed to know what she was doing and it felt like she was gripping at my cock with the walls of her pussy as I slid in and out. I imagined what it would be like if anyone did come down here an found us, both with our jeans pushed down, me pounding into this horny lady bent over a beer barrel.
At one point I stood her up slightly and looked round, as I continued to fuck her from behind, and noticed she had a pretty bushy set of blonde pubes. I hadn't fucked a woman with a muff before, but it was hot in its own way. I bent her back over and reached round to find her clit with my fingers. Sandra started to push back against my cock. "Shit, you feel so good inside me, I want you to fill me up."
I grunted in reply and increased my tempo. Before long I felt that familiar rush and squirted my load deep inside her. "Fuck yeah," I bellowed as I did, feeling her clutching wet cunt wrapped round my throbbing dick.
After briefly catching my breath, I pulled out of her and pulled-up my boxers and jeans. Sandra quickly pulled her panties and jeans up as well. "Thanks babe, that was just what I needed," she said as she did, and gave me a peck on the lips. "Now let's get upstairs before anyone notices we're missing."
We returned to the bar and Sandra finished pouring my pint. As she passed it to me, she leaned forward across the bar and whispered to me, "your cum is leaking into my panties right now," then winked. I returned to my friends with a smile on my face.
After that, I started to think about older women a bit more. I'd always just really looked at girls near my own age but now I started thinking more about what pleasure an experienced, mature cunt could bring to my never-quite-sated horn.
Inevitably, my thoughts soon took me to the older woman I lived with: my Mum. I'd never thought about her sexually before, and she seemed happily married to my Dad, but I started to notice her more and more around the house. Like Sandra, she was an attractive woman. She was in her mid-40s, not wafer thin but not plump at all, with a good cleavage, and long light brown hair. There was something a bit like Catherine Zeta-Jones about her. She kept in good shape, too, with yoga and gym visits albeit she also knew how to enjoy nice food and wine.
I'd watch her as she went around the house doing mundane tasks and noticed her body. Her curves. Her breasts which seemed just the right size to be a nice handful without looking too big to be in proportion with her body. And when I lay in bed wanking, she increasingly replaced Sarah in my fantasies. I wondered what her pussy looked like, felt like, tasted like.
For a few weeks I put this all down to fantasy that would remain unfulfilled. She was my own mother, for fuck sake. It was still amazing enough that my sister had fucked me and my brother, but I couldn't realistically think anything would happen with another family member. Then fate intervened.
As was common on a Saturday, Dad has gone off to play golf and I went off to play rugby. During the game, however, a pipe burst and flooded our changing rooms. We couldn't shower and change as usual. It was February, I was cold and wet, and now this. I grabbed my bag and ran home, still in my muddy rugby kit. I was planning to get in, go upstairs to my room and strip my kit off there then jump in the shower. I took my boots off and walked inside. I hadn't got three paces past the front door before my mother intercepted me.
"Aiden Sutton, what are you doing?!" she shouted at me. She had always been fastidious about keeping the house spotlessly clean and here I was bringing mud into her house, about to traipse it up her cream-carpeted staircase.
"Sorry Mum, the changing rooms at the club flooded, I couldn't shower or get changed there so I just had to get home," I explained.
"So you thought you could just leave a trail of mud all over my house, my carpets?" She sounded pretty angry.
"Sorry, I didn't think, what else am I supposed to do?"
"Come here, right now," she replied, and took hold of my arm, leading me off the hallway into our utility room. "You could just walk into here without making a mess on the carpets and put that dirty kit in the washing machine."
"Yes Mum."
"Go on then."
"What?"
"I don't trust you not to make a mess. Take your kit off now and put it in the washing machine!" she yelled.
I wasn't going to disobey. I took my socks off first and handed them to her, then removed my rugby top and handed that to her too. She crouched down and put them straight into the washing machine, then turned around to face me. That's when I noticed her looking at me. I wasn't sure for a second, but then I was sure she was looking up at my chest. I felt myself tense my muscles a bit and puff out my well developed, hairy pecs. Perhaps this could turn out more fun than I thought it was going to be. I could feel my cock twitch a bit and start to grow. Not quite into a full erection yet, but a nice semi.
