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.

When Alistair's attention homed in on my nipples rather than my breasts as a whole, his maltreatment became even more aggressive; I was reminded that of all my children he'd been the most forceful when suckling at my breasts. Today's assault resulted in altogether different, but equally powerful feelings in my breasts from those which Alistair had roused as a baby.

Alistair controlled himself -- and me! - for perhaps a further minute. I hadn't been anticipating another orgasm for myself, but in the instant that Alistair's semen began bouncing against the walls of my pussy, I too... lost it completely. My hips writhed as I drive myself back against Alistair's twitching cock and I welcomed his seed in language the like of which my son had never heard; or not from me at least.

This time around I was allowed all the time I needed for a full recovery; heart rate, breathing and my common sense, I suspect I'd achieved all three before rational thought returned for my son. In that moment Alistair jerked away from me and released a wail of... What? Remorse? Shame? I certainly heard a degree of fear in his cry.

When Alistair took that half-step backwards I slipped off the table and down onto the floor; my legs could've supported me, but I knew my child and a less... threatening position was called for. Whilst Alistair's cry had been non-verbal I'd perceived his fear and addressed that immediately "There's no risk Ali, I had my tubes tied years ago."

I saw an immediate easing in Alistair's expression; subtle, but definitely there. But my son still needed his mother's reassurance about all the rest, I knew providing that was equally easy: I rocked up onto my knees, grasped Alistair's now flaccid cock in my hand and steered it between my lips; then kept it there, gently suckling until I sensed the first tremors of it re-stiffening.

In almost the same moment I felt Alistair's fingers threading -- albeit it more gently - into my hair once more and knew then that everything was going to be fine. Shaking free of Alistair's hand and his cock, I rose up onto my feet. "Oh no you don't; Megan and Angus might be back shortly and perhaps your dad with them and I haven't even started making dinner."

Alistair's face showed a reassuring expression of chagrined disappointment, before setting into a rather shy and youthful smile as he nodded his head in understanding; but he showed no sign of speaking, so I continued. "I need a shower and perhaps a change of clothes; so you can start by peeling a pan full of potatoes while I'm upstairs"

That drew another nod of agreement and perhaps understanding from Alistair; life was back where it should be... Mum giving orders which weren't open for dispute or discussion. I stopped at the doorway and looked back over my shoulder; as anticipated, Alistair was staring after me. "We never mention what happened today to anyone... not ever!" I waited for a final nod of assent before continuing on my way.

3. A sapphic lesson in the lounge.

My sister Roma and her husband Craig were away for ten day's holiday; or at least as much of a holiday as they could afford with two kids already at university and the third joining them there in September. They were up on the Isle of Skye, keeping an eye on the croft of some friends -- whose kids have now finished college - while they went away to Tenerife.

While their kids are all -- technically at least -- now adults, so not needing and certainly not wanting, a 'babysitter', Roma asked that I drop in on them from time to time while she and Craig were away. I'm not altogether sure as to whether it was the house or the kids that Roma was afraid for; whichever, that was the reason I called by late on a Friday afternoon.

I expected that Alistair and Angus would be out at work -- Craig had got both of his sons helping out with his building business - but thought that I might find Megan at home; she's spending her summer working at the George Hotel in Inveraray. I was passing their lane end anyway and thought that if they'd any wild parties planned for tonight, there'd be some evidence of their preparations.

There was a car I didn't recognise parked at the top of the lane and not very well parked; so rather than bumping up onto the verge to get past, I pulled up behind it and walked the last twenty metres. The car was a little powder-blue Fiat, suggesting it was perhaps a girl's car; a glance at the detritus inside it as I passed confirmed that notion.

Stepping through the front door -- that, as ever, was unlocked -- I heard the sound of Beyoncé's warbling coming from the lounge, along with the sound of two female voices and a squeal of laughter. One voice and that squeal definitely belonged to Megan and I presumed the other belonged to the Fiat owner; I pushed open the door and stepped into the lounge.

Had I heard one of the boys' voices I might've knocked first and forewarned of my arrival, but it was just Megan and a girl friend. I was three strides into the room before I stopped dead in my tracks on seeing Megan sat in her father's usual spot, a leather reclining chair beside the fireplace; the seat back was fully reclined, but the footrest wasn't raised to match.

Instead Megan's legs were spread wide, with her feet hanging over the chair arms on either side. After a fashion Megan was wearing a black lycra sport-bra type top, the straps had been slipped off her shoulders and it now sat cinched around her rib-cage beneath her breasts; the matching shorts along with a pair of lacy panties lay in a heap on the floor beside her.

While small, Megan's breasts looked very firm and her pink nipples were as hard as two pebbles. What lay between Megan's legs I couldn't see, that view was blocked by the cascade of blonde hair belonging to the similarly elfin young lady who was knelt where the chair's footrest ought to have been; her head pressed between Megan's widely parted thighs.

Megan saw me at about the same moment; it was her screech and frantic writhing in the chair which apprised her... friend a couple of seconds later. The young lady -- beyond the smeared make-up and a film of Megan's fluids anointing her face, she was very attractive - released a scream of her own, before leaping to her feet and swerving around me as she bolted for the door.

I heard the front door slam and through the window saw her running towards that Fiat, while Megan continued to struggle within the chair. Supine in the fully reclined seat and with feet hooked over the chair's arms, Megan couldn't get sufficient purchase to pull herself upright; her right hand scrabbled blindly for the chair's control pad, but I grasped it first.

At that point my red faced -- was that from her exertion or embarrassment? - niece fell still and stared at me in silence.

"Your... friend is very attractive, though I don't recognise her; is she from around these parts?"

The was a quite a pause before Megan replied. She was eyeing that control box in my hand and perhaps surmised -- correctly -- that I wasn't going to release Megan from her predicament without some answers. "She's called Kylie and comes from Aberdeen; she's working and living at the George Hotel in Inveraray for the summer."

"The same place as you; it's nice that you're making friends at work."

"Kylie's not a friend... or at least not in the way that your tone and expression are implying Auntie Heather."

I couldn't stop myself smiling at that response. "I say what I see love and from where I was standing, you and Kylie looked to be very close." I'd nodded towards Megan's still exposed pussy as I spoke, which was when I first notice that it was shaved smooth; Megan looks very young for her age to begin with, that affectation only added to the illusion.

"It probably did, but I'm not gay and neither is Kylie; neither of us are... We were just having a laugh, seeing what it was like; Kylie was showing me how to do it with another girl... But just for the experience, so I knew what it was like, not because we're..."

My smile hadn't gone away. I took a few steps toward Megan as I crooned "Well I'm glad to hear it, I'm all in favour of young people gaining experience and learning new skills... Though I'm not sure about your choice of Kylie as a tutor, it seems a bit like the blind leading the blind to me; from what I could see Kylie's little older and has no more idea than you do."

Megan remained silent; statue still and wearing an expression of confused surprise as I settled onto my knees just a few inches from where Kylie had so recently been. Megan held her silence, though tremored slightly when I pressed the palm of a hand against the inside of each of her thighs and those tremors intensified when my hands slid higher.

Megan was trembling like a leaf by the time my hands came together at the top of her legs, but she only broke her silence - with a gasp, followed by a heavy... purr - when they continued onward. I stayed out of Megan's vagina, but drew the nail of each index finger up either side, along the length of the sensitive valleys of her vulva.

I traversed up and down those three times, before leaning forward; by when Megan's feline purring had morphed into a series of primal moans. My fingers continued to move, but I now introduced my tongue too; having tensed that, I drew that along the full length of Megan's pussy in a broad and heavy stroke. Megan's moan turned into a feral growl.

The first two of those tongue-strokes slid easily across the surface of Megan's clitoris, but at the end of the third I stabbed my tongue forward and flicked it firmly. A further three of those and Megan's whole body went rigid, as her orgasm arrived to the accompaniment of a loudly squealed "Oh My God!" followed by a much repeated "Don't stop! Just like that Heather!" at a similar volume.

Actually I did stop, but only insofar as rather than tapping Megan's clitoris with my tongue, I trapped it gently between my lips to stroke it more gently with my tongue while at the same time drawing in cool air to flow across the exposed surface. That, as it always has for myself, kept Megan's orgasm spiralling upward for what felt like half a lifetime.

Looking upward I watched Megan's complexion turn bright red, indeed her whole body turned pink and soon glistened with perspiration; only then did I rock back on my heels and allow my niece to recover herself. That took some while and I'm talking in minutes, not seconds.

Eventually Megan's eyes cleared and she looked down to where I knelt with a knowing smile on my face. "Oh God Auntie Heather, that was... that was lush."

"You think so; that was only the first lesson... Let me know when you want the next one."

"Now! Do it again! Right Now!" Megan's words were an excited squeal, delivered every bit as loudly as the words that had announced her climax. I smiled and nodded, but noting that Megan was still red and breathless; I could feel the pulse of her still racing heart through her thighs too, so I began slowly.

My face dropped to Megan's inner thighs to nibble, kiss and lick my way up, down and across, switching back and forth between the two of them randomly. My hands returned to Megan's thighs too, fingernails tracing patterns along the backs of them, paying especial attention to the sensitive skin behind her knees. Megan moaned, groaned and gently growled in her delight.

Only when I was sure Megan was again safe from a heart attack or some such did my tongue return to her groin; even then my assault was initially less... direct. My tongue visited every fold and crease of Megan's vulva and my teeth nibbled gently at the dangling ears of her labia; those, like my own, though not her mothers, were large, dangling like fleshy ears below her pussy.

My fingers were later still in joining the fray, initially one gently and shallowly penetrating Megan's slick channel; deeper incursions and the addition of a second finger only began when Megan's screamed demands for such got beyond tolerance. There'd been no more... explosive orgasms from Megan, but I noted several smaller tremors along the way.

To make way for my hands and fingers I'd moved the attentions of my mouth a little lower; besides the upper reaches of Megan's thighs my lips and tongue teased at her perineum and even strayed beyond to probe at Megan's bum. Megan clearly loved that; I was sorely tempted to introduce a finger into there too, but her pretty pink rosebud looked just to... pristine to defile.

While Megan remained trapped in that armchair, she was able to move her pelvis and once those fingers were penetrating her pussy, she began to do so with ever increasing enthusiasm. Pitching and bucking to meet my intrusions it was Megan herself who brought on her second major orgasm; that was every bit as violent and vociferous as her first.

That second major climax left Megan even more dissipated than the first; time to bring this to an end. I rose up onto my knees, then my haunches and finally my feet as I slowly kissed and licked my way across Megan's trim belly, then over and around her pert breasts; those were as firm and her nipples just as hard as I'd envisaged.

Megan had clearly regained her composure and faculties by the time my lips reached hers; while this was far from the first time that I'd kissed my grand daughter on her lips, the experience was very different to any that'd gone before. Most especially when our tongues entwined; that variation was instigated by Megan rather than myself!

I suddenly realised that Megan would be able to taste herself on my lips; in almost the same moment Megan's face broke into a wicked smile, was that from the same discovery or had she read the flash of concern on my face? Whichever, Megan provided ample reassurance by going on to lick her sweetness from my cheeks and chin and thereafter my fingers too.

It was when I felt Megan's hand on my thigh that I finally separated from her; grasping the chairs control unit I brought the seat back upright allowing Megan to unhook her feet. Megan treated me to a very salacious grin and a raised eyebrow as she enquired "Time to change places Auntie Heather?"

Sweet Jesus but that offer was tempting, there was a quaking in my belly and I could feel the moisture between my legs; not just damp knickers, but a trickle down my legs! I took a slow and deep breath to regain some self-control before whispering "Not today love, the boys might be home at any minute."

Megan glanced at the clock, her changing expression confirmed that she shared my concern. With a hopeful smile Megan enquired "Well how about tomorrow... Oh damn, it's the weekend; I could cry-off work and be at home on Sunday afternoon, Al and Angus are bound to be going off somewhere."

It was my turn for a sad smile "We'd better not, you'll need the money from that job for college next year..." leaning forward I gave Megan a far more seemly kiss before adding "I think you'd perhaps better have your next lesson with Kylie; but not a word about where you've learnt what you know already... Not to Anyone... Not ever!"

I waited for Megan's nod of agreement before turning and heading for the door and was almost through that when I heard, though didn't respond to, Megan's reply: "There will be another time Auntie Heather; I'm going to repay the favour."

4. Making things fair In the boys' bedroom

It was Monday afternoon and I was busy getting the washing up to date; not because it was Monday the tradition of Monday being 'Washing Day' has no traction here in Scotland, we wash our clothes when the weather is vaguely dry! To be fair, today was a beauty, blue skies, wall to wall sunshine and even a warm breeze blowing gently off the loch.

With the kids all at home there was quite a heap of clothes to get through, but with they and my husband Craig out of the house too, I at least had the space and time to get on with the task. My daughter Megan was pulling a double shift at the George Hotel in Inveraray, while Craig and Alistair were in the opposite direction, re-roofing a house near Lochgilphead.

My younger son Angus should have been with his father and brother too, but he'd injured a knee while stripping off the old roof slates and was excused-duty. Angus was just about fit to go back to work -- Craig no doubt would have done -- but I'd prevailed on my husband to allow Angus a couple more days and give him a full week off to recover.

Angus had spent the morning studying in the bedroom he shared with Alistair, but had called a halt to that at lunchtime. I'd suggested that he might help me around the house -- hanging out some of that washing for starters -- but he'd countered with the idea of going out on loch in our dory and perhaps catching some fresh fish for our dinners.

Angus isn't much of a fisherman, but he's only on holiday from college for a few more weeks, so likely wouldn't get many more opportunities. I sent him on his way and went back to the washing pile alone. That was about three hours ago and I was taking in the first tranche of now dry washing and folding and stacking that on the patio table.

Having finished that, I hung out the final load then headed into the house to put the dry clothes away. Not into drawers and wardrobes; other than Craig's and my own, in this house clean washing got placed onto the kids' beds to put away for themselves. Having dropped heaps in our room and Megan's, the rest was for the boys' room; our cottage is tiny, so they have to share.

Once through the door I was surprised to see Angus there; sat at the top of his bed, back cushioned with a pillow against the wall and blue-tooth headphones over his ears. When had Angus returned from his fishing expedition? I certainly hadn't seen or heard him, so presumably whilst I was out in the garden folding and hanging washing.

My second surprise - though given that Angus is an eighteen year old boy and to my knowledge, between girlfriends at the moment, perhaps not a big one? - was to see his shorts and pants were around one ankle and his right hand wrapped around his erect cock. Angus' eyes were lowered; that erection holding his full attention.

From the way Angus' fingers were stretched, his cock perhaps deserved that attention; while appearing to be of a similar length to his elder brother's, Angus' cock was noticeably fatter. I couldn't prevent a small smile playing on my lips; Angus had definitely inherited that from his father... a major win in the genetics lottery.

My third surprise arrived a few seconds later and that one was the heart stopper; the yelp which it drew from me was what finally brought my presence to Angus' attention. I wasn't actually looking at Angus' cock, or at least not 'in the flesh'; what I could see was only it's outline, encased within a scrap of beige coloured fabric.

A pair of my panties! I'd taken those off only that morning and had noticed earlier their absence when I'd been emptying the laundry basket. At the time my assumption had been that I'd dropped them onto the bedroom floor and they'd got kicked under the bed. I'd intended to search for them later, but had subsequently forgotten; there was no need to look now!

As mentioned, that discovery arrived in tandem with Angus registering my presence; his mouth fell open and the colour fell from his cheeks, he was as white as those sheets I'd just changed this morning. In the moment, I too was beyond words and returned Angus' stare as the colour returned to his cheeks; Angus had turned beet red within seconds.

There was more to Angus' expression than his embarrassment, he looked mortified by the situation; as for myself, I was confused and conflicted beyond belief: Did the fact that it was my panties around Angus' cock signify that I was the subject of his wank-fantasy? Angus could just as easily have stolen a pair of his sister's pants; no less inappropriate, but more understandable.

I ought to have turned on my heel and walked out, allowing some breathing space for us both before discussing the situation; I must take responsibility for that happening: The thought of Angus whacking off with me in mind was... arousing, as too was the sight of his thick cock; the clincher though was probably my run-in with Alistair of a few weeks earlier.

I hadn't been the one who instigated that encounter. Well, not intentionally; though I'd concede that I'd accidentally been the one to inflame my elder son in the first instance. But thereafter it had all been Alistair's doing; it was he who'd pinned me across the kitchen table and... and... fucked me! Perhaps I could and should have tried harder to stop Ali, but it wasn't my fault!

There had been no reoccurrence, nor even the suggestion of one; but the incident had left me in a quandary ever since: I, like most other mothers had always striven to treat my children, most especially the boys equally; Megan perhaps got a few extra breaks, but she's a girl and we deserve those for all the other shit that life throws our way.

And that was my quandary... How could I possibly balance the books, even in part, for the gratification which Alistair had enjoyed but that Angus had missed out on? Even so, I really, really should have just dropped those clothes on the floor and walked out; but I didn't, I stepped forward and placed them all on Ali's bed, the turned to sit down beside Angus on his.

It was too easy, far too easy, Angus remained open mouthed and silent even as I pushed his unresisting hand aside and lifted my panties off his cock; that'd softened noticeably during the intervening seconds. Wrapping my own hand around his cock -- my fingers barely met at the opposite side -- I steadily, but firmly drew that downward, taking his foreskin with it.

That got a response from Angus: A bestial growl and an immediate re-stiffening of his cock; two similarly firm strokes and my fingers were struggling even more to meet around Angus' thick shaft. At that point Angus' head fell back against the wall with a light bump and those growls got deeper... much deeper.

I'm not sure where the idea came from, perhaps I caught sight of those panties in my left hand from the corner of my eye, but I think it came from within: I leant forward and draped my panties over Angus' face, ensuring the soiled gusset sat squarely across his mouth and nose; another bestial growl and I saw the fabric bulge as Angus' tongue pressed against them.

In some respects that made things a little easier for me too; I was no longer eye-to-eye with my teenaged son. In response to Angus' heavier growl, I kept my strokes sedate and lightened the pressure that I was applying. Under the guise of licking drops of pre-cum from the eye of Angus' cock, from time to time I even stopped completely.

I sensed that Angus was close to the edge and I didn't want to tip him over it too quickly; if I was making things equitable, he deserved more than that. In hindsight, I do wonder if I weren't pandering to my own pleasure a little too? I managed to string things out for three or four, perhaps even five minutes.

The arrival of Angus' climax didn't come as a surprise: Those guttural moans and growls had become deeper still and they were arriving more often. The heel of my left hand rested on Angus' thigh and I could feel his heart beat racing. But beyond both, the fingers of my left hand were teasing at Angus' scrotum and that was now as tight as a drum-skin.

Angus' next growl was more of a rumble within his chest and I felt a familiar -- his father went just the same way -- pulsing in the base of his cock. I rocked forward once more, but rather than lightly brushing Angus' dome with my tongue, I continued on down; it and the first inch of Angus' shaft slipped between my lips and into my mouth.

Angus' response was immediate: His hand snatched at the back of my head, his pelvis jerked -- that saw another two or three inches of his fat cock spearing into my mouth and throat -- and bellowed like a bull. An instant later the outpouring of Angus' climax arrived; that too put me in mind of a stud bull, copious didn't begin to describe the sensation, Angus' almost drowned me!

When Angus ejaculated it felt like a fire hose had been unleashed inside my mouth. Problem enough in itself, but beyond that it was my own fault: I was adamant -- a further balancing of the books? - that I was going to swallow every drop; I succeeded save for a couple of drops that I cleaned up afterwards, but damned near choked in the process.

It was then Angus who waited patiently while I slumped across him, red-faced and gasping for breath. It was a minute or more before I regained my composure and dignity, or at least as much dignity as one can reclaim after sucking off your own son! Angus expression was that of the cat-that-got-the-cream and I was now the one shamefaced and embarrassed.

Angus had regained his power of speech; even as I sat back upright I heard "Again... Can we go again mum? I can get it up again in ten minutes and probably quicker with you." Did that confirm it'd been me that Angus had been jacking-off over?

I waved towards the clock "No. Alistair and your dad will be home soon. I need to get cleaned up and start making dinner; you can put those clothes away, then get out into the garden and bring the rest of the washing inside, the dew will start to settle on it soon."

That return to the mundanities of the real world seemed to check Angus' ardour and I was half way to the door before he replied: "Well how about tomorrow then mum; I've got the day the day off again... I want to fuck you next."

"No! Not tomorrow... Not ever and you don't say a word about today to anyone Angus; not ever!"

I was through the door and onto the landing before Angus responded; not a shout, but it was said with feeling and somehow reached my ears as clear as a bell: "Maybe not tomorrow mum; but I am going to fuck you."

My legs had turned to jelly, I barely reached the bathroom before they failed me; I dropped onto the lavatory seat with a racing heartbeat and a queasy trembling in my belly. I was in no doubt as to the veracity of Angus' parting words and beyond the fear that they garnered, was my concern about those stomach trembles... It was excitement not fear generating those.

5. Submission in Megan's bedroom.

It had just gone five-thirty on Saturday afternoon when I put the finishing touches to my make-up. Well before my planned night out, but this was a whole new look that I'd been putting together, so there had been some trial and error along the way; I also needed to test the result and allow time for any amendments I deemed necessary.

I had to get everything just right tonight, as I was unlikely to get another chance with Russell Fraser: Mum and dad would go ballistic if they knew that I had my sights set on Russell, at twenty-seven he was eight years older than me, besides which Russ had a godawful reputation around the area; this week though, mum and dad were up on the Isle of Skye and wouldn't be home until Monday.

More importantly, Russell's fiance Jenny was also away; it was her 'look' that I'd spent the afternoon trying to recreate... And hopefully surpass. Jenny and her friends had gone on a girl's holiday to Cyprus; they'd been away for almost two weeks -- also back tomorrow -- so I was guessing that Russell would by now be feeling horny and ripe for the plucking.

I stood-up and for the umpteenth time turned slow circles while appraising myself in the mirror: My make-up was applied heavily and far more garishly toned than my usual look and that was only the half of it. I wore a spaghetti strapped and gossamer-light, silver-grey top, there was no bra beneath it and my nipples were easily visible.

That skimpy top finished well north of my belly button, leaving a wide band of naked skin -- a clip-on navel ring adorned that -- above the waistband of my skirt. Said skirt was in black leather and not much wider than that exposed strip of flat and suntanned tummy; it just managed to conceal my lacy black panties but only if I remained standing up straight.

My legs were bare, no stockings or tights; it was late-summer and I'd picked-up a good suntan by now. I say bare, but my spike heeled black sandals were in the gladiator stile, their cross straps reaching almost to my knees. I looked hot and I needed to; I wanted Russell to forget all about his fiance and what was or was not... appropriate behaviour, the moment he caught sight of me.

Having confirmed all was as it should be, I stepped out onto the landing, turned on the light and positioned myself close beneath but just to one side of it; so its full glow would be highlighting my face and tits -- for the millionth time I wished those were bigger! I struck the pose that I'd practised, displaying the very best that I had to offer and only then did I call out to my brothers.

Alistair and Angus were playing some computer game in their own bedroom, which was next door to my own; I'd spent the last hour listening to the bangs and booms as they'd shot the virtual shit out of each other. It took me two further shouts before their guns fell silent and I heard them moving towards the door.

I was a realist and already knew that when my brothers were asked for their opinion, the answers would be disparaging, snide and conclude in laughter. But that didn't matter, I wouldn't be listening to what they said, I'd be concentrating on their eyes, with maybe a quick glance toward the crotches; those wouldn't be able to hide whether or not I looked... fuckable.

When Angus and Ali stumbled out onto the landing, their immediate response was open-mouthed silence. I looked back and forth between the two of them and gently crooned "Well... What do you think; do you like it?" Watching their eyes -- both the glints therein and direction that they gazes swung -- suggested that they did... A lot!

It was a good ten seconds before I got a reply, the boys glanced at each other before turning to meet my gaze and replied almost together: "A Right Slut!! A Total Whore!" Those appellations were voiced so closely together that I couldn't discern who said which; in that moment I didn't care, those words coupled with their lewd grins and tented jeans were all the answer that I needed.

In celebration, I struck a few more poses for their delectation and that was where things went wrong. My performance didn't last above a minute; but it was raunchy and I revelled in the leering stares and crude comments of my brothers; those concluded with a long and silent glance being exchanged between Ali and Angus.

Ali and Angus often display an almost telepathic understanding, seeming to knowing exactly what the other's thinking; I guess this was one of those moments. There wasn't a word spoken -- other than my repeatedly screamed "No! Stop it!" - as my brothers grabbed me, roughly bundled me back into my bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

Sure, the reaction I'd been aiming for was a... 'forget about my fiance, and what is or isn't acceptable and appropriate behaviour', but that was Russell, not my own brothers! I fought like the devil but it was a wasted effort, individually, either one of my brothers is big enough and strong enough to overpower me, the two combined did so in just a few seconds.

For the most part I remained silent during the brief struggle, that followed; though I do recall shouting "No you Bastard!" when Angus snatched at my top.

That cry was more than half drowned-out as the fragile fabric tore apart in Angus' hand and he growled "Nice tits Megan". I missed Alistair's snarled reply, but the lads' laughter was clear enough.

My lacy panties went in much the same way, though it was me who shredded those: When Ali pushed a hand inside them, I jerked my pelvis and they tore across the front completely, leaving the remains to dangle like a rag from the elastic waistband. That of course exposed my pussy, a revelation which Ali heralded with a "Fuck me bro! Meg's shaved her pussy... we were right about her being a slut."

By then Angus was groping - he was being far too rough to describe it as fondling - my boobs, while telling me and I suppose Alistair too, that I had: "Sweet tits... Not big, but definitely sweet." In response -- I presume -- to Alistair reporting on my shaved pussy, Angus leant over to look, which was when I tried to close my legs... Too late, Ali's knee was wedged between my thighs.

That intruding knee, in conjunction with Angus having now got both of my hands gripped in his left one and pinned above my head, ensured that I could offer no defence when Ali's hands moved in to explore my pussy more closely. I twisted, writhed and squealed my disapproval through gritted teeth; all that got me was another round of laughter from my brothers.

The sound of that laughter rose louder still a moment later: Alistair jammed two fingers deep into my pussy and in the instant my disapproving squeal ceased; replaced by a groan which spoke of nothing beyond accommodation and complicity. That groan was followed by another comment from Ali "The little slut's soaking... Absolutely ripe for some cock."

Alistair's fingers spiralled their way out before plunging into me for a second time. That incursion ensured that rather than my disputing Ali's assertion, my only response was another of those feral groans... Even to my own ears that groan suggested 'Ooooh, yes please'. A suggestion no doubt reinforced by the ease with which my thighs opened when Ali pushed them apart.

That action did garner some dispute, though shamelessly it didn't come from me. It was Angus enquiring: "So how come you get first crack at Megan? And don't try saying 'cos you're older... we should toss a coin at least."

"What you worried about? There's more than enough of Megan to go around; you get to have her mouth first... that'll stop her screaming and then we can swap round after a few minutes." That suggestion garnered what sounded to be a grunt of approval from Angus; more pertinently, though shamefully... I liked the sound of it too.

Any lingering notion that I might be an unwilling participant was dispelled a few seconds later: Almost as one, both Alistair and Angus released their grips on me and began tearing off their own clothes. Could I have made an escape? Probably not; but I didn't even try... Instead I lay patiently on the bed, not even lowering my arms from the pillow above my head.

l say patiently, but even that's not quite true: In a moment which drew yet another round of laughter and a brusque "Like I said before... Total Whore." I'd lifted my bum from the mattress, gyrated my hips and whimpered 'Come on you two... Hurry-up.'

That enthusiasm wavered when I caught sight of Angus' cock; it was fucking huge! I tried sitting upright to get a view of Ali's, but Angus caught me by the hair as I rose and forced the end of that fat shaft between my lips. Rather than sight, I got my answer via touch: Two seconds later, I felt Alistair's cock penetrate my pussy and gave a sigh of relief... Substantial, but not the weapon which Angus packed.

Alistair didn't last long; I suspect that fucking your sister trips a few extra switches... Being fucked by your brothers certainly does! Ali pulled out of me abruptly, squawking "I'm gonna come." as he did so. An instant later Ali's hand was in my hair, he jerked me roughly around and pushed his sticky cock into my mouth; my squeal of pain was matched by Angus' one of loss.

Alistair's grip on my hair remained firm and as he pumped cum into my mouth he was apologising to Angus "Sorry bro, but it snuck-up on me and I didn't dare unload into Megan"

"I'd been thinking about that too... Never mind, I was about ready for a piece of that juicy cunt anyway."

"You'll enjoy it... Nice and tight, but slippery as fuck." That got the butterflies fluttering in my belly; if Alistair had thought me 'tight' how the hell was I going to accommodate Angus?

I was still contemplating that when Alistair continued "Megan's a pretty accomplished cock-sucker too isn't she... I'm betting that we're not the first in there either." That resulted in a further round of laughter and as that faded I felt Angus' cock nuzzling through my vulva.

I pushed myself free of Alistair's cock to appeal "Go slowly Angus; you're big, so don't hurt me with it..." I heard a grunt of what I hoped was understanding, before adding "And I'm on the pill; so it's OK to come inside me." Had I said that for Angus' benefit or my own?

Angus was... considerate, it took him the best part of a minute to feed that massive rod inside of me. It was a stretch, but not unbearably painful. I certainly voiced plenty of gasps, groans and moans as Angus worked his way in, but there were no squeals or screams; then again, with Alistair's cock now inside my mouth -- he was going much deeper than Angus had -- I didn't get much opportunity to.

Accommodating Angus wasn't easy, but wow! It was worth the effort, Once fully home Angus began ploughing -- though still sedately -- in and out and I orgasmed within ten strokes; to give him his due, Alistair had left me... well primed before Angus ever started. My capitulation -- not unexpectedly -- drew yet another round of cheers and laughter from my brothers.

By the time Angus climaxed I was very close to a second orgasm; his cum hosing into me tipped me over the edge. By then I could feel Alistair beginning to stiffen inside my mouth and suspected that I wasn't going to get -- nor in all honesty did I want! - much respite before I got fucked again.

That expectation, along with the latest round of ribald cheers and laughter from Angus and Alistair was curtailed by the sound of clapping hands. All three of us turned in the direction of the noise and found ourselves face to face with our Aunt Heather. Heather was casually leant against the door frame, how long had she been stood there watching?

Both boys pushed themselves away from me; Alistair with such urgency that he landed in an untidy heap on the floor, while Angus and I landed side by side on the bed. Angus, indeed Ali too when he eventually lifted his head, were as white as sheets, so disconcerted by Heather's intrusion I feared one or both might throw up.

Heather was silent and wearing a frighteningly stern expression, but I was able to see beyond that, to the fiery sparkle dancing in her eyes. "Am I glad to see you Auntie Heather; I was afraid that these two might fuck me to death... But I'm betting that you won't mind helping me to carry the load?"

I'm not sure which I enjoyed the more; the wicked smile which spread across Auntie Heather's face, or those expressions of complete discombobulation which appeared on Angus and Alistair's

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6. Seduced in the Bathroom.

A half an hour's drive and I was still raging when I pulled up in the pickup-truck outside our front door; it was just after half-nine in the morning. Progress on my current project had ground to a halt yesterday for the lack of some Hilti-nails, so I'd phoned up the Builder's Merchant to order those and even paid extra to have them delivered to my house at the end of the day.

Having spent the night sat on the hallway table, those nails were still sitting there now; my two sons and I having driven down to Lochgilphead this morning without one of us picking them up. I'd raged at Alistair and Angus -- I'd left them on site doing some odd jobs and clearing-up -- but knew damned well that it my own fault as much as theirs.

The house was silent when I went through door; I knew my wife Roma was going into Inveraray grocery shopping and to visit her mother and I assumed that our daughter Megan was still tucked-up in bed? No criticism of Meg though, while home from college for the summer, she was working harder than either of her brothers and probably me too.

Megan had got herself a job at the George Hotel, doing pretty much everything: Barmaid, waitress, occasional cook, she even cleaned and changed the guest rooms when they were busy. Even regular work schedule was midday until nine, six days a week, but that often became seven and if the bar were busy she'd work through until midnight or even later.

On those nights Megan usually bunked-up with her friend Kylie who was also working at he George, but 'living-in'; Kylie came from Aberdeen or somewhere that direction. Otherwise, as had happened last night - I'd been awoken by the car's lights at about 01:15 - the hotel's manager arranged and paid for a taxi to get Megan home safely.

Having found those damned Hilti-nails, I sat the pick-up's keys on top of them -- no chance of my forgetting them again -- and continued on up the stairs to the bathroom; I was bursting for a leak. Having relieved myself, I was still tucking my cock away again as I turned to my right to exit the bathroom, when I heard the sound of the shower's spray.

My head snapped around to the left and I was eye to eye with my daughter; Megan was standing naked beneath the cascading water. Other than a shaved pussy -- Megan looks young for her age and that... fashion statement only exaggerated the fact -- Megan is the spitting image of her mother at the same age: A tall, slim-hipped redhead with small but perky tits.

Besides that shaven pussy, several other things about Megan's naked form caught my attention, most especially the ease with which I got to see it: Had Megan alerted me with a squeal as she spun around to face the corner of the shower stall, I would've seen nothing beyond her pert little bum; but Megan had remained facing directly toward me.

Alternatively, Megan could have lifted one arm up and across her boobs -- they aren't very big after all -- while spreading her other hand across her groin to at least... minimise her display. Megan wasn't doing that either; her hands were moving across and around her breasts and pussy, but in ways which drew my attention to them, rather than obscuring them.

Finally and perhaps most especially, was the shower's spray, still flowing so alluringly over Megan's naked form: I hadn't failed to hear it as I'd walked into the bathroom, it hadn't be running! Sure, Megan had already been in the shower and I'd not noted her presence; but if she'd waited for a few more seconds, I would've left again without ever having seen her!

Our current situation might've started 'purely by accident' but it was a series of very deliberate acts -- by Megan! - which had turned a molehill into a mountain. Perhaps an apt analogy given the way I'd felt my cock grown and harden during those few seconds of contemplation; a hardening which the teasing smile now spreading over Megan's face suggested she'd noticed too.

When Megan moved forward, I was slow to react - by accident or design? - and still remained stationary and silent as Megan stepped out of the shower. It wasn't until Megan's fingers wrapped around my cock that I finally responded and even that was no more than a shudder and a bestial growl in my throat; until then I'd forgotten that my prick was still exposed.

Megan's hand began stroking back and forth along my shaft immediately while her smile became lewdly salacious and she crooned "Oooh sweet; I like the look... and feel, of that one." Together those had my legs trembling and triggered another round of contemplation and comparison too:

When Roma had first seen my cock, she'd been terrified, but Megan didn't appear fazed by it in the least. I wasn't sufficiently naïve to think my daughter still virgin -- Megan had been away in Edinburgh for the last year! - but I'm very well hung and I doubted that she would've handled its match; the only one I'd seen belonged to my son Angus and I doubted Megan had seen that.

I was still considering the who/where/when of Megan's casual acceptance, when she settled onto her knees, flicked my cock-head with her tongue to collect the droplet of pre-cum atop it and then slipped that and the first inch of my shaft into her mouth. 'Slipped' is perhaps an exaggeration, I saw Megan's lips stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

That said, Megan still managed to find enough space within her mouth to move her tongue; that now circled and teased at the base of my helmet; it's taken her mother months to master that trick! My hands dropped onto Megan's shoulders; not in an effort to stop her, but my legs now trembled so much that I needed the support.

Megan's tongue continued to circulate and her cheeks were pumping around me too; Megan even managed to take me deeper, her teeth lightly closed onto and scraped along my shaft as she did so, my daughter was no stranger to sucking cock! The portion of my shaft Megan couldn't accommodate wasn't ignored either, her fingernails teased at that and my tightening scrotum too.

I'm guessing that Megan continued for a couple of minutes, throughout I managed nothing beyond gasps, groans and more of those bestial growls. Megan then pressed herself away from me and unfastened my belt and jeans, those she pushed down to my knees in the same motion which saw her rise back onto her feet.

Having regained those and delivered me of another lewd smile, Megan's hand flicked at the seat and lid of the toilet beside me. The clatter from that was still ringing in my ears when Megan quietly but distinctly instructed me to "Sit." I complied -- still silent -- in the instant and not two seconds later Megan's right leg swung across to straddle my thighs.

Megan's hand had regained its hold on my cock even as her leg was swinging and soon after I felt the tip of my cock brushing against the damp portal of Megan's pussy as her knees bent and she settled atop me. I recall hoping in that moment that Megan was damp enough... In the befuddlement of Megan's... blitzkrieg, I'd not laid a finger upon her.

As my crown slipped through Megan's vulva I sensed that she perhaps was, though not for the aggressive descent she attempted a moment later. That came to an abrupt halt with barely three inches of my cock inside in her tight channel, an arrest which drew a sharp, almost adolescent sounding screech from Megan's lips.

And finally I found my own voice, though deplorably that wasn't to shout 'stop' or even enquire as to what my daughter thought she was doing. No, I raised a hand to reassuringly stroke Megan's damp hair and whispered "Easy Meg; Just lower your weight onto my cock, then give your hips a shimmy; leave it for a few seconds, then lift and go again... It'll get there, just take it slowly."

Megan heeded my words and over the next minute or so her pussy steadily engulfed ever more of my swollen cock. There was the occasional squeal and yelp from Meg, but for the most part it was a steady stream of gasps and moans which matched my own; actually, I'd fallen silent by the end... my mouth now busy working on Megan's nipples.

I even remained silent at the end; I felt the moist softness of Megan's young pussy finally reach the base of my cock an arrival she confirmed with a soft gasp and then "Mmmmm, Oh fuck yessss." What more could I add to that anyway? My lips remained around Megan's nipples; those were both as hard as pebbles.

We sat unmoving for twenty, perhaps even thirty seconds; both content to wallow in the pleasure of our coupling. I was the one to crack first, I grasped Megan firmly by her hips, lifted her upward -- though not high enough to dislodge her nipple from my mouth - and then settled her back down onto my cock; that drew another "Mmmmm... Fuck yessss." from my daughter.

Each subsequent lift raised Megan a little higher and allowed her to descend a little faster; I think it was the third lift that forced me to relinquish that nipple. After a half dozen such penetrations my hands became redundant; Megan's hands had gravitated to my shoulders and she was doing the lifting and lowering -- though more like a 'drop' now -- for herself.

There followed perhaps another ten or a dozen of those, each feeling more aggressive than the last. Megan's final descent was to the accompaniment of a keening wail and I could feel her muscles -- including those of her pussy -- tensing and clenching as she did so. By the time Megan reached bottom she was taught as a bow-string and shaking like that proverbial leaf.

The sight of my daughter so visibly and volubly orgasming right in front of me was breathtaking, the ever changing expressions on her face distracting me finally from those firm breasts and bullet-hard nipples. I was intent and indeed content to simply watch her climax, but the sight of it along with Megan's cunt still clenching and pulsing around my shaft, put paid to that.

My own and unexpected climax arrived perhaps ten seconds after Megan's. In the two seconds before it culminated I managed to slip a hand beneath Megan's left buttock and lift her just enough to wedge my right hand in between us; the fingers of that I clenched vice-like around the base of my cock. The thump of semen hitting that pinch point was sufficient to leave me gasping.

It was perhaps a further ten seconds before Megan had sufficiently recovered herself to understand what I'd done and why; when comprehension arrived she burst out laughing "Oh you don't have to worry Dad, I'm on the pill,"

My reply arrived through teeth that were clenched almost as tightly as those fingers around my cock: "Contraceptive pills aren't one hundred percent Megan and you're my..." I didn't finish, I couldn't say the word.

That sensation of embarrassment, shame, even perhaps regret wasn't shared by my daughter; Megan released another peal of laughter. That stopped an instant later and Megan's expression turned more serious, as she slipped off my lap and returned to her knees on the floor beside me; pushing my cinching hand aside Megan grasped my cock with her own.

Megan looked up and our eyes met, a second or so later that serious look on Megan's face morphed into the most wickedly lewd one I'd seen her wear yet. An instant after that the gaze was broken; Megan's head dipped, her mouth engulfed my cock for a second time and those fingers around its base eased their grip and stroked upward along my shaft.

My eruption was immediate and explosive; I roared like a wild animal and grabbed Megan roughly by her hair, holding my daughter in place while spewing gouts of backed-up semen into her pretty little mouth. Megan couldn't cope with it all, I saw the overspill dribbling down her chin and felt it dripping from there onto my thighs.

Though I released my grip on Megan's hair in the instant my frenzied lust subsided, she remained there anyway; her mouth on my cock head and fingers still massaging its shaft. Megan only released them when I'd been drained and cleaned to her satisfaction; whereafter her head sank lower still to lick around the base of my shaft and even clean-up those droplets that'd landed on my thighs.

With that concluded Megan bounced back to her feet, that wickedly teasing smile she'd been wearing to begin with was firmly back in place. "I need to finish my shower and catch the eleven o'clock bus into work and you need to get back to Lochgilphead before Angus and Ali start enquiring why you've taken so long... Neither of us wants that do we."

Megan was back under the still running shower spray a moment later; this time she was pointedly facing away from me. I tried starting a discussion, but really couldn't come up with anything to say; there was lots that needed saying, but the words wouldn't form. In the end all I managed was "This has to be our secret Meg... Nobody can know about it... Not ever."

That earned me a casual wave over Megan's shoulder, but no verbal response. I took that wave to be in the affirmative... What other choice had I? After fastening my pants, I clumped down the stairs, grabbed my keys and headed for the front door; I was through that and half a dozen steps towards my pick-up truck before realising that I'd again forgotten that box of bloody Hilti-nails!

7. Secrets unearthed and revealed in the Master Bedroom.

My wife Roma and I had driven to Glasgow for a concert on Saturday afternoon; our intention being to stay overnight and return on the Sunday. We arrived to discover that the hotel had 'double booked' our room and had no others available. Neither we, nor the hotel could find us another hotel room within our budget, so our plans changed.

Actually, we probably could have, but we were already late and if I couldn't drop off the car at a suitable hotel ahead of the concert -- so that I could have a drink -- there wasn't much point in staying over; I could drive back home in a couple of hours anyway. That decision made, we enjoyed the gig and soon after one in the morning we were pulling to a stop outside our cottage.

I parked right outside the front door, rather than in my usual spot around the end of the house; if I'd gone there I would've seen Roma's sister's car parked-up and perhaps had one less surprise? What saw me stopping were all the lights; it seemed as if every light in the house was burning and once the pick-up door opened I could hear music in the air.

That music told me our eldest son Alistair was home; he's the Bruce Springsteen fan. Roma suggested the kids might be hosting a party while we were away, but I soon scotched that suggestion... Where were all the cars? Our place is too far from Inveraray, or indeed anywhere else for their friends to have walked.

Once inside the house we found the ground floor deserted, but heard voices and laughter from upstairs and headed up those to investigate. Roma was leading the way, but stopped about three-quarters of the way up the stairs and threw me a questioning look. I knew what was bothering Roma -- the sounds were coming from our bedroom! - but I'd no more idea than she.

I shrugged my shoulders by way of reply and we continued upward; but perhaps a little more slowly and quietly. Roma paused at the door for a few seconds, then swung it open and stepped through; I followed, but after only a couple of strides almost ran into the back of Roma, she'd stopped dead in her tracks and released a yelp of... let's call it surprise.

Looking to my right I could see our younger son Angus sat upright on our bed, his back propped against the headboard. Not something I hadn't never seen before, but the first time I could recall seeing him sat there naked. More startling yet was the sight of his equally naked Aunt Heather, knelt between his open legs, sucking his cock.

In the normal course of events I might've gone off the deep end, screaming and shouting at them both, but most especially Heather; Angus is only eighteen, but Heather's... old enough to know better. But my world is no longer 'normal', only a couple of months ago it had been my own cock in Heather's mouth... And her pussy too.

I've no doubt that my silence stemmed from concerns about that encounter; I didn't want to risk Heather replying with any mention that day in Roma's presence. Though the response I got was perhaps almost as bad: While Heather was facing away from me and... occupied, Angus saw us as we stepped through the door and it was his abruptly pushing Heather off his cock which caught her attention.

Looking back over her shoulder, Heather's face split in a wickedly salacious smile when she spotted me, before enquiring "What are you two doing here, I thought you were spending the night in Glasgow?"

I muttered an explanation about our hotel room already being occupied on arrival, which drew another wicked smile from Heather and then: "And now you get home to find it's the same here... We would've aired the room and changed the bedding before you got back tomorrow; but this was the only bed in the house that's big enough for us all."

Angus was still sat at the head of the bed, frantically trying and failing, to cover his still erect cock with his hands. Having seen the direction that my gaze had strayed, Heather added: "With that weapon between Angus' legs, there's no doubting whose son he is." That comment concluded with another of those peals of laughter.

I'm not sure which of Heather's comments was the one to have me turning to look in the opposite direction: Was I searching for Roma to see if she'd heard and understood the significance of that quip about Angus' cock? Or was it the bed being big enough not for the 'two of us', but 'for us all'? I'd not heard a sound from Roma since that yelp.

Roma hadn't moved, she was open-mouthed, white as a sheet and silently staring in the other direction. My own view was blocked by the open door; I needed to take another step forward to see what was holding Roma's rapt attention. Having taken that step, I too fell silent and perhaps my own mouth fell open as well?

Our daughter Megan was knelt on the floor beside Roma's dressing table her arms resting for support on the seat of its matching chair; like Heather, Megan too was naked. Attention grabbing in itself; but knelt immediately behind Megan was her elder brother Alistair and whilst I couldn't see where his cock was buried -- was it Meg's bum? - it was undoubtedly in his sister!

Making that vision yet more Kafkaesque, while Alistair's eyes were terror filled and firmly locked onto his mother, his hips were still -- albeit slowly -- moving; as he continued to fuck his sister. Like Roma, I was lost for words and similarly unable to move; it was my smiling -- just as wickedly as her Aunt! - daughter who disturbed the tableau:

Megan's eyes were locked onto her mother's and Megan maintained that bond as she levered herself away from the chair and eagerly, yet silently gestured for Roma to take the seat. An evocative invitation in its own right, but when coupled with the licentious suggestion now evident on Megan's face -- mouth opened wide, with her tongue sticking out and lewdly circulating around her lips -- Megan's proposal was explicit.

Roma stood in silence for a further ten seconds at least and me too, I was awaiting the conniption fit that Roma was about to throw. When Roma yelped -- reminiscent of the one when she'd first entered the bedroom -- I assumed it was about to arrive. Instead Roma strode across the bedroom, hands scrabbling beneath her skirt as she did so; Roma's knickers were around her knees by the time she sat.

Megan then completed their removal, while Roma dragged her skirt up to her waist. For an instant I saw Roma's pussy between her splayed thighs, a sparkle of moisture evident in her pubic hair. That display was partially obscured when Megan's head sank between her mother's thighs and disappeared entirely when Roma dropped her skirt over her daughter's head and shoulders a moment later.

While Roma's skirt shrouded the... action, Roma's responses were clear for me and indeed everyone, to see and hear: That skirt had barely landed when Roma threw back her head and gasped; no more than a few seconds later and Roma's whole back arched, her legs, along with everything else tensing as she went rigid and howled her way through a powerful orgasm.

Other than Roma's keening wail the whole room remained silent, a silence that was only broken when Roma eventually relaxed and slumped back onto the chair with a further gasp and a series of shudders; that came from Heather: "Wow! Roma was in need of that; mind you, she always was responsive to a well directed tongue."

That broke my gaze and snapped my head around in Heather's direction; I guess she read my thoughts from the expression on my face: "Oh don't take it personally Craig; you guys try your best, but it's always a little different... and better, when it's another woman's tongue and fingers. We can sense what's needed and exactly where."

My attention was distracted before I could respond, this time by a squeal of obvious delight from my daughter; I swung my head left again -- It was like watching a tennis match! - to see that Alistair was now driving his cock more firmly into his sister... And this time I could see that it was definitely Megan's bum that his cock was reaming.

Roma was on the move again too; more relaxed than when I'd last seen her, but beneath the cloak of her mother's skirt, Megan was undoubtedly back to work between Roma's legs. I was again entranced until Heather's voice broke in: "I'm sure you'll get your turn, but there's no space for you over there at the moment Craig..."

Heather continued as I returned my attention to the bed; she was again speaking over her shoulder: "So you might as well get that cock out of your jeans before it bursts out itself; I've got a hole that's aching for some attention." In lewd emphasis of those words, Heather reached her hands behind herself and parted her buttocks.

Rather than revealing a tightly closed rosebud, the entrance to Heather's arse looked relaxed and... used; had one of my sons sampled that delight already? An adjacent trail of moisture ending at area of thigh stained with what could only be dried semen suggested that yes, one or perhaps even both lads had been there.

That discovery encouraged rather than deterred me from following suit. I'd never done anal before, Roma and my previous girlfriends had invariably knocked me back, deeming me 'too big' and being frightened to even try. I was immediately damned near tearing my pants off; wanting to limit Heather's opportunity to change her mind.

I needn't have worried, having briefly returned her attention to Angus' cock whilst I'd undressed, Heather's head swung around once more as I climbed onto the bed behind her. "Slow down, I'm not going to have second thoughts. I've wondered if I could handle you there since that day on the staircase, so I'm not going to pass-up this opportunity"

I returned Heather's grin and once again wondered at her ability to read my thoughts; was she a bloody witch? I shuffled up behind Heather and steered my cock -- that now so hard it was throbbing! - towards its target; in the moment it brushed against her bum Heather spoke again, though her head was now back in Angus' crotch, so her words were muffled:

"Don't worry about lubrication, I've already got plenty of that; but start slowly, you're way bigger than anything I've had in there before."

'Way bigger' suggested that perhaps only Alistair had fucked Heather's arse, Angus' cock is nearly as big as my own; that thought was confirmed by younger son's interjection: "What about me? You said you'd let me fuck you in the bum next; once you'd recovered from Alistair."

"Don't you worry either love, you'll get a turn Angus; but I'm betting that your dad's been yearning to try this for far longer than you have."

A moment later the head of my cock eased through the already stretched muscles of Heather's bum; that drew heavy gasp from her, but no scream. A second stroke was met by Heather's arse pushing back to meet me; two more -- Heather met those too -- and my full length was buried inside her; my penetration had been far from 'slowly', but that'd been Heather's choice not mine.

That fourth thrust had perhaps drawn a scream from Heather's lips; though with Angus' cock inside her mouth again, it came out as more of a gurgled squawk. Any concerns at that though were quashed, when Heather followed up with a growled "Oh fuck yessss... even better than I'd hoped."

With that green-light I began scything into Heather... fulfilling the ambition of a lifetime. I didn't get carried away mind; long steady strokes, keeping it easier for Heather, but equally (more?) importantly, ensuring that I didn't blow my load in ten seconds flat. I'm guessing Angus appreciated my self control too; his cock was again scything into Heather from the other end.

I'm guessing I managed three or four minutes inside Heather before we reached a shared crescendo; it'd probably have lasted longer without Angus' contribution. The sensation of sliding into Heather's arse changed slightly and I realised that Angus' fingers were now inside her pussy; teasing at Heather's clit even as I was boning her arse.

The combination of our twin attentions proved too much for Heather... She orgasmed quickly and hard. When Heather's body tensed in the throes of that climax, her bowel clenched around my cock and I too was lost; a bestial roar and I was belching semen into her arse not two seconds later. The noise of that shared climax must have carried across the room; I heard cheers from my wife and elder son.

I didn't get much opportunity to wallow in that climax though; Barely barely three seconds later Angus had squirmed out from, beneath his Aunt and roughly pushed me off her; I damned near fell off the bed! Angus then jerked Heather back onto her knees and rammed his own cock -- there was nothing gentle and controlled about that penetration! - into Heather's bum.

I know Heather had promised Angus that he'd 'get a turn', but I suspect that she hadn't intended giving, or more accurately his taking, that turn quite so soon. I was on the point of dragging Angus off Heather when for a second time the lady growled "Oh fuck yessss..." Though this time she concluded with "keep going Angus; fuck the arse off me!"

I settled back near the foot of he bed to recover myself and once again felt to be back at a tennis match: My head swivelled right and left as I watched my younger son ferociously pound his cock into his Aunt's bum, while my eldest son far less violently did similar to his sister. Meanwhile, Megan's head and her hands now too, remained buried beneath her mother's skirt.

While I couldn't see what Megan was doing under Roma's skirt, the material's movement and Roma's ever changing expression told the story. Roma was the first of the three to reach her climax, with Alistair following suit soon after; Megan's orgasm arrived only an instant later, perhaps her brother's semen flooding her bowel had tripped the final switch?

With those holding the bulk of my attention, I only heard rather than saw the culmination of Angus and Heather's coupling on the bed. Angus' roar was probably louder than even my own had been; it easily drowned-out Heather's more muted cry that she voiced a few seconds earlier... then again, it sounded as if her face might've been buried in the pillows at that point?

The first light of dawn was peeking through the curtains when we finally called a halt; I say 'we' but it was Roma who cried enough and instructed everyone into their own beds. Given that all four departed with little argument, I suspect that we'd all reached our limits by then. It did cross my mind that Heather didn't have a bed here, but it looked like she'd be welcome in whichever she chose.

While I wouldn't at the time have thought it possible, losing my anal virginity wasn't the most memorable moment of the night; that had come a half hour later: Roma was knelt on the bed astride Angus, having positioned herself to allow space for her sister and daughter to kneel on either side; Roma had a hand inside each of their pussies, while Alistair and I penetrated her bum and mouth.

I'd fucked both Roma and Megan before Roma called time and while I didn't get to enjoy either of them anally, I was confident that Roma at least would indulge me in the none too distant future. The kids were all heading off to college again the following week, so suspected that I might need to wait a while longer -- Christmas? - to sample Megan... She'd found even Alistair challenging.