Grandma's House

My family have lived in the same town, for more generations than anyone can remember. The house in question, is a large three storey, red brick, Victorian house. The middle one of three. It had been a terrace with more houses. The ones either side, had been bombed out during the war. It looked rather incongruous. Three tall houses, now flanked by more modern looking, lower buildings. Even how I came to be here is odd.

My My grandfather had died, some time ago. My parents would in the normal run of things, be in line to inherit the house, when grandma passed away. However, Dad had taken early retirement and he and Mum had emigrated. They told Gran, they didn't want the house. So, she had changed her will, to leave the house to me, as the only remaining, direct relative. I had no wish to go with Mum and Dad. I'm not good in the heat. The thought of spending the rest of my life, baking in the sun, didn't appeal. With nowhere left to go. I had brought what few possessions I had and moved in.

My name is Terry. I'm an only child. Nothing unusually had happened to me, as I grew up. I worked hard at school, went to university and got a job with a firm of architects, in the town where our family live. When I moved in, she had a companion living with her, a lady about her own age called Victoria, presumably named after the deceased queen.

I was around thirty when this happened. Gran greeted me when I arrived. Her name is Stella, born in the early years of the twentieth century, the Edwardian era. Her father had been the person responsible, for building what had then been a terrace.

I was given a bedroom on the middle floor at the back of the house, overlooking the garden. Grandma was in a large room over looking the road at the front. There was a bathroom and another room on this landing, which I presume belonged to Victoria. Rather cryptically, grandma had told me, that the house had lots of secrets, some I would find, others she would show me. That sounded interesting. I was curious. I began methodically exploring, when I had time.

I began at the top. The attic space was dusty and hung with cobwebs. It didn't look as if anyone had been up there for decades. A lot of toys from the 1960s and 70s. I suppose these must have belonged to my Dad. Old suitcases and trunks deep in dust. I went through them one a time. Some were empty. Others contained old blankets and sheets. One trunk took my interest. Really old female underwear. Stockings, the type held up by garter belts rather than suspenders. About half a dozen of said garters. Numerous corsets of different types. These weren't the sort, just to keep the figure constricted. They were silk and satin, with elaborate decoration. Not something to be covered by clothes. Did these belong to grandma? Apart from a few old chairs and table lamps, nothing of interest.

That was enough for one day. I needed a shower. Sadly, what I was faced with was a large cast iron roll top bath. Oh, well. At least I could get clean. I almost bumped into grandma as I came out.

"Are you getting used to it here?"

"Yes, a bit more old fashioned than where I came from but it looks nice. A shower would have been good but the bath gives you room to stretch out."

I didn't have time to look around more, until the following weekend. Nobody was using the top floor. However, it was still fully furnished. It didn't look as if anything had changed, since the house was built. Four rooms, all with Victorian furniture, mahogany and velvet everywhere. Unlike the attic, all of the rooms were spotlessly clean. I found out that, grandma had a cleaner come in once a week, to dust and vacuum. As with most rooms of this era, they were over full, compared to modern taste.

Initially, I didn't find any of the secrets I had been told about. All of the rooms looked as if a middle class Victorian family, had just left for the day. The most interesting of the rooms, was the one at the back, directly above mine. Similar to the others. Thickly embossed wallpaper in red. Long velvet curtains to match, hung beside the window. There was a wardrobe, a long button back day bed and a leather armchair. Most interesting, a wooden tripod, holding a brass and wooden camera. In the wardrobe, similar to the things in the trunk, elaborate satin dresses. Well, not exactly normal dresses. The skirt portion of three only covered the the back and both sides of the wearer. Two more, the front and two sides. Was the wearer's pussy or arse meant to be on show. A box in the bottom had lots of pairs of elbow length black silk gloves in it. There were several pairs of buttoned ankle length boots. The type that are done up using a hook.

I was curious. There were outfits, which hinted at something more than family portraits. Yet I'd found none of the pictures, which had been taken with the camera. Definitely a secret. Something for another day. I went down to the ground floor.

"Make us a pot of tea would you."

I went to the kitchen and put on the kettle. No mugs and teabags here. A pot, cups, saucers, a milk jug and sugar bowl, all carried on a silver tray.

"Having fun, looking around?" Gran asked.

"So far, yes. The attic was really grubby. The top floor is spotless. Is all of that down to you?"

"All of the furniture and decoration is from my parents time. A cleaner comes in from time to time, to keep it tidy."

"I do some dusting and polishing." Victoria added.

"Who do all of those dresses in the top floor wardrobe belong to?"

"They were my mother's." Gran said.

I raised an eyebrow. I must have looked rather shocked.

"One secret revealed. I'll let you find out more yourself. Keep searching." She said.

Not something I would expect from my grandmother. She was certainly not phased by what I had found. I had a thought, did my Dad know about this? He seemed pretty old fashioned and quiet about anything remotely rude or risqué. So perhaps not. Grandma's comment seemed to imply, that there may well be photographs. I just had to find them.

The following weekend, I resumed my efforts. The room with the camera didn't reveal anything. There was no indication of a hidden panel, or secret drawer in the wardrobe. The room above Gran's looked more promising. It was set up as a gentlemen's study. A leather armchair, a large desk and chair, plus several book cases. I had searched the desk drawers. Only what you would expect, sheets of paper, pens, ink and envelopes. Probably where my great grandfather wrote his letters. I had taken a quick look at the bookshelves. Lots of leather bound books. Novels, books on exploration, nature. Everything you would expect. I scanned each row and the structure of the bookcases. Ha!

A book with a single word, Mary, on the spine. The name of my great grandmother. I pulled it out. Leather bound like the rest, it looked like a hand written journal. I was just about to start reading, when something in the shelf caught my eye. A gold coloured ring, behind where the book had been. I removed the two books either side and pulled the ring. A whole section of the case moved. Three rows high and about three feet wide. I took hold of the wooden sides and pulled. I lifted out the section and placed it on the floor. Behind it, three large leather bound volumes, about twelve inches by nine and quite thick. I took them out and placed them on the desk.

I knew, from the fact that they were hidden, that this wouldn't be a series of family portraits, sat stiffly looking into the camera. Other than that, I didn't know what I would see. The books were numbered, so I opened number one. The pages, felt like cardboard, a paper frame, with a large photo slid behind it. The first three pictures, an almost naked lady. Just ankle boots stockings and garters, just above the knee. A nice body, well rounded, perhaps forty years old, difficult to tell. Her hairy pussy visible in the front and side shots. A nice bum in the rear shot. As I went on, she was dressed in the outfits I saw in the wardrobe. In some the top of the dress undone, holding her breasts towards the photographer. I'd no idea what my great grandmother looked like but from what gran had said this must be her.

People always assume that people in the Victorian era were reserved and starchy. It looked as if there was an undercurrent of sexual behaviour, in some places. The second album was a bit more shocking, than the first. A naked man, combed back hair and a handlebar moustache. A decent erection displayed for the camera. As the album went on. He was pictured sucking another man's cock and getting fucked in the arse. He was also pictured with what I assumed was my great grandmother, she sucking his cock and getting fucked in her pussy and arse. The resolution from these large plate cameras was pretty good. Certainly better than most cheap modern SLRs. So if that was great grandfather, he was bisexual.

Album three started with a young woman, naked in the same three poses as the first album. Smaller breasts and bottom, more sparse pubic hair. Moving on, she was bent over, anus on view. Great grandfather, his penis doing her anally, followed by an even older man doing the same. The final few shots, what looked like three generations. Presumably the older man's wife, with great grandfather in her arse and pussy. Behind me,

"Not going to have a wank."

"Gran."

"Me and Victoria do. When I first showed her, she couldn't stop. Yes, that's me. Dad and granddad doing me in the bum. Pretty painful. Shocked?"

"Just a bit. So great granddad was in the middle album."

"Yes, mother made him do it. He did us, so she wanted someone to bugger him. He got to like it. He would ejaculate a lot."

"Does Dad know all of this?"

"No. We could tell early on, he wasn't at all curious about the top floor. He had a quick look round but wasn't bothered. No enquiring mind. Unlike you. He hardly ever had a wank. Not like you do."

"What?"

"Put those back. Take the journal, that will make your hair curl. Look."

She went to the wall, a connecting wall to the house next door. Behind a picture, a glass plate or screen and what looked like the end of a horn. She looked through and invited me to do the same. A view into the room of the neighbour.

"There are a series of lenses, to magnify things. You can hear through the horn. They were installed when the houses were being built. Every room to the neighbours and from each internal corridor or landing into the rooms. Some of the external ones have been blocked off by decoration but most are hidden behind ventilation grills, in dado rails and the like. Me and Victoria take turns watching you in the bathroom and rubbing yourself in bed."

"There's not much I can say to that."

"You can watch us if you like. We masturbate or lick fanny most days."

I was stood open mouthed.

"Us old folk need relief too you know. Dad did Victoria after the time of the pictures. She loves it in the bum. Her husband was delighted. I'm not so bothered. I'm sure she would love a go with that thing of yours."

I put the book shelf back together. She took my hand and almost dragged me downstairs. She poured out three glasses of whisky and sat me down. I sank it in one. She poured me another. I put the book on the coffee table.

"Oh, you'll like that. I had about a hundred orgasms reading it. I get my bottom done, in the later pages." Victoria said.

She went on to say how much she liked watching me and the number of times I came. She loved the viewing options. Although she had now moved out, one of the women next door, would have a different bloke almost every night. She was really loud too. You didn't really need the horn. The woman on the middle floor on the other side slaps and beat her husband's penis.

"Have you two been at it all this time?"

Gran explained that they had been friends since they were young. Victoria lived in one of the houses, which had been bombed. They would sneak up to the top floor and look through the keyhole. They didn't know about the spy lenses. When she was of age, she was brought into the room. Her father and grandfather had rogered her bum, while her mother masturbated her to an orgasm. Victoria had wanted to do it too but was a couple of years younger. The matriarch Mary wouldn't hear of it, until she reached majority. She told me that anal was a way for the men to have sex, without risking pregnancy. No contraception back then. Only the married women of the family, were fucked in the fanny. She had no qualms about using sexual slang. Mary always insured that the women would be satisfied too. The man who had sex with her father was a distant relative, a single man.

When she and Victoria had married, the two couples had moved to the other side of town but continued where they left off. Next, a shock,

"It's possible my husband is actually your grandfather." Victoria said.

The four of them spent many nights together, to the point where the parentage of the next generation was uncertain. Gran had moved back in when her parents had died. Both my grandfather, or who I though was my grandfather and Victoria's husband had died. Victoria moved in as company for Stella. Although, as it appeared it was so much more than that.

"Most of the men our age either can't get it up or have passed away. Not many younger men, are going to be interested in our skinny, wrinkly bodies. So we masturbate and give each other orgasms. All the better if someone next door is getting it." Gran said.

"My god." Was all I could say.

I poured a third whisky, picked up the journal and headed to my room. I had a lot on my mind. The whisky had taken effect and I fell asleep on my bed fully clothed. I woke up feeling pretty rough. I think the shots must have been too big. My head hurt. I went to the bathroom, had a pee and splashed a load of cold water on my face. I went back to my room, pulling aside a picture, I found my viewing port. It was hard to tell if it had been decorated over, as it was dark. I'd check again later.

I picked up the journal and began to read.

Mary's Journal

Mother and Father have given me this journal, to record my thoughts and experiences. Today is my eighteenth birthday. I am to be invited to the dining room, this evening. I am aware of what this means. Unable to sleep one night, I heard noises from downstairs. I crept to the dining room door. Peeping through the gap, mother was face down on the table. Father and grandfather plunged their things into her fanny and bum. A maid pulled me away, so that I wasn't found out. Today, something like this will happen to me.

Last evening, mother took me from my room, naked save for my stockings and garters. She had me bend over the dining table, as I had seen her. She applied some lotion, or other substance to my bottom. Father approached me from behind. His appendage entered my person. I yelled. It was uncomfortable. Mother quieted me. He removed himself and grandfather replaced him. He moved within me, letting out a strange noise. I felt some fluid entering my bum.

I heard them leave the room. Mother said that I had done well. Women of the family, unless married, would only allow men to enter them in this fashion. If married and not wishing to have a baby, I should do the same.

If there were years of these notes, I could see why Victoria rubbed her clit so much. It was starting to get light. I tried the viewing portal, I could now see something. The edge of a decorative vent cover. It looked like a middle aged couple sleeping. I replaced the picture and went down to make coffee. No sign of anyone. I was just sitting down to drink when Victoria appeared. I offered her some, from the pot I'd made but she went to make some tea.

"Did you have a good night?" She asked.

"Not really. Too much whisky, it gave me a headache. I woke up too early. I started reading the Journal."

"Great isn't it?"

"Interesting, certainly. How long does it cover?"

"I've not read it for a while but decades, from what I remember. There are big gaps. Did you have a wank?"

"Really? No. I was just reading."

"Good, I didn't miss anything."

"Are you two really like this all of the time?"

"Why shouldn't we be. Young people get to fuck all of the time. We have to make do. Stella's still asleep. She had four orgasms last night, thinking about what might happen."

"Do you two always talk like this?"

"Sometimes worse. We have learned a lot of good language from he neighbours."

I was still feeling rough from the whisky. I still had yesterday's clothes on. I went upstairs and ran a bath. I locked the door but wondered if it was worth it, if there was a view from outside but I did my bit. I just lay there and soaked. Would one, or both of the grey haired perverts be watching. If so, was that all they did. I got out of the bath, rubbing myself dry, facing the door, presuming that someone would be there. What did I care. I went to get dressed. No sign of anyone but the running of the bath, would have alerted both of them. I realised I hadn't had any breakfast but I didn't feel like it. Lunch would do. Nothing was said when Gran appeared. We ate lunch and the two of them went shopping for the afternoon.

I did a bit more exploring. Was the room I had thought was Victoria's, occupied at all. It seemed to be, clothes in the wardrobe, a picture on the bedside table. Her husband? Nothing out of the ordinary. I took a cup of coffee out to the garden, for a breath of fresh air.

The only room I hadn't been in was Gran's. I had a bit of time, any secrets? The bed unmade, indentations in both pillows. Nothing of note in the bedside cupboards. What was her view of. I lifted the painting, a very plush and stylish room. I wonder who slept there? If the camera room was anything to go by, where would things be? This was the only room I had seen, with wood panels below the dado rail. I pushed at various intervals. Next to the bedside cupboard, a whole panel opened. My god. On a shelf, two dildos but not like anything I had ever seen, made leather, ancient. One about 8 inches and penis girth the other much thinner.

Below, a book. A bit like an old scrapbook. Pictures of gran with granddad. Each with a few words written below. Three orgasms. In the bum twice. Edgar and Stephen do me together. Granddad and Victoria's husband? Probably, based on the photo on the other bedside table.

"Naughty boy. Looking at your grandmother getting fucked in both holes..... I really miss those days."

"Me too. The two of them together were great." Said Victoria.

"You don't use those dildos do you."

"Of course not. Imagine the germs. Family heirlooms."

Too late to be embarrassed now. I continued flicking through. The two women on their backs, large cucumbers inserted in each pussy. The comment, 8 inches me, 9 Victoria.

"Those things were fat. Dirty sods wanked their cocks and shot cum all over us." Victoria said.

Shots of them with swapped partners, sucking cock, fucking and doing anal. All with little comments below. I closed the book and put it back. There was not a speck of dust anywhere in the cupboard. They must be using it regularly. I closed the door.

"We're just as skinny as in those. A lot more wrinkly and saggy. We shave our fannys now. A lot better, not getting pubic hair in your mouth."

"Bloody hell Gran. Tone it down a bit."

"Why. At my age what do I care. Not what you expected from me? Well life is full of surprises. You thought you would be here, with a little old lady, who sat around knitting all day and had tea parties for her equally old and boring friends. You won the lottery. Two old birds who liked fucking and still get off regularly. Your Dad would probably have a heart attack. I think your Mum would be a lot more interested."

"For fucks sake."

"It's true. She caught us one day. She didn't immediately run away. She gave us a grin and a wink, later when we came downstairs."

"Can we call a halt for today. I need some dinner. It would be good to be able to eat without talking about fannys and arses."

After what was, for this house, a relatively quiet evening. I went for a bath to chill out. Another day that made my head spin. I suppose I shouldn't have gone looking but once you get the bug, discovering new things becomes a thrill in itself. Was there more to find? I continued to dry my back, exposing the front of me to the viewing point. I presumed they watched me regularly. I resisted watching or looking at them. I'd never considered myself as a lover of mature women. I'd had a couple of girlfriends but working long hours on big projects put paid to them. At the moment, I was in a hiatus.

9.30. I tried the view to next door. The couple I had seen sleeping were walking about the room naked. Both could have done will losing some weight. He had a fairly large beer belly, big bollocks, in it's soft state, not much of a cock. He looked to have been shaved. She had huge saggy tits almost resting on a belly, rivalling her husbands. The overhang hiding a view of her pussy. She sat on the edge of the bed. He stood before her. Through the sound tube,

"Suck that cock, make me hard, grab my big balls."

From what I could see, he was about average size, when she got him hard.

"Lay back, I'm going to suck that huge pussy and cute little clit."

She followed the instruction. She too was shaved. His description of her vulva looked apt, large labia and a vagina that looked large enough, to take any size of insertion. He put his head between her legs, while maintaining his erection, with one hand. She screamed out a couple of orgasms. He pulled away. She got on her hands an knees, large tits and belly hanging down. Not exactly erotic.

"Fuck my cunt. Fuck it hard."

He did as he was told. Her flabby arse slapped and rippled as he pounded into her. Not bad for someone in his shape.

"Here it comes."

"Thumb."

He appeared to shove his thumb into her arsehole. They both grunted and groaned repeatedly as they collapsed. on the bed. OK, not the best looking couple but I had to admit, I was beginning to see the attraction. I had an erection, so it must have done something for me. I picked up the journal and flicked through some more sections.

I join mother and father regularly in the dining room. Father releases his stuff in my bottom as grandfather did. It comes out into the chamber pot, making rude noises.

A visit from great uncle Roger. Just mother and me. Did father know? He unbuttoned his breaches and huge erection sprung out. Mother lay on her back, atop the table. He pushed his thing into her vagina. She gasped. He moved backwards and forwards. Mother touched her fingers below her curly hair and screamed. I was scared. She smiled. I was bent over the table. I was expecting the intrusion. Would such a big thing fit. Mother applied the usual easing ointment. Her hand was at my vagina. She rubbed me, like she did for herself. It felt nice. A stab of pain as he entered my person. My god, the feeling. My bottom expanded. Mother's hand brought forth a feeling of ecstasy as the huge member flooded my bottom.

My hand had been rubbing my cock as I read. Pre cum ran down my shaft and was pooling in my pubes. I rubbed my index finger and thumb directly onto my slick knob. Huge jets of cum shot up my body, more than I had done in ages. My back arched and I shook.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

A noise outside the door, at least one of them had watched me. Cleaning myself up took three tissues. I lay there thinking about what I had done. I'd just cum thinking about my great grandmother, getting anal sex from one of her relations. Fucked up or what. Even so, I flicked through a few more pages. Much the same. She had sucked Roger's cock and he had cum in her mouth. She hated the taste. Moving on, she had married.

Edward had intercourse with my vagina but I made him withdraw. I aimed his thing at my bottom. He seemed confused but did it. Too early to make a baby. Lots of stuff leaked out. He was very excited.

There seemed to be a long gap. I presumed that gran had arrived and the journal took a back seat for a while.

Stella is becoming curious. Still too young to bring into our fun. Her body slim and firm. It won't be long. Fitted for my new dresses. These allow gentlemen access and a view of my bottom and furry nest. Edward was incredibly elated with the results. He has started to show some interest in other men's appendages. I noticed him taking sly glances, when we have guests. Cousin Dorothy and her husband, George, joined us. They married for the sake of propriety. She has a female lover. Edward took George in his mouth a very erotic scene. Worthy of preservation. George has much experience with men. He took Edward in the bottom for a considerable duration. Edward spent profusely with his orgasm. In the aftermath, he admitted to enjoying it immensely.

I flicked through more entries, gran's initiation and that of Victoria. Reading between the lines, so to speak. Great grandfather then spent more time in homosexual activity, which Mary found incredibly arousing. For her part, she relieved her own tension with numerous men and the occasional woman, including her cousin Dorothy. By the time I put the book down, I had cum again. Was anyone watching this time. I heard nothing outside.

At breakfast in the morning, it became clear that what I had done, had been witnessed, Victoria's comment,

"What a waste of all of that cum and such a nice looking cock."

"Doing it again. Good enough to do both of us." Gran said.

"That isn't happening. Your my grandmother."

"Why not, my grandfather and father had me, why not my grandson?"

The conversation stopped. I had work to do and went to the office, for some time away. It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing but I had some plans to finish, with a tight deadline. I worked late, I had a take away delivered to the office. It was nearly 9 by the time I got home. It had been a strange day, in the context of what went on at home. Three others had been in the office, during normal hours. Just talk about work and projects.

The house was quiet when I got in. I was tired, I headed upstairs, intending to go straight to bed. Walking towards me, heading for the bathroom, a naked Victoria. Slim, small tits, drooping slightly, her nipples about an inch across and looking hard and pointed. A very slight saggy belly and a clearly visible fold of skin, a decent clit hood, fully exposed by her shaving.

"Make sure you get a good look. Think of me next time you cum."

She walked past me and into the bathroom. A small wrinkly bum. She left the door open but I went to my room. Was I going to be able to ignore what I had seen. Did her thin wrinkles turn me on? Knowing this supposedly withered old lady, actually loved having sex, give me contradictory thoughts. I began to wonder what was beneath the bulge of skin, I'd seen between her legs. I tried to put that out of my mind. I removed the picture, to see what was happening next door. The bloke appeared to be snoring loudly. His wife was masturbating with a large dildo and her fingers. She had what looked to be a couple of really good orgasms. She dropped he dildo on the floor and turned off the light. I saw her leaving the house, as I set off to work, the following morning. I said hello and she smiled. What would she have done, if she knew I'd seen her getting fucked, talking dirty and masturbating.

I tried to concentrate as much as I could, on work. I returned the journal to the top floor and resisted the temptation to revisit the photographs. Gran, sensed my discomfort and refrained from overtly pushing me. However, Victoria continued to try to provoke a reaction, by appearing naked on the landing, when I was around. She didn't speak but just carried on to the bedroom or bathroom.

Some news which caused me some concern. A message from Mum. She was flying to home for a week. A close friend was in hospital and she was going to visit, for a couple of days. Her return flight was for a week after arrival, so she would be coming to stay, for a few days. Dad, not wanting to spend days at a hospital, had stayed home.

I continued to watch the couple next door. I'd finally got round to introducing myself, as we often left the house at the same time. Her name is Samantha his is Martin. They have been there for about five years. She thought the house quite big, now that their two children had left home. They only used the bottom two floors now. I think we had worked that out by the lack of action, seen on the top floor. Their bedtime language still tended to the blue.

Mum arrived by taxi with a wheeled case. The only spare room, if you discounted the one Victoria had but didn't use, was on the top floor. She didn't seem bothered. Did she know about the secrets of the house? She knew about Gran and Victoria.

"Settling in alright, Terry?"

"Not bad, I've been working a lot of long hours, on a project."

"Not much time for looking at the neighbours then."

I looked a bit confused.

"There is a reason you are here and not us. Stella knew long ago, that your father had no interest, in the sort of thing that she and her parents did. It would be a waste of the facilities available."

"How much do you know about this place?"

"Probably more than you think. The photos, the journal, the spyholes. I used to love coming here. You probably don't want to hear this but your Dad is not interested in sex. It's a miracle that you are here. Watching was a way to deal with my frustration. Besides, Stella and Victoria are fun. So open and accepting of things. There's no way they wouldn't have told you, about me catching them. I watched them regularly. Some of the neighbours were great too. Can't wait to see who's here now."

This was no better than talking to Gran and Victoria. The reason I would get the house being, I was more interested in sex, than my Dad. Not only that, my Mum was a voyeur, maybe more.

"Don't look so shocked. The amount of spunk filled tissue you left around, you must have been wanking several times a day, when you were at home. I just wish your Dad was that interested."

"It's bad enough having Gran and Victoria talking about this stuff, it's a whole new level with you."

"Why? Everyone gets turned on, seemingly, except your Dad. You wank, so do I. For that matter, so do Stella and Victoria, although they go down on each other too. Not watched them yet?"

"No. It's Gran."

"Your loss, they are great. The couple next to your room were amazing. He had a piercing in his cock, tied to his leg. Still there?"

"No. Samantha and Martin are a fat middle aged couple, who talk dirty."

"See, you are getting the hang of it. I want to see."

Gran and Victoria returned from the shops and were really excited to see Mum. Victoria broke out a bottle of sherry, to celebrate her arrival. Friday night, no work tomorrow. We had wine with dinner, lots of it and I needed it. At least it doesn't make me feel as bad as whisky. I don't think Victoria drank much, with her build, it wouldn't take much to wipe her out. She was slurring her words, so Gran took her upstairs. Even Mum looked a bit wobbly, by the time we finished off, the end of the bottle.

Upstairs, I was down to my underpants, getting ready for bed, when my door burst open. Mum in her nightdress. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"According to Stella, Friday night is top notch for Samantha and Martin."

She knelt on my bed and took the picture off the wall, gluing her eyes to what was about to unfold. She proceeded to give me her view of events.

"Not much in the cock department but those balls are big. How the hell does she stand up straight, with those tits. God, that's the biggest fanny I've ever seen. See what you mean about the language, very fruity."

She had her hand between her legs. Thankfully, from where I was stood, the rear view was entirely covered by her night dress. No sign of stopping,

"Thumb in her arse. Oooh, nice orgasm. He's not. He bloody well is. Fuck, that must hurt. No, Jesus, she just went again."

That was enough to tip the balance.

"Fuck! Aaaaaaah. Aaaaaaah........ I really needed that."

I'd just watched my Mum have an orgasm, while watching our neighbours have sex. Involuntary, I know but my erection was poking out of the top of my underpants as Mum turned round.

"He just shoved a massive dildo in her arse. Seen that before?"

"Just the thumb."

"You need to do something about that." Pointing at my cock.

I thought she would leave to let me deal with it. She just sat and looked. I was nearly there already, I'd not even touched myself. A few strokes and a load of cum landed on the wooden floorboards.

"Nice. Don't worry. I'm not going to touch you. I just like to watch. I don't go with other men, because I'm with your father. Sounds odd, I know, given the state of our physical relationship. I look at guys on the beach. I sunbathe topless, to flash them my tits. I'm a bit like Stella. I've found a nice Greek lady, we have a lot of fun. I don't see that as being unfaithful. It's just sex."

"This wasn't good. We've just cum, in the same room."

"It felt good to me. If you were really freaked, you'd have lost that erection."

"How is it that you were never like this at home?"

"Because of your Dad. He's almost totally asexual. I can't remember the last time he got it up. It's hard to behave like this, or even talk about things like this, when he's around. I don't think he has the slightest understanding of what it's like."

"I suppose."

"Think of it from Stella's point of view. Her whole life has been sexual. Her parents were probably, no, definitely perverted. That has made her who she is. You can't just turn that off. For your Dad, it never got switched on. OK, my parents didn't get me fucked in the arse at 18 but I have a decent sex drive. I'm expressing it. You don't have much control over what turns you on. I just don't fight it."

"I'm not really sure where I am at the moment. This whole thing has got me confused. Finding out that most of the previous generations of your family, were incestuous deviants and that your grandfather might be someone other than who you thought, is a lot to take in. Now, all of this from you."

"I'll leave you to think. If you want to talk, I'm happy to. Stella and Victoria don't want any harm to come to you. Just for you to have fun."

With that she left. A decent sized wet patch on her night dress and another on my bedding. Samantha and Martin seem to have fallen asleep, lights on. She face down on the bed, him the other side of her. I replaced the picture. I struggled to get to sleep. Strange thoughts spinning round in my head. Since I moved here, my whole world was in turmoil.

The following morning didn't get any better. I went to the bathroom, fairly early. I turned on the light. There was Victoria, on her knees, throwing up into the toilet. Her anus and vagina in full view. I draped a towel over her middle.

"Are you alright?"

"Uuuurgh. I will be. That's better."

"Not used to that much wine? Get dressed and come downstairs. I'll make some hot sweet tea."

She flushed after wiping her mouth with some toilet roll and leaving. When I'd finished, I went to make the tea. She appeared about ten minutes later in a housecoat, not looking much better. A couple of cups later, she seemed to be returning more to her old self.

"Get a good look at my arsehole? A bit slack these days."

"I'm not sure what you want me to say to that."

"How about, it looks amazing."

We both laughed.

"You two seem to be having fun." Mum said.

Victoria recounted the bathroom incident.

"Very chivalrous."

I gave a mock bow and headed to the kitchen to make lots of toast and some coffee. Gran appeared full of the joys of spring and stroked Victoria's head.

"You need a hair of the dog."

"Not on your life." Was the reply.

A quiet day passed. Victoria went back to bed after eating some dry toast. Mum and Gran went for a wander round the shops. I just dozed on the sofa, trying to make up for the lack of sleep last night. After dinner, a now more lively Victoria and Gran went out. They used to play bridge as a four, when their husbands were alive. They now played with a club, once every couple of weeks, in the function room of a local pub. As soon as they left, Mum said,

"Give me a hand."

She went to the dining table and we lifted, it several feet to my left. It was sat on a rug. Mum rolled it up. Just floor boards beneath. What was she doing. She pushed her finger, into what appeared to be a knot hole, in one of the planks. A section of the floor lifted. A trapdoor. She leant in and flicked a switch, light shone below. A staircase now in sight.

"How the hell did you find this?"

"I'm observant. The steps down to the garden, show a change in level. I guessed there was something below. It took me a while to find it. A bit of a struggle to move the table on my own. It's worth it. I don't think even Stella knows about this."

She went down into the abyss. The walls were lined with paintings. Not just your everyday landscapes. Paintings every bit as explicit as the photos. All from Mary's era and perhaps before. Moved from the previous house?

"I think that is Roger, from the Journal." Mum said.

The portrait of a very Victorian looking gentleman. Moustache, hair parted in the middle. Legs shoulder width apart, arms crossed. The only difference from the normal portrait of a businessman, he was naked and sporting an enormous erection. Others showed Mary in her open front dress, squatting with her vagina part way over said erection. Another, a different woman, Mary's mother? With Roger half way into her rectum. If the woman was Mary's mother, one showed her, just in ankle boots, naked, hands on hips.

"Fancy some time with one like that?" She asked.

"Never considered it. The women look hot."

"Nobody has ever done me in the arse. Seeing Samantha last night, I want to try it. Not sure Roger would be a good starting point."

In the centre of the room, a dining table, not large but in sections would have fitted through the trap door. Lots of wear on one end, where the French polish and worn away. Mum nodded. Confirming that this was the table from the Journal. At the side of the room, a shelf on the wall, only two feet long. A few small books on it.

"This is fascinating. I'm not sure who's family this is. It lists the household and servants, the sizes of each man's penis, if they had been buggered, and whether the females have had oral anal and vaginal sex." She said.

I picked up another, Roger's journal. Just how many women had he been with, it looked like dozens if this was to be believed. Each described in minute detail, their bodies and the reactions to his efforts. I found Mary's. I read it out.

"A sweet young thing. Just past the age. Small round breasts, pink nipples, raised nicely by her mother's mouth. Flat stomach and narrow waist. Nicely rounded bottom, ripe for the taking. Her pubic hair, dark and sparse for her age. Legs, long and shapely. Her clitoris pink round and shining. Her slit neat and small. What a joy. On this occasion, sadly not permitted. Bent over the table, her mounds better than any so far. Lotion applied. Oh how she squealed upon my entry. Her bum previously breached accommodated soon and I spent profusely into her. A rare treat."

More books, other family members? Not all identified, presuming to provide anonymity.

"We need to go. They'll be back soon. We need to get the table moved. Keep this as our secret." She said.

I helped her return the trapdoor to its closed position, roll out the carpet and move the table back. We poured out a couple of glasses of wine and settled in to wait, for the wizards of the card deck.

"What did you think?" Mum asked.

"Interesting. A different world, different times. I don't suppose much like that happens these days."

"The same acts, from what I saw of Samantha but with different attitudes."

Gran and Victoria came back in. Gran joined us with some wine. Victoria, not wishing a repeat of last night, drank some tonic water, with a slice of lemon. It was getting late. I headed for bed.

I was actually asleep. I was woken suddenly. Mum took my hand. I was still barely conscious, not to mention, naked. Furthermore so was she. She dragged me to the view into Gran's room and pushed my head towards the view screen. Victoria, open for all to see, her legs up. Her vagina and anus pointing to the screen. Gran's mouth on her clit. Striking, what appeared to be large candle, sticking out of her bum.

"Let me look. My turn."

She shoved me aside. I was now looking at my Mum's naked body. Considering her age, her bum looked nice and smooth. I could see her left breast as she bent forward, not too saggy the nipple already hard from arousal. No sign of a saggy, fat stomach like Samantha. Christ, she was masturbating again. I put my ear as close to the horn as I could. Victoria's orgasm audible, in unison with Mum's.

"Bloody hell, Mum."

"What, I watched you shoot your cum. You've seen me naked."

She turned to face me. If she wasn't my Mum. I would have had no compunction at all. Like what we had just seen, she was shaved. A pussy not dissimilar to Victoria. What next, could it get worse. She didn't knock, she opened gran's door and went inside, closing it behind her. I should have gone back to my to my room but my feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, my eyes to the viewer. Mum was well aware of where the lens was. She knelt on the bed, her ass pointing at it. My god it looked so inviting. Ass up, head down, she was licking gran's shaved pussy. Behind her, Victoria took another candle from the box. This was thin, about finger width. She greased it up, no idea what with. She stood to the side, so that my view was not obscured. She gradually fed in most of the length, nearly a foot. Before pumping it in and out. Her hand below Mum's belly, reaching for her clit. The outcome was like nothing I'd ever seen. She jerked forwards landing face down on top of Gran. The candle now squashed tight between her buttocks. Her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Oooow, fuck, fuck aaaaaah."

She was still shaking, even a minute later. Victoria gave a brushing motion with her hand. An indication that the viewer should retreat. I replaced the picture and returned to my room. I couldn't help it. I started stroking my cock, to the thought of what I'd seen. My orgasm, like Mum's was extreme.

I needed Monday. A day at work, to keep calm and take my mind off things. I chatted to my colleague Katie. This was in the day of drawing boards, rather than computer design. Our boards faced each other and we regularly chatted over the top of them. For me, this was nice. I'd never seen her in a sexual way. She was good company. A couple of years younger than me. The rest of the people in our office, were considerably older. So we had more in common, than with the rest of them. We would occasionally go for a drink after work. She didn't dress fashionably. She was plain rather than pretty. Straight brown hair to her shoulders, blue eyes, a smallish chest and slightly wide hips. Not that I was interested in that. We just talked. Today, over the boards, we talked about our houses. Natural for architects I suppose. At the end of the day, I set off home, feeling a bit more level headed.

This was Mum's last night in the house. A taxi to the airport was booked at breakfast time. The atmosphere in when I walked in was relatively subdued. We ate dinner, I drank a cup of tea and relaxed on the sofa. Gran and Victoria played cards on the dining table. I chatted to Mum about work and her trip back. A long tiring day, so I went to relax in the bath and have an early night, so that I could be up to see Mum off in the morning.

The best laid plans......

I just got into bed when Mum appeared, as with the previous night, naked. She sat cross legged on the foot of the bed. Her pussy slightly open and a very little of her clit visible.

"I'm tired. Don't get any ideas of dragging me across the landing, like yesterday."

"I just want to talk. I'm sorry about last night. I'm not sorry about showing off my body. Hot eh? I apologise for pushing you aside so that I could watch. You already saw me orgasm, so that was no surprise. I guess you stayed watching, after I went inside. I don't suppose you thought that was appropriate but I'm not related to either of them. So, it was just me having sex, with two skinny old birds. You probably don't want to know but that was the best orgasm I've had in ages."

"I thought you didn't do anal"

"I've never done it with a man. I had enough trouble getting your Dad to fuck my pussy. He would have freaked, if I tried to shove it in my bum. It's not like I don't use anal play when I masturbate. That's the first time anyone else has done it to me. I think that was why it was so intense. I'll see if Eleni is interested when I get back to Greece."

"You're going to carry on seeing her then?"

"Of course. Why not. I have needs. So does she. If things do go wrong with your Dad at any point, I would like to stay with her. What about you? Nobody in the wings? I know Stella is off your radar but Victoria is pretty keen."

"She's made that abundantly clear. I've already seen more of her, than I have of any girlfriend. Nothing on the romance front. I have a friend at work but that's all it is."

"Take a risk. You never know what will happen. If it doesn't work out, you haven't lost anything."

"Apart from having to look at her, over our desks every day."

"One last treat."

Sat cross legged, she put her right had to her pussy and her left massaged her nipples. Despite all that had gone on. This was the first time I'd got a good view of what she was doing. The small peeping edge of her clit had grown considerably. She could see my erection, even though I was under the bedclothes. I think I'd finally tipped over the edge and fallen into the abyss. I moved the sheet down, bent my knees up and started rubbing my cock. Mum's orgasm was somewhat subdued compared to last night. A couple of fingers inside her, looked wet. She bent forward and rubbed her pussy juice against my anus.

"Uh, uh, uh aaah."

My cum almost hit my shoulder.

"I thought you weren't going to touch me."

"I lied. You should experiment with that, you'll love it."

With that she upped and left. Her ass really did look good. I had a flashback to last night. Seeing her face down, dimples in each buttock, as she held in the candle during her orgasm. My cock twitched. I wiped myself down and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I took Mum's case out to the taxi and kissed her on the cheek. She headed off thanking me for the stay. I went off to work. Chatting with Katie I told her Mum had been visiting from Greece. She said she would have liked to meet her. Privately, I didn't think that would have been a good idea. We arranged for a drink that evening, she wanted to learn more. We wrapped up our work and went to our usual bar, a few hundred yards from the office.

I'd previously told her about Gran and inheriting the house. That was as far as I'd gone. She started asking questions about Mum and Dad. As Mum had said, I took a risk.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes. Have you got a problem? I'll help if I can."

"Not exactly a problem. More of a situation. I've told you about Mum and Dad not wanting the house and that I'll inherit. Also that Gran is still there. That's true. She lives with her lesbian lover."

"Cool."

"Really?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"On the face of it, not much. There is a lot more to it. There was a reason I didn't get Mum to meet us for a drink. She and Dad have an unconventional relationship. She has a lesbian relationship with a Greek woman called Eleni."

"Wow. Lesbians in Lesbos."

"Crete actually but you get the picture."

I went to get a couple more drinks. I think I was going to need more than a couple. If I was going to go further. I explained that one of the reasons I was going to inherit the house, was my father's asexuality and the unusual architectural features. Which I would appreciate but my father would not. She looked confused.

"This is going to sound strange, coming from me. We're friends and work together, this isn't the sort of thing we talk about. Do you like sex?"

"Of course, who doesn't."

"My Dad for one. The house is full of sexual secrets. Stuff from the history of the family. Also, there are features in the structure which allow your to see and hear what is going on, in the other rooms and the buildings either side."

"Can I see?"

"If you want to. I have to warn you, that Gran and Victoria are not your normal old people. Their language is pretty sexual and Victoria has a habit of walking around naked. Some of the stuff you'll find out, is not what most people would think of as normal."

"Sounds intriguing. No such thing as normal. Ask my brother. I've caught him in the bathroom, wanking into my panties with a pair of Mums against his nose. He's not doing any harm to anyone."

I choked on my drink. She patted my back.

"Going to introduce me to your Gran, then?"

We finished our drinks and apprehensively, I walked with her back to the house. She looked at it, at least initially, from an architectural perspective. I showed her inside and introduced here to Gran and Victoria. Who for the time being, were acting like traditional old folks. Drinking tea and asking about family and work. Myself and Katie continued with the gin and tonic. I was preparing for an outburst, so a bit of alcoholic protection wouldn't hurt. Gran made the first move.

"Has Terry told you why he is here?"

"Some of it. About his Mum and Dad, you two and the stuff built into the house. It all sounds interesting."

"Terry, give her a quick tour and we'll make some dinner."

As we went upstairs, I showed her the viewing apertures into each room and the one from my room into Samantha and Martin's.

"Do you get to see much?"

"A fat couple frequently having sex. They talk dirty. Do you think your are ready, for the historical stuff I told you about, it might not be what you are expecting?"

"I may not be much to look at but it doesn't mean I'm not as pervy as the next person."

On the top floor, I pulled out the section of bookshelf and showed her the photo albums.

"Amazing, gay porn and loads of anal. Stuff behind closed doors back then, isn't any different from now."

"I'm not sure about that. They are all related. The young woman is gran. The two men in her arse are her father and grandfather."

"Oh."

"Sorry."

"Why? I was just a bit surprised. I suppose stuff like that still goes on. I don't think this would have been spread about, back then. It would be the same now. Like my brother. No idea what Mum and Dad get up to but they make enough noise, to know they are doing something."

I pulled out Mary's journal explaining that she was the woman in the first album. She flicked through reading a few of the entries.

"Better than reading any of the current magazines. This guy Roger sounds like a character."

"You have porn magazines?"

"No. I read my brothers. He wanks into my knickers, so I think it's fair. He only seems to like women with massive tits, so the pictures aren't that interesting but some of the articles and letters are better."

We went back downstairs, the smell of food was wafting around the house.

"Great, you didn't run away screaming." Gran said.

"Why would I do that?"

"What has gone on here and in the other houses, would probably make some people a bit queasy."

"You had a great body in those photos."

We sat and ate dinner. No more booze for me. I'd had enough. A cup of tea. It was getting late. I offered to walk Katie home.

"Not going to invite me to watch the neighbours?"

We went upstairs. I took the picture down and she knelt on the bed. Her hips were wide, viewed like that. She didn't look away, so I presumed they were doing what they did quite a lot. Katie was engrossed. Unlike Mum, she refrained from getting herself off. Possibly a step too far. They seemed to have finished as, she turned to sit on the edge of the bed, facing me.

"Her bum is fatter than mine. My brother would love her tits. I've never had anything that big in my arse. That's the first time I've ever seen someone else get fucked."

"They do it about four or five times a week."

She went to use the bathroom, so I replaced the picture and started getting ready for bed. Quite a while passed and she hadn't returned. I put on my boxer shorts and poked my head out of the door. The bathroom door was open, the light off. Katie was stood at gran's viewer. The picture on the floor. I walked up behind her. She almost jumped out of her skin.

"Sorry, if I startled you."

"It's OK. The picture was on the floor and I saw the light. I couldn't resist a quick look. They're as skinny as your neighbours are fat. Just as good to watch. I guess anal is a big thing here."

"It seems to be."

We returned to my room. She stripped off and got into the bed. I removed my shorts and got in next to her. We both lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling. I think both of us were a bit wary, of touching each other. Not that I didn't want to. I didn't want to spoil things. Her breast are small, nipples similar to mine. She isn't fat but her hips are wide and her bum wobbles. She had a large bush of light brown pubic hair.

"Terry, what's your thing? What gets you turned on? You haven't shown much reaction to what has gone on."

"I'm not really sure. I had a couple of girlfriends, we just had sex. I thought that was all there was, until I came here. I found out about the viewers and history. I avoided looking at Gran and Victoria, until my Mum got here. I found out a lot that disturbed me. Mum's relationship with Eleni. Her attitude, like Victoria's to nudity. She didn't give second thought to masturbating watching the neighbours even though I was here. She dragged me to watch Gran and Victoria and then went to join them. This is going to sound bad. The best orgasm was watching each other masturbate. She rubbed her fingers on my arsehole."

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

"What about you?"

"When you look like me, you don't get that many opportunities. I'm not super model material. I've had a couple of boyfriends but they were only interested in getting themselves off, not in who I am. Most of the time I just frig myself. I watch my brother jacking off. He knows I'm watching but we don't mention it. I think Mum knows he sniffs her panties too. A couple of vibrators are my boyfriend at the moment."

"Are you alright if we just lay here and don't do anything? I need some time to work things out."

"As long as you don't mind me rubbing my clit. Today has been full on and I need some relief."

"Go ahead."

It didn't take her long. Some gentle sighs and breaths. I turned of the light and we slept. In the morning I drove her back to her parents place to grab some fresh clothes and a bag, before driving to the office.

"Not got a place of your own?"

"I can't afford it at the moment. I'm still looking, besides there's plenty of room at home. I don't think Mum and Dad want to push us out."

I tried not to force things, thinking that I had pushed things quite a long way already. However, Katie had other ideas. She invited herself to stay, that night too. While I helped gran get dinner, she took her bag up to my room. She seemed to take a long time but eventually came down to eat. After dinner we sat in the lounge with cups of tea.

"Did you enjoy the show last night?" Victoria asked.

"Was that picture left off on purpose? Whatever, you two were great." Katie replied.

"Of course. I keep trying to get Terry to take the place of that candle but no luck so far."

Katie sniggered. She said goodnight to Gran and Victoria and we headed upstairs. Her first thought was to lift the picture.

"No luck tonight. You'll have to entertain me instead."

"Are you sure? I don't want this to get strange. We will still have to work together."

"With what you have shared with me, it should already be strange. I don't care. Anyone at work would be shocked, at what is here or that I watch my brother cum into my pants. How much stranger can it be."

She started getting undressed. I followed suit. Her prolonged absence in the bathroom became clear. The huge bush has been trimmed and shaved to a neat triangle.

"A bit different. I've not bothered recently. Not much point, if nobody is going to see it."

"It looks good. You know they are going to be watching us."

"I'm counting on it. I hope you can keep up. Or should that be keep it up."

She kissed me on the lips, holding her body against mine. She lay back on the bed, slightly diagonally, knowing where we would be seen from. Exposing her pussy, not just to the lens but to me for the first time. Whether the area around her labia was normally devoid of hair, or a result of her shaving, I didn't know. Whatever, her pussy looked fantastic. Small but slightly wrinkled labia. It had been well over a year, since I had gone down on a woman but it was something I loved. The intimacy, the taste and the smell all aroused me. I knelt beside the bed, taking in her scent. I gently took her two large buttocks in my hands, stroking each cheek, as my tongue touched the bottom edge of her vagina, she sighed. How long had it been since anyone did this for her? I took it slowly, avoiding her clitoris for as long as possible. Her sweet liquid started to coat my tongue and lips. I moved my upper lip upwards feeling her swelling. My tongue followed, I ran my tongue slowly round her clitoris.

"Oh, oh, oh, haaar."

Giving her a few seconds, I sucked my thumb, coating it with saliva. I began to lick and suck her clitoris with more speed. I wiggled my thumb between her plump arse cheeks, to her anus. She had said she'd not had anything like Samantha's dildo in her, I presumed she had used something. I think I was right. A minute of rubbing, with my saliva and her juices, I felt some flexing and my thumb was inside her. I rubbed her delicate membrane. The combination of that, my lips and tongue set her off again.

"Fuck, fuck, yeeeees."

I wiggled my thumb and she gulped a couple of times. I stood up, lifting her legs to face down the bed. I climbed between her knees and rubbed my knob along her soaking slit. Not that my knob wasn't oozing just as much pre cum. I pushed just the knob inside. I looked down at her, she smiled back. I bent my arms and I kissed her on the lips, for several minutes, with just my tip inside her. I had not had sex in ages, I wanted this to last. I tried to think of anything other than fucking Katie. It wasn't easy. I pushed up on my arms and back on my haunches. I started to fuck her slowly. With just over half my length within her, my left hand found her clit. I stroked it gently in time with my movements. I could feel my balls tightening,

"Cumming. Uh, uh, uh."

I hadn't cum for a couple of days, including being in bed with her last night. I must have flooded her. It felt like cum just kept leaving me. I gritted my teeth holding in as best I could. My fingers and the throbbing of my cock got her off again.

"B b b bloody Yaaaaaa."

I was puffing like a steam train. I hadn't noticed, had Katie? The door was open, stood watching were gran and Victoria. I looked down at her, bent and kissed her.

"You OK with this?"

She moved her head to the side, whispering,

"Want to keep up the family tradition. There's some lubricant on top of your bedside cupboard."

"I've never..."

She put her finger to my lips. I'd not noticed the bottle. Focused too much on the naked woman in my room. I reached out, a stretch and took it. Not much use at the moment. I'd just cum. It normally takes me a while to go again. I looked to the door, the two voyeurs were stroking themselves. Victoria's clit really did look great. I turned back and Katie bent down and took my soft cock in her mouth. This was a rarity for me. Only one of my girlfriends had done this and only for a minute or so. The combination of events and the thought of having anal sex for the first time was intoxicating. Five minutes later I was nearly ready. Katie took the bottle and stroked the fluid up and around my cock. Working some onto and into her anus. She bent over.

Her hips wider than mine, her buttocks large and inviting. She rested her head on the mattress, her hands came back and parted her cheeks. Her anus, wrinkled and shining with lubricant. The earlier work with my thumb and her previous experience, I hoped, would make up for my lack of it. My hand aimed the tip of my cock at the waiting orifice. In some ways this felt wrong. Especially with onlookers. I suppose they had been in the same scenario for their first time. I pushed.

"Slowly."

I was in. Tight. Different from a vagina. I put my hands on her hips and gradually pulled myself in. The feeling of those large buttocks against me was terrific. I began to thrust. I couldn't help it, slapping into her bum was like nothing I'd felt before. Was this too hard. She said nothing. I could feel her hands between her legs. One for her, one for me. Her hand brushed my balls. I threw my head back, pulled myself hard against her bum and pumped my cum into her rectum. My mouth opened but nothing came out unlike her. She yelled out, as a single shudder went along her body,

"Shit! Yesssss."

The door clicked closed.

"Bloody hell Katie, that was incredible."

"For me too. Pull out slowly."

We both collapsed face down on the bed. A hand on each other's buttocks. We both needed the toilet, I insisted she go first. I don't think we had reached the point of going together. I washed off in the basin before going back to bed. It didn't take much for us to fall asleep. I had set an alarm. I thought both of us needed a bath, before going to work. Tight on time, we did bath together. Wrapped in towels we were returning to my room, our way was blocked by Victoria, everything on show as ever.

"I apologise for opening the door last night. We both wanted to watch. I hope you don't mind. It reminded both of us of the years when we were married. Thank you so much."

She stood aside and let us pass. We dressed and I drove us to work. Did our colleagues suspect anything? They knew we drank together, they would sometimes frequent the same bar. This was a long way beyond shooting the breeze and drinking. I wondered if it could be so much more. Did she?

She spent a couple of nights at home to, collect more clothes and leave some panties for her brother. She returned on Friday, to watch Samantha. I thought she had gone to the bathroom, before the show started. She returned wearing one of Mary's dresses. Her small breasts meant a good fit. As she knelt on the bed, her buttocks in clear view, in the open rear portion of the skirt. She looked delectable. Sadly the ankle boots were too small. Should we buy some? She gave a running commentary as I masturbated her. She issued instructions so that she could time her orgasm to coincide with Samantha.

Had I been set up? Was she taking the Mary act too far. She gripped my earlobe and led me to Gran's room. She opened the door. Gran lay on the bed. Victoria smiled, bent over and put her hands on the edge of the mattress.

"She is now of age, you may plunder her bottom and her bottom only."

She reached down, pulled the fly of my trousers and took out my cock.

"Initiate her, spend in her at will."

I knew she had wanted this for a long time. Now my new girlfriend was going to make it happen. She had been doing this, longer than I had been alive. Her anus was slick with something. I slid in far easier than with Katie. Her skinny bum hit my thighs. Katie reached down and took the impressive clit in her fingers. Deceptive, I felt her tighten around me. This was for her, not me. I took my pace from Katie and her actions.

"Her ecstasy is upon her."

I fucked her as fast as I could and shot my load as she yelled out.

"Oh, daddy, daddy that hurt so much, take it out, take it out."

She couldn't keep it up. She laughed.

"I haven't been fucked like that in ages. I suppose I have you to thank for that, Katie."

"My pleasure. I like this game. Reading that journal, I have a feeling I would have liked Mary. Come on sir, you need to clean that dirty thing of yours."

The following evening was Gran and Victoria's bridge night. I had kept my promise to Mum, not to tell Gran about the cellar. I had not said anything about Katie. I would give her a ring tomorrow. I repeated the process Mum had shown me, with the dining table. Katie was over the moon, at putting a face, or should that be penis, to Roger. Not that, even with her large bum, she would have attempted anal with him. We looked through some of the books, I hadn't looked at last time. One gentleman, shall we call him that, called Phillip, had written notes in one of the volumes. He detailed his delight in bondage. In particular, with the older members of his household staff. His favourite, a middle aged cook of considerable size. She being the only one capable of accepting his girth anally.

On Sunday morning. I phoned Mum, with Katie by my side. She was really happy, to hear that I had found someone. Even more so, that she had not been totally put off, by the family history, or the current state of things. Katie had a quick word, to introduce herself. Mum had news too. She had told Dad about Eleni. He hadn't gone mad. He had actually seemed indifferent to it. She thought he was glad, to be relieved of any future conjugal responsibility.

We told the people we worked with about our relationship. They didn't seem surprised. Katie's family were a bit more shocked, after a few short term things, for her to find something which may go further. Unlike my family, they seemed pretty normal. Katie set about adapting Mary's dresses, with Gran's blessing. All would now reveal her pussy and arse, just having the two sides. The two of us moved up to the top floor. Katie staying with me full time. We lost immediate viewing of Samantha but gained a lot more space and plush furniture. I think Katie liked being an Edwardian matriarch. After some searching of vintage clothes stores, we found some boots similar to Mary's, which fitted.

We made love frequently and passionately. The use of internal viewers was dispensed with. There seemed little point, taking into account what had gone before. The four of us, now comfortable having sex in the same room. My anal experience with Victoria was a one off. We all agreed, that me having sex with Gran was not going to happen. We did it with our respective partners, often in the same bed. They got particularly excited when I fucked Katie's ass. The sound of me banging into her plump cheeks, would fill the room. I think she liked to believe, that she was replicating the journal entries.

I don't think that Mum could wait to meet Katie. She arrived shortly afterwards, on a Friday afternoon. With Eleni in tow. A small, dusky skinned brunette with brown eyes and and a lovely figure, slightly younger than Mum but not by more than about five years. Introductions made. The inquisition started.

"Mum, how much have you told Eleni about us?"

"Everything. Stella wrote me a letter. You and Victoria, the four of you and the Mary character. Naughty girl Katie. You'd never guess looking at you. I think you have done well, Terry. Far better than I did."

"What about you Eleni? What is your tale?"

"I like to watch and masturbate. A bit like everyone here. I shared a room with my brother. As we got older, we would watch each other have orgasms. He would try to compete with me but he only ever managed four. So, he always lost. We would sneak to watch our parents, through the cracked open door. I worked out, that it was watching my mother orgasm, that interested me. Since then, I have only been with women. My parents hate it. Having a family is important where I come from."

Dinner that evening, was accompanied with copious amounts of wine. To celebrate Mum's homecoming, her relationship with Eleni and mine with Katie. We continued drinking in the lounge. Mum asked about Samantha and Martin, it being Friday. We told her we hadn't watched them for a week or so but that they should still be at it. We told Mum and Eleni to take my old room. What would the cute, trim Eleni, think about our neighbours size and what they did? If she liked to watch, this house was the place for her. As the evening wore on, Gran and Victoria headed up first. Would the alcohol lead to a repeat of Victoria head in the toilet, anus on display? The four of us went upstairs shortly afterwards.

Katie wanted to watch. We gave Mum and Eleni half an hour to settle in. We padded down the stairs quietly. Now naked, looking down, I watched Katie's bum wobble ahead of me. She revealed the viewer bending slightly to see. I always like how her bottom bulges, as she does this. She moved aside for me to see. Two female bums pointing at the lens. Katie took her now familiar leading role and opened the door.

I could see why Mum liked Eleni. Her bum was as small and pert, as Katie's was round and wobbly. Her anus and labia surrounded by black hair. Her face was glued to the screen, rubbing her pussy, which was squelching. Mum on her knees next to her was doing the same, looking at Eleni. Katie stuck out her tongue and gestured towards the bed. We approached. I wiped my tongue across Eleni's hairy, wrinkled hole, she sighed then yelled out as she came. Katie's tongue took a little longer, to achieve the same result for Mum.

"Eleni, was it a good show?" I asked.

"Great. Two men and the woman. The fat chap sucked the other one to get him hard. His cock was really big. Larger than my brother. They double penetrated her. The big chap in her anus. Her orgasm was really loud. She was swearing a lot."

"Licking the anus, of someone who might become your mother in law, is pretty forward." Mum said.

We retreated upstairs, making love to the the thoughts of what we had seen and what they were probably doing now. Katie whispered a plan to me. I was unsure. Would this backfire? Would her Mary act override any issues?

Saturday passed quietly. Gran and Victoria slept late, after all of the wine. Mum took Eleni to show her round town. We met up with them for lunch at a restaurant. A light supper, in the evening. Katie went upstairs to prepare for what she wanted to see. She strode into the lounge. I think Mum and Eleni were taken aback. She stood in there in one of Mary's dresses, now open at the front and back. Her pussy now fully shaved, in full view. Her ankle boots and to top things off, I had retrieved some of the elbow length black gloves, from the box in the wardrobe. She looked stunning.

"You will all move to the dining room. A revelation is in store."

Mum looked at me and I winked at her. The two of us revealed the trapdoor and opened the hatch. Gran and Victoria looked shocked.

"I've lived here my whole life. I've never seen this." Gran said.

Katie led the way, Mum followed, getting a good view of the bum before her. Victoria gravitated to the picture of Roger.

"We need one of those."

Eleni was first to respond.

"Like the man we saw last night with your neighbours."

I began to suspect, that Victoria may start talking more to Samantha and Martin. The books and journals were scanned before Katie took charge.

"It is most apt, that we have the family table here. For generations, young women of the family have been initiated on this surface. Today, this will continue. One present today has yet to have her bottom opened by a male member."

I think Katie must have told gran and Victoria what was planned, just not where it would happen. They grasped one of Mum's arms each, drawing her forward. She was settled, hips where many other, had been before, at the worn edge of the table. Arms held wide. Katie lifted Mum's skirt, flipping it over her back. Her knickers, if you could describe a few bits of ribbon as such, were ripped off. Katie reached up into the waist of her dress and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Suitably applied. Eleni contrary to expectation looked to be turned on, rather than worried. She reached for her lover's pussy. Katie undid my zip. My cock was hard. Was it wrong, not only to get an erection but to even think about doing this. Too late now.

"No! No! You can't do this. He's my son. This is wrong."

"You should have thought about that, before you rubbed his anus. That was not the action of a respectable woman."

I moved forward and pushed the tip of my knob inside.

"Noooooo. Oww. Fuck, that hurts."

She could have kicked out. Her legs were free, only her arms were held. An act? She was tight. Much more so than Victoria and even Katie. I knew she inserted things, they must be small, or was she deliberately tensing up. I was having to concentrate hard. Katie had said, she wanted Mum to cum first. Eleni did the trick. She really was like the rest of us. In a low seductive voice,

"Take it. Take your son's cock deep inside you. Let him flood your insides with his cum."

"Nnnnn. Ahhhh. Stop, stop, please stop."

Her sphincter was gripping really tight, almost painfully so. My cum still felt like it was dribbling from the tip of my cock. Her arms were released. Eleni stroking her hair, bent down to kiss her cheek. She was breathing heavily. I needed to move, I started to withdraw.

"No!" Mum yelled.

I held where I was. Finally, her sphincter started to relax. I started pulling out, no sound from Mum. Everyone seemed overjoyed at what had gone on, apart from me and Mum. The four of them left the two of us, to gather our thoughts. I zipped up and pulled Mums skirt to cover her.

"I think your pants, if that's what you call that string, are ruined."

"That's not the first thing on my mind, at the moment. I wasn't kidding, that was fucking painful. Any blood?"

"No. you're just stretched."

"That girlfriend of yours is really dirty. I like that. I'm not so sure about you doing my arse. You gathered that I play with it. That's limited to fingers and small beads. I've wanted to do that. Just not with you and with a gradual build up. This doesn't happen again Got it?"

"Yes. I wasn't sure about it from the off. I'm sorry I hurt you. Katie assumed you'd done more."

How Eleni got her brother in her tiny hole, I'll never know."

"She didn't?"

"She did. All the way, like in the journal. Don't even think about it. Your tongue last night is as far as you go. I know you agreed not to do it with Stella. She's probably not going to hold to that, having seen this. By the way, although she's slightly sadistic, her pussy looks good shaved."

"The first time she's done it. She took off the last of it this morning. You like that but Eleni is pretty hairy."

"Only round the back. She has a small strip at the front. Not that you would have seen that, from where your tongue went. Her hair didn't stop you."

Upstairs, the two of us restored the dining room to its normal state. Getting to the lounge, Katie and Eleni were sat on the sofa fingering each other. Eleni totally focused on Katie's face to watch the expression of her orgasm. The sight, set off her own. Eleni pulled up her knickers and she and Mum headed to the bath.

"You really are, every bit as perverted as Mary and the rest of this Family." I said.

As Mum had predicted.

"There's no excuse for not fucking me, now that you have done your Mum. I got fucked in the bum because it was expected. I'm not like Victoria, she loves it, I don't. Even when we did double penetration with Edgar and Stephen, I'd cum but it wasn't comfortable. You'll have to make do with this bulging shaved fanny."

Sunday night saw this come to fruition. The six of us in gran's room. She sat on top of me, riding my cock. I thought I would be disgusted by it but her muscle control was great. Laying next to us Eleni and Victoria on their backs. A giant candle inserted into each anus. I guess Mum was right, Eleni was an anal size queen. The two of them masturbated together. On the floor, Mum was licking Katie's anus each with a hand on their own clit. What a way to end the weekend.

Mum and Eleni returned to Greece, both happy, with the experience of the trip. Eleni moved in with Mum. Dad moved into the spare room. The three of them seemed happy with the arrangement. On the next sunny afternoon, Victoria wandered naked into the back garden and started talking to Samantha over the fence. She asked about the hunky guy she had seen leaving.

"He's someone we have fun with. Looking at that shaved cunt, you have fun too. He's massive, if you know what I mean."

"Bigger the better."

That was that. She became a regular in their Friday night regime. Often visiting on other days to enjoy time with Samantha and Martin. Gran, happy to watch her friend get a massive cock in the arse, through the viewer.

A month or so later. Katie became pregnant. Not that it diminished her appetite. The only consequence, having to forego Mary's dresses, for a while. The potential result, a new owner for the building, providing he took after us and not Dad.