Snooper

When does sexual curiosity cross the boundary, into an invasion of privacy. For someone like me, who is addicted to snooping and discovery, it is a hard question to answer. I know what I do, is wrong. However, it is for the most part, how I get my kicks. Should I stop? Does anyone know, or suspect what I have been doing? Would they care? I suppose most would be disgusted or furious.

How did I arrive here? I suppose, like a lot of curious horny young men, thinking about sex. For me, nearly all of the time. My curiosity roused by the sound of my parents having sex. I suppose not unfamiliar to some. A several times a week event for me. I began to fantasise about what they were doing. Eventually, I needed more than my imagination. This was the beginning of my obsession. I began looking for any indication, as to what was actually causing the sounds I heard. An almost forensic investigation of my parents bedroom, didn't entirely give me the answer. A couple of small vibrators and some pictures of my mum in the nude and wearing sexy underwear.

The sounds continued all of the time I was at home. Starting work, I moved into a shared house. The other occupants all about my age. Two single women and a couple in a relationship. Booze flowed freely in the communal lounge. This arrangement did nothing to satisfy my curiosity and need to discover. They were all far too open. The couple had sex almost daily, mutual masturbation and intercourse. One of the women had a succession of boyfriends but admitted that she rarely got an orgasm, except when she was on her own. The other was a virtual nymphomaniac. Not to my taste. Bleached blonde hair and too much make up. She did have an awesome figure. Large breasts, a narrow waist and nice bum. Her latest boyfriend carried around a Gladstone bag, which was apparently full of dildos and vibrators. She would ask about the size of my cock and whether I wanted to join them. All of this was far too out in the open. Part of the thrill is the covert nature, of what I had started to do.

Visits to other family members and friends, threw up things which were much more exciting for me. Any chance to listen in to family conversations, gossip or to investigate bedrooms, was what I craved. Events like Christmas were fantastic. A big family gathering, where a lot people drank far more than they were used to. Hints stored away for further investigation.

After my parents, my brother was always the source of a treat. Never very discrete at the best of times and not with the best record on the relationship front. He is on to his third marriage. His first was the result of a long distance relationship. In the days before email and text, there were numerous love letters. I would only see one end of the exchange, her letters to him. Outwardly she seemed quiet and demure. Her parents appeared the same. Under the surface, things were different. Whether she was responding to his requests or proposing things on her own, I didn't know. She said that on her next visit, she would cover herself in baby oil, for him to rub against. It became clear as the letters arrived, that she was being tied to the bed and having her bottom spanked. The last before they married, told him not the forget the Vaseline. An invitation to have anal?

Wife number two didn't last long. Too quiet, both outwardly and probably in the bedroom too. They came to stay with me once. Her quiet whimpers could be heard through the thin wall. However, that was all I found out about her.

Number three and the current one, is much more to his liking. Both outwardly, laughing and joking and clearly in the bedroom. It has certainly lasted longer than both of his previous marriages. We are now into the age of computers and digital photography. His first wife was of average build, number two slim and short. Number three, like him, is on the larger side. Their sex life not dissimilar, to what I imagined for his first. There are plenty pictures of her naked. Some with her being paraded round, a collar round her neck, attached to a dog lead. Others with her hog-tied, using Velcro straps, a remote control vibrator in her vagina a butt plug or beads in her anus. I always love interacting with people, knowing what they get up to behind doors. Are they aware of my knowledge? It gives you a different perspective on relationships.

The disparity between outward appearances and private behaviour fascinates me. A visit to one of my friends was one of my favourites. His mum, like him, was tall and slim, dark hair, attractive rather than beautiful. She was obsessive about cleanliness. She wouldn't let anybody in to the house, with their shoes on. Every time I saw her she was wearing smart clothes but with an apron covering them. She was forever dusting or vacuuming. One day, I asked Paul if his mum was this uptight all the time. As she was dragging the Hoover round downstairs, he took me to his parents room. He pulled out one of the drawers in the divan bed. It was full of black leather straps and black sex toys. I was stunned by the pictures he showed me. His mum in a black leather basque and knee length boots. The straps were for his dad. Pictures of him on his hands and knees, bound, with a big black dildo sticking out of his arse. Her strict attitude downstairs, had transferred to the bedroom but nobody would have guessed to what extent.

I moved around a lot in my twenties. A few relationships, nothing that lasted. I don't know if it is a particularly male thing but it was difficult to find women with the same interest as me. Because I was basically itinerant, members of the family would ask me to house sit, when they went on holiday. Did they really know what they were letting themselves in for. Not a problem workwise. Most of our family had stayed within twenty miles, of where I grew up and now lived. I was still in a shared house, so being away didn't cause issues there. On the plus side, it would give me unrestricted access to all of their secrets.

The first of these occasions was at mum and dad's. I wondered if things had changed much, in the years I had been away. Thinking back, it had been nearly five years since I had last been in their room. I had been back many times but they had always been at home. They had already left for their holiday, by the time I got there. They had hidden a key for me. I put my bag in my old room and settled down with a drink. No need to rush, they would be away for a week.

In the corner of the dining room, a computer. Not particularly modern, an old tower system. I turned it on. It took a while to boot up. Password required. I don't think my parents are particularly au fait with technology. It only took me three goes to get in. The usual stuff. Copies of letters, folders for craft projects for both mum and dad. Photos of the garden, house and historical sights on days out. Scanned in pictures of old family holidays, from when I was little, sandcastles on the beach, eating ice cream etc. Some newer holiday snaps, which looked digital. Beaches, old buildings, a couple with mum topless on the beach. She had never done that on family holidays.

Here we go. Scanned in copies of the old photos, I'd seen when I was at home. A few new ones but nothing more explicit than the old ones. Just different poses and newer underwear. A few holding the old vibrators but there were also some new toys. Although, there was nothing showing her using them. No hidden files or folders, so I turned it off. So, there were new toys. I went in search.

Previously, I had found the photos and vibrators in mum's underwear drawer. This time, there was nothing there. Lots of sexy underwear, including open crotch knickers. I know that some people have this as a fetish. It isn't mine. I'm more interested in what people did while wearing them. Had they expected me to look and had hidden things? Nothing in either of the bedside cupboards. The wardrobe, a small box on the shelf above the hanging rail. Some discs, none of which were labelled. I started sliding them into the slot on the small wall mounted TV, which faced the bed. They looked like old VHS video copied over. All mature couples having sex. Only one appeared to be of mum. Doing a striptease and brandishing several sex toys. Still only softcore. Nothing else anywhere.

Where would you put things, to hide them from a young man, in need of a thrill. Leaving the bedroom, my eyes were a little downcast. A couple of indentations in the carpet, under the loft hatch. It needs a pole to push up the hatch, before it will drop down. I found it in the box room. I pushed up, the latch clicked and the cover hung down on its hinges. The cord on the ladder was now within reach. I pulled and the extensions slid down. There is a light switch on the landing. I pushed it and the light shone above me. Climbing the ladder, I looked around. I hadn't been up here since I was a teenager. Sent up to pass down the Christmas tree and decorations. Nostalgia, they were still up here. Even the dusty smell was the same. Was this what I sought. A polished wooden box. It was clean, not covered in dust, like everything else. I noted the position before taking it down the ladder.

Great. Trust my parents to hide stuff in a locked, antique mahogany, brass bound box. No key. I'd not seen anything in their bedroom, to unlock it. Back down to the desk in he dining room. Stationery tray in the top draw, under the computer. Here we go, a brass key. I put the box on the dining table, turned the key and opened the lid. The couple of vibrators I had seen before. A couple of newer pink rubber vibrators. A tube of KY jelly a finger sized butt plug and one slightly bigger. One more disc. I turned the computer back on. I put it into the tray and waited for the whirring to stop as it loaded.

A lot of picture thumbnails. My dad, organised as ever, all labelled in date order. All of the earlier pictures had shown mum with a big brown bush. The earlier ones here were the same. However, these were a lot more explicit. Was dad persuasive or was mum getting more adventurous. Legs open shots, holding her pussy lips apart, even a close up of her clit, which looked impressive. As the dates went on, her pubic hair reduced. Trimmed at the sides and thinned out. The final ones trimmed close. She used the vibrators and there were a couple, showing the base of at least one of the butt plugs. That was the end of the pictures.

There were a couple of short video clips. The first showed her holding her pussy open. The camera looking down as he wanked his cock, aiming his cum into her. The second in the same position with mum on her back the tip of his cock against her anus. He eased inside her. It sounded as if he came in seconds. Followed mum's voice

"Christ Doug! Was that it?" Before the video cut off.

An early attempt? I put everything back in to the box. Turned off the computer and returned the box and key to where I had found them. If I had to guess, my dad liked the pictures, mum was more interested in the sex. Difficult to tell from these scant clues.

Next on my round of house sitting, grandma's. She's pretty feisty. She tells dirty jokes at Christmas, when she has had a few drinks. She has been widowed for about five years. She has a small group of friends, who are just like her. Double entendres and saucy comments litter their conversation. Four of them were going on a seniors cruise. I felt sorry for the other passengers. I think they had all got to the age, where they didn't care what they did, or what people thought of them. I arrived the evening before she left. Even though she was off early in the morning, she was on the booze. As she was heading out,

"Don't do anything I wouldn't. A short list I know."

As with everything else she did, nothing was hidden. She hadn't made her bed before she left. The base of a large rubber dildo poking out from beneath a pillow. A bullet vibrator on the bedside cupboard, resting on a porn magazine. Not only that, gay porn. Lots of muscular blokes with huge cocks. Some limp some erect, being sucked and fucked. I guessed it was the size of the dicks she was interested in. The cupboard itself held a few more magazines, mostly heterosexual. Nothing else to be found.

During the afternoon, I raided the living room sideboard, for some of her expensive malt whisky. I sat on the sofa, looking at the sideboard. I'd only ever seen her use the cupboard on the right for booze, the left for glasses. There were actually three drawers in the middle. A quick look. The top one, table clothes, table mats and coasters. The middle one lots of sewing thread, buttons and knitting patterns. The bottom one, family photo albums. Weddings, Christenings, Christmas, her holidays with granddad, and her friends. Most of the latter showed them with lots of drink.

These ladies were not what you expect. I suspect that a lot of the pictures were taken, when they were extremely drunk. The occasional flashed boob and nipple, a row of bare bums even one of them showing off a hairy bush. If this was what the cruise was going to be like, I could see them getting disembarked early. No other indications of her doing anything, other than self pleasuring. That didn't seem to rule anything else out.

She arrived back on a Saturday afternoon. I would stay over and head home on Sunday morning.

"How was the cruise?"

"Great, parties every night. Plenty of talent, if you know what I mean."

"Knowing you lot, I suppose that suited you down to the ground."

"Get what you can, when you can and we got a lot."

"I'm not sure I need to know that."

Much as I had expected. The four of them had sex with various men during the week. Two of them had even managed to entice one of he crew members, into a threesome, which is supposedly against the rules. Although, I guess it happens from time to time.

Where my snooping got a bit out of my control, was at my aunt Julia's house. Her husband had died just over a year ago, from cancer. She was mum's younger sister and not actually that much older than me. She and one of her friends were renting an apartment in Cyprus. She has an ageing cat and didn't want to put it into a cattery, so she asked me to look after the house and feed the cat. Simple enough. She has a more modern outlook than mum, being a lot younger. She dresses more fashionably. She showed me where every thing was, round the house. We had dinner and a couple of drinks. She asked when I was going to get married and settle down.

"No idea. I've never met anyone of the same wavelength, who I felt comfortable with."

"Your mum and dad worry about you, you know."

"I'm sure they do. Apart from my job, the rest of my life is pretty much a mess. Not that I mind that too much. You never know what will turn up."

Her friend must have turned up, as she left, a couple of hours before I even got out of bed. I was tired, some coffee and breakfast. It was probably closer to lunchtime. Bedroom time. I always head for the bedside cupboards first but nothing to see in either. Chest of drawers. Standard underwear and clothes. I'd heard her talking to grandma, at one of the family Christmas gatherings, so I knew she was in to something interesting. I presumed she took after her mother, a bit more than my mum did. Although my view on that had changed slightly, after the video clips. One place left, the wardrobe.

This was a real surprise. Three hangers on the right hand side, contained gymslips and long sleeved blouses. These looked like 1940s girls school uniforms. Next to them, a couple of curved handled bamboo canes, hooked over the rail. Aside from the numerous shoes in the bottom, a small combination briefcase and zip up holdall. The holdall was easy. Just the zip. A collection of various knickers. Old school green or blue pants. The sort girls used to wear for gym classes. The other items, long bloomers almost knee length. Not at all what I would have expected, from trendy aunt Julia. The briefcase would be a different prospect.

Two, three figure thumb wheels. I tried the usual, 1, 2, 3, three of each of the numbers from zero to nine. Her birthday, her husband's birthday. I had visions of spending the whole week, trying different combinations. Finally, her daughter Gina's birthday. Thankfully, that worked. At these lengths, would it be worth the effort? It was. A collection of spanking magazines. Pictures of lots of women bent over being chastised. Articles and letters about the same. A small zip up bag, the sort used for make up contained a few vibrators. More up to date than mum and dad. The only other thing, a memory stick.

No laptop or computer in the house. I suppose she had taken it with her. I had mine with me. I didn't use it much. It was out of battery, so I left it on charge. I fed the cat and made myself some dinner. I poured out a whisky. The laptop finally sprang into life. I pushed the stick into the USB slot and clicked on the icon. Lots of Word files. All articles written under the pseudonym Red Stripe. I ran upstairs and brought the case down. The articles all appeared in the magazines. Not just articles. There were plenty of pictures. Upstairs, I had been looking at the bum, not the person. Some of her images were in the magazines. In her costumes bent over, knickers on or down her bum looking red. In some, the man whose lap she was on was uncle David, in others it wasn't. It looked as if she was taking the photos remotely, with a button in her hand. More files.

These were really interesting. She had copies of everything I'd seen at mum and dad's. Pictures of gran's toy collection. Slightly disturbingly, a more extensive toy collection and some lesbian pictures. Not just any lesbians, her daughter Gina and her girlfriend Fiona. So, Julia was like me but had taken things to a whole new level. I just looked, she had looked and copied. I decided to do the same and downloaded everything she had collected. I replaced everything, as carefully as I could and sat down to contemplate what I had found. It appeared that my aunt was as much of a sneak as me. Not only that she was publishing spanking articles, in fetish magazines. I knew she was a writer, this wasn't what I pictured.

I was still there, when Julia and her friend Beatrice returned. They slumped down in the lounge, tired from a long journey. I made some tea.

"Have a nice break, plenty of sun and sea?"

"Not bad. Nice and relaxing. You clearly had a good time here."

"The cat was fine. I drank some of your whisky."

"That's not what she meant." Said Beatrice.

"Eh?"

"We watched you perving in her wardrobe."

"Shit!"

"Don't worry. You probably worked out that I do the same. Did you read my articles?"

"Most of them. I haven't finished them all."

"Beatrice will give you copies of hers too, if you want them. She's more into bondage. We met through the company that publishes the magazines. Before you ask, we're not like Gina and Fiona, just friends."

Beatrice finished her tea, went back out to her car and drove off.

"She would like there to be more than friendship. We share a bed on some trips, to save money. She has tried it on a few times but...... I suppose you have a lot of questions."

"That's an understatement."

Julia explained that she, just like me, had started her snooping at home. I guess living at home with my grandma, was never going to be a normal. As she left home long after mum, she had a close bond with grandma. Less so with mum but they did discuss some things. More now, than when they were younger.

"Your mum knows you look at her stuff, she hasn't told your dad. She asked me what to do. I told her nothing. A lot of young blokes have a thing about their mums. I don't think she knows I have copies. Not much staying power, your dad. He likes taking pictures. You mum is the one with the sex drive. Probably best not to mention it to them. She gets off most of the time fantasising, rather than fucking."

"Thanks for that mental image. What about you?"

"I'm just me. Dad was still alive when I started getting interested. As you have worked out, your gran is pretty horny. She's pretty loud too. Your mum and me used to snigger when they'd been at it. She hasn't stopped. After dad died, she's had quite a few blokes. She seems to seek out the ones with big cocks. You will have seen her porn. Growing up with that, it would hard not to be interested, in what was going on. As I got older she would discuss a lot of it with me. David was great. The foreplay was incredible. Plenty of staying power too. We stumbled across the spanking by accident. I said something one day and he slapped my bum. The rest they say is history."

"Who was the other bloke in your pictures."

"One of the other writers from the magazine."

"Don't you mind lots of people looking at your spanked arse?"

"No. It's great. Just think of all the people getting off, looking at me."

"What about Gina?"

"That was more for Beatrice than me. She met them one day when they were staying here. She knows what I'm like, so got me to copy what they have. When they're here, they try to get a rise out of me by making loads of noise and wandering about naked."

"Even so, you kept the pictures."

"Why not. The same camera that caught you, caught them. At least you didn't cum all over my bed. Both of them read the magazines, and masturbated. See, even they cum looking at my red bum. Enough talking. I'm tired from travelling, I need a soak in the bath. Do me a favour and cook us something."

I'm not a bad cook. I've been on my own long enough, to make a decent number of things. You can't live on take away food for ever. A scan round the fridge found enough to make egg fried rice and a chicken stir fry. I cooked the rice while the bath ran. When I heard the water running out, I did the rest, frying the rice with some egg. Julia appeared in slippers and a bath robe.

"That's better. Any wine left, or did you drink it all?"

"No but you will find a dent in your whisky. There's some white in the fridge. Will that do?"

"Fine."

We ate quietly. I think enough talking had been done for a while. Julia finished a couple of glasses of white. I cleared away the dinner things and we sat in the lounge. I helped myself to a bit more of her excellent scotch.

"I thought you would have come and sneaked a peek at me in the bath."

"I was cooking. I couldn't do both."

"I know you like to find out about everyone else. So do I, so else is there to know?"

"Not much. I've had a few girlfriends. None that had any liking for the things we do. The sex was alright but nothing special. Normal, if you know what I mean. No spanking, no bondage, no porn or anything like that. Just foreplay and intercourse. Nothing like Clive and Michelle."

"Spill the beans. So your brother has something going on."

I told here about the bondage, butt plug and vibrator.

"Better keep that quiet from Bea, or your brother will be looking for yet another wife."

"How do you manage, now that you are on your own?"

"The spanking is fine. I can get as much of that as I want, from the people I meet through work. Most of them get their kicks from what they do to me. Which means I have to help myself, when the sessions are finished."

"No other men?"

"A similar situation to you. It is hard trying to find everything you want, in one package. Plenty of people want to slap my bum. Not many of them also want me as a person, or to have sex with me, outside of the BDSM scene."

I finished my drink, said good night and went for a shower before bed. In the morning. I packed up my stuff and got ready to go back to the shared house.

"You can stay, if you want to."

"What exactly does that mean? How is it going to look to everyone else? Mum for one, is going to smell a rat. What about Gina?"

"More questions. One at a time. It will mean whatever you want it to. We both know what it could lead to. I'm prepared for that. I don't care what it looks like to everyone else. Tell your mum you are paying rent as my lodger. I'm not going to be able to sell pictures of my naked arse for ever. Any money you can spare will come in handy. Besides, you having a stable address for once, wouldn't be a bad idea. At worst, you just end up with a room that's yours, for as long as you want it. Ask Gina. She probably wont care, as long as you don't try to get into her pants. If you did, she'd probably batter you senseless. She might be small but she has a hell of a temper."

"Give me a couple of days to think about it."

With that, I headed off to work and back to my room in the shared house. What the hell was I going to do? If I accepted the offer, I would as she said, have a more stable future. At least until someone discovered, the true nature of our relationship. In all likelihood, I would be spanking aunt Julia's bum and end up in bed with her. I've never spanked anyone. Nor have I had sex with anyone that much older, or anyone in my family. Unless you count masturbation, to the results of my snooping. I slept badly, my mind flipping between erotic excitement and fear of being ostracised. There didn't seem to be any middle ground.

In the end I thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I gave notice on my tenancy and started moving my things into Julia's second bedroom. I bought a bottle of highland malt. To replace what I had drunk of hers and to aid my relaxation. For a few days, it was just like being in the shared house, except we cooked and ate together. Julia was the first to overstep what would normally be the mark. In the context of what I had expected, this was minor. I was in the shower. I had shut but not locked the door. There were only two of us and she knew where I was going. She stood in the doorway watching me. She didn't say a word. She left as I turned off the water. I got dry put on some leisure pants and a T shirt. I really needed a drink after that. Nobody, not even any of my girlfriends had done that. She was sat drinking a glass of wine. I poured out a large scotch, going to the fridge for an ice cube.

"Bigger than your dad. Actually bigger than David."

I raised my glass by way of thanks. That night, things went way beyond her looking at me. I was dropping off to sleep, when the door opened. My aunt was stood in the doorway in her nightdress. The light in the hallway, made her figure visible through the material. She pulled back he duvet and put her hand on my balls. My erection started to rise. She wasted no time in sucking my knob into her mouth. She was way better at this, than any of my girlfriends. Careful not to bring me to an orgasm, too soon, she stopped sucking. Her hand took hold of my shaft and she moved her head away. Climbing onto the bed, she hitched up her nightdress. She rubbed my cock against her slit. She felt really wet. She sank down engulfing me. Bending forward, she kissed me. The taste of my own pre cum on her lips. Again, nobody had done this with me.

I had not seen anything of her body, other than in the silhouette in the doorway. She was beginning to raise and lower her hips. Her buttocks coming to rest on my thighs, at he bottom of her stroke. She leant forward, grazing her nipples on my chest. She was keeping my cock almost totally inside her circulating her crotch against me. I didn't think either of us would go on much longer. I reached round with both hands and held her buttocks. I thrust upwards and had a massive orgasm. She ground down for a few more seconds, before she let out a massive breath with an open mouth. A thought shot through my mind.

"Shit. I just came inside you."

"That was the aim. It's fine, I'm on the pill. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did?"

"This might sound like I'm going over the top but that was the best sex I've ever had."

"Pretty good for me too. Your mum could do with you, rather than your dad.

"Way to go. I'll be scarred for life."

We couldn't help laughing. She pulled off her nightdress. Wow. I know that she is younger than mum but for someone so much older, than any of the women I'd been with, her boobs and nipples were incredible. She lay down on my chest. No going back now. I fell asleep. When I woke, she was alongside me in bed. I felt a tinge of guilt about what we had done. Not that I was the one who did it, if you think about it. I kissed her and got up. I made her a mug of tea and left it beside my bed. I dressed and headed for work.

I arrived home to the smell of cooking. Beef in red wine, if I wasn't mistaken.

"Need to keep your strength up. Plenty of red meat, to keep some lead in your pencil."

"Your as bad as gran."

"Probably but you aren't going to be fucking her. Even if she'd love it."

Whatever the intent, the meat was tender and melt in the mouth soft. Not restaurant food but good home cooking. I went with red wine as she did, rather than my usual. We sat and finished the bottle after dinner. She said she was going to clean up. This time, my turn to look on. The first time I'd actually seen her naked. She was careful to give me the 360 degree view. Her boobs were firm and not too big. Her nipples even seemed to point upwards. She was twice the age of some of my girlfriends but had a body better than just about all of them. I'd seen her bum, as had quite a few spanking fetishists. I had felt it last night but looking at it first hand was nothing short of fantastic. She turned to face me washing her pussy. A very neat triangle of short trimmed hairs. Much shorter and she would have been shaved. She saw me looking.

"Bea likes the view, so I keep it trimmed. When we share a room, she sometimes gets off looking at me, when she doesn't have anyone else. I don't mind. She has learned that I'm happy with that but nothing more. If you hadn't come along, I may have given in."

I started sleeping in her bed. A double, rather than the queen in my room. Even though we didn't have sex every day, it was lovely being in bed with her. On the first Saturday after we had crossed the boundary. She came down to the dining room dressed in a gymslip and long sleeved white blouse.

"I've been naughty. I had sex with my sister's son. I should be punished."

I had read enough of her articles, to know that the scene setting was as much of the enjoyment, as the spanking itself. I'd also picked up some tips, about how to actually apply my hand.

"Come here girl. Bend over, hands on the seat of that chair."

I pointed her to one of the dining room chairs. With her hands down, she was bent at the hips. Her feet slightly apart.

"Your behaviour has been depraved and disgusting. It is totally unbecoming of anyone in our establishment."

I slowly lifted the back of her dress. She wiggled her hips. I took the hem of the material up across her back. Beneath, a large pair of green school knickers. Designed for a smaller woman, they showed off the crease in her buttocks and a hint of her vulva.

"Don't move."

I placed my left hand in the small of her back. With my other hand, I stroked her right buttock before bringing my hand down hard.

"Ow. Sir, that hurts."

"Quiet, young lady. You don't want everyone to hear."

I continued the process, with half a dozen to each cheek. I stood behind her, taking the waistband of her pants in my hands. I yanked them down roughly.

"Sir, sir, No! That's rude."

"It is no more than you deserve, after what you did."

Her buttocks were slightly red. Taking a quick look, the gusset of her pants was wet. I left them suspended around her knees. Four more hard slaps on each buttock. I could actually see a few finger marks. Julia was moaning. I ran my hand gently over her bum, the skin felt hot to the touch. It hadn't occurred to me until this point, that this was happening in daylight and the curtains were open. Did she care? I guessed not. My cock was rock hard, painfully contained in my pants and jeans. I undid the button and unzipped. I slid the jeans and briefs down. Her bum looked incredible. I had no indication from her articles, pictures or toys, whether she was in to anal. Her comments about mum and dad's video may have been a hint.

I took a chance. I put my hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaking. I dragged my now slick fingers up across her anus. She gasped. My cock as well lubricated as her pussy, was in my right hand. I aimed the tip at her cute wrinkled hole.

"Oh no. Not there sir, that's dirty."

"A dirty hole for a very dirty girl."

I eased into her. I don't think by any stretch of the imagination, that this was her first time.

"No! No! Take it out. Take it out. Owww."

She had moved one hand to her clit and was creating a lot of squelching noises from her wet pussy. I tried to be gentle. I didn't want to add to the redness of her bum. Considering the tightness I managed to keep going. Short shallow strokes.

"Sir, sir, you are going to make me have a sexy feeling."

She wasn't kidding.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, oooh."

I'd hung on this long but not any longer. It felt like a massive amount of cum was leaving my body. She turned her head round and smiled.

"Way better than your dad in the anal stakes. That was great."

"My first time, doing anal and any spanking. I'm glad I read your articles."

"You can take your cock out of my poor little arsehole now."

"Sorry."

She stood up. The hem of her dress fell and she pulled up her pants. She kissed my lips.

"You better cover that up, we don't want to scare the neighbours."

"A bit late for that." I said, pulling up my briefs and jeans."

"I'm going to shower. We need to go out and do some shopping. Gina's coming to lunch tomorrow."

She went upstairs. Once I'd heard her leave the bathroom, I went to wash my dick. She appeared dressed in a more normal fashion and we drove into town. We picked up enough food for a big Sunday roast and enough to keep the two of us going for a few days. I worried about Sunday. I've never really got to know Gina. Because Julia is so much younger than mum, the gap between myself and Gina is about the same. Now I'm in my thirties, she is a young woman.

"Is Gina going to be alright with me being here?"

"I don't see why not. She's smart. She probably has a good idea of what is going on. Even if she doesn't know what you are like, she knows my kinks."

Another disturbed nights sleep. I didn't think I had been asleep long, when I was woken by Julia giving me a shake. It took me a minute to gather my senses. What did she want?

"Listen."

Her house is semi detached. The two houses are mirror images of each other. Therefore, the master bedrooms of each, were either side of the same wall. On the other side, a couple were definitely having sex. Really slowly, if the sounds were anything to go by. A grunt and an oooh every few seconds. It didn't speed up but they kept going and going. Eventually, the woman let out,

"J j j j jesus, fuck, aaaaah."

If the guy came, she drowned him out. Julia whispered that they were a nurse and factory maintenance engineer. They both work shifts which rarely match up. She only heard this about once every few weeks.

On Sunday morning, we started making preparations for lunch. Laying the table, peeling vegetables and getting the joint in the oven. Gina and Fiona arrived at about 11.30.

"Long time no see, Mike. How's it going? You've met Fiona."

" Hi Fiona. Christmas was the last time. I'm doing fine."

Gina didn't seem to take after either Julia or David. A little over five feet tall, short black hair. She hadn't inherited her mum's boobs. Black T shirt, black jeans and black leather ankle boots. There was a bit of the goth or emo about her. Fiona on the other hand was almost the opposite. Tall, almost as tall as me. Long blond hair, beautiful, good figure and much more feminine, a flower printed dress.

Julia came in from the kitchen and kissed Gina and Fiona on the cheek. The talk was about work, the house and proposed holiday time. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was grateful. Sunday lunch too, passed without incident. As Julia had done the cooking. I volunteered to do the washing up. Gina came to give a hand. She seemed to be having trouble holding back. Eventually, she didn't.

"How's mums bum?"

"What?"

"I'm not stupid. I know what she's like. She wouldn't have someone staying here, just as a lodger. That would curtail her spanking too much. Either you're spanking her or watching her get her arse smacked. I don't care. Everyone in the family thinks I'm strange, because I prefer pussy."

"Pretty direct. I appreciate the honesty. The family think you're a bit unusual. They would have a fit if they knew what was going on here."

"I'm not going to tell them, if you don't. If mum's happy that's all that I care about."

The day went a lot better than I had expected. No disgust or outrage. After Gina and Fiona left, we were sat down having a drink in the evening. There was a knock at the door. Julia went to answer it and returned with a key and a big smile.

"That was Clare from next door. They are going away for a couple of weeks. The first time they have been on holiday in ages. She wants me to water the plants next weekend."

We waited until the weekend, not wanting to do anything to mess up the situation. On Saturday, we went into the house next door. We took a jug of water each from the kitchen, did a tour of the house watering all of the plants. We took the jugs back to the kitchen.

"Time to do our thing." She said.

Back up to the bedroom. No attempt to hide anything here. The bedside cupboard on the near side of the bed, had three drawers. The top one, just the sort of stuff anyone would have. The bottom two drawers were full of large sex toys and lubricant. Not just large, massive. Not particularly long but really fat, dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. Even Julia was shocked. The other cupboard, similar ordinary contents in the top drawer. Nothing but men's underpants and socks, in the other two. Julia called me back. Below the toys in the bottom drawer, a tablet. She turned it on. Poor security. The entire contents were pictures and video clips. She pulled out several memory sticks, from her pocket. Finding one which fitted the narrow slot on the tablet, she started copying the files. That done, we replaced everything. Julia locked the door and we went back next door.

"If that is the size of things she uses, no wonder they do it slow." She said.

She flashed up her laptop, plugged the drive into a USB slot and transferred the files. No softcore stuff here. Loads of pictures of Clare using all of the large toys, sometimes in combination. Her shaved pussy stretched wide by the insertions. It did look, from the expressions on her face, that she struggled a bit with the largest anal insertions. The video clips perhaps explained her addiction to large things. There were some clips of them fucking, taken from Jerry's viewpoint, looking down. His cock was gigantic. Not too long but really girthy. There were even a few anal scenes. Whether her language was genuine or put on, was hard to tell. Julia thought the former. In the final one she seemed to be coping better as he was all the way in. In he earlier ones,

"Easy you fucker, you'll rip me apart. Stop! Stop! Slowly."

"I can't, I can't. It hurts. Hurry up and cum."

"Jesus. I'd done plenty of anal. Even with a couple of big guys but nothing that size. I wouldn't even attempt that." Julia said.

"She did like it in her pussy. At least she seemed to get used to it in her arse."

Clare came to collect the key, at the end of the two weeks. We had a new appreciation of her ability. She was by far, the most extreme person either of us had snooped on. On Saturday afternoon there was a knock on the door. It was Clare.

"Can I come in?"

I stepped aside and she went in to the lounge. Julia was sat in an armchair. She asked Clare to take a seat. She sat on the sofa.

"What can we do for you?"

"I'm not sure where to start. This isn't going to be comfortable for any of us. You are aunt and nephew, right?"

"Yes."

"Judging by the sounds I hear, you are more to each other than that."

Neither of us replied.

"I also know you have more than just an idea, of what I get up to. Not too careful. The file last accessed date on my tablet gave you away. 1, 2, 3, 4 probably wasn't the best PIN. I need you to keep what you saw to yourselves."

Both of us must have looked really confused.

"Jerry didn't take any of those pictures and it isn't him in the videos. He wouldn't even know how to turn on a tablet. Besides he wouldn't want to go through my toys."

"I'm sorry we broke your trust. It's a bit like a compulsion for the two of us. It's how we ended up together. We found out we both like prying into other people's sex lives. Some aren't too interesting. Yours isn't one of those." Julia said.

"Yours too. Even when David was alive, I knew you weren't just a vanilla couple. Keeping quiet there, Mike."

"Trying to work out what to say, other than sorry."

"What's done is done. Can I suggest, that what we know about each other, stays between the three of us. I love Jerry. We do have sex but our shifts don't match up often. I can't control when I get the urge. It wouldn't end well for any of us, if this got out. I'd also suggest shutting your curtains. I can see into your dining room from my garden. Nice costume."

"That's fine with me. Mike?"

"Yes."

"That outfit is how I make my living. I write for, shall we call it, a speciality magazine."

Julia went upstairs and came back with her briefcase and opened the lid.

"In the spirit of sharing."

She handed a few copies to to Clare.

"Go and get some drinks Mike."

Julia wanted wine, vodka and tonic for Clare and a wee dram for me. Clare flicked through the a couple of the magazines and read some of the articles.

"You don't just write. That's you in the pictures. Isn't it? Nice bum."

"Cheers."

Clare handed back the magazines, finished her drink and said goodbye.

"That was a close one." I said."

"Too close."

"Time to take a break. At least for a bit. My nerves are shredded. What with Gina and now Clare. I didn't have much to lose before, other than getting told off. The stakes have risen a bit now."

A couple of days later, we knew that Jerry was working a night shift and that Clare was at home. We decided to put on some entertainment. I went down on Julia. She seems to love this, almost as much as spanking. She had three orgasms. Louder than usual? I managed to fuck her for quite a long time before I came. Even for me this was quite vocal. It wasn't deliberate. Caused by the thought that Clare was probably listening.

Now that Julia was comfortable with our relationship, she allowed me to start using her camera equipment. I'd not found any of this when I was snooping. It was actually in the boot of her car, from her last shoot for the magazine. This was expensive stuff. A tripod, really high definition camera and her remote control.

I did begin to wonder, why now? Also why the change in subject matter. All of the photos I had seen, showed her either naked or in her uniform being spanked. We took more of these. We also took pictures of the pair of us masturbating, her with vibrators. There were others of us giving each other oral even having anal sex. She seemed to revel in the pictures of my face, as I had an orgasm. Curious about the sensation, I persuaded her to spank me. We set up the camera with me naked, using the same chair as when I first punished her. I held the camera remote and took shots as she rubbed my cock, during the scene. I even managed to capture my cumshot. As I was recovering, Julia told me that Clare had been in the garden.

We had been spending quite a lot of time with Clare. At least when she wasn't on shift. I actually didn't mind her seeing me. What did she think of what we were doing? We found out that the man she was with in her pictures, was called Simon. He was a volunteer driver for the hospital. He transported patients to and from their appointments. They saw each other a lot at work but less so at her place. She would, if she knew Jerry was on nights, spend time time at Simon's place. Julia confessed, that we had copies of her pictures.

"Not fair." Was her comment.

We began playing a game. Julia and Clare had spare keys cut, to each of the front doors. We would let each other know, when there would be nobody in. The two of us and Clare would hide things for the other to find. Meeting up at a convenient time, to compare notes or admit defeat.

I suppose at this point, I should tell you a bit more about Clare. All I have said so far, is that she has a liking for a large penis and girthy toys. Oh yes and that her pussy is shaved. At least it was in the photos we saw. I would say average height, with blonde hair cut into a bob. Her eyes are blue, her cheeks slightly rounded and rosy. All of this gave her a cheery look. By no means slim but not fat. Breasts not large but her nipples seem to be permanently erect. Even visible, when she is wearing a bra. I suppose that would cheer up any male patients at the hospital.

While we were having our debriefs, we found out that even before the incompatible shift patterns, Clare and Jerry's love life wasn't prolific. He was happy with once a week, she would have preferred once a day or more. It was fine when they had sex, it was never enough for her. She had started using vibrators to make up the difference. As time went on, these got larger and larger. Even so, she had actually struggled with Simon. This was no longer the case. Even a combination of Jerry, Simon and her toys didn't seem to fully satisfy her needs. We did discover that both Jerry and Simon went slow when fucking her, so there was no way of knowing, who we had been hearing. Jerry although well endowed was not in Simon's league.

She was every bit as good as us, at finding things and actually better at hiding them. Simon was getting bolder and was appearing fully in the video clips. Clare was fascinated about the direction our filming and photo sessions were taking.

One day, I came in from work and the two of them were sat on the sofa talking. Julia asked me to sit down as she had something to ask me.

"Am I going to need a drink?"

She poured me one and I took a sip.

"How would you feel about helping me with an article?"

"You know I'm not any sort of writer."

"I'm thinking more about the pictures. I'm trying to make my articles more diverse. Most are written from my perspective as the one being spanked. I got David and others, to describe things from their point of view. Now that I've spanked you. I want to look at things from there. I've asked Clare to help, so that I can photograph. I'm going to try smacking her too."

"I'm not sure about this. It's OK for you, that is what you do. Me and Clare have jobs. Clare?"

"We talked about that, before you got here. We get to choose which pictures are published. We can have our faces at angles, where nobody will recognise us. Unless they have seen our arses before."

"I'm alright giving it a try. If Clare is."

"More to aim at than Julia has." She said with a laugh.

It would be a few days, before we could find a convenient time, when all of us were available, with sufficient time to achieve Julia's requirements. The plan was to take lots of images, from as many angles as possible, with both myself and Clare as the subject. Some would be for us, others for the article and publication.

It was a Sunday. Jerry was on a day shift and wouldn't be back until after 7pm. This would give us all day. Julia set up the camera before going to change into one of her gymslips, blue pants. Clare arrived at about 10 in the morning. Interesting, a nurses uniform. A genuine one but old, maybe 1950s or 1960s, including the white cap. Did I have a thing for uniforms? Or was it Julia and Clare? Whatever the answer, I could feel my cock hardening. I had gone for a shirt, trousers and a waistcoat. Curtains closed today, both in the lounge and dining room.

For Julia's article, Clare would be the first to receive, from my aunt. I would take the pictures under her direction. Julia sat on a dining chair and Clare was across her lap. The hem of her dress up. She was wearing bloomers which ended just above her knee. I continued to use multi shot mode, catching the smacks. The bloomers were pulled down and bunched by Clare's knees. More smacks. They looked hard. It looked through the lens, as though Julia's hand was sinking into the buttocks. A tinge of colour from her anus just visible. Clare was moved to the dining table and bent over it, legs spread wide. Julia took the camera. I applied a few more strokes.

"Fuck her. Fuck her pussy hard."

Had they pre arranged this. Her bum looked red but a lovely shape. I looked at Julia, did she mean it. She nodded. I undid my trousers and dropped them and my boxer shorts. Clare reached a hand back and guided my knob into her pussy. This felt strange. Deja vu of the gymslip session with Julia. I did as I had been requested. I began pumping into our neighbour. I may not be the size of Simon but her pussy felt great. I held on to her soft fleshy hips. Her hand hadn't moved far. I felt a finger brushing me from time to time. She was panting hard. I was at my limit.

"Hold it deep!" She gasped.

I pushed in as far as I could and pulled her towards me. Her hot buttocks against me.

"Yaaaaff."

Her orgasm was powerful. Her vaginal muscles gripped me, her legs quivered. I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Oh, fuck, uh, uh."

I became conscious of the whir and click of the camera. No way, this was for publication. Clare spoke,

"You were right Julia, he's great."

"Not so bad yourself. Can we take a break? I wasn't expecting to do that."

Clare took a tissue from Julia and wiped herself. No longer shaved, a small blonde patch of hair. I pulled up my boxers and did up my trousers.

"Julia, were you really OK with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be. What we have, is based entirely on sex. OK, there is the family connection but I have no problem helping out a friend. How was the first spanking session, Clare?"

"Different. Good job I'm on an early shift tomorrow, Jerry won't expect anything. I think my arse is going to be red for a while. It feels hot. More of the language would help. I like talking when I fuck."

"That can be arranged. This was just for the shoot. I want to spank you some more. I love the wobble on your bum."

This was a turn up. My aunt had shown no interest in Beatrice who was gorgeous. Yet she wanted to spend time with Clare. A different type, or just the spanking? I went to make some coffee. It wasn't even lunchtime, we had both spanked Clare, I'd had sex with her and there were loads of pictures taken. As we drank, Julia showed us the stills and a few short video clips, using the screen on the back of the camera. We would pick the ones for the magazine later. I'm guessing we would be keeping some of the others for ourselves. We took our time. Julia went to make some lunch. I asked Clare,

"Were you expecting that?"

"Hoping, more than expecting. Because I'm here during the day, I spend time with Julia. She told me what you were like. I wanted to try. I wasn't sure you would. I'm glad you did."

Julia returned with some sandwiches, some French bread, cold meat and cheese, laid out on the table where we had just had sex. I don't know if it was subconscious or not but we ate at the other end of the table. A glass of red wine each, to accompany the food. I was to be the 'victim', after lunch, were they expecting another performance? In this company, I would certainly be able to cum again, if required. The lunch things were cleared away and we drained our glasses.

Julia took the camera and added a new memory card. I was placed across Clare's lap. A first time for her. God she was going for it. Julia told her to take it a little easier. I assumed the position Clare had been in. She pulled down my trousers and boxer shorts. My cock was hard. Clare took the camera from Julia and carried on shooting. What the fuck. Something against my anus. Slick. I felt it pushing. My cock twitched. I think my mouth opened but nothing came out. My eyes were open wide. Whatever it was, went further in. Not comfortable but not painful. Jesus. Vibrations.

Pre cum was dripping onto the parquet floor. Julia began spanking me as she had before. The occasional touch of her hand on my knob. I don't think this was part of the shoot. I hoped it wasn't. I think Clare had the camera in video mode. The spanking stopped. Clare was doing her best to record the action. She wouldn't have long to wait. Julia pulled back hard on my shaft, rubbing a finger on my knob and I shot a huge jet of cum onto the floor. The vibrations in my arse nearly made me pass out. Thankfully, Julia turned them off. I'd never felt anything like this. I presume that Clare and Julia were old hands. I had never had anything inside me. Julia hadn't even touched me there.

"Those shots were just for me and Clare." Julia said.

"Want to try Simon? He's bi." Was Clare's comment.

"No fucking way."

The two of then sniggered. I presumed that was not the end, of what they had planned for the future but it was enough for me now. The vibrating butt plug was one of Clare's that she had gone beyond. It was certainly big enough for me. I thought that Julia may have felt left out. It clearly wasn't the case. She had enjoyed the whole thing. Clare returned home to get ready for her early shift. The two of us spent the rest of the day quietly. Julia cuddled up to me on the sofa during the evening. More so, in bed that night.

A few evenings later, the three of us met up to select images for the magazine. Julia also took notes from Clare regarding her feelings, both on the receiving and giving side of the scenario. Clare also took home copies of all of the images and the footage. All of us were happy, that the angles of our heads kept our anonymity. Julia was was impressed with the results.

Less impressive, was the fallout a couple of weeks later. Gina was every bit as sneaky as we were. If not more so. She had a key to the house and used it, when she knew we weren't at home. Julia was away for a couple of days, working with the magazine, on her next set of articles. Gina let herself in, just after I got home from work. I was in the kitchen cooking.

"Phew, you're a kinky fucker. Doing mum in the arse, fucking some chubby nurse and shooting a massive cumshot with a plug in your arsehole."

"What do you want, Gina?"

"Nothing. Certainly not from you. Nice cock, loads of cum but Fiona is all I need. Still having fun with mum?

"Yes, she's great. My future looks messed up though. It's not like we can get married. If my parents find out, there will be hell to pay."

"You must be good, or mum would have got fed up with you by now. There have been a few, since dad died. Another woman is something new. Is mum fucking her? I thought the first woman was going to be Beatrice."

"I don't think so. Just the spanking. If you don't want anything. Why are you interested?"

"Looking after mum's interests and you and mum are the only ones who don't judge me. Even gran thinks I need a cock to cure me."

"We aren't in any sort of position to pass judgement on anyone. How are things going with you?"

"Good. We are thinking about getting married. We're pretty settled now."

"Have you told your mum?"

"Not yet. Early days. Keep it quite. We want to tell her, when we are ready."

With that, she headed home. A bit of a strange encounter. I now had a secret from Julia, shared by her daughter. I didn't feel good about that. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to keep it for too long.

The cul-de-sac where we live only has eight houses. A pretty standard set of occupants. We thought that ourselves and Clare were definitely the most sexually active. Four of the houses were occupied by old couples. The one directly opposite Clare, a single old woman. Not at all like gran. Off to the shops a couple of times a week, with a tartan shopping trolley. Opposite us, a couple and what we assumed was their daughter. They were a bit older than Julia. The daughter looked to be a bit younger than Gina. We were on waving and saying good morning terms. We didn't know anything about them at all. That was until my car had to go into the garage for repairs. I would be without it for a week, while they gathered spare parts and did the work. That would mean taking the bus to work.

On Monday morning I walked up to the main road and turned left. The bus stop is about a hundred yards along. Stood in the bus shelter, the daughter, who lived opposite, with a small bag.

"Good morning. Off to work?"

"Morning. No, the college in town. I've not seen you on the bus before."

I told her about the car. She explained that she chosen the local college, rather than university, to keep costs down. She didn't want to end up with a large student loan debt. Plus she could live at home, rent free. Over a couple of days we spoke more at the bus stop and on the bus into town. She thought the cul-de-sac was pretty boring. Her mum was only interested in her quilting and sewing group. Her dad had his head permanently in old books. Most of the 'wrinklies' in the other houses weren't very interesting. On the other hand, she was more interested in us and Clare. I suppose, because were were, if only a little bit, closer to her age.

Her name is Laura. Nineteen years old, her hair has a blonde with a reddish tinge, green eyes. Slim and relatively tall, average looking but not unattractive. With her age, not someone I would be looking to leap into bed with.

"Lots of coming and going at your place. You spend a lot of time with the nurse."

I didn't say anything. Other than saying that her name is Clare.

"It was fun when the dyke and her girlfriend had your room. They used to flash me out of the window."

I coughed.

"I suppose you mean Gina. She's Julia's daughter. She and Helen live together now."

"Less fun now. When her husband was alive, I used to see them in the living room. I can look down into the lounge, like you can into ours. Not that you'll see anything interesting. The curtains are closed a lot now, in yours."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"The nurse has a few guys visit, when her husband's at work."

"Do you spend all of your time looking at the other houses?"

"Quite a lot of it. I have my desk set up below the window. You can't help noticing when somebody moves, it catches my eye. The old couple, the other side of you to the nurse, have sex every Sunday afternoon. They do it in the lounge. She rides him while he lays on the rug. They don't think anyone will be able to see them."

I discussed the revelation with Julia. She thought my suggestion, to leave the lounge curtains open, was filled with risk. Not much for us to gain from it, other than the thrill of being watched. The corresponding chance, of the nature of our relationship being exposed. I started leaving the curtains in the front bedroom open. Although I shared Julia's bed, all of my clothes were in the second bedroom, at the front of the house. I presumed that I was being watched. We also let Clare know that Laura was watching the comings and goings. She didn't seem to bothered.

"If Laura was going to say something, she would have done it by now. We snoop, it seems like she likes to watch. She knows plenty about me, I've no problem with her seeing me."

We made a plan for the next weekend, that Clare had off. Curtains open, I spanked her over my knee on the sofa, her bum facing the window. We moved to the floor, below the level of the windows, to avoid being seen from the footpath. We slid out of our clothes. I went down on her, before moving up to fuck her. For the finale, she got on all fours and I came in her arse.

On Monday morning, even though I had my car back, I went to work by bus. Laura was at the stop already.

"Good morning."

"Not as good as the afternoon you had yesterday."

"We wondered if you would be watching."

"I was supposed to be writing an essay. Hard to concentrate with that going on. The best thing I've seen in ages. Julia used to get her bum smacked by her husband. Clare does it too, that's cool. Didn't you mind Julia being sat there watching?"

"No, we've got used to it. You don't seem to think any of this is strange."

"Why would I. It's sex. The old couple next door to you, started just after you finished. Clare's body is a lot better than hers. You did her in the bum, didn't you? I've not seen the old couple do that."

"Can I ask, why you haven't said anything to anyone about what you've seen, until now?"

"If I had, it might have stopped. I don't want it to. I like it. I've been watching you, since you started leaving your curtains open. You did that with Clare, for me, didn't you?"

"Partly. We've done it before. You know she has other men, one more for your list."

She started to ask me about Julia. Thankfully, at least for now, we reached my stop.

"Another time."

She looked disappointed. That evening I talked to Julia, trying to work out what story to feed Laura. We decided on the lodger line, at least for the time being. I carried on getting dressed in the front bedroom. One evening, I persuaded Julia to join me. We took our showers and went to my room to dry off.

When we had, she placed her hands on the window sill. I stood behind her, a hand between her legs, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Was Laura watching. It was always difficult to tell. Her room was almost always dark or with a very dim light on. I supposed, so that she could see out better. Julia's orgasm was almost silent, just a slight exhale but she was twitching. I slid my dick, down the crease between her buttocks, she took hold and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. I pushed forward and she let out a contented sigh. Possibly turned on by what we were doing, potentially for someone else's benefit, both of us came quicker than we normally do. After I withdrew, Julia bent and sucked my dick clean. We turned off the light and went to her room.

We had just finished dinner the following evening and were sat in the lounge watching TV. There was a knock at the door. Julia went to answer it and returned with Laura. I made the formal introduction. Julia turned off the TV.

"Do you have some time to talk? Mum's at her sewing circle and dad is giving a lecture at the library."

"OK. We can guess, what about."

"Mike has probably told you that I watch. You and your husband, Mike and Clare, the two of you and the oldies next door. I wanted to say thank you. Last night was incredible. Your face looked great, when you got off."

"Clare, Mike and me have been wondering what you get out of it. Do you want to join in?"

"Oh no. I'm not interested in that. I don't want to touch or be touched by anyone else. I'm only interested in watching. I'm happy getting off while I watch. Is that strange?"

"No stranger than us. A bit unusual for someone your age." I said.

"Probably but I'm only interested in masturbation. Plenty of blokes and the occasional woman, make passes at me but I'm not interested. No idea why, or if something set me off like this."

"Probably like me, hearing your parents." I said.

"Maybe. Not very interesting. Ten o'clock every Saturday night, rocking bed and a couple of grunts from dad. He's always last in bed. Sometimes he doesn't fully close the door, probably in a hurry. In the summer they do it on top of the covers. Licking his fingers, rubbing her pussy and away he goes. I almost got caught the first time. As soon as he cums, mum dashes to the toilet. She doesn't cum often. When she does, you'd hardly notice."

"I suppose that would be the same for a lot of couples."

"Not you two, or is it three? My uncle and aunt are a lot more interesting. Me and my cousin used to get off watching their videos. He's got a girlfriend now, so that has come to an end."

Julia picked up on the family angle.

"So, you get turned on, watching your relations?"

"Not exactly. Hard to get excited watching mum and dad. That's just the danger aspect. Uncle Cliff and auntie Jean are different. They talk dirty, do everything you can think of and are loud when they cum, like me. Cousin Tony was the first person I saw ejaculate. I found that it turned me on."

"If you're loud, how do you manage, watching us?"

"I study leather work at college. I made a padded leather tube, to bite on. Everyone wondered what I was making but I wouldn't tell them. It's a lot better when I'm on my own. Tony thought it was great. He's like his dad. He makes a fair bit of noise when he cums."

"Shall we?" Julia asked, looking at me.

"Laura, I think we can trust you. You haven't said anything about the three of us, so far. This might be a bit much, even for you. Julia is my mum's little sister."

She whistled.

"Sorry. Too much?"

"No. Just a bit surprising. It's not like I'm shocked. OK, I didn't fuck Tony. In fact I've never fucked anyone but I let him shoot his cum on my tits. He had a close up view when I'd cum. We set our limits. You've set yours."

"Probably a bit too late for limits in our case."

She chuckled.

"You three are a bit like Cliff and Jean. You have Clare. Sometimes they have Cliff's brother Gordon. Tony was a bit shocked at that but Jean seemed to love it. She's mum's sister, so I don't know why mum isn't like her."

"So, you don't want to join us. You like watching. How do you want this to go?" Julia asked.

"I've not thought about that. I just wanted to thank you, for what you did. You did that for me. So I was really grateful. If I can carry on watching, that would be amazing."

"How would you feel about being here, rather than in your room?"

"It might be difficult, without some reason to be here. Mum and dad are out sometimes, it would be OK then. Do you have Bluetooth?"

Julia nodded and took out her phone. Laura did the same and clicked a couple of functions.

"In return for your show. Got it?" She said.

"Yes."

"OK, see you later." As she got up and left.

Too small to view on her phone, Julia transferred the file to her laptop. Taken using the camera on Laura's phone? It was on the floor. It looked like the foot of a bed. Into shot, a pair of legs, which squatted down. Now, a sparsely haired blonde pussy. Was this the view her cousin Tony had? Fingers stroked the labia, slowly and deliberately. A few minutes passed and her juices began to flow. A finger ran up and down her slit and hooked into her vagina. It dragged up across a lovely looking clit, just poking out from beneath its hood. The thighs at the edges of the picture shook. Fingers parted her lips. Her opening formed a diamond, her peehole just visible below her clit.

She resumed the hooking movement over her clit. A slight movement of her legs, a finger from her other hand, rubbing her juices down her perineum, on to her anus. The tip on the index finger pushed inside. Some strange noises. The anus gripping and releasing the finger, her vagina and clit throbbing. Her thighs held wide but trembling. A minute or so later, a hand lifts the camera, up over her covered body. Laura's face was bright red in her mouth, a leather roll, just over an inch in diameter. He mouth opened, the roll fell and she blew a kiss before the file ended.

"That was great. She's so sweet. I would love to hear her, without her gag." Julia said.

"Don't be put out but her pussy is fantastic. That was great to watch."

"I don't mind, she's a young, cute virgin. I can't compete with that."

"Don't worry. I'm not jumping ship but who wouldn't be tempted."

"Mmmm."

Laura had started coming to the house in the morning for a lift to college. During the drive in, she was keen for a reaction.

"What did you expect. We were both blown away. It was incredible. We want to hear you."

"I even surprised myself. My pussy and arse are cute."

"You won't get any disagreement form me or Julia."

"That orgasm was fucking amazing. I sunk a couple of my teeth through the leather. I need to make something with thicker hide. I almost let go and screamed."

Julia was keen to arrange a spanking session, which Laura could watch. It didn't seem to be easy, to find time when Laura could visit and when Clare wasn't working. In the meantime, we continued to play and swap information. Clare and Jerry's shifts seemed to align for a short while and we heard them fucking, more than we had since I moved in. Clare seemed content with this. We carried on using the front bedroom for Laura's benefit. Julia bent down and sucked my cock, finishing me off by wanking me, to shoot my cum on her tits. A recreation of Laura and Tony's action. She seemed ecstatic about this. She had mentioned seeing Tony ejaculate, was this something she really liked? It had done something. A minute later her light came on. She stood naked at her window. The first time we had seen anything other than a close up of her pussy. She seemed to be good at hiding her boobs. Possibly not wanting to attract partners. They were amazing. A good size and incredibly firm looking. No wonder Tony had cum on them.

Laura had news too. It looked as if our meet up would happen shortly. Her dad had been invited to give a lecture at a university. It would mean a weekend away, so her mum had decided to go along, for a bit of a break. She had also heard her mum cum, through the wall. The first time this had happened. Last Saturday night, their door had been closed. Her mum had let out a series of loud groans. Laura was frustrated that she hadn't been able to see what causes this sudden change.

The weekend finally arrived, when Laura would get to be with the three of us. Her parents left after work on Friday. The usual warning not to wreck the house, with wild parties. Highly unlikely for Laura, as we had never seen her bring back a single friend. She came to dinner and we had a few drinks. The conversation revolved around what she would like to see. At the end of the evening, she walked back across the road. We told her to come back at about 10 in the morning, when Clare would also be there.

Showered and dressed after breakfast, gymslip and green knickers for Julia, waistcoat outfit for me. Clare arrived with Laura, who had seen her coming out of her door. The vintage outfit replaced by her current uniform. Laura normally wore Jeans and a baggy top. Today, she wore a loose fitting dress. Although Laura had witnessed Clare's spanking, they hadn't formally met. Of course they had seen each other around the close but weren't really on speaking terms. It didn't take them long to strike up a conversation.

Clare was eager to get going and wanted to do things within a scenario, rather than for the photo shoot. Myself and Julia were more than willing to oblige. We moved in to the dining room.

"Nurse, I have received some disturbing comments about your conduct. As manager of this department, it is my duty to investigate."

"I've done nothing wrong, sir."

"I have been told that you were having oral sex with a male patient."

"No sir."

"You were also seen, with your fingers in the vagina of the senior radiographer."

"It wasn't me."

"Several people saw you. You must be punished. Bend over. Put your hands on your knees."

"Sir."

"Do it now."

She bent forward, she wiggled her bum. He bottom bulged. I stroked her right buttock before bringing down a sharp smack over the crisp material. I gave her four on each cheek, she let out a gasp with each. I flicked up her skirt. Her cheeks were slightly red.

"My god nurse, you have no underwear on. That is against regulations."

"Sorry sir, I wet them."

"Anybody might see you. That is not acceptable."

I gave her four more on each cheek.

"You have juices running down your legs. You should not be excited by this. I see that more is required."

"No sir, no more."

I undid my trousers, letting them fall to my ankles. I poked my cock through the opening in my boxer shorts and ran it between her thighs.

"No! No! I'll get pregnant." She yelled.

"Well then, what have we here?" Rubbing the tip of my knob on her anus.

"Oh sir, please don't. I can't do that."

I felt a presence beside me. From the corner of my eye, I saw the pattern of Laura's dress. I pressed my knob into her, holding just after the crest passed her sphincter.

"Owwww! Shit. You dirty old fucker. I'll report you for this."

I pushed fully home. A slight whistling noise from Laura.

"Matron. This nurse needs some help."

Julia moved to the other side of us, from where Laura was staring at Clare's arse. I could feel a finger inside her vagina, rubbing against my cock. Clare was breathing really heavily and I began slowly fucking her. The suction on my dick felt incredible. Julia was working her magic. I could feel the pressure rising. Both in her and me. Clare began to shake and I withdrew, just in time to shoot a visible stream of cum into her open anus.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, aaaaaah."

I was stunned to see Laura reach out a finger and run it across Clare's cum drenched anus.

"Hoo, hoo." As she shuddered to what looked like an aftershock.

I turned to Laura.

"I thought you didn't touch."

She didn't say anything but did have a quizzical look on her face. As if she wondered herself, why she had done it. A dribble of my cum was running down Clare's leg. Julia rubbed it in to the exposed thigh. Clare raised herself to stand up.

"I never get tired of that. So much easier than Simon's monster." She said.

Julia moved to Laura, presumably whispering in her ear, details about Simon, Judging by her open mouthed expression. I pulled up my trousers and followed Clare upstairs for a clean up. I let Clare go first. I went to my room for some clean boxer shorts. When we returned, Laura and Julia were in the kitchen, deep in conversation. We left them to it.

"That was so much better with the role play." Clare said.

"Glad you liked it."

Julia returned with a tray of sandwiches. Laura followed with a jug of iced lemonade and some glasses. Clare opened up the conversation.

"Laura, how was your first up close viewing experience?"

"Fantastic. You bum had a lovely wobble when Mike hit it. I was amazed at how quick he shoved his cock in you. I only use a finger in mine, it's quite tight."

"No secrets here. I've been doing anal almost since I started having sex. I know not everyone likes it. I do."

"Sorry I touched you. I don't know why I did that. That's the first time I've touched anyone like that. Even when I masturbated with my cousin we never touched each other."

"Don't worry. Do what you are comfortable with."

After we had eaten, it soon became clear what Julia and Laura had been talking about. I was ordered to strip. Julia's expert spanking was applied to my rear, as I held on to the back of a chair. I felt my anus being probed by one of her fingers. The lube eased the entry. After my last experience, I was ready for the plug. The vibrations felt faster, more intense than before.

"Stand! Turn around!"

In front of me a naked and kneeling Laura. Looking down, her breasts looked incredible.

"You will cum on those magnificent mounds." Julia commanded.

I was struggling to concentrate. The vibrations inside me were making my knees wobble. Julia pulled back my foreskin and ran her index finger and thumb up and down my exposed glans.

"Ah, uh, uh, uh, uh."

The first spurt jetted across the gap between us, hitting Laura's upper lip. She recoiled. It was followed by globs on her chest between her breasts. The plug was still on. Cum continued to dribble from the tip of my cock. Now onto the floor between us. Thankfully, Julia pressed the base and the vibrations ceased.

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it."

Julia spanked my arse hard.

"That wasn't her tits."

"It's alright. I just wasn't expecting it." Laura said.

She wiped her face with he fingers. Clare stepped in and wiped up the rest with some tissues. I told them that I wasn't good for anything else for a while. Julia bent over the table.

"Go on Laura, give it a go."

She had seen what I did to Clare. She lifted the hem of the gymslip. She bent to look between Julia's legs. The gusset of her pants was wet. Laura a bit nervous, didn't use any of the role play. She pulled down the green school pants. Again stopping to inspect what was revealed. She was close, almost breathing in Julia's scent. Standing, she replicated what I had done to Clare, with the strokes and smacks. Raising a red glow on each buttock. She placed a palm flat on the heat, feeling the warmth.

"I can't cum on you like your cousin but we need to cum, badly." Julia said.

Julia kicked off her knickers and pulled off the gymslip. She took Laura's hand and took her to the living room. The two of them Lay face to pussy on the rug. Fingers to their pussies. Both were wet before they even lay down. I watched Julia masturbating fairly regularly, when she needed more than I could give her. I focused on Laura. Watching her in the flesh was even more intoxicating than the video. Her bottom was smooth with a small dimple in each cheek. As she felt her orgasm approach, she lifted her upper leg and pushed her index finger into her arsehole, further than she had on the video.

"YAAAAAAAAH! OH! OH! OH!"

She wasn't wrong. Boy that was loud. There would be no hiding that from her parents. We heard Clare through the wall but even she jumped at the sound.

Julia moved first. She placed herself face to face with Laura and gazed into her eyes. Finally, the naked twosome pulled on their dresses. Julia left her pants on the floor. It didn't appear that Laura was wearing any. She started the conversation.

"This has been amazing. Sorry if I didn't do any talking. I wasn't sure what to do. Your bum felt so hot. You really do like it, don't you?"

"Yes. After all these years, I still don't fully understand it but you did great."

"I've seen auntie Jean finger Cliff's bum while she wanked him. His cum went everywhere but even they didn't put anything in him. Is that plug still in you?"

I leant back in my seat, pulling my knees up, showing the base of the plug.

"Can I take it out?" She asked.

"Take hold and ease it out gently." Julia told her.

I felt the pressure and pushed. The plug eased out of me. She held it up to inspect it.

"Uw, it's quite big. I like playing with my bum but I'm happy with just a finger. Same with my fanny. I hope you don't mind me touching you all but not wanting it the other way round."

"It's fine. We all respect what you want." Julia said.

I didn't want to cook and I presumed that nobody else did. I took the car and returned with fish and chips for four. Julia had the table laid by the time I got back. We took our time eating. White wine didn't rally go with the food but I don't think any of us were bothered. While we ate, Laura told us all about Anne and Maurice our elderly neighbours.

The are both skinny tanned and wrinkled. He has a small cock and big balls. She small saggy tits with long nipples and grey straggly pubes. They suck and fuck on the living room rug, every Sunday after noon about 3pm.

"That's a turn up for the books. They always seem nice enough if you see them in the street. Including Laura, that's half of the houses here, with something to hide. Do you reckon the lady with the shopping trolley is up for it?" Clare said.

I choked on my wine. The others fell about laughing.

"Maybe she has a Sybian in there." Laura said

That was it, we all lost it. None of us felt like doing anything else that evening. Clare left at 7, in time to meet Jerry, coming home from work. The three of us sat in the lounge, drinking almost all of the wine in the house. Laura stumbled home after 10.

I woke late, with a pounding headache. I don't drink wine often, this was why. A pint of water and some headache pills kicked in, about an hour later. Julia thought it was hilarious and made us some coffee. She asked,

"What was your view on yesterday?"

"Awesome. The three of us are always happy with what we get up to. Laura added a new dimension. Snooping on us in real time. Her body is incredible but I still feel guilty about cumming on her face. I know she said not to worry about it but I can't help it."

"I know what you mean. We should be happy with what she does, without expecting anything of her. Personally, I could watch her cum like that, as often as she's willing to share."

I fell asleep on the sofa for most of the day, while Julia tapped away on her laptop, with her latest article. Julia put cups of coffee beside me, from time to time, as she took breaks. Laura arrived at the same time as Clare, who was carrying a pile of pizza boxes. I was still half asleep but got out some plates and cutlery. The three of them had a glass of red wine, I couldn't face that and opted for a tonic water. When we had finished eating, Laura said that she had something to share. She handed Julia a digital camera.

"It's dad's. Can you get the footage off it?"

Julia found a lead and connected it to her laptop?

"Better wipe it off the camera, dad won't want to see this."

Anne and Maurice walked into their lounge, naked. Stood proudly, face to face rather than sneaking. His hands on her bum, her right one between them, probably on his balls. Moving to the floor Maurice was on his back Anne squatting on his face. Facing his feet, one hand cupped his large balls, the other wanking his cock. As he gained his erection, she bent forward applying the tip of her tongue repeatedly to the eye in his knob. Which she kept up for several minutes. It wasn't possible to tell from Laura's viewpoint what Maurice was up to. The next move gave a good hint. Moving from her knees to her feet, she moved down his body. Leaning back a bit, with his help she absorbed his cock in her arse. Moving up and down slowly, she rode him gently.

"Does everyone get fucked in the arse? I can't imagine mum doing that." Laura asked.

"No. It's like everything else. It's down to individual taste." Julia said.

On the screen, Anne was rubbing her clit hard. A neat, tight looking slit. Her knees closed and her mouth opened. An orgasm? Maurice lifted his upper body, gradually rolling Ann onto her hands and knees. Sliding out from under her, he knelt before her wanking himself. He shot his load across the few inches gap and into her open mouth. After which She sucked his knob. Even we were open mouthed at this.

"That's one dirty old lady. I've never done that. You, Clare?" Julia said.

"Never."

"Pretty cool isn't she." Laura chipped in.

I don't think we had any idea what to say. Without a connecting wall, Julia had no clue that her neighbours had been doing this.

Time was pushing on and arrangements were being made for how we would be spending Christmas. Clare said that she had shifts to work. Laura was staying at home with her parents. Myself and Julia would be staying with mum and dad for a couple of days.

On one of our car trips into town, Laura explained what she had discovered, about her mum's noises during her orgasm. On Saturday night as normal, her parents had sex. The door slightly open. Laura crept away as her mum did her toilet dash. There had been more noise. For the first time, her mum hadn't fully closed the door. Laura had heard it close but it had bounced open slightly. She had returned to peek. Her dad was snoring gently. Her mum knees up was pushing the handle of a hairbrush into her anus. She started to masturbate. A hand across her mouth. Reaching her peak, her muscle spasms ejected the brush handle. A it emerged, her hand slipped and moderately loud,

"Ahhhh." passed her lips.

Her husband didn't move or stir from his snoring. Far from stopping, she carried on rubbing her clit and came again. Slightly louder still. Like her daughter, her vocal orgasms were coming from masturbating.

I've always liked Christmas. This was going to be something different. Gran was away with her friends at a hotel. So it would just be the four of us. No distant relatives this year. Dad had been to the attic for the old tree and decorations, the house was looking festive when we arrived on Christmas eve. Mum had some mulled wine on the go, to get us into the mood. We sat around talking, normal family stuff. No hint of our secret being divulged or that mum knew about my snooping. Dinner was a light affair, in preparation for a large Christmas dinner. Just a couple of drinks before bed. I was in my old room, Julia in the third. All of the decoration boxes piled up in the box room. Nothing untoward happened.

In the morning we met downstairs and exchanged presents before breakfast. When I was at home, breakfast was usually cereal or toast. Today, Danish pastries, croissants, coffee and fruit juice. By mid morning, mum and Julia started getting our Christmas lunch ready. Dad started on the beer. A bit early for me. I waited for mum and Julia, before taking a glass of sparkling white wine. We had another with our Christmas lunch, by which time dad was on his third pint. We played a few board games in the afternoon before picking at some leftovers during the evening. By about 8, dad was asleep on the sofa. The three of us talked and drank a little more. Whiskey for me, brandy for mum and Julia. At about 10, the three of us managed to get dad upstairs and down to his boxer shorts, before laying him on their bed. I showered and headed to bed. About half an hour later my door opened. No light on the landing. It had to be Julia.

I was right. She pulled me down the bed, my head just off the pillow. She bent over and kissed me,

"Keep quiet."

She got on to the bed, raising her leg she knelt astride my head, facing my feet. Lowering herself, my nose brushed her anus as her pussy made contact with my mouth. I began to lick and nibble at her pussy. A hand grasped my cock and began stroking up and down, brushing against my balls and then up to my knob. Hardening quickly, my foreskin was pulled back and the wanking of my cock increased in speed. I felt her bending forward. Lips kissing the very tip of my knob. What, no! The bed dipped. This wasn't happening.

That wasn't Julia's mouth or even her hand. Inner thighs brushed against my hips. I reached out a hand. My cock was being rubbed along the slit of a shaved pussy. The prominent clit, hard to the touch. A sigh from above my groin. A hand made contact with mine. My knob pulled, then a different sensation, one I knew well, contact with a puckered anus. Then the the feeling of a tight ring, sliding down my cock. Inch by inch inch it went, until the buttocks landed on my thighs. This was bad. Way worse than anything I could have envisaged. Julia was still rubbing her pussy against my face.

"Keep licking, I need to cum."

I had been neglecting her, thrown off my stride, by what was happening to me. I did my best in the circumstances, to flick her clit with my tongue. A hand took mine and returned it to the clit above my cock. Hard, throbbing and slick, I rubbed as the anus rose and fell on my cock. Drawing up slowly and dropping down hard, the buttocks slapping my thighs as they fell. A yell from my middle,

"CUMMING! AHHHHHHH!"

Julia groaned as her fluids flooded my mouth. Unable to hold back, I almost screamed into Julia's pussy as I filled my mother's ass with probably the most cum I had ever ejected. Julia lifted her knee and climbed off the bed. There above me was my mum, nipples erect. Leaning back slightly, my cock still in her arse, her pussy, the first time I had seen it shaved, wide open and clit standing proud. Holding her labia wide apart, she manipulated her clit, frigging herself to a second huge orgasm. She flopped forward, kissing her sisters fluids from my mouth.

"Merry Christmas Mike. Julia was right, that was incredible."

I looked at Julia and she shrugged. My cock, now limp slipped from the tight hole. She climbed off the bed and left the room.

"Sorry Mike but she needed that a lot more than I did."

"Dad?"

"Comatose. I don't suppose he will even remember it was Christmas, when he wakes up."

"How long has mum known about us?"

"She made an educated guess, just after you moved in. She's my sister, we have a sort of understanding. We talk on the phone. It isn't hard for either of us to work out what the other one is up to. You are going to have some mixed feelings, that's understandable. Looking at her face, that was the best fuck she has had in ages."

I didn't say anything. She got in bed beside me and put her arm around me. I lay awake for a long time before drifting off. Julia had no such problem. In the morning, it was like none of it had happened. Mum made breakfast, I sat with Julia on the armchairs drinking coffee, dad lay on the sofa, nursing a mammoth hangover. A fairly standard boxing day. Lunch consisted of turkey sandwiches, leftovers from yesterday, Christmas cake and mince pies. Dad started to feel a little better after lunch and joined in some of the conversations. Late in the afternoon, we packed our bags and headed for home. As I was walking out of the door, mum kissed my cheek and dropped something into my pocket.

"A little something extra for you."

As Julia started driving us home, I put my hand in my pocket. It took me a while to find what mum had dropped in. It was a micro SD card, the sort you use in mobile phones.

"Do you have an adaptor for one of these?"

"Of course. No need to snoop, I'm guessing."

We arrived home early in the evening, it's only about about an hours drive. Dropping our bags upstairs, I handed the card to Julia. She put it into an adaptor and stuck it in one of the USB slots on her laptop. A couple of video files were shown. This was definitely selfshot from a mobile not dad's digital. In the order they were filmed.

Mum squatting over a towel, trimming her pubic hair with scissors. Down to a short stubble. Then lathering up and shaving herself. Wiping away the soap she inspected herself with a mirror. She seemed to approve of the results.

The next involved the two butt plugs, I had seen in the wooden box. Some KY jelly was wiped over both. The first slipped in with one push. She withdrew it slowly. The second, was inserted more slowly, with a fucking motion. She held the widest part in her anus, for a few seconds before pushing it inside. Twenty or thirty seconds passed, she squeezed it onto the floor, without using her hands. She picked up a dildo, not one I had seen. Bigger than my cock. Almost the size of some of Clare's. She squirted the jelly into her palm and used a wanking motion to coat the toy. She jammed the suction cup onto the floor. She positioned herself over it and force the knob of it inside her arse.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuh, fuh, fuh."

Julia, sat on the computer chair had her hand inside her knickers. Mum began to wiggle her bum very slightly, gradually taking in more of the dildo. Lifting slightly her anus dragged on the toy. Feeling the easing, she took in more of the shaft. She hit the bottom. Julia was masturbating herself hard. Mum reached for one of her old vibrators. She placed it vertically along her slit and in contact with her clit. The buzzing began and she inched up and down on the dildo.

"Fuck me Mike. Fuck me in the arse. Shoot your spunk in MEEEEEEEEE!"

A jet of fluid squirted from her pussy, the flow sprayed by the vibrator at her pussy.

"Oh, oh, shit, shit."

She came again, before dropping the vibrator. It was still buzzing on the floor. The impact here was no less extreme. I came into my boxer shorts without touching myself. Julia shuddered and groaned.

"How's that for an extra Christmas present? She asked.

"Setting aside that it was mum, pretty fucking extreme. I need to change my boxers."

"My knickers are soaked too. That last bit was for you. She was worried you would freak out if you came in her pussy."

"Probably the least of my worries. I know some men have a thing about fucking sisters. It's a bit different if one of them is your mum."

"Time for a shower and bed. At least it's still the holiday season. No need to get up early."

We slept soundly. The fact that mum wanted this so much, seemed to remove any guilt or responsibility from me. I cuddled up to Julia as we slept. In the morning I got up late. Julia was still asleep. I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. It was about ten thirty. There was a knock at the door. It was Laura. Hearing voices, Julia appeared. Laura had seen the car back outside and me moving around. It appeared to have been a strange Christmas break for both of us. Julia blurted out what had happened on Christmas night and what was on the SD card.

"Wow. Even for you that's a bit messed up. I can't imagine having sex with my dad. Well, it's hard for me to imagine having sex with anyone. I'd still liked to have watched though."

"That's not happening." I said.

"Talking of watching, I got caught. I was watching Anne and Maurice yesterday. Auntie Jean and Uncle Cliff are away at a hotel, so they called up on Zoom, when they had chance, to wish us seasons greetings. Mum came to find me and saw me with my hand in my pants. She came up behind me. I almost had a heart attack."

"That doesn't sound great."

"I thought she was going to shout at me. Or smack me round the back of the head. She just looked out of the window and took in the scene. She pulled the leather out of my mouth and told me to finish wanking later, as I was needed for the Zoom call."

"That sounds positive and certainly less fucked up than my night."

"I don't know if it's positive. It was odd. When dad was watching TV, she came and knocked on my door. It would have been better if she did that earlier."

She told us that they had sat on her bed, her mum started off talking about Anne and Maurice. How saggy her tits were, how long her nipples are. Crikey he has big bollocks and so on. She had asked about the gag, how often she watched them and what they got up to. Laura told her. She seemed really amazed and surprised. She knew that Jean was noisy when she had orgasms, when they had been at home. She had tried to keep quiet, like Laura.

"Do they really do all of those things?"

"Yes, and I'm guessing more. I only see them in their living room."

"I wouldn't do some of that."

"I don't do any of it."

"Really?"

"I'm only interested in watching and masturbating."

Her mum was shocked that she was still a virgin. She kept pushing about what Laura watched. She admitted that both Clare and Julia of their neighbours, were pretty active. Taking a chance she added,

"I won't be wanting to borrow your hairbrush."

Her mum had sat silent for a couple of minutes. When she finally spoke, she asked what Laura had seen. She explained about watching them have sex, which didn't look that satisfying and her mum masturbating which appeared more so. Her mum seemed really embarrassed, looking at the floor.

"You were the one who asked what I watch. Look mum, this is out in the open. I've watched you and you caught me, doing what I do. There's no point burying our heads in the sand. You get more satisfaction masturbating than having sex. I masturbate and don't want to have sex. Things can either be really awkward between us or we can talk, like adults."

As it turned out, Laura gained a lot from her Christmas encounter. A lot more open and frank relationship with her mum. I now had a totally different relationship with mine. I think Laura enjoyed what she now had. I wasn't so sure. I loved my relationship with Julia. The introduction of my mum, had the potential to wreck this, or at least make it awkward. I phoned and spoke to mum for ages. Trying to see what she wanted. It wasn't necessarily me. It was just somebody who was able to satisfy her. That wasn't my dad. His main interest was taking the pictures. Anything other than that came second, by a long way. I was just there and available. In some ways this was good, as it meant I wasn't her obsession. None of the people we knew, were likely to be able to help, other than Clare. I said I would talk to Julia and see if we could help.

On Clare's next day off, Julia managed to get some time with her, while I was at work. She outlined the situation. Clare had a beaming smile on her face, finding out that I'd fucked my mum in the arse, while Julia sat on my face. Clare's proposal was an introduction to Simon. He was currently her only partner, in addition to her husband. Julia was concerned. She wouldn't or couldn't cope with his size. Would her sister? Clare give her his measurements and told her that he would definitely be interested, in a new opportunity. The next stage was for Julia, to sound out mum on whether she was interested. In the circumstances, I didn't think there would be much chance of her turning it down.

While dad was at work, mum drove over and Julia introduced her to Clare. Plenty of conversation and a demonstration of some of her Simon girth toys, had caused some excitement and also some shock. The upshot being that when Simon and Clare were available and Jerry was on nights, they would meet up. Dad would be told that mum was spending a couple of days with us.

While we were waiting for the stars to align, things had moved on for Laura. She hadn't told her mum about the family link between myself and Julia. However, the two of them now watched us when we were in the front bedroom, as well as Anne and Maurice. Her mum had just watched to start with, even though Laura was masturbating beside her. Watching the two of us have an anal session was too much for her and she got herself off, too. As it transpired they both liked playing with their arseholes while they masturbated. Laura, better with technology, had ordered an anal training kit, of three butt plugs. She only used the smallest, her mum the larger two. Her mum loved watching us and our neighbours doing anal. Laura still preferred watching me and Maurice shoot our loads. They would talk about what they had seen. The two of them began leaving their bedroom doors ajar at night. Each peeking in on the other, from time to time. Their orgasms late at night also becoming more vocal as Laura's dad either slept through them or pretended not to hear.

About four weeks after Mum met Clare, dates seemed to fall into place. Mum packed a bag and came to stay with us. The following day, Clare began a few days off from her shift cycle. Jerry was on a series of nights, 6pm to 6am. Simon, because of how his driving went, was off every evening. Julia and myself thought it best to stay at our place. Clare would host but stay out of the way. However, mum had other ideas. She was used to being photographed or filmed. Having heard and more recently witnessed Simon on Clare's tablet, she wanted some of that.

An hour after Jerry left for work, mum went next door to Clare's. We saw Simon's car arrive about thirty minutes later. We sat and drank, imagining what was going on next door. Eventually, with no sign of mum, we went to bed. This was Friday night. Normally, we would have given Laura and her mum something to watch. Today we had other things on our mind. On Saturday morning, I was up early, perhaps 6am. I went to my room to get dressed. Mum was asleep in my bed, naked from the waist up. I pulled the duvet over her and got dressed. I was well on to my second cup of coffee before Julia arrived downstairs. A flush of the toilet half an hour later showed that mum was awake. She looked tired when she came into the lounge in a pair of pyjamas.

"Well?" Julia questioned.

"Well, what?"

"Don't give me that. Was it worth the deception and organisation?"

"Like nothing I could have imagined. Even from the descriptions and Clare's video, it didn't do justice to him. Not just the size but how gentle and considerate he is. I don't think there is any going back from this. I think I'm going to talk to Doug. I think even he would be happy to film and photograph."

"Would dad really be OK with that?"

"Probably. He likes to see me cum. He would have liked last night."

Clare arrived, letting herself in with her key. She handed her tablet to Julia, who connected it to the TV and pressed play. He was knelt beside Clare's bed and licked and sucked her pussy, whilst probing mum's anus with finger and thumbs. She came twice. The second one, looked and sounded intense. Without her moving he pushed her legs wide and positioned the tip of his knob at the entrance to her vagina. She spread her lips as wide as she could, with her fingers. She rubbed her clit as he entered.

"Fuck, fuck, so big. Ooooooh."

Like he did with Clare, he went slowly, I don't think he had much choice. The lips of her pussy, stretched to the maximum, following the slow penetration and withdrawal. Within five minutes, she came again,

"Naaaaaaaah."

No sign of speeding up or slacking off from Simon. He withdrew to the entrance of her vagina before pushing fully home. Some time passed before his buttocks clenched and he came inside her. She held him in until he softened. Whether this had been planned or not, only Clare would know. The tablet moved, handed to Simon. Clare bent to the position Simon had started in. She moved her mouth to the wide open pussy, applying her lips and tongue, taking Simon's cum into her mouth. What is more, her ministrations were making mum writhe on the bed. I see what she meant about dad liking it, was this her first orgasm with another woman?

"Oh, oh, oh, aaarrr."

The tablet went off for a bit. When the video resumed, mum was struggling to get more than the knob of Simon's cock into her mouth. Holding his balls with one hand, she was stroking his shaft with the other. She pulled away, flexing her jaws. She bent over, hands on the bed. Simon, took a bottle of lube from the bedside cupboard. She wasn't going to? She had taken the big dildo in her bum, this was no longer but definitely wider. He slavered the fluid on to his large member and pushed plenty into her, with his fingers. Clare was the only person we had seen take anything this size anally. He rubbed against her rubbery ring. She opened, taking half of his knob. He eased in past his crest.

"Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. Huh, huh, huh."

He held his position. Letting her get used to his girth. Feeling an easing he began to fuck her, slowly as he had in her pussy. She brought back one of her hands to her pussy. He actually seemed be starting to fuck her harder. She was letting out an ah, with every thrust. Before,

"Shit. Shit. Shoooooo."

She squirted onto the floor, as he grunted at his orgasm, flooding her rectum.

"That's it for the filming. Good job it's floorboards." Said Clare.

Julia turned off the TV.

"No disrespect Mike but anal with Simon is incredible. We did it again before he had to go." Mum said.

"I'll second that." Said Clare.

"First oral with a woman?" Julia asked.

"Yes, but we did it a few more times. Shaved pussy is great." Mum said.

Things had developed a lot. Not always in the direction which everyone wanted or expected. I had the most stable relationship, I had every experienced. It was great on both a sexual and personal level. The only negative being that it was an incestuous one with my aunt. Not only that, I'd had anal sex with my mother. Thankfully, for my sanity, this was a one off. The time Julia and myself spent with Clare reduced, although she kept us apprised of what was going on.

What that was, involved my mum, dad and Simon. The four of them met regularly, either at Clare's or mum and dad's, when Jerry was working. Dad was by all accounts happy to watch and film. He was actually quite surprised to see mum and Clare together.

That left Ann, Maurice, Laura and her mum, Mandy. Laura accidentally, on purpose met up with Anne at the bus stop. She confessed to watching them on their Sunday sessions. Initially surprised, she was actually flattered that someone so young, would actually find enjoyment in what they did. She was knocked sideways when she found out that Mandy was watching too. Anne invited them to come for a drink, to meet Maurice, who was just as stunned by the revelation. The old couple actually seemed to be turned on by their new status as porn stars. The four of them would occasionally spend Sunday afternoon's together. Anne and Maurice fucking, while Mandy and Laura masturbate.

I had learned a lot about the sex lives of a lot of people but not entirely in the way I wanted to. I had lost the thrill of the chase. A lot of the information was handed to me on a plate. Such as Laura exchanging a videos with us. One of her and Mandy, leaning on her desk, watching Anne and Maurice. Skirts up, butt plugs in, masturbating. Or Anne masturbating her husband to cum on Laura's tits. In return, she received the footage of mum and Simon, which Mandy was fascinated by. Not to mention, Julia inserting larger and larger toys in my arse, producing massive cumshots, which both of them loved. The thrill of the hunt had been replaced by the jeopardy and fear of my relationship being discovered.