Like Mother Like Daughter

I couldn't believe what I had just read in my late mother's letter. It answered a question that my brothers and I had asked her many times, but she had refused to answer. Why did my father leave us?

My name is Christine and my mother, Abigail, died just over five years ago.

My brothers lived at opposite ends of the country and apart from their help in clearing Mum's house, which was rented, the rest of the work fell to me.

We packed up all of Mum's personal stuff and stored it in my spare room. The furniture went off to auction.

After the funeral, the plan was for my brothers to come and help sort out the personal stuff, but that never happened. Between work and looking after Trevor, my husband, it took me a while to get through the stuff. As I sorted it, I asked my brothers if they wanted anything I'd found, but they didn't want any of it.

Whilst doing this I fell pregnant and it was not an easy pregnancy. I was quite ill most of the time and ended up giving up work. It also put a hold on sorting Mum's things.

After a very difficult labour, I gave birth to twin boys. I was delighted when Trevor said I should be a stay at home Mum to the boys.

Because of my difficulties Trevor had a vasectomy which took a load off my mind as I really didn't want to have another pregnancy like the last one.

I eventually got some time to start on the pile of boxes in the spare room, and in one I found Mum & Dad's wedding album. Turning the pages, I noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from underneath one of the photos.

I eased it out and found the letter. I cried as I recognised Mum's handwriting. This is what she wrote.

To my children.

If you are reading this, I am no longer in this world. I know you resented the fact that I would never tell you why your Dad left us. Now I will tell you and you can resent me even more. It no longer matters to me.

Your Dad left us because I wasn't a good wife to him. I had a sexual relationship with a young man. I didn't plan to do it. It crept up on me slowly and I let it happen willingly.

Our marriage wasn't the best in the world towards the end. It seemed to me like we were just going through the motions. I didn't know how your Dad felt about it because we never talked about it.

It started one evening, just an ordinary evening. There was a knock on the door and it was Ian, a young man asking if we would like to sign up to a charity lottery. It was a pound a week and he would be collecting the money.

We invited him in and offered him a cup of tea while we discussed it. As we were talking I looked Ian over. There was something about him that drew me to him. I couldn't put my finger on it as he wasn't anything exceptional to look at but he had an air about him that was quite magnetic.

We signed up for the lottery and Ian agreed to collect at about the same time each week.

When he left your Dad said.

"He seems like a nice lad."

I though he was more than that but couldn't say it.

"Yes, he's very pleasant."

That was the extent of our discussion about Ian.

Life went on and Ian called weekly to collect the money. Each time he had a cup of tea with us.

My attraction to him was still there but I wasn't going to act on it. I was married and wasn't about to endanger that. He was also much too young for me. I doubted that he would have any interest in me anyway. He never indicated that he did.

Your Dad got on well with Ian and invited him to drop in anytime. It started with Ian calling a couple of times a week then over time he ended up calling in most nights.

Christine, you won't remember any of this as you were so young and always in bed, but your brothers will.

I used to sit in the chair facing the TV, your Dad and brothers would be on the sofa and that left the chair facing me for Ian.

We drank tea, smoked cigarettes and talked about everything under the sun. It was a fun time.

After the boys had gone to bed, your Dad came up with the idea of throwing a cigarette at me and I was supposed to pull the neck of my top open to catch it. The idea was that if it went in the thrower had to retrieve it.

If your Dad succeeded he would give me a good grope, but Ian was more circumspect. I don't know if he was worried about your Dad, or didn't really want to do it but he was very careful to touch me as little as possible.

Given my attraction to Ian, this made me feel a bit frustrated. It got so that I ached for him to touch my boobs. He never did.

Your Dad and I took it in turns to make the tea and one time when your Dad was making it I opened my legs so Ian could see my knickers. I wondered if he could see the damp patch.

He looked up my skirt, then at my face. He raised on eyebrow and smiled at me. That made me happy.

I began to sense that Ian had some interest in me now and I wanted to follow that up, even though I knew I shouldn't. It was impossible given the fact that your Dad was always about.

The cigarette throwing continued and I tried to move just enough for Ian so that he would touch my boobs. One time his fingers brushed across my bra clad nipple and I got very wet.

It was probably about a month before anything more happened. It was my turn to make the tea and while I was in the kitchen I heard Ian say.

"I need to take a leak"

He came into the kitchen on his way to the downstairs toilet. As I turned to see him, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. He ran his hand up my skirt and gave me a quick grope. I was dripping wet.

He broke the kiss and whispered.

"You know I'm going to fuck you sometime."

I gasped. I never used that word, but him saying it turned me on so much.

"Oh! God. I hope so." was all I could get out before he went to the toilet.

The next few weeks were intensely frustrating for me. I fantasised about Ian having me. What was he like. Was he bigger than your Dad? Would he be better than your Dad? That last one wouldn't be too difficult. For the past couple of years sex was like a car ferry. Roll on, roll off with little foreplay. The only reason it wasn't painful was the lubrication of the condom.

I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop. Knowing that Ian wanted me was amazing.

Ian seemed in no hurry. I couldn't figure out why. I was climbing the walls. I suppose finding time would be difficult as both of us worked during the week and your Dad was home in the evenings and weekends.

Eventually, the opportunity came. Your Dad was going on a training course and would be away two nights. I didn't say anything to Ian.

When Ian came round, your Dad of course wasn't in.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"He's away on a training course. He won't be here tonight or tomorrow night."

Ian's eyes lit up and the look he gave me made my insides turn to mush.

The four of us sat chatting, just like any other night. Your brothers went to bed at their normal time, leaving Ian and I alone. I was itching to get started but I had to make sure the boys were settled.

I gave it half an hour before going up to check. They were settled and asleep. I popped into my room and picked up a condom from my bedside drawer and went downstairs.

As I walked into the room, Ian stood up and stepped towards me. He pulled me to him and kissed me. Our tongues duelled and explored each others mouths. My knees went weak. He slid one hand under my top and pushed my bra over my boobs and played with them. My nipples stood to attention instantly. I was close to orgasm already.

He removed his hand and bent to take a nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking and nibbling at it. I gasped as a small orgasm hit me.

"Take off your top and bra." He commanded.

I put the condom on the sofa arm and with trembling fingers did as he said.

Meanwhile his hand was under my skirt playing with my pussy over my knickers.

He pulled the gusset to one side and slipped his fingers into me. I was dripping wet now and could hear the squelching sounds as he fingered me hard.

I came. Waves of pleasure rolling through my body. My chest, neck and face were flushed bright red and I was hanging onto him as if my life depended on it.

When I came down, he took his fingers out of me, stood back and said

"Lose the skirt and knickers."

Oh! God. I'm going to be naked in front of him. I'd never been naked in front of a man, not even your Dad.

I unzipped my skirt and let it fall round my ankles, swiftly followed by my knickers.

While I was doing this, he was stripping. As he dropped his underpants, his cock sprang into view, pointing at me. It was different from your Dad's. It wasn't any bigger but it had a smooth rounded head, whereas your Dad's had skin over it. I liked the look.

"Get on the sofa." was his command.

I stepped out of my skirt and knickers and lay on the sofa.

He pushed my legs apart, got between them and slid into me.

I suddenly realised that he hadn't put the condom on, but at that moment I didn't care. The feel of flesh on flesh was so much better than one that was wrapped in rubber.

He began stroking in and out slowly. I think he was trying to make it last. I wasn't really bothered. He'd given me more pleasure in those few minutes than your Dad had in years.

As he ploughed me, he leaned over and kissed me deeply.

"That's so good." I moaned into his mouth.

The familiar feelings of an orgasm started to build again as he steadily moved inside me. The flutters in my stomach, the feeling of my insides turning to water. The heat rising through my body intensified.

"Ahhh... ahhh.. ahhh... AAAAHHHHH." I gasped as the massive orgasm blasted through my body. I could barely stand it.

When it ceased, I groaned

"No more. Please no more. I can't take any more."

He just nodded and began to thrust faster until he grunted and spurted inside me. Spurt after spurt he pumped into me and I felt every one. I thought he would never end. It was so wrong, but madly, at that precise moment I would gladly have carried his child.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and we quickly dressed in case one of you came downstairs.

We lit cigarettes and sat there smoking. Nothing was said. I don't think anything needed to be said.

I finished my cigarette,

"Tea?" I asked.

"Yes please."

As I got up to go to the kitchen, his come dribbled from me, pooling in my knickers.

We sat snuggled, together drinking our tea in the afterglow of the best sex of my life. I was hooked on Ian and I wanted it to be more than just this one time.

When we finished our tea, he stood up. I thought he was going to leave but he stood in front of me and took his cock out.

"Suck it" He said, pointing his semi hard member at my face.

"No, Please no. I've never done that. It's dirty."

He put his hand between my legs and said.

"Did you enjoy having it in here?"

"Yes, I did."

"Well you won't have it again if you don't open your mouth."

I took him in my mouth. The feel of his warm flesh was out of this world. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I bobbed my head back & forth and licked it as I did.

He started to harden again and I felt good that It was me doing that. It wasn't long before he was fully hard and he pulled away from me.

"Pull your skirt up."

I lifted my bottom and pulled my skirt up to my waist. He knelt between my legs, pulled my come soaked knickers to one side and slid into me again.

"I said I was going to fuck you one day." he said.

"You already have."

"That was just the warm up."

He pulled out a bit and slammed back into me. He was like a jack hammer. Hard and fast over and over. I orgasmed straight away and kept on coming as he pounded me.

We were both sweating and I was biting my hand to stop myself from screaming out. On and on he went. I thought he was going to push me through the sofa.

It was the most intense experience of my life and it was lasting much longer than the first time. I didn't know that sex could be so good.

All good things must come to an end and Ian pumped me full again. It didn't seem possible that he seemed to produce much more the second time around. It was running from me, coating my thighs and soaking the sofa.

He pulled out of me and I gazed at his cock slowly deflating, shiny with our combined juices. I loved it, that column of flesh that had given me so much pleasure.

Entwined in each others arms we enjoyed a post coital cigarette.

I looked at the clock.

"Crikey! Look at the time. It's twelve thirty and we both have to be up for work in the morning."

"I don't want to leave." He replied. "But I suppose I must."

We stood up and kissed each other goodbye, then he left.

The door had barely closed before I missed him. The silence as I cleaned up was deafening.

Alone in the shower, I wondered what I'd become. I'd betrayed my marriage and that made me sad, but I knew that I would do it all again, given the chance. I didn't think there was any future between Ian and I. I was forty two, he was just twenty, far to young to commit to me.

I was also worried about pregnancy. I wasn't past it yet and I presumed he would be potent at his age. I could only hope. Remember there wasn't a plan B pill back then.

Eventually I fell asleep, dreaming of what we'd just done together.

The next day, I was a wreck at work. My mind was going round in circles. Would Ian come back again tonight or was it a one time thing for him, just another notch on his bedpost? Why did he have sex with me? Did he have any feelings or was it a case of a young man satisfying his urges and I was available? I guess I'll never know.

My heart leapt when there was a knock on the door that night, and it was Ian.

It was just like any other night until after the boys were in bed. When I came down after checking on them later I asked.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" I didn't mind using that word with him.

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh! Yes please."

Jeez, I was so easy.

"Ask me then." He said.

"Please, please fuck me."

"Lift your skirt up and lay on the sofa."

I did and he stepped towards me and put his hand between my legs. My legs fell apart. He felt the wetness of my knickers, pulled them to one side and slipped his fingers into me.

He moved so his crotch was near my face.

"Unzip me and take it out."

I did.

"You know what to do."

I took him in my mouth and brought him to full hardness, while his fingers brought me to orgasm.

Bucking against his fingers, I struggled to control my mouth so I didn't bite him. This was wild. I'd never had something in my mouth and my love tunnel before. I was going crazy with the amazing sensations and having an almost continuous orgasm.

He pulled out of my mouth, his cock shiny with my saliva, moved down and pulled my knickers off.

After dropping his pants and boxers, he got between my spread legs.

"Do you want me inside you?" He asked.

"Please, yes please."

"Guide me in then"

I reached down and guided him to my wet willing hole and he slipped right in.

"Oh! That's so good, so good, so good" I gasped.

He pounded me hard, really hard. It was on that fine line between pleasure and pain and I loved it.

The waves of pleasure crashing through my body were intense. I was hot and sweaty and having trouble keeping control of my body. I didn't know if I could stand much more, but I didn't want him to stop.

Eventually he grunted and flooded me with his seed. I felt every spurt and it was out of this world.

We made ourselves presentable and I went to make tea. After drinking tea and smoking a cigarette, he pulled me to him and kissed me. He pushed my top and bra up and fondled my previously ignored breasts, Then bent his head and kissed them, licked them and sucked on them.

I put my arm round his head to hold him to me. He was sucking so hard, I thought I might begin producing milk. Small orgasms were rippling through me and I was soaking wet.

Putting my hand on his crotch, I found him as hard as an iron bar. He had amazing stamina. He's had me twice last night and once tonight and he was ready again. Your Dad needed at least three days after doing me once.

"Fuck me again. It seems like you're ready." I murmured.

He stood up, took off my soaking knickers and had me kneel on the sofa with my head down and bottom up in the air. I'd never had sex in anything but the missionary position so this was new to me. I was quite excited about it.

Once he was behind me, me pushed straight into me and started to slowly fuck me. He was pushing his first load out of me and he scooped some up with his fingers.

He started to smear it round my brown hole. The sensation was very different and quite arousing. I hoped he wasn't going to do me there. That was something else I'd never experienced and I didn't want to either.

He kept on with his long slow strokes and the beginnings of my orgasm were building up. Without the hard sex it took some time but I came, very gently but with great satisfaction.

All the time he was rubbing my brown hole and when he finally grunted and spurted into me, he pushed his thumb into it.

I came almost immediately and gushed my fluids all over him and the sofa.

It was a long time after that before Ian and I had sex as your Dad was back and life was back to normal Evenings were spent as before, chatting, drinking tea and smoking cigarettes. I was very frustrated all the time.

The cigarette game continued and Ian took to trying to hide his hands from your Dad's view so he could grope my boobs. I loved that.

When it was your Dad's turn to make tea, I would flash my knickers at Ian and on one occasion I pulled them to one side to expose myself.

I didn't know why I was like this. I didn't love Ian. In some ways he wasn't very likeable, but the sex was so great, I didn't want to give him up.

Your Dad and I still made love but compared to Ian, it was so boring that I made a bad decision. I stopped any sex with your Dad. That made him very suspicious and he began to suspect that something was going on with Ian

I began to be more careful around Ian and anyway at this time there was no sex between us. We hadn't even touched each other apart from the cigarette game. Your Dad had no proof but things were frosty between us. I never told Ian about any of this.

At the back of my mind was the possibility of being pregnant, which would be a disaster. Having unprotected sex with a virile young man, it would be miracle if none of his sperm reached a target.

Thankfully, a miracle happened and my period arrived. Even though I didn't know when or if Ian and I would have sex again, I went on the pill. I kept that to myself.

It was a couple of months before your Dad went on another course. This time it was only one night away.

As before as soon as the boys were settled, we were at it and he did me three times that night. I was totally worn out.

Life went on again until our holidays. We were going away with the caravan and I didn't want to be away from Ian for a whole week.

Much against his wishes, your Dad agreed that we would invite Ian to join us. To even things out, I suggested that we should share evenings out so that somebody would be there for you all. One night, your Dad and I would go, then your Dad and Ian, then Ian and me.

Ian slept in the tent with the boys. The rest of us were in the caravan. I think this holiday was the final straw for your Dad.

When Ian and I went out for the evening, we obviously had sex. We found a secluded place and he would have me in the car, then we would go for a drink just to be able to say we'd been to the pub. After that we'd go back to the same place and have sex again.

It was a lot different having sex in the car. It felt so risky and that made it more exciting. The only thing I refused Ian on was being naked. I felt it was too much of a risk. Even clothed, laying on the back seat with Ian thrusting into me was a major turn on and I orgasmed a lot.

The first night we got back and your Dad was furious.

"I know you've had sex tonight. I can smell it on you."

I wasn't going to confirm that so I said nothing.

"I've suspected you and him for a while but tonight I know for certain. I'm not going to put up with it."

Still keeping silent I got ready for bed, and was soon asleep.

I knew that I was being really unfair to your Dad, but Ian had something that I couldn't resist. It didn't hurt that the sex was great either.

The atmosphere between your Dad and I was frosty for the rest of the holiday. It didn't stop me from having sex with Ian.

About a week after we got back from holiday your Dad left and I never heard from him again.

Unfortunately Ian stopped coming round as well, so I was on my own with you three.

There you have it, my children. You know it all now and If you hate me, I don't care because I'm no longer around.

Mum

As I read the letter, I had a mixture of emotions. Mum certainly behaved badly towards Dad and she had her justifications, but I had no input from Dad to know if those justifications were right.

In a way I was proud of her for finding some happiness, even though she lost both Dad and Ian at the end.

The other thing reading did was make me horny. I could imagine the pleasure she got from being fucked by Ian. I don't have the same aversion to words like that.

Two questions came to my mind. Why did Ian just leave and what was it about him that attracted Mum so much?

It preyed on my mind quite a lot and eventually I decided to see if I could find Ian to ask him why he left Mum like he did.

It took quite a while to track him down. I found out where he lived, but didn't know what he looked like now, so I had to stake out his house until I saw him.

Eventually I saw him and now I had to find a way to get to talk to him. He was a man of habit and one habit, if the weather was fine, was to eat his lunch at a picnic bench in a park hear his home.

One day, I approached and sat down opposite him. He looked up at me and a jolt hit me. His look drew me to him just as it had drawn my mother.

"What can I do for you, young lady?" he asked quietly.

"Is your name Ian?"

"It is, but why do you want to know?"

"I think you knew my mother some years ago. Her name was Abigail."

"That name is familiar to me."

"Did you have a relationship with her?"

"What makes you think that?"

Taking the letter from my pocket, I said.

"She wrote a letter before she died going into some great detail of the affair you had with her."

"I'm sorry for your loss. What exactly did she say."

"You can read it if you wish."

"I would rather you read it to me."

I blushed. This isn't what I wanted to do.

"OK." I said reluctantly.

I read him the part about their first encounter where he stripped her naked and fucked her on the sofa. When I finished, he said.

"That sounds familiar. If that's what she wrote, I'll accept it even though I don't remember as much detail."

He continued.

"You look a little flushed. Did it turn you on reading that?"

"What?"

"You heard me. If I put my hand up your skirt, would I find your panties wet?

"How dare you suggest something like that." I replied indignantly, even though I knew he was right. I was wet.

"I know you are wondering what it was about me that gave you mother so much pleasure."

God. The arrogance of the man.

"I certainly am not." I said somewhat unconvincingly.

"Whatever you say. I'm going home now. You know where I live and where to come to satisfy your curiosity."

I sat there stunned, watching him walk away. He'd be waiting a long time for me to go to him.

Fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on his door.

I knew you'd come. Come in." He said, holding the door open for me.

I stepped inside, still not sure why I was doing this. I'm sure he took me being here as consent for him to fuck me.

He led me towards the sofa in his very stylish living room. Without hesitation he kissed me. I tried to resist but my mouth opened and our tongues explored each other's mouths.

His hand went under my top, pushed my bra over my boobs and began to fondle one nipple.

I gasped at how quickly this was happening. He broke the kiss and lowered his head to take my nipple into his mouth. My nipples are very sensitive and I started to come.

His hand pushed up my skirt and began rubbing my wet panties.

"Take off your top and bra". He commanded.

I suddenly realised that this was what he did with my mother. I was going to get the experience she had.

Him rubbing my panties had my orgasm close and I struggled to get my fingers to work to undo my bra.

While I was doing this, he pulled my panties to one side and slid his fingers into me.

"Oh! God. Oh! God. "Oh! God." I shrieked as a massive orgasm hit and I squirted on his hand.

Once I stopped coming, he pulled his fingers out.

"Lose the skirt and panties."

I dropped the skirt round my ankles, then pushed my panties down. I watched him strip and saw his erection pointing at me.

"Get on the sofa." He ordered.

I did and quick as a flash he was between my thighs and in me.

He fucked me hard, much harder than Trevor ever did. I was in heaven. I was coming almost continually and screaming like a banshee.

I realised that he wasn't wearing a condom and I hoped he would pull out, but didn't really think he would.

"Please don't come in me." I gasped. "Please, I'm not protected."

He didn't reply.

After a few more minutes of pounding, he started to grunt.

"No. No. Not in me. Pull out."

I tried to push him away but it was no good. He pumped his load into me and it was a big load. When he pulled out of me it flowed from me like a river.

"What did you do that for?" I screamed.

"You wanted to experience what your mother did, didn't you? That was part of it."

He dressed and asked.

"Do you want a cup of tea?"

"I would prefer coffee, thanks."

"OK. Get dressed and come into the kitchen."

I was feeling pretty weak after that wild fuck that it took me some time to get dressed. When I got to the kitchen his come was dripping in my panties.

There was a cup of coffee on the counter with milk and sugar nearby. He had a cup of tea and was going outside with a cigarette.

"Come outside when you're ready." he said.

I added milk and sugar to my coffee and went outside.

"Take a seat" He said, indicating a chair by a small table.

We sat without talking until we finished our drinks and he finished his cigarette. I was thinking why I was here. I knew coming here would mean me having sex, but what on earth prompted me to do it. I just couldn't work it out.

My thoughts were interrupted by Ian standing in front of me, unzipping his trousers.

Hell. This is going to be a replay of Mum's first time.

"You know what to do." He said.

I took his dick out and sucked him to full hardness. I quite like giving blow jobs. Once he was fully hard he lifted me up and sat me on the table.

He pulled my soggy panties to one side and slid into me. After pushing me back so I was laid on the table, he lifted my legs right up and held them closed. This made my pussy tighter round his cock and wow! the increased sensations drove me wild. He couldn't fuck me too hard as the table wasn't that sturdy but his slow steady strokes still brought me to a good orgasm, and one for him too as he filled me up again.

There was no point worrying about him coming inside me now.

I gingerly eased my panties back across my pussy. They were soaking with his come and my wetness and quite uncomfortable but it had to be done or I would have been dripping everywhere.

Reality hit me. What had I done? Why did he attract me like he had my mother? I'd enjoyed the fucking I'd just had. Fucking was all it was. There was no real connection between us. It was just a hard cock and a willing hole for it to go in. I was puzzled as to how I'd got myself into this.

We went back into the kitchen and I asked him the question that was also on my mind.

"Why did you abandon my Mum after my Dad left?"

"I realise that I might come across as heartless and perhaps I was. You have to realise that I was a young man. I was in no position to take on any responsibilities like children. When I first met your parents, I had no plans to have a relationship with your mother. She seemed to be drawn to me for some reason and showed signs that she was interested in having sex with me. Being a young man with young man's urges, I took her up on it. "

"So, she was just an easy lay for you."

"Yes, just like you. She got what she wanted and so did I. She never indicated that she wanted anything more than what we had and I was quite happy to get good sex from a willing woman whenever I could. It was a lot easier for me than dealing with young girls my age."

The 'just like you' comment stung but it was true. I had been an easy lay for him and I couldn't think why.

I left and luckily was home in time to get cleaned up before picking the children up from pre school.

Thankfully, Trevor didn't initiate sex that night. I didn't want to turn him down and I didn't want to give him any sloppy seconds.

The next morning I crossed town to a chemist to get the morning after pill. On the way I thought about Ian and why sex with him was so great. Trevor was a wonderful lover who satisfied me completely and took care to make sure I reached orgasm before finishing himself. Apart from the naughtiness of sex with another man, Ian didn't seem to care whether I came or not. He just fucked me for his own pleasure. I vowed that I wouldn't ever go back to him.

Despite my vow, I went back to Ian twice more.

I went to the park and waited for him to come to the bench. When he arrived I stood by some trees where he could see me. It wasn't until he'd finished his meal that he looked up and saw me. He nodded to me and walked towards his home.

A short time later I followed him and knocked on the door. He invited me in and what happened was almost a repeat of his second time with my Mum.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Ask me nicely."

"Please will you fuck me?"

What the hell was I doing? There was no answer from him.

"Please. Please." I begged.

"Pull your skirt up and lay on the sofa."

I did. I was so wet with anticipation.

His hand went between my legs and pulled my panties to one side began to play with me. Once he was satisfied that I was wet enough he slid his fingers into me and finger fucked me vigorously. I was humping back against his hand and coming like crazy.

He moved so his crotch was near my head. I remembered this from Mum's letter. I unzipped him and took his tool out. It was completely soft and it took me some time to get him hard.

Once he was hard he climbed between my legs and pointed his cock at my dripping pussy. He held still for a moment, then I realised what he wanted and I guided him into me. He slammed into me so hard it took my breath away.

Then he started to pound me really hard. I was screaming loudly as orgasm after orgasm flowed through me. I was thrashing about like a fish out of water.

My pussy was flooding with my juices, soaking my thighs and dripping onto the sofa. I was getting tired after coming so much that I was pleased when he finally filled me with his come.

After coffee and tea and his cigarette, we ended up back in the lounge.

He kissed me, Ughh, the taste of cigarettes. Then pulled my top off over my head, removed my bra and began fondling my boobs. After fondling them for a while, getting my nipples hard he bent his head and began sucking and licking my nipples. I was trembling with small orgasms.

I wanted him again.

"Please fuck me again. Please please." I begged

He pulled my panties down and said.

"Kneel on the sofa."

I was soon knelt on the sofa with my skirt round my waist, backside in the air and my boobs swinging free beneath me

He fingered me and scooped out some of his previously deposited cum before slowly sliding into my wet hole. As with my mother he smeared the cum round my brown hole.

It was slow leisurely fuck which took ages. I came, but it was a nice gentle come.

He grunted and I felt the spurt of come. I expected the thumb in my bottom but I didn't get that. After the first spurt in my pussy he pulled out and stuck his cock in my bottom.

I screamed with the shock of it. It wasn't so much painful, but very uncomfortable.

He stroked in and out for a short while before dumping the rest of his load in me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I raged.

"Because I could. It looked too tempting to resist."

"Bastard"

I left shortly after. The next morning was another chemist for the morning after pill.

Life returned to normal for a while until I happened to see Ian in town. Just seeing him again had my juices flowing. I wanted him again.

I did the same as last time and waited by the trees until he saw me. When he left I followed soon after. When I knocked on his door he came out with his car keys in hand. He locked the house, opened the car door and said.

"Get in."

I did and he drove off. Trembling with anticipation, I asked.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough." Was all he said.

He drove out of town and down a narrow country lane, then along a rough track to a clearing in the woods.

When he stopped, he said.

"Get in the back."

It was so exciting. I'd had sex in a car before and I found it exhilarating. The chances of being caught or seen heightened the excitement.

I got in the back and he followed me. He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. Our tongues met and duelled with each other. His hand went up the back of my jumper and deftly unclasped my bra. My juices were flowing freely now. I was getting so turned on.

He moved his hand round to cup one boob and he began playing with my nipple. His fingers flicked across it, then he squeezed it hard. I shrieked and came very quickly.

He pulled my top over my head and discarded it and my bra on the floor. My skirt and panties soon followed and I was fully naked. I shivered at the thought of being seen like this by anybody outside.

As he was undressing, he said.

"Play with yourself. I want to watch you finger your pussy."

What the hell? This is a bit crazy.

I did it. My fingers rubbed across my clit, then delved into the wetness of my love tunnel. This was turning me on more than I could have imagined. His eyes were watching my every move. I spread my pussy lips to give him a full view. His eyes widened at that. I think he liked it.

Once he was undressed, he pulled me so I was flat on the back seat, got between my legs and pushed into me.

I sighed with the pleasure of feeling him in me yet again.

He started off slowly. Long slow strokes in and out, building up the pressure inside me. Gradually he got faster and faster till the pressure inside me released and I had an earth shattering orgasm. Soon after, he spurted inside me. I felt his come coating my insides. Spurt after spurt pumped me full.

After a minute or so, he climbed off, leaving me with legs spread lewdly apart and come running from my overfilled hole.

He reached for his jacket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, got out of the car and lit up. He looked strange, stood there naked with a cum coated dick, smoking as though it was nothing unusual.

I started to get dressed but he stopped me.

" Get yourself our here." he commanded.

One of the things That attracted me to him was his control. Not forceful or nasty, just a do as I say attitude. I got out of the car and stood in front of him.

"Kneel down"

I did.

"You know what to do."

I took him in my mouth and began licking and sucking, taking all of him in. He soon started to harden, but I kept at it until he was fully hard again.

He pulled me up, turned me round and pushed me so I was leaning in the car, then he pushed into me. With this position his tool was rubbing my G spot and I started to squirt. I was coming and squirting so much it was like a river running out of me.

My arms weakened and I slumped on the seat, my hard nipples pressed against the leather seat.

Ian kept on screwing me. The sloppy sounds of our sex seemed very loud. I was moaning and groaning all the time.

I knew he was going to come as he sped up his strokes and sure enough he did, pumping load after load into me. When he pulled out it ran down my thighs.

Shakily, I managed to stand up by the car. I spread my legs in the hope that more come would run out of me. Ian opened the boot and gave me a couple of cloths to clean myself with. I found my clothes and got dressed. This was the first time I hadn't put sperm filled panties on.

As I walked round the car, I saw a man standing at the edge of the clearing.

"I hope that guy over there didn't see us fucking." I said.

"He did." Said Ian. "He came out of the woods, so I waved him over. He came over quietly and watched me pump you full."

"You bastard." I shrieked.

"He didn't see your face and doesn't have any clue about who you are. All he saw was your pussy with my cock in it. He saw more of me than you. I don't think you've got anything to worry about."

"I still wish you'd told me. I've never had somebody watching me have sex and the idea is quite exciting."

On the way back to town, he stretched his arm out an pushed his hand up my skirt and touched my pussy.

"I'm going to be moving away next week for work, so we won't see each other again. I'm going to miss this sweet pussy. It's been fun while it lasted." Giving my pussy a quick rub. I was instantly wet.

I was a bit disappointed, but at least the temptation to go to him again has gone.

"Yes, it has been fun." I replied.

He got me back into town just in time for me to pick up the boys. I got them home and settled in front of the TV before going to clean myself properly.

While cooking the evening meal, I made a mental note to get yet another plan B pill in the morning.

The evening was pretty normal. Trevor came home at his usual time and we ate dinner. Then we got the boys to bed and settled down to watch TV. I fell asleep.

Sometime during the night I woke up to the sound of one of the boys crying. I was surprised to find myself naked in bed with Trevor snoring beside me.

I groggily stumbled to the boy's room to find that one of them had been sick. It wasn't just a bit, but serious vomiting. He was still dry heaving when I got to him. I got him cleaned up and gave him some water to drink. He brought it straight back. I dragged the messed up sheets off his bed, got a blanket from the cupboard and lay down cuddling him. Eventually we fell asleep.

In the morning I rang the doctors and managed to get an emergency appointment. Trevor wanted to stay home to help but I packed him off saying I could cope.

On the way to the doctors the other boy also started throwing up.

The doctor said it was a virus going about which normally settled down in a few days. His only advice was to keep warm and hydrated and wait for it to pass.

I settled the boys down on the sofa wrapped in blankets with water to drink and two bowls to be sick in.

While I was doing my normal household stuff I felt sick. I just about made it to the toilet before I threw up my breakfast. That was three of us with the dammed virus. Getting to the chemist wasn't possible today.

About three in the afternoon, Trevor came home looking very pale. He too had the virus and had been violently sick at work.

It was torrid few days until we began to feel well again. Of course there had been no chance to get to the chemist and it was too late now anyway. All I had to fall back on was hope and prayer.

Unfortunately, hope and prayer didn't work and I was pregnant. I cried when the test showed positive. I did another one the next day but the result was still the same.

I knew I had to tell Trevor. I didn't believe in terminations and I had no way of arranging one without Trevor knowing. I couldn't tell him about Ian. If Trevor went looking for him, it was quite likely that all my meetings would come to life. That wouldn't do at all.

Trevor would be upset and angry at the news anyway, but as I thought about it, I came up with an explanation which may just save my marriage. It was my only hope.

|One night, after the boys were in bed, I sat with Trevor and said.

"There's something I need to tell you which will upset you, and I'll tell you now that I'm very very sorry."

"Go on." He said, with a worried look on his face.

"There's no easy way to say this so I'll just come straight out with it. I'm pregnant."

His face darkened.

"What did you just say?"

"I'm pregnant."

"That's what I thought you said." He replied darkly. "Who's the father?"

"I... I don't know." I sobbed.

"How can you not know?"

"It's a long story. Please hear me out."

"OK. This had better be good."

"Do you remember that girls night out when I came home so drunk I could hardly stand and you left me on the sofa for the night."

"Yes. It wasn't your finest hour."

I know, but being drunk is part of what happened. I had sex that night."

He started to speak but I held my hand up.

"Please let me tell you what happened. I was drunk, very drunk. I know I shouldn't have been but it was what it was. I was dancing with Janet, I think it was Janet when two guys joined us. One of them looked just like you, same hair, same build. In my drunken state and the dimness of the club I thought it was you."

"We danced and when a slow dance came on he pulled me close and began fondling me. I thought you'd found a babysitter and come to surprise me so I let him. It was good and I have to admit I was enjoying it because I thought it was you."

"After a couple more slow dances, he took me by the hand and led me outside to the alley by the side of the club. When we were younger we used to have sex in all sorts of places and It was like reliving old times."

"He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He fondled my breasts and fingered me and we had sex. I have to admit it was wild and I enjoyed it."

"I wish I hadn't done it and I'm so sorry I did. I really thought in my state that I was having sex with you."

I was sobbing now. He just looked at me.

"Please, please say something."

"I'm married to a back alley slut." He spat out angrily.

"No. no." I sobbed. " I would never have done that with anybody else."

"Obviously you didn't use a condom. We've made love since then so I'd better get checked for STDs, and so should you."

He was furious now and I was worried that he wouldn't even think about getting past this.

"Oh! God. I hadn't thought about that. Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know. Your story is almost believable. You were very drunk that night. One thing is certain, I'm not going to raise somebody else's bastard child. You'll have to get rid of it."

"I don't think I can do that."

"Your choice. I'll give you a week to think about it and I'll think about what I want to do. I won't do anything before them."

The week went by without any real conversation apart from the boys or household matters. I went for my STD check and the results should be in anytime soon. It goes without saying that there was no sex between us.

At the end of the week, we sat down again. He started off with.

"I want the truth from you now. It may not make any difference to my decision but they say confession is good for the soul."

"I've told you the truth."

I couldn't admit to anything else.

"I've spoken to your friends"

Shit! I'm screwed.

"They say that you never went anywhere near any man that night. What do you say to that?"

I couldn't answer. There was no guarantee that all of my friends would have backed my story if I asked them to. In fact some of them would have refused. There were two who would have dropped their panties for Trevor in a heartbeat if they had the chance.

I sat in silence.

"OK." He said. "Here's my decision. I'm leaving. I'll be gone by the end of next week. If you want a divorce, it's up to you to file."

He got up and left the room, leaving me sobbing my heart out.

Like mother, like daughter indeed. We both lost our husbands due to our relationship with the same man. My mother had three children and if all goes well I will have the same.