Blame It on the War

Blame it on the War

Women become desperate with their husbands gone to fight.

David 18

Wilma, mother 37

George, father 40

Liz, grandmother 59

Grandfather 60

David

One wonders in how many homes this went on in the desperate times of war. It's not something you can ask about or do a survey, but one must guess it had to be more than a few homes.

With the (fit) men sent away fighting abroad it left women and aged men to keep the country going. But additionally there were younger men with medical or other problems who were deemed unfit for service that were allowed to stay behind. I was one of these young men. At 18 my medical issue was that I fell asleep, I zonked out without notice at any time of the day. This meant I couldn't join my father and grandfather in the offensives abroad.

So at home were my mother and my grandmother - my father's mother. They each had a bedroom and I slept on the couch. My grandmother only recently moved in with us since her own home got bombed meaning I had to give up my room at night and allow my grandmother to sleep there, shunting me to the couch in the lounge. I guess it wasn't too bad, but what can I do? We all had to make sacrifices because of this damn war.

As any 18year old guy will tell you it is a must to jerk off before sleep (and I presume it must be the same for a girl). The quiet of the night invariably meant thoughts would drift to girls and women and my hand would make its way south to grab my beckoning erect pleasure pole. It was one of the few free pleasures in life at the moment - to jerk off to thoughts of tits and pussies.

The one benefit of the war was that girls were more willing to engage in sexual activities, even with a guy like me who was short for my age. I've been fortunate enough to feel tits and some girls even allowed me to put my hand up their dresses, and I almost got to fuck a couple of inquisitive horny girls in the ruins of some bombed out buildings. But I couldn't hold on to any girls because I would fall asleep in the middle of kissing or groping. That made them feel weird and then they didn't want to have anything to do with me; and that's why I never actually got to fuck any of the girls. So getting girls was tough for me.

But the memories of being with them served my fantasies at night. BUT invariably, in middle of jerking off sometimes I would fall asleep. Not a bad thing since that's the primary reason I was on the couch. What I didn't know was that my mother was getting up in the middle of the night to pee. And she had to pass the side of my couch to get to the bathroom.

Wilma

Wilma felt bad about shunting her son onto the couch but what can she do? They all had to make the best of things since the war. She herself missed her husband dearly, none more so than at nights. It's been over a six months since George went. She fears for his safety but she's thankful that he writes regularly letting her know he's alright... and that he's still alive. But it has been 2 months since his last letter.

In the quiet of the night she felt lonely not having her husband to cuddle up to, to feel safe in his strong arms. Yes, to feel his weight on top of her, to feel him INSIDE her and enjoy the way his big manly penis would rub her inner, sensitive walls; the glorious feeling of surrendering to him as she held on to his powerful body whilst he took her.

The pillow she embraced and her fingers that rubbed and penetrated her between her legs were poor substitute. She was too embarrassed to think about the occasional tools she experimented with, like the hair brush. But none satisfied her as much as being actually fucked by her husband and his magnificent hard cock. Just thinking about his cock sent shivers through her body.

She didn't quite look forward to it, for she missed her husband, but rubbing herself at night and fantasizing helped her escape for a while from the pain and hardship of this damned war. And as she does usually, after masturbating Wilma got up to go to the bathroom.

Tonight, having relieved herself she stopped by her son to make sure he was alright, her guilt for making him sleep on the couch playing on her. She smiled at seeing him fast asleep and was about to cover him with the blanket that had slipped from his lower body... but stopped as her gaze was drawn towards his legs.

She noticed his hand, it was in a fist... he was gripping his... his penis! His penis was hard, jutting out of his pyjamas. For a moment she stared, frozen in confusion. But quickly she covered him, afraid of being caught - by whom she wasn't certain. Quickly she returned to her bed to get back to sleep, but not before the picture of her son's hard penis played upon her mind. She concluded that he must have been having an erotic dream to cause him to have an erection in his sleep. She suspected that he must have masturbated before he went to sleep. He was young and it was expected that he would be masturbating; after all didn't she do the same?

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The next night the same thing happened. There was her son's penis, erect and in the open, but this time he was not holding himself. But that gave Wilma a fuller illicit view of his magnificent... yes, magnificent penis. It looked wonderful, mesmerizing, something she hadn't seen in over six months. This time she couldn't stop staring. It looked so alluring that it would seem without her knowledge her hand reached out and gently touched it. It might have something to do with her still feeling high from masturbating earlier and not feeling quite satisfied.

She inhaled sharply at the taboo contact. She felt she HAD to... she HAD to do it... she HAD to curl her fingers around and grasp the erection in her hand.

She gasped at the powerful feeling it transmitted to her pussy. THIS is what she had been missing. A cock! She squeezed to better feel the magnificence of this male appendage.

" Hmmm...?" David groaned.

"Ohh!" she gasped in shock. Quickly she released her son and covered him up and darted back to her room. Closing the door she leant behind it gasping for breath as if she'd been running. Slowly the fog cleared and clarity returned making her wonder what had come over her. She returned to bed to find sleep but her hand reached for the spot between her legs that was craving attention. Stroking herself she found sleep.

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David

In the morning I found mum to be behaving oddly; she was avoiding me, which was difficult in our small apartment. And when we were together she would not look at me.

"Mum, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes! Fine," was her short and abrupt answer.

"You are acting a bit weird, dear. Are you sure you're alright?" grandma Liz asked.

"Yes. Nothing to be worried about," mum answered, but neither me nor grandma were convinced, but we left it at that.

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Wilma

That night Wilma was apprehensive about going to the bathroom but she had to. On her way back to her room she couldn't help glancing at the couch, and couldn't help seeing the thing see was missing so much. She had offers from men, both young and older men, those who couldn't enlist, and from soldiers returning on leave; but out of loyalty to her husband she could not accept their invitations.

But somehow this felt different -- David was partially her husband George, wasn't he?

Once again she was at her son's couch, but this time, to her disappointment his penis was not out. She was in two minds whether to return to her room 'empty handed' as it were. But just then fate played its hand and David turned in his sleep exposing part of his penis through his pyjama flies. And that sealed Wilma's decision.

Wilma held the flaccid penis exhaling with contentment. And when it started to pulse and grow her satisfaction grew in tandem. She looked at it longingly, bemoaning the absence of her husband. It was a battle she was waging in her head that swayed one way then the other, until she succumbed and bent down to take the tip of the inviting penis in her mouth.

The sensation of deep satisfaction was palpable. Sucking her husband's cock was always one of her favorite sexual activities; and now having one again in her mouth, a kind of a proxy to her husband's cock felt just right.

Yes, masturbation provided stress relief as well as an escape to a much nicer place, a place of fantasy. But actual sex, the act of fucking, was the ultimate stress reliever and the ultimate joy. And in these painful and stressful times she missed sex.

She hadn't received a letter from George in 2 months now and that was scaring her. She even enquired at the local office of the MOD (Ministry of Defense) but they said they weren't aware of his whereabouts; but that he had been on a covert mission, so he may be holding up somewhere and unable to convey any messages.

How long was it reasonable to wait for one's husband? All this was driving her crazy and meant she was masturbating almost EVERY night; and frequently quite hard!

And this was the driver for her need for a cock.

David

The dream I was having was probably the most vivid one ever. I could not only sense and feel its realness I could swear I could feel the wetness on my cock. I didn't want to wake up; I didn't want the dream to end.

But my eyes burst open because I could actually feel movement at my groin. I was stunned to see the head of my mother. I was confused and was about to speak when I felt her sucking.

It can't be. THIS must be a dream. IS my mother sucking my cock?! This was beyond crazy. I pretended to be asleep and watched through squinted eyes trying to make sense of what I was seeing and feeling. But this was too far off the scale for me to resist moving my hips. It wasn't a wild thrust into her mouth but it was enough movement to spook her.

She quickly turned her head to look at me to see if I was awake.

I froze and shut my eyes tight, trying desperately to control my breathing, to pretend I was still asleep.

But I guess she was spooked enough to get up, cover me and leave.

I opened my eyes again and for a good few minutes I just stared at the ceiling trying to comprehend what just happened. Had she done this before or did I catch her on her first time? Why had she done that? My mother DID actually suck my cock, didn't she? It wasn't a dream?

I had so desperately wanted to ask one of the girls I had fooled around with to suck my cock, or at least hold it in their soft girlie hand and hopefully give me a handjob, but I never had the nerve. And anyway even before we could get into proper making out I'd fall asleep. And that'd kill the mood.

But to find my own mother was sucking my cock! Yes, it was only the tip she was sucking, but that it still unthinkably crazy. I grabbed my hard erection and furiously jerked off at the incredible memory, fantasizing cumming in her mouth as she sucked me off.

And then I slept.

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At breakfast there was a strange kind of silence that my grandmother noticed.

"You two are unusually quiet this morning. Anything the matter?" she asked.

Neither my mother nor I immediately answered. But mum eventually broke the awkward silence.

"No, nothing, other than missing George... and dad of course."

"Yes, this damn war. When will it end? I miss them terribly also. Haven't received a letter from either of them for a while."

I watched my mother as she went about the kitchen as the two women talked. In particular I couldn't help staring at her mouth. Was my cock really in there? Did my mum really suck my cock? Was it actually in fact just a dream?

It was then that I realized how wonderfully curvy my mother was. How her breasts stood out prominently, how amazing her hips, behind and legs were. Even her hair looked wonderfully styled, tied at the back, black and shiny. Yes, mum was pretty and her tight, figure hugging dress made her fit body stand out.

I then looked over my grandmother. She was even more curvaceous but that was because of her more advanced years, giving her a rounder figure. Her hair was brown and free flowing.

When I turned back to look at mum once more I noticed with a start that she was staring at ME... with a frown.

I gulped, smiled back at her and went back to eating my bread.

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That night I tried to stay awake to see if mum would visit me again. I did see mum go to the bathroom... but she passed me by. I even heard grandma visit the bathroom, but since her bedroom -- my bedroom! -- and the bathroom was behind the couch she doesn't see me.

In the quietness of the night I was rather surprised to hear a distinct sound of water. But I quickly realized that it was the sound of my mother peeing... of her pee stream hitting the toilet water! Fascinated I continued to intently listen imagining all sorts of naughty thoughts like visualizing the piss streaming out of her hairy pussy, wondering what color the stream was.

The same naughty, perverted thoughts crossed my mind when later I heard my grandma pissing and imagining her pussy; her brown haired pussy with yellow stream jetting from it.

I had to masturbate. I was so turned on I couldn't believe I was thinking such dirty thoughts about my mother and grandmother!

And for the next few nights I didn't see mum coming to visit me on the couch. But each night that I was awake when mum and grandma visited the bathroom I masturbated at the thought of their pussies and them peeing. It was such an outrageous thing to do that it gave me a buzz and made my cock hard. In fact it was a week before I was woken again by movement around my legs.

And when my mum was again sucking my cock my head was in turmoil of emotions, not only from her sucking but from my own imagination of picturing her pussy and her peeing. Even though I could feel her sucking only gently and just the tip of my cock -- obviously trying not to wake me -- I was aroused enough to thrust my hips hard once and ejaculate directly in her mouth! I couldn't help it!

My mother's reaction was obvious, she recoiled in shock the instant she sensed her mouth filling, no doubt recognizing from experience what was happening. However I did manage to get two spurts of cum in her mouth, the rest landed on her face.

She couldn't help but to swallow to clear her throat before she quickly turned to look at me; and seeing me looking back at her the horror played out on her face.

"OH GOD!" she exclaimed and swiftly got up and almost ran to her room, closing her door rather too loudly for the time of the night.

For a while I just stared at the ceiling unbelieving what had just happened. I replayed exactly what just happened. I had cum in my mother's mouth! Yes, my hard cock was in my mother's mouth and I had cum in there and on her face... and Holy Shit, she'd swallowed my cum!

I jerked off hard replaying those erotic thoughts making myself cum in another explosive burst.

Wilma

It was beyond question that she found it hard to sleep that night, worrying about the ramifications.

And the next day she saw the odd way both Liz and her son were looking at her. But who can blame them; her head was in turmoil, she was barely speaking but she was making a lot of noise with her house work and moving about quickly.

She sensed her son staring at her following her around the room. Who can blame him? He's done something most boys probably fantasized about - not many boys get to ejaculate into their mother's mouth and watch her swallow.

It made her confused and scared at the implications. She cursed herself for succumbing to her weakness and craving. And she worried about what will George think of her now when he returns and finds out.

What am I going to do now? she thought. She had to talk to her son but she couldn't face him out of embarrassment.

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David

That night, after going for her pee Wilma approached her son on the couch. It would be better in the dark where he won't be able to see her shame.

"Are you awake?" she asked kneeling on the floor. When there was no answer she repeated the question. "David, are you awake?"

"Mum...?" I replied groggily, pretending to awaken.

"We have to talk."

"Eh? Now? What time is it?"

"About yesterday night, I'm sorry for what I... for what happened."

I didn't know what to say to that so I stayed silent.

"You see, your father... he's been away for so long and I miss him. Urm... er... can you understand that?"

"Yes, I miss him too," but obviously not miss him like her!

"I haven't... as a married woman I miss your father at night... as husband and wife. Do you know what I mean? I'm sorry but it's... it's embarrassing to explain."

"I... I..." I was lost for words. What did she expected me to say? But I didn't need to because she continued her confession and explanation.

"It's been so long and it gets lonely in bed. But then when I went to pee yesterday night I saw you and your... I just couldn't help it."

Then she seemed to go in a trance with a faraway look.

"When I saw it... you know... it made me feel funny and I just had to look... and touch it."

I wasn't sure what kind of courage I mustered, or from where I got the nerve, or maybe that I was still groggy from sleep and thought I was in a dream, when I said "I don't mind if you want to look," and pulled the blanket back and extracted my penis, leaving my cock exposed, hanging down from my pyjama flies.

With surprise Wilma stared at her son's cock. It was not hard but long, beautifully long.

"What are you doing, David? Please put... put that away," she said and reached out and grabbed his cock to put it back in his pyjamas. But the instant she touched it she took a sharp intake of breath and her thoughts and mood changed. She squeezed and stroked him.

"Oh, David," she said dreamily. Then there was silence whilst we contemplated. Eventually I spoke.

"You can suck it if you want," I encouraged hopefully, still in my dream state, my throat dry and tight, almost choking on my words. I amazed myself at my own daring.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows wondering about his bravado, but she leaned forward and did just that. She took her son's cock in her mouth once again.

I watched in amazement at how hungrily mum was sucking my cock; and it was more than the tip this time. It occurred to me that she must have been sucking dad's cock too. The thought just seemed so fantastic! But just as I was really getting into it she suddenly stopped.

"Come, not here," she said and took my hand and led me to her bedroom... with my cock jutting out in front of me!

She closed the door and looked into my eyes for a moment before getting on her knees and proceeded to continue with the blowjob.

"David, honey, you won't say anything to anybody?" she pleaded after a few licks and sucks.

"No, mum." At that point I'd fucking agree to anything she said if it meant she sucked my cock!

All of a sudden I felt faint and things went blank; and the next thing I knew was I on my back on mum's bed and feeling my cock being sucked. I must have fainted and was placed on the bed. I noticed she'd taken my pyjama bottoms off to give her better access; and mum must have continued to suck my cock during my temporary sleep attack. How desperate was she? This time she was taking most of my cock in her mouth. WOW! The feeling was out of this world! I imagined this is what it would have felt like if one of the girls I had fancied had also sucked my cock.

"David, I really need this, please understand. Promise you won't say anything?"

"I promise," I said thinking she was talking about sucking my cock. But she stunned me by reaching under her nightie and pulling off her panties; then straddling me she guided my cock into her pussy!! She began to bounce on me... fucking me!!

"Oh, David... David, you have no idea..." she chirped.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, did that feel good!! I had no idea? She had no idea how fucking fantastic this felt. If sucking my cock felt out if this world, her fucking me felt... well... out of this universe!!

But once again as I was really getting into it she stopped and detached herself. I looked at her in confusion but I needn't have worried for mum got on her back and pulled me on top of her between her spread legs and guided me back into her.

Now, I don't know if she knew that I was a virgin up to that point but she at least assumed I was inexperienced because she instructed me on the art of fucking!

"Push, David. That's it... OHHH!" Then she grabbed my arse with both her hands and pushed me into her as she pushed her hips up to meet me.

I was now actually fucking my mother, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy, guided by her hands so that we were synchronized. I heard the bed springs squeak which made me smile. It felt so intimate with our bodies rubbing against each other; I had hugged mum before but our bodies NEVER touched like this!

But at that very moment, unknown to us, grandma Liz was making her way to the bathroom when she heard the bed spring noises coming from Wilma's bedroom.

Grandma Liz

She's really rubbing herself hard tonight, she thought. But then she heard faint but distinct voices.

"David. Oh, David!"

She's masturbating with thoughts of her son?!

But then: " Mum! Mummy!"

That stopped Liz in her tracks, momentarily forgetting the pressure in her bladder.

She quickly approached the couch.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, covering her mouth when she saw the empty couch. For a moment she was lost, undecided what to do. But when she heard further voices she tentatively tiptoed to Wilma's bedroom and carefully put an ear to the door.

There was no doubt about it Wilma and David were having sex! Mother and son! Liz then thought of her own son out somewhere risking his life whilst his wife was here cheating on him! Anger welled up within her.

David

Inside the bedroom I was ejaculating into my mother's pussy with the greatest euphoric pleasure I had ever known. My cock was like an iron rod that vibrated with high frequency and it buzzed and tingled as I finally collapsed on mum gasping for air.

However my euphoria was interrupted on hearing crying against my ear. I attempted to raise myself but mum pushed my head back down against her neck to stop me seeing her; and she continued to cry.

"Mum?" I asked worried. When there was no reply other than more crying I asked again. "Mum, what's wrong?" My cock was somewhat wilting now, but still it remained lodged firmly in her pussy.

Eventually she took my head in both her hands and lifted it so we could see each other.

"I don't want to cheat on your father. Please understand, but I really miss this, I miss doing this with your father. I don't want to cheat on your father with another man. I know he will return."

I didn't say anything as I stared at her glistening wet eyes.

"I had offers... from so many men, even Mr Wilson next door! But I couldn't," she felt obliged to explain, probably to justify more to herself than anything.

Wow, what a thing to hear! I imagined all those men fucking mum, pushing into her, fucking her like I was. I even imagined the cheeky old Mr Wilson - who needs a walking stick - lying on top of mum, in between mum's parted legs thrusting his old cock in and out of her pussy. It was so strange and make-believe. I even imagined dad fucking mum. THAT was not make-believe, that actually happened; dad actually lying on top of mum, fucking her, just like I was fucking her. Most probably they were both naked when they did it.

These naughty thoughts excited me to reinvigorate my libido making my cock hard once again, still in mum's pussy.

"It's... it's OK if I do it with you, isn't it? It's not really cheating, is it?"

Huh? Mum was looking for my approval for doing this with me? Was I gonna say no?!

"No, it's not really cheating, mum," I said as I began to thrust into her again, still looking at her face. And this time I saw the conflicting expressions playing out on her face, from pleasure to uncertainty and doubt.

But as I experimentally ground my groin against mum's, feeling our pubic hair rubbing against each other, she exclaimed in pure pleasure.

"Ohh, David, honey. It feels SO good. You have no idea," she said looking into my eyes. "But I should be doing this with your father. I miss doing this with your father," she said as guilt returned.

It felt so weird listening to mum confessing to fucking with dad! But it turned me on something silly! I began to just thrust hard, letting my cock guide me; this time without mum's guidance.

But then mum wrapped her arms around me and lost herself in our sexual union. She thrust upwards with force, encouraging me with her arms to do likewise and plunge harder into her.

With my head nestled in the crook of her neck my left ear picked up all of mum's groans and sighs of pleasure, some loud.

With the increased tempo I was breathing hard trying to satisfy mum's needs and it didn't take long for mum to reach her climax with the accompanying loud vocal release of pleasure; and her rippling pussy induced my reciprocal debilitatingly intense ejaculation. I kept fucking her until I was empty; then I blacked out again.

Grandma Liz had continued to listen spellbound until our climax. But when it was all quiet in the bedroom the spell was broken and she hurried back to her bed, after remembering belatedly to go to the bathroom, to try to make sense of what she'd heard.

Whilst I was out cold, mum did some thinking as she recovered.

Wilma

His thrusts were powerful, man-like. It was dawning on Wilma that his boy was no longer little, he was now a man! He fucks like a man.

"I'm still your mother, nothing has changed after this," she said as much to David as to herself. She needed to reaffirm her status; that she was still the authority, and that nothing had changed in that respect. He may fuck like a man but he was still only 18 meaning she HAD to maintain her authority.

"Um... yes, mum," I said.

Then I was sent back to the couch.

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David

Over the next nights mum took me to her room getting me to fuck her. She still didn't get fully naked but I took the opportunity to feel her up and explore her body with my hands, especially those marvelously full tits of hers. And whilst we were having sex, unbeknownst to us grandma Liz was intently listening to our illicit activities. There was no doubt that she was getting off on the eavesdropping because her hand was busy between her legs as she listened. And when she returned to her bed she'd rub herself some more and wildly finger-fuck herself to orgasm.

I had no idea that at her age she missed sex. I had no idea that my grandparents still actually fucked, right up until grandpa had to go off fighting in the war! Yup, my grandparents actually fucked before grandpa went off on his tour of duty.

Even so grandma Liz was still angry and wondered how to approach this delicate matter. She felt her son was being cheated upon, that his wife was being unfaithful and in the worst possible way! It was up to her to defend his honor and confront Wilma.

Grandma Liz and Wilma

After listening to the shenanigans for a number of nights, just to make sure it was not a one off, one evening she sat down with her daughter-in-law in the park nearby -- luckily it was still intact and not a bombed out disaster zone. They left David at home.

"Wilma, is everything alright?" Liz asked.

"Other than the war, sure. Why do you ask? And strange to be asking me out to the park without David."

Liz took a deep breath to compose herself before going on.

"I know," Liz said flatly, looking directly at Wilma with a challenging stare.

"Urm... know what? What do you mean?"

"You and David."

Now Wilma's face portrayed a mixture of worry and fear. "W... what do you mean?"

"What you two have been up to at nights. I heard it in your bedroom. The bed springs... and your loud cries." The accusations delivered, the voice stern.

It was not explicitly stated with the sordid details but enough to leave no doubts that her clandestine incestuous sexual activities were exposed.

Wilma began to shake. Fear totally overtaking her. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't deny it.

"Well? How COULD you? When my son is out there fighting for our country, risking his life. And you... you... and with your own son?! "

"I can explain..."

"Really? What can possibly explain you fucking your own son?!" There, she finally explicitly said it. Wilma visibly cringed.

"Mother, please..." Wilma was still shaking and nervously looking around to see if anyone was within earshot; Liz wasn't being quiet. Explaining her desperation to David was one thing, but explaining it to her mother-in-law was another.

Wilma none-the-less went on to explain how she missed George desperately, not knowing where he was, or even if he'd return. She explained how she had turned down all offers of sex out of loyalty to her husband. But she needed some outlet in these painful and desperate times.

"Please understand," Wilma begged her mother-in-law, holding both her hands.

"That's some story," Liz finally said. Some of her anger evaporating with a touch of empathy.

"Don't... don't you miss dad? You must miss dad. You must understand what I'm saying." Wilma asked coyly with eyebrows raised and a pleading face.

Liz keenly looked at Wilma, quite clearly understanding the meaning of her question. Yes, she also missed her husband and the sex, and she has also stayed loyal to her husband, making her desperate enough to get off on hearing the outrageous incestuous fucking occurring in their house.

"Yes, I miss your father. And I've had opportunities to... but I couldn't," Liz finally conceded, exhaling deeply.

"Oh, mother, I really needed it. It was driving me crazy without it. But now things are a little more bearable. I really didn't want to cheat on George. Now I don't have to. And David doesn't mind."

"I'm sure he doesn't!" Liz laughed, and that broke the tension.

"Wilma, just be careful. If anyone found out..." Liz advised, now holding Wilma's hands.

"I've told David not to tell anyone."

There was a long pause where the women looked at each other, still holding hands. To Wilma it looked like her mother-in-law was searching her face, thinking, wanting to say something else. Eventually she did speak, and Wilma understood the reason for the pregnant pause.

"Wilma, as you said, I too miss sex and like you, masturbating doesn't quite hit the spot." Wilma stared wide-eyed in shock at the explicit confession of her mother-in-law. But bigger shock was to follow. "Putting your fingers in is nothing like fucking. I have been SO tempted to cheat on your father, even with old Mr Wilson next door -- yes, the randy old goat tried on numerous occasions to get me in bed as well."

Now Liz took a deep breath to compose herself, and looking directly into Wilma's eyes she came out with the bombshell.

"How would you feel about sharing David? How would you feel about me also having sex with your son?"

Wilma was silent. In shock. She stared back. Liz continued.

"I need to fuck as much as you, even at my age. You know the way the cock rubs you in your pussy? I need that too. It would make things more bearable for me too."

To Wilma the idea seemed so outrageous, even considering her own taboo acts with her young son. And her ears burned at the coarse language. She had no idea her mother-in-law was so outrageous!

"Mother, I don't know what to say," Wilma finally found her voice.

"We can work things out, a kind of a rota."

"You've really thought about this a lot?"

"No, I'm just thinking it through now. Look, he's young, I'm sure he can handle both of us."

"Yes, but..."

"But I guess he may not want to do it with an old woman like me."

"You're not..."

"May be you can persuade him, tell him how much I need it as well?"

Wilma stared at her mother-in-law, bamboozled by the verbal onslaught and the change of narrative.

"Please."

And there it was, desperation in one word. And even her mother-in-law thought it was OK, even possibly acceptable, to keep it in the family then to stray beyond. A milder form of infidelity?

"I'll... I'll speak with David," Wilma finally offered.

"I'll stay here whilst you do that."

"What? Now?!"

"Well, yes. Why wait?"

"I haven't even thought about what to say."

"Just say can he take care of grandma as well, she also needs sex."

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David

It was the strangest thing mum telling me to sleep in my bedroom tonight; I asked why and what about grandma? But she just said to do it.

It felt strange to be lying in my bed once again; but I was stroking myself like I usually do each night, missing being with mum, when I heard someone walking into the dark room.

"Mum? Grandma?" I asked, but there was no answer, except some rustling sounds. But then:

"David, make space."

It was grandma; and she wanted to get in bed with me?! I was totally confused. And when she did get in it was a tight fit in my single bed. We were on our sides, face-to-face, me trying hard to not let my erect cock touch her, but our legs were touching. It was well embarrassing to be in such close proximity to my grandmother. And I was confused when she spoke again.

"David, it's so kind of you to offer to help me," she whispered enigmatically.

"Grandma?" I asked, wondering what she was talking about. But I got the shock of my life when she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest. I felt skin. I felt breast... bare breast. Grandma was topless?! "G... Grandma?"

"Ssssh," was all she said and leaned forward and kissed me as she undid my pyjama top... whilst I had a handful of her soft tit with a hard nipple!

She ran a hand over my bare chest; but I nearly had a heart attack when she grabbed my hard cock and stroked me with both her hands!!

"You're so BIG, David!" she whispered again.

But the shocks kept coming when she took my hand that was on her breast and slid it down her body. I felt ample soft body, softer than even mum's, until my hand encountered hair... lots of hair. Then it hit me.

OH MY GOD! Grandma's naked!!!

Then she pulled my hand further down to between her legs, rubbing it all over there whilst she wildly gyrated her hips making satisfying cooing noises. Then she released my hand, leaving me to explore her pussy.

Oh my God, so much hair! My fingers disappeared in her bush. I combed through and pulled on the strands marveling at their length. I concluded they were longer than mum's. As my fingers went lower between the parted legs I felt the dampness.

My finger easily disappeared inside, then two. She again placed her hand over mine guiding me to finger fuck her! It was ironic that whilst girls my age wouldn't let me even get my hand in their knickers my grandmother was encouraging me to finger-fuck her!

Then I zonked out; I had my sleep attack.

When I did come back I found my hard cock was being sucked. What a way to come back! Then she slid her body up to lie on top of me; and as she kissed me she rubbed her naked body all over mine.

"Oh, it feels SO good to finally feel again a naked body against mine," she eulogized.

I was speechless... and felt smothered with her ample size and weight! She was much heavier than mum.

But then she quickly positioned herself on her back and rolled me on top of her, between her parted legs. She wasted no more time in reaching in between us to guide me into her.

Now there was no doubt what my grandmother wanted. She wanted me to fuck her! She was desperate to be fucked by her grandson. She was desperate like mum was!!

"Push, David. Fuck me, darling," she encouraged.

This I did. It felt odd... very different to be enveloped in grandma's arms and fleshy belly and thighs. And she was loving it from the numerous groans and sounds she was making.

I came pretty quickly from the novelty of fucking my own grandmother. But she didn't mind. She waited only a minute before she was grinding up against me getting me hard again. And the second time I fucked her more leisurely, appreciating the difference in having sex with my grandmother and my mother.

Afterwards she kissed me and dispatched me back to the couch! Of course there was not really enough space for 2 people to sleep in my single bed.

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The next morning grandma slept late and at the breakfast table mother asked me how I was.

"Mum, grandma...," I couldn't finish the sentence.

"David, I'm not sure how to say this but grandma heard us having sex."

"Oh!"

"It's alright. She felt the same way as I did... still do. We both miss our husbands. She also misses having sex."

"I hadn't known she... at her age she still had..."

"Yes, they still had sex. Even at their age. It's not too old, David." After a pause to let that sink in she added, "Grandma Liz and I talked yesterday evening. She told me she heard us and said if she could borrow you. That's why I asked you to sleep in your own bed. I hope you don't mind. I didn't know how to talk to you about that before. "

"It was a surprise! But no, I didn't mind. It felt different."

"I'm sure it did," mum laughed. "How would you feel about doing it again with grandma?"

"Really?"

"Yes. She wants us to take turns sleeping with you."

"Really?"

And after grandma got up we discussed the sleeping arrangements. Due to her bed being bigger, I was to sleep in mum's bed every night and either mum or grandma would sleep with me, depending on whose turn it was to get fucked! Needless to say it was a fantasy beyond comparison.

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Obviously, as the days passed things became less awkward so much so that, during daytime, when I hugged mum I could squeeze her bum or her tits and she would just tell me to behave but didn't remove my hands. But actual sex was still for bed at night time.

The same was true of grandma Liz, she'd let me feel up her arse and tits over her clothes during the daytime but mum insisted that sex with grandma must be at night also. But that didn't stop grandma giving me occasional squeeze between my legs and stroke my resultant erection.

And it was grandma that kept pushing the boundaries such that when mum was out during the day she would get my cock out to look at it and suck it. Inevitably mum caught us, but grandma stood her ground. And that was the start of a slippery slope leading to more overt sexual display during the day and then actual sex, not only in the bedroom but in the lounge and in the kitchen as well, even in front of mum! Imagine that, me fucking grandma in full view of mum!!

Mum found it awkward to see that but she made up for it by herself going a bit wild at night in bed.

"Do you have to do that here?" mum would berate grandma.

"Close your eyes or look away if it bothers you that much," grandma would defiantly reply.

Mum would then humph and carry on her business, but I would still catch her looking our way, seeing me pushing into grandma Liz from behind.

And grandma kept pushing the boundaries further. When it was mum's turn to join me in bed for sex to our surprise grandma one night walked in to the bedroom whilst I was thrusting away on top of mum.

"Grandma!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Mother!" mum shouted.

"Don't mind me," grandma said and nonchalantly sat down on the bed next to us to watch mother and son naked and fucking! Mum was embarrassed and not best pleased; but grandma just ignored her. Yes, mum had finally lost her inhibition/modesty enough to let me see her naked.

"You're a big strong boy, David. You look magnificent when you're fucking," grandma said as she watched me. And then to my surprise she leaned in and kissed me. But what happened next blew my mind completely and stunned mum. Grandma leaned down and kissed mum... deeply... on the lips, and then sucked on her tits!!!

Mum and I stopped fucking and stared at grandma in disbelief. She sensed us and understood that an explanation was required.

"I haven't been with a woman for a long while. It's all very well getting fucked by a big strong man, but cuddling up to and being intimate with a nice soft woman is just SO different, it's just wonderful, especially with this terrible war," she said as she stripped naked herself and lay down next to us. "But I still need a cock, mind, don't get me wrong. And I hope you don't mind sharing tonight, I'm just so goddamn horny tonight."

Mum and I just stared on, stunned into silence at grandma's incredible confession of being with women.

"Well, you don't mind sharing do you? And you don't mind helping your favorite grandmother, do you, David?" grandma Liz asked again.

Mum and I both meekly responded that we didn't mind.

So I alternated between fucking mum and grandma as both women lay side by side. Comparing their naked bodies and playing about and pulling on the strands of hair it was mesmerizing to see TWO women's hairy pussies when I had struggled and failed to see even one girl pussy. It was obvious that grandma had more hair between her legs than mum; my fingers almost disappeared in her greying bush.

Then grandma pushed me off mum and instead she lay on her kissing and rubbing herself against mum's full length body. Shocked mum protested that she wasn't like that. But grandma had an answer to that.

"If you can fuck your son then I can fuck my daughter," she logically said. And amazingly mum didn't argue with that and allowed grandma to have her way with her.

Grandma Liz licked, sucked and generally enjoyed mum's naked body. But it was when grandma buried her face down in between mum's legs that I nearly blew my load whilst slowly stroking myself and rapturously watching mum have an incredible orgasm.

That night 59year old grandma Liz taught mum 37 how to have sex with a woman. And I had a stunning first hand erotic dream playing out in real life right in front of me!

Commentary

Wilma obviously didn't want to get pregnant so she used contraceptive but grandma, at her age, didn't think she needed to. And so both women merrily enjoyed the illicit sex with young David.

So it was a great surprise when their bodies started to change and bumps began to show; first it was Wilma then a few weeks later grandma Liz. Going to the doctor revealed BOTH women had been impregnated. First the shock -- Wilma had taken protection, and grandma thought she was too old to get pregnant! And then the panic - since abortion was not available what will they tell their husbands? They decided to keep quiet until they came home on leave and then try to explain face-to-face.

As it happens old Mr Wilson from next door was not only randy and had tried to get into Wilma's and Liz's panties, he was nosey as well. He noticed the growing belly on the two women. He knew how they were uptight about opening their legs so he'd been spying and he was shocked to discover the goings on in that Wilson household.

It was him, out of spite for both mum and grandma spurning his advances that he had informed the authorities about their suspected incestuous pregnancies.

Incredibly, and with great relief, the case was dismissed by the authorities citing exceptional war-time circumstances. With so many lives being lost there was great need for increased birth rate to replenish the population.

Soldiers were especially encouraged to make their wives and girlfriends pregnant before they left for foreign postings or when they returned on temporary leave; which was on of the reasons why Wilma and Liz were right royally fucked before their husbands had left for their tour of duty.

It was not a stated policy but the authorities were turning a blind eye if the pregnancy was as a result of union between family members. Sex generally was considered a morale booster so if families helped each other this way, then so be it.

Even though babies were encouraged, to maintain safety of all females, forceful impregnation of women was still a crime, as well as sex with underage girls; and men and boys were apprehended when such allegations came to light.

So David, Wilma and grandma Liz breathed a sigh of relief.

And when the husbands did come home on leave understandably all hell broke loose. Both men calling their wives all sorts of names and asking why didn't they get rid of the baby? Then they learned who the father was -- and there was stunned silence of incomprehension.

It took a long while for Wilma and Liz to explain their sexual cravings and how they rejected all advances out of loyalty to them; and how David was the best solution. For both the husbands there was relief that the authorities were not going to take any actions.

Eventually the husbands calmed down and accepted the war-time was not only a battle for them but their wives as well. Finally they took their respective wives to bed, something they had originally intended to do as soon as they had got home.

(It goes without saying that whilst on foreign lands the husbands did what they felt they had to do to survive and keep their own morale high. They needed to taste the exotic French, Dutch, even German skirts. This hypocrisy was well hidden during the argument about ethics and marriage!)

David and George

And so whilst on leave both dad and granddad enjoyed their rightful place between their wives' legs, and I was told to once again sleep on the couch, with my own hand for relief. It was not easy for me to listen to the bed springs squeaking and the groans and grunts coming from the bedrooms knowing that both mum and grandma were getting thoroughly fucked by the deprived sex hungry men; the very pussies that he was free to plough until recently. But I was thankful that I was not pummeled for putting my cock where it did not belong.

And when their leave was up I was sat down amongst the 4 grown ups for a chat.

"David," dad began somewhat hesitantly. "Your grandfather and I need to go back on duty; we're leaving after lunch. But we need to ask you something."

"Sure. Anything, dad," I enthused.

"I don't know how best to put it, but David, we... your grandfather and I... need you to take care of your mum and grandmother."

"Sure, dad, I'll do my best."

"What I mean is...," I saw father take a deep breath before continuing. "What I mean is... we want you to take care of them at night, like you had been doing. They have needs and it would be helpful if you satisfied them like that... so that they don't have to go elsewhere." It was hypocrisy alright; they dallied around whilst away risking their lives -- which may be understandable under the circumstances -- but the husbands didn't want their wives to do the same with other men. However, at the same time, it was clear that they also needed to get they're... sexual fixes. So David seemed the best solution under these similar wartime circumstances.

For a moment I wasn't sure I had heard it right, or that I may have misunderstood. So I played dumb and frowned confusion.

"Did you hear me, David? We need you to...," dad couldn't get himself to say it more explicitly, so grandma chipped in.

"They are OK if you have sex with me and your mum," she didn't beat about the bush, as it were.

I nodded slowly, still unbelieving what I heard. "I... I understand." I said, however I was ecstatic but I controlled myself and not show my euphoria.

"But that also means you will need to take care of the babies when they're born; after all they will be your children -- both of them!" grandpa warned.

The only question now remained was how many babies will I end up fathering by the time the war was over?!

THE END